The thunderstorm rested for a moment, and several figures rushed out, but it was not the fastest, let alone the only one.

The first to charge were the demon beasts, thousands of them, overwhelming, panicked, fierce and vicious. The roaring waves of beasts swarmed out, each in all directions in the direction they thought they should go, instantly flooding the sky. In the tide, Thirteen Lang, who had been like a cold moon hanging in the sky, suddenly became inconspicuous, and as for Qi Aotian, Cheng Rui and other people who led his summoning, they were even drowned in the frenzy of the sea of beasts, and no one noticed.

The beasts were huge and varied in strength, the strongest was comparable to a twelfth-level strong demon, and the weakest was only a seventh-level demon, and it was unbelievable that such a huge herd had spent a hundred years in the Land of Wild Spirits before, and had never had a major chaos or conflict with humans. To this day, they were frightened by the catastrophe and violently obeyed in all directions, making the already chaotic battlefield completely chaotic.

Even if there are one percent or one thousandth of the demon beasts that survive in the land of wild spirits, how many are there left? Thousands of miles of land, except for human cultivators who occupy a small area, the rest are all covered with demon beasts, and they are gathered into large and small piles according to their respective populations.

It's not a group, it's a pile! Piles and piles, the same kind of groups are almost next to each other, and the different populations are not more than a kilometer apart in the loosest places.

Tens of millions, tens of thousands, or more? No one has ordered it, and if there is such an army in hand, even if it cannot be as neat as a human being, it can still sweep the world.

A hundred years ago, the drama turned into a disaster, and most of the survivors were strong; after that, the land of wild spirits was rich in breath due to concentration, and the strength of demon beasts was also increasing, and the strongest ones were breaking through the realm at the moment, and although the rest had not reached the pass, they were washed away by the heavenly power killing spirit, and that was not imposing.

The overall temporary rest does not mean all, when the empty monks and demon beasts are still fighting with the thunder, there are thunder arcs falling from time to time; At present, the linkage of the beasts is overwhelming, and the sound of clicking along the way is continuous, and sometimes there are demon beasts that are struck by the thunder, or killed or injured or wiped out.

The deceased is angry, murderous, resentful, angry, and heroic, and he is in it. The herd grew even more frantic, and what little sanity they had in their minds was completely lost.

"Whew!"

The roar, there are crazy beasts rushing into the thunder, there are crazy demons attacking the monks, and more of them are speeding up to the extreme, rushing out of this thunder pool and rushing outside, the vast and boundless free world.

If I can speak, all the demon beasts will have the same heart: Who dares to stand in my way. I'll kill whomever I want!

A hundred years of waiting for a reason, a hundred years of hard work and depression, after being depressed, frightened, the beast tide is out of the realm like a tiger out of the cage, one by one!

"That's our man, oh my God!"

"Retreat! Gather and hold on!"

Due west, the exclamations of several bigwigs represent a qiē. They had just recognized the identity of this strange army, and they were about to make a move, when they suddenly spotted a wide sea of beasts. In a panic, he quickly canceled the order and sought self-preservation instead.

Such a tide. Unless the strength exceeds a few levels, the number of individuals is almost negligible; according to statistics after the war, the number of monks who died at the hands of demon beasts far exceeded those of human cultivators when they rushed into the battlefield in the Land of Wild Spirits, and those monks who were scattered and as far as 100,000 million miles away would hardly survive once they encountered the beast tide.

There are no factions in the eyes of monsters. Both sides were like this, if they had to make a comparison, the previous battle situation was unfavorable and they were defeated one after another, and Huoyan's side was already far away, and the mad spirit land charged against, causing chaos and giving them a chance to breathe. Therefore, it was easier to gather manpower, and in contrast, the Luo Sang side, which was closer to the beast tide, was unlucky, especially the people in the southern theater, and they were simply drowned inside.

It wasn't Jushiro's order, although he wanted to. If he could give orders, Thirteen Lang would never choose the coffin group as the target, but would directly take the Chinese army and attack the vast sea of souls. Of course, as far as the facts are concerned, the beast tide has invisibly helped Shisanlang, and also helped the people who attacked with him. Cultivating the mad aura, the demon beast sees it as the same kind in its heart, at least not like the monks outside, and feels disgusted when it smells the breath. In the sea of beasts, Thirteen Lang, Qi Aotian and others moved freely, and their influence was limited, on the contrary, for the monks from the outside world, the group of demon beasts that poured out like a burst of the embankment broke down and blocked everyone's sight.

But they can't stop the cone, the arrow

"What's going on, what the hell is going on!"

Thousands of miles of land, ten thousand souls crossed, hundreds of millions of demon beasts, three upheavals one more severe than the other, one heavy than the other more damage; in the sea of beasts, two white-haired monks fought hard, puzzled, and furious.

No matter how many demon beasts there are, they can leave at any time if they want, and they can stay safely if they want to, but the others are not like them, the triple blows are connected one after another, and there are thousands of coffins around them, so far there are only less than two hundred left, and they continue to decrease at an extremely fast speed.

Those are their disciples, clansmen, relatives, and even heirs, the past, present, and future of the Corpse Refining Sect. As an ancient and mysterious sect, the Corpse Refining Sect was not well received by the mainstream because of its exercises, and was even hunted down by those monks who claimed to be on the right path, and if it weren't for the Battle of the Star Field, they would never have been able to come out in such an open and honest way.

War is the best opportunity to refine corpses, and when they learned that the Star Covenant allowed them to dispose of their spoils of war at will, especially corpses, the elite of the Corpse Refining Sect stepped onto the battlefield under the leadership of the two Nirvana Realm Lords.

What now?

Just now, the two witnessed the death of their most optimistic, the only, and most doting great-great-grandson.

"Ahh

There is nothing more heart-wrenching than this blow, and if you lose your loved ones because of this, the heart will be hurt even more.

Coincidentally, they had expected that the battle would be hard and dangerous, and to be on the safe side, the two placed their great-great-grandson at the end of the battle formation. After that, the two were chased and beaten by the Heavenly Tribulation, and they did not dare to approach for fear of even their great-grandson, but the original intention was still to protect their safety.

A wave of beasts poured out, countless monks suffered, the people who were not protected by the coffin and were injured were the first to be unlucky, the two great-grandsons cultivated deeply, and the strong people of the dignified robbery realm, Leng was seriously injured because of the thunder that destroyed the coffin, and then was constantly impacted by the endless demon beasts. They were dismembered and eaten alive.

"Damn the obstacle, the obstacle!"

Like the feelings of Thirteen Lang and others, when anyone can't bear it or can't help it, because they arranged it with their own hands and witnessed the results with their own eyes, it felt like they killed their great-grandson with their own hands, and the two elders roared. Roaring, fighting, venting madly

Suddenly, a bad omen sprung up in my heart.

"Roar!"

After the warning star, he suddenly turned around, and a bright star in the sea of beasts came to his face, although it was only three inches, but it could take away all the beauty. There is a long tail flame behind the light arrow, and it feels like it comes from cutting the space, and there are so many demon beasts around it. None of them dared to mess with their actions.

The light arrow is an arrow, an arrow condensed purely by mana, and the person who shoots the arrow follows closely, and there are several flying rainbows next to it, rampage, and kill directly at the two elders.

They are all strong and have their own characteristics. Among them, the tall young man was particularly remarkable, and the fire raged around his body. There is a big seal on the top of the head, and a thousand souls inside. The breath is strong and majestic, and it is clearly accustomed to being in charge of human rights. There is also the bald man, who was obviously born with a fierce face, but when he laughs, he looks a little silly, and his eyebrows and eyes are blurred, as if many faces coincide.

The most striking thing is the man who shoots the arrow. The two of them recognized him at a glance as the Monk of the Tribulation.

"Look for death!"

"It's good to come!"

Caught in the sea of beasts, the fierce battle continued, the thunder whip on his head did not stop, and when he saw the strong enemy besieging him, the two white-haired monks were not afraid of rejoicing. I can't help but be a little suspicious in my heart, for fear that I will see it wrong, or be misjudged by the other party.

They actually came out?! They actually took the initiative to leave that damn place and send it to their own eyes?!

Don't they know that they are nirvana? Can't they see that their so-called strength is just a joke in their own eyes?

Also, don't they know that the tricks they are playing with have not been in the flow at all, and they have already seen through them?!

Looking at it intently, the two of them determined in their hearts that there were indeed only a few people who came, and there were no stronger monks to hide. Having said that, if someone can hide from the two of them to investigate together, they don't need to hide, just kill them.

That's fine.

The tacit understanding cultivated over many years, after the investigation, the two looked at each other, not only did they not close in one place, but instead moved farther away and slightly converged their breath, and shouted at the same time.

"Corpse Refining Sect people, withdraw!"

It's easy to see that this is an illusion, and the two elders don't care, because they have a descendant.

As expected, the enemies who had been killed saw that there were better fighters than before, and they all changed directions and headed towards the female elders.

Judging their speed, and inferring their tactics from speed and strength, the two elders believed that their plan was like this, and they used the beast tide to delay in a long-range battle, and later there would be reinforcements from other people, such as the Nirvana-level powerhouses on Huoyan's side, and then kill them.

Don't say it, if the other party really does that, the two of them will feel very sad. First, they are all outstandingly fast, they can't catch up with themselves, and they are not too far behind, and second, they have long-range attack weapons, and even the second elder is surprised. The third is the most important, those damn monsters are like friends with them, and they are specifically against themselves.

So do it!

Eye exchange, the two parted ways and sped away, one rushed to the Luosang army, and the female cultivator who was pointed at by the sharp arrow roared and galloped, rushing away from the beast herd, and one rushed to the depths of the starry sky.

Sure enough, several people on the other side did not dare to approach the Chinese army, and accelerated their pursuit in the distance, even farther away from Huoyan's main formation. A moment later, when she noticed that the other party was chasing after her, and judged in her heart that the time was enough and the time had come, the white-haired nun suddenly waved her hand in the retreat, and her fingernails several inches long slashed through the air, slashing the flying arrow that could be chased to the back of her head into the air;

The spell arrow is a cover, and this cone is the main attack weapon, from the sneaky, ordinary blood-clothed man who hides in the herd, and she has long seen that not only is she not afraid, but she is also in a race against ability.

"Fools, you are looking for death!"

On the other side, Qun Xiu's expression changed due to these two actions, and the white-haired woman did not hesitate any longer, and turned around and walked head-on. At the same time, the distant man reached out and pulled out a drum hammer and struck it heavily on his head.

"Shock!"

The spell to be cast was paused, the spell to be recited was stuck in his throat, and the white-haired man suddenly discovered something, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly, poignantly, frantically, and even in despair.

"Be careful!"

(To be continued......)