Under the void, tens of thousands of people were shocked.

They all looked at the blood pillar in the valley, only to see that the seal outside the sky-high blood pillar began to collapse, and a gap appeared.

In the gap, endless blood qi swept out one after another, like a sea of blood bursting a bank, and poured madly into the valley.

With the overflow of scarlet blood, the countless blood crows hidden in the blood pillar also rushed out one after another, just like hundreds of thousands of locusts crossing the border, a piece of crimson, and a space was enveloped in a few breaths.

The gap is getting bigger and bigger.

The seal outside the blood pillar completely broke and disappeared, and the scarlet murderous aura in the entire blood pillar was like a sea, and millions of blood crows rushed and flew wildly in the valley surrounded by hundreds of barren mountains, like a blood-colored torrent, with a sharp and piercing cry, which shocked the martial artists under the realm of Wuhou and directly spat blood from their mouths, and their faces were pale.

"The battle of Yinyang Valley has begun!"

On the barren mountain, Lin Huang looked at the scene in front of him, his expression became extremely serious, and the demon suppression knife had been flipped in his hand, and he was murderous.

Lu Han was also serious, carrying a golden gun with a strong killing intention.

On the hundreds of barren mountains, the sound of war drums beating sounded at the same time, and the mighty resounded through the heavens and the earth, like thunder roaring for nine days, instantly arousing the blood in the hearts of all the warriors here.

And in the valley, the figure of Xuanyuan Tibing suddenly turned into a sharp spear, killing a path from the endless sea of blood crows, entering the sky, looking down on all the warriors of hundreds of barren mountains, and the voice was like thunder:

"May all the monarchs at this moment, follow the same enemy with this marquis, and kill the Yin Yang Valley!"

Xuanyuan's words of raising troops caused hundreds of barren mountains to boil, and the mighty battle spirit rose to the sky, and the voices of countless warriors shook the mountains and rivers.

In the mountain of the Drifting Snow Palace, Yan Zangfeng suddenly opened his eyes, and his figure went straight into the sky, "The Drifting Snow Palace belongs, go down the mountain with Ben Hou and attack the Yin Yang Valley!"

"Qianyin Valley belongs, fight with the old man!"

"Where are the people of the Yanyun Dynasty, they will die with Ben!"

"The eight hundred comrades of Nucang Mountain obey the order of Benhou, enter the Yin Yang Valley, and protect my Eastern Spirit Realm!"

......

Suddenly, on the hundreds of barren mountains, countless voices sounded, like thunder resounding between heaven and earth, making people's blood boil and make people proud. In the blink of an eye, you could see thousands of warriors rushing down the mountain, like hundreds of torrents of steel, slaughtering into the valley and fighting towards the endless dense blood crows.

After Lin Huang and Lu Han glanced at each other, they suddenly turned into two streamers and went straight into the valley battlefield.

In less than half an hour, hundreds of barren mountains and tens of thousands of warriors all entered the valley.

Countless sword lights were dazzling.

A monstrous sword slashed.

In the battlefield, there are warriors riding demon beasts, rushing back and forth.

There are strong winds, heavy snow falling, blazing fires, and rain covering the sky......

There are also giant tigers roaring, wild pythons sweeping, goshawks hunting, and wolf kings roaring in the sky.

Outside the battlefield, there are war drums beating and the sound of the piano is magnificent.

There are scholars and literati who attract Haoran righteousness and recite the world's avenues.

......

A moment ago, the Baili Valley was quiet and waveless. The next moment, it turned into a battlefield of fighting.

The blood crows in the sky are flying, like eagle falcons, like vultures, every blood crow, the lowest realm actually has the realm of the earth element, and flocks are going towards the warriors to kill, like locusts transiting, everywhere they go, there is no grass.

Blood crows are not very powerful, but there are many of them.

It's unimaginably large, like thousands of troops, invincible. Thousands of crows attacked in unison, and even the strong men of the Wuhou realm could be gnawed and killed in an instant.

In the battlefield, Lin Huang embroidered the god with his left hand, the demon suppression knife in his right hand, covered in snow floating in the world, stepped on the nose road, and the killing god slashed with a knife and the cross Yama constantly slashed out from all over the body, killing groups of blood crows one after another, splashing blood all over the body, like a bloody person.

Lu Han straddled the iron horse, stepped on the glacier, and held the Axiu golden gun in his hand, like a charging man in the vast field, racing all the way.

Lin Cangxue guarded her body with a long sword in one hand, and the phoenix behind her groaned sonorously, burning the fire and burning the blood crows in all directions, as if entering a no-man's land.

White Chubby rides a big white cat, rampage, much like a headless fly.

In addition, there is also Xuanyuan raising troops, and the big sleeves are rolled up, sweeping the blood crows in the void on one side.

Yan Zangfeng was covered in snow and drifted in the world, strolling in the hundred-mile battlefield, and everywhere he went, the blood crows turned into powder.

There are still hundreds of barren mountains, and Xuanyuan's million-strong army has not moved at all and has not joined the battlefield. However, the millions of war horses are looking up to the sky and neighing at this moment. The scream was really hard to hear, but it was like the nemesis of the blood crows, making the crazy roars of the countless blood crows in the hundred miles valley with a hint of jealousy and fear.

A big battle, blood like a curtain of rain.

Looking down from the sky above the battlefield, I saw countless blood crows falling from the sky, or turned into powder, or exploded to death, or turned into a pool of blood......

Similarly, there are countless warriors who have died tragically, their bodies have been gnawed by blood crows, and their bodies are full of holes or stumps, which makes people disgusting and angry. Under the siege of countless blood crows, the realm of Wuhou could not protect itself, and the warriors under Wuhou fell one by one.

There are also warriors who are infiltrated by the blood crow, or by the blood crow, and instantly lose control of the body, become red-eyed, and become a puppet without soul and consciousness. Then he was brutally cut off by a fellow warrior, or brutally cut off the head of a fellow warrior.

It's a head-on rush.

It's like the most tragic hand-to-hand combat, either you die or I die.

If the warriors of the Eastern Spirit Realm win, all the blood crows will be wiped out.

If the Blood Crow wins, then the countless remaining Blood Crows will one day break through the Nine Heavens Yin Array that blocked the hundred miles of mountains and rivers and fly to all parts of the Eastern Spirit Realm, which will be the catastrophe of the entire East Spirit Realm.

So......

This battle is only a fight to the death!

Never die.

In the surging battlefield, the vitality boiled, and countless attacks swept in all directions, turning into a sea of manic vitality.

Countless blood crows, rushing and killing again and again, are like crazy devils, tireless, not afraid of death. Although they are not powerful, there are many of them, so many that there is no end in sight, and there are so many that it makes the scalp tingle.

There are thousands of blood crows, and it is also a cost-effective thing to kill a martial marquis.

Even if Xuanyuan raised troops and Yan Zangfeng were here, in the face of countless blood crows, they would not be able to completely suppress them for a while.

In the battlefield, Lin Huang was covered in blood. Looking at the fallen warriors around him one after another, his heart became more and more sad and angry, and the double knives in his hands danced faster and faster, like an invincible spear, chiseling through the battlefield back and forth.

It wasn't until he fought for a long time that Lin Huang chiseled through the battlefield three times back and forth, but found a terrifying thing:

Tens of thousands of warriors killed in the valley for half a day, killing at least hundreds of thousands of blood crows.

But...... The number of blood crows in the valley does not seem to have decreased much.

(End of chapter)