The golden mangs were released, bringing endless shock, and people gasped and were dumbfounded, and the battlefield was silent for a while.

"Huh, that's good!"

There were a few surprises and cheers in the distance, because of the silence of the four sides, and because of their identity. The six major clans, the Nirvana-level elders noticed the color of the thunder one after another, and their expressions changed greatly, and they couldn't help but feel excited in their hearts.

"Spirit Fetus!

"The golden thunder descends, and the spirit fetus returns to its original original, this is true!"

"Fighter! This is a fighter!"

"The prosperity of the six clans is at this time, kill!"

The vast majority of people, including those with extremely high status within the Six Clans, did not understand its meaning, but what was certain was that those who had been "calm" for many years had found something that made them confident that this battle would be won.

According to legend, the Six Clans did not rise as they are known, but have a very legendary history. In the distant past, the human race of the four star fields had just risen, and this place was located in a remote area, a wild land, a dangerous and dangerous path, and it was not set foot by monks.

One day, a team of eight people came here, led a pair of lovers, and led six guards to expand the territory.

The lovers came from two hostile families, and after several twists and turns, they used to open up territory for both parties as a bargaining chip.

The process was tortuous and difficult, and after nearly a thousand years, the eight masters and servants blocked and killed in the west, subdued countless barbarians, killed countless fierce beasts, and pacified this starry sky after more than 100 battles, and their cultivation reached their peak.

It is worth mentioning that the lovers made an agreement with their respective clans: no big deal and no marriage.

Infatuation and affection, foolishness and loyalty, such people are never lacking; The more I hope that the other party will be recognized, especially from the relatives and clansmen around me.

For a beautiful gift, for a safe and stable future, infatuated men and women have fought for thousands of years, and the six guards have left heirs and taken root. The two of them still hold on to their innocence. Until the great cause was successful and the future was expected, it was suddenly reported that the pro-army of the two clans was outside, and both of them received an edict from their ancestors.

Both sides have similar meanings, kill each other, and include this territory in the family, and you can get the supreme position.

What happens if you disobey?

The great crime of treason, broken bones. More importantly, the ancestors of both sides pointed out in a tone of "almost begging". In any case, today the two clans will be divided by the decisive battle of this newly opened starry sky.

It's right to think about it, no matter which side gets such a large place, it will fundamentally change the situation in the long run, with one side claiming the supremacy and the other declining and defeating.

At this point, the two suddenly realized. The country that he worked so hard to build has become a battleground, in fact, digging a grave for both sides.

It turned out badly.

Dilemma, the lover finally chose to fight, but the way the woman did not use the poison given by the ancestor to steal and kill the lover, but used it to kill herself and leave a blood letter, one to the ancestor, and one to the lover. The letter to the ancestor is unknown. The letter to her lover was very simple, she didn't want the two sides to fight, she didn't want any relatives and clansmen to die because of this land, and she didn't want the clan to decline because of it.

She left it to him, hoping that her lover would inherit the throne of the clan. Guarantee of non-violation.

Coincidentally, the man's choice is similar to that of the woman, just because he has to make some arrangements for the six guards, which is a step slower.

Such a choice, the only word can be evaluated: roundabout.

Most of the infatuated people are a bit roundabout, two infatuated lovers of men and women, there is more than one kind of infatuated love, in addition to men and women and relatives, in addition to lovers and homes, which can not be thrown away, reluctant to give up.

The woman is dead, and the man is faced with a big dilemma: should he take revenge regardless of his intentions, or do what she says?

To whom to take revenge, how to take revenge, how to deal with your own clan, whether to inherit the unification?

His choice was to break the realm

It can't be called a choice, but the inevitability of its exercises, cultivation, mood, and situation, and the exercises practiced by men are related to love, and after such a big change, the realm of mind breaks through the bottleneck and breaks through the realm on the spot.

Different from today's thunderstorm, a man rushes to the true realm, and he wants to cultivate his true body with people.

The cultivation was wide open, and the man wailed and asked the sky, why did he and her have such a fate, and the golden thunder fell from the sky, shaking all directions and shocking the two major clans. The man finally succeeded in advancing, killing the ancestors of the two clans in the army with his true cultivation body, and made a poisonous oath at the head of the heavenly calamity, no one will give this land, and whoever dares to start a war between the two clans will be punished and a natural disaster will be inflicted.

As the person who killed his own ancestor, the man put the crime of treason into practice, and he has no name from then on.

As the person who killed the other party's ancestor, the man went against the wishes of his lover, had no relatives, no relatives, no land and no roots.

The two clans, who had been on equal footing, were not allowed to mention this matter because of the death of their ancestor and the return of the wolf under the oath of true cultivation, and as for this land, it was regarded as an ominous place in their eyes, and they refused and did not dare to take a step closer.

Later, the story was bland and boring, and the two major clans slowly declined until they died out, but this place was full of life, and the six descendants of the guards took root and gradually grew into the six clans they are today.

As for the man of the real realm, who had been rare for thousands of years, he died, or was gone, and after the dispute between the two clans was settled, he stayed by his lover's side and never showed his face again.

He left a sentence: The golden thunder descends, the spirit fetus returns, the yin and yang are mixed, the six clans rise and fall, and the thought of life and death.

No one knows what it means, so it can't be publicized at will, or even regarded as a legacy. The six guards studied and studied, and finally believed that this was the back road left by the master, and when there would be golden thunder again, it would be the real juncture of the rise and fall of the six clans.

True cultivation, maybe you have this ability.

After a long time, the first qiē ashes were wiped out, until today, thousands of people on the battlefield crossed the catastrophe, all kinds of miracles, and the golden thunder bloomed in the final decisive battle, and a very small number of people in the six major clans suddenly remembered.

True Ancestor Protection, When to Wait!

"Providence is clear, this battle will be won, kill!"

It is rare that the will of the Nezu, when the roar enters the ears and the order is transmitted in all directions, the situation of the entire battlefield changes.

Tell this rumor to Jusan Lang, and he will definitely laugh out loud. After that, a thumbs up, a scold, and a laugh. Praise the cunning of the ancestors of the six tribes, leave such stories to inspire future generations, scold the descendants of the six tribes for being useless, rely on this legend to find comfort, and finally laugh at them. If you are afraid of death, you are afraid of death, so why bother making excuses for yourself.

These are not important, what matters is that the war needs the confidence and determination to win, the soldiers in the battle need to be united, and they need to know that everyone is the same as themselves, and they need to fight the enemy with the will to die.

This is the most important thing.

"Kill!"

The roar was wild, and the six clans monks who had already been released because of the dull outbreak of a hundred years were high-spirited, and their fighting spirit skyrocketed. Inside the Soul Banner. Next to the altar, far away in the sky, there were monks roaring everywhere, and the process of the scorching battlefield accelerated, and the killing momentum soared to the sky.

The rumbling and thundering sound continued, and the Nirvana-level battlefield, which should be fought most steadily, moved the real fire, and seven or eight Huoyan monks were bent on moving forward, and there were natal killing moves that exploded one after another. At a glance. There is a clear difference between charging and attacking, and the situation is divided.

The scales of war. For the first time, it was tilted in the direction of Huoyan.

"Cone!"

The blood light broke through the mist, tearing apart the body of a robber monk three hundred miles away, and before he could take it back, he suddenly heard a loud cry around him.

"Die!"

The golden light burst out, the Great Seal blocked the waist, and the Thousand Souls were turbulent and fatal with one blow. Destroy the one who finds his chance. In such a battlefield, even if they are accustomed to the edge of life and death, the blood-clothed killers who often take people's heads in the midst of thousands of armies are also attacked by people, if it were not for Qi Aotian's assistance, they would definitely be seriously injured.

"No thanks. Kill!"

How could there be time to talk more on the battlefield, waving his hand to stop Cheng Rui, the young master of the Qi family was covered in blood, and volleyed to the next opponent. The blood-clothed killer took a deep breath, simply hid his figure and followed him, using Qi Aotian as a striking bait to snipe and kill the opponent's strong from time to time.

In terms of strength, the blood-clothed madman may be stronger than the young master of the Qi family, but in terms of killing methods, he is not suitable for the military charge, with the Great Seal of Qi Men to attract attention, the blood-clothed madman is hidden and secret, and the efficiency is higher.

Unscrupulous means on the battlefield, the two sides of the grudge can become friends, and friends can also be used to lure the enemy, the key is whether it is effective or not, and whether the effect is big enough.

At this moment, on the battlefield, there are many people like Cheng Rui doing this, unlike in the past, in the past, the six clans used each other to fight, in order to weaken each other, in order to take advantage At that time, they only had one goal: to kill the enemy!

Time passed slowly, blood flowed all the time, thousands of miles of mist bloomed everywhere, and in the howl of ghosts and wolves, the scattered monks of the six clans gradually killed the core and the soul flag.

As long as you cut it, the big picture can be decided!

"Can't wait, kill!"

The hustle and bustle of the battlefield couldn't suppress the shouts of the three elders of the ancient sword, and the momentum was decisive. Around the four directions, the momentum of Huo Yan's group cultivation was high, and the battlefield situation was tilting towards each other all the time, forcing them to make a decision.

In the wild spirit, in the sky above, the mighty thunder roared and surging, and in the blink of an eye, three golden lights smashed down, and the eight silver pillars around it supported the sky, setting it off extraordinarily gorgeous and noble. The distance is too far, and I don't feel it personally, except for the unique majesty of the thunderstorm, the three elders can't see the difference between the golden thunder and other thunderstorms, but from the appearance of Thirteen Lang: It's very difficult.

This time the golden thunder robbery was at the head, and the way Thirteen Lang responded to the robbery became decent; the real fire turned into yang, the body of the spirit, and the blood sword that was arrogant and not inferior to the heavenly thunder, Thirteen Lang fought three thunderstorms in a row, and his body was constantly frustrated and sank three thousand feet.

After the three thunders, the nine monks who crossed the tribulation and rushed to the pass partially had results, one of them died, and the three succeeded but were all seriously injured.

Those are all trivial things, a few more and a few less tribulations, which usually cause vibrations in all directions, but today and now they are insignificant, and the focus is still on Thirteen Lang.

Normal, and not so normal, is that he didn't die. I have to take it and not die, and after breaking through two realms in a row, there are more than three thunders!

Just after passing the habitat, he rushed to rob the pass, the foundation is unstable and the realm is unknown, such a madman deserves to be killed by the thunderstorm, on the other hand, since he can attract the golden thunder, proving that his strength is recognized, it is not so easy to die. In the same way, each pass has a difference in strength, and it is the same calamity, and the gap can be seen when crossing the tribulation, at least in cultivation. This means that, in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, their cultivation is deeper than those who have stayed in the habitat for thousands of years!

How is this possible!

What's the matter!

But he vomited blood.

And bent over.

And the sword.

After the three thunders, the color of Tianjue is more vivid, and the blood red reveals a strange beauty, such as a beauty drunk and worried; all his life of sword cultivation, the three elders have noticed that Tianjue is not as strong as it seems, it should be said that the sword is strong, but dragged down by the master, the essence of the sword is constantly consumed, and its momentum is gradually declining.

"Can't let him continue, can't let them continue, kill him, you have to kill them!"

The fighter plane, the situation, the unknown danger, the golden thunder, and the words shouted by the other party's power all reminded the three of them to make a decision immediately;

"Raise your sword, slash!"

(To be continued......)