The pseudo-unicorn flickered like a meteor, the surrounding brilliance bloomed from time to time, all kinds of magic weapons and supernatural powers exploded continuously, and the roaring sound was endless; Thirteen Lang sat on it, and the cultivation in his body was running rapidly, transforming the pill into cultivation as soon as possible, moisturizing the dry and withered veins.

The entire Randance City was fighting, countless people shouted and roared, and hundreds of thousands of people brandished swords, guns or magic weapons in their hands, and sacrificed their lives to fight their opponents. The earth is shaking, the sky is shaking, the sky and the earth are bleeding, and no one knows how many people have died and how many will die in the next moment.

When all this subsides, when the city of Randance returns to calm, perhaps the sky will turn red, and the snow in the city may melt clean, just for the possibility of a future that may exist or may be a false tomorrow.

Looking and listening to it, Thirteen Lang's face was calm and waveless, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotion in his heart, and sighed deeply.

None of them, including him, the initiator, could have imagined that the Flurry would develop like this in such a short period of time.

The discord of the Seven Clans is the root cause, but if it is casually provoked to this extent, it is impossible for the Seven Sects to gain a foothold in Randance City. However, when the facts were in front of them, when nearly twenty Yuanying monks from the Seven Sects were fighting fiercely in the sky, people suddenly realized that they had a sense of ridicule.

Paper Tiger, Seven Sects is like a paper tiger that has been forcibly put together!

When someone held high the banner and debunked it with pride, supplemented by appropriate means, this paper tiger was dismantled into seven parts in a very short period of time.

On the surface, the three kings have the high-end military force possessed by the seven sects, and Miao Yin plundered public opinion. Even the declining official family can be seen as the factor that prompted the Seven Sects to join forces, but in fact, the real crisis of the Seven Sects was never them. It's about making it difficult for them to sleep with each other all the time.

Yes, it is each other that the Seven Sects are afraid of. Or rather, it's themselves.

Whether it is the Three Kings or the Miao Yin, it is easy to erase any of the Seven Sects, and the reason why they dare not do this is not because of the counterattack of the Yu Sect, but of the seven clans behind the Seven Sects. In the same way, neither of them dared to really make enemies of the other, which is why they are in today's situation. Dozens of primordial old monsters were piled up in a space of hundreds of miles, except for places like the Taoist Academy. There is no second place like this in the world.

And now, Mr. Eight Fingers was born, carrying a flag on his shoulders and a hammer in his hand, rushing through the belly of this paper tiger, ramming out a side of the sky and smashing the originally fragile but mistaken alliance of the Seven Sects.

It is the race that picks up the shoes, and in any case it will not go down the road of opposing the rise of the race. The wolf has an order, which is the royal token, which represents the royal attitude, no matter how much trouble it causes. People of their own royal family clean up the mess. The Shining Clan is similar, and the meaning of the Ghost Mother King Ring is no less than that of the Heavenly Wolf Order.

The Tubang clan is more unlucky, but after losing a great elder first, facing the oath and even the life and death of the whole clan. What choice do they have?

Four tribes against three tribes, the barbarians are brave but the weakest, under the crushing advantage of two to one or even three to one. Who's afraid of whom?

In terms of public opinion, the city lord's side has already taken the lead. In addition, with the assistance of the Miaoyin Gate, the seven outer sects have accumulated a lot of evil. Every sect and faction has countless killings, and what to fight for. The three kings have refused to show up until now, as if they have reached some kind of tacit understanding with Mr. Eight Fingers, as for the strength comparison that Zuihou has to consider

Kill the earth clam elder in one blow, the three karis, the inexplicable ghost king, the alien demonic beast, step down the unicorn, and Tian Gang who "betrayed" or surrendered to sincerity, plus a mysterious overhaul that can't be seen through cultivation

Well, who would dare to take that arrow?

Who dares!

It must be mentioned that among the four sect monks who obeyed the order, the Heavenly Wolf Clan was the most decisive and ruthless, and it could basically be regarded as going all out. The picking is a little second, but it also uses seven or eight points of strength, and the Shining and Earth Mussel clans both have the idea of "fighting and seeing", and their intentions are less than fifty percent. According to their ideas, it is better not to form a mortal enmity with Chin and Hornworm and drive them away.

It's a pity that they are a little wrong, and such a thing as a war can be controlled if they want to. The distribution of Thirteen Lang is also full of thoughts, with the Heavenly Wolf Monk pressing the formation, it is difficult for the Tubang clan to control no matter how they pretend. On the other side, the Chin monks mostly use arrows as magic weapons, how can things like bows and arrows be controlled?

Is it possible to only pull half a string at a time?

Soon, the casualties in the battle were aggravated, and three or even more parties on both sides fought real fires, and the occupation was chaotic, and there were hundreds of monks of all sizes in hundreds of miles of space, and there was also an elusive toad wandering around.

"Tubang clan, the old man will not let you go if he is a ghost! Old ghost Zhong, you dare!"

The first Yuanying monk fell on the spot, Zhong quickly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and gestured to Mr. Eight Fingers, who was passing by the battlefield and looked at him coldly. It was not the Heavenly Wolf Monk who was following him, but the Earth Mussel Elder who had just negotiated with Thirteen Lang. It was precisely because of his addition that Elder Horned Chi misunderstood, which gave Zhong Kuai an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

"Not bad. After the wolf returns to the sect, the younger generation should have something to explain. ”

Mr. Eight Fingers was like a demon who had abducted souls, and he encouraged the big-headed monk in a modest tone, turned his head and said to Elder Tu Beng: "Kill one more person, and the Infant Pill will belong to the three elders of Tu Beng." ”

"Be careful, uh. Zhong Kuai withdrew his hand in a daze.

There was a sound in the air, and Thirteen Lang casually pinched a magic arrow that was shot at the risk of death, and his expression turned indifferent.

By analogy, each case uses this as an example. ”

With that, Mr. Eight Fingers flew away, without even looking at the sneak attacker, without the slightest intention of interfering in the battle, leaving behind a dead silence and a rising murderous intent!

Killing one person can get the Infant Transformation Pill? Although the three of them share it, it is the Infant Transformation Pill! It is the Danbao that they needed to exchange for all their net worth at the beginning, and even had nowhere to exchange! In addition, everyone understands that Mr. Eight Fingers did not say it explicitly, but it can be seen from his actions that killing one person can obtain his entire net worth, and whoever kills it belongs to whom.

When the Seven Sects gathered, Mr. Eight Fingers could not break his promise, nor could he favor one over the other, which meant that for every two Yuan Infant Monks killed, he would get a treasure equivalent to it.

Don't believe it? Well, if the monks of the four sects don't believe it, what about the three clans that have been attacked? Will they believe it? Will they dare not believe it? Will they dare not believe it? Do they dare not fight hard!

"Follow the orders of the master!" the big-headed monk was the first to rush out, as if he was not an elder of the Celestial Wolf Clan, but a follower of the young man.

"Kill!" Elder Tu Beng instantly understood all this, and gathered the two fellow disciples together to move forward bravely.

"Kill!" The Pickers have been killing the shrimp generals so far, Lin Wanrong roared and ordered, and rushed forward.

"Kill!" The two clans of the Qinke Horn were already suffering heavy casualties, and there was no way to retreat at this time, so they only hoped to fight their way out with their own hands.

"Alas, let's kill. In the deep sigh, the ghost clouds were surging endlessly like a tide, and the whole sky was a ghost crying wolf, and the ghost could be seen to summon the netherworld, as if the road of reincarnation had arrived in advance.

"Kill!" Tian Gang roared in a deep voice.

"Kill!" Zhong Dahai shouted angrily.

"Treacherous! femme fatale! A bunch of fools!" Mei Shuai sat in the carriage with the broken roof, shook her head again and again, and sighed, and sent out the general attack order with a divine thought.

"Kill!"

"Kill!" echoed the two children

There is a residence in the south of the city, the name is bad sand, but it is actually a bamboo forest.

No one knew that this was weishenme, no one investigated, and that piece of bamboo grew abruptly but naturally here, as if it were out of the world. Because there is no green left here except bamboo, there is no pastoral interest, and even the sky and earth seem to not exist.

There is only bamboo, and the smooth bamboo poles go straight to the sky, not one of them is bent, and none of them give birth to miscellaneous leaves and crooked branches, like spears.

If a monk comes here, he will find that there is no demonic energy in the bamboo forest, not a trace of it, and after careful people inquire, they will learn that this place has been like this since ancient times, it has never changed, and no monk has ever wanted to set foot in it, let alone stay here to cultivate.

Without demonic energy, how can you not be disgusted by demonic cultivation.

There is a small lake in the forest, which is more like a clear pool, and the lake holds up a small boat with three people on the boat.

A man in red sat upright, a huge monk half-reclining, and a young woman slumped on the bow of the boat, her back facing the sky, her expression a little frightened in despair.

The man in red was fishing, but it didn't feel like fishing, but he was holding a gun and stabbing it into the water, as if it was about to pierce the small lake in two. The huge monk had a depressed face, holding a greasy chicken leg in his left hand and playing with a small bow in his right hand.

"In the palm of your hand, what a bow! What a bow!" The monk's voice was full of greed, the expression on his face was full of bitterness, but his eyes revealed vigilance.

"It's just a pseudo-spirit treasure. The man in red spoke indifferently, and his voice sounded like a spear stabbing into the head, and he didn't need to hear it.

"You give it to me?" said the monk.

"If you want, just leave it. The man in red responded.

"The monk wanted to stay, but it was too hot. The monk frowned, took a vicious bite of the chicken leg, and his muffled voice reached the sky.

"The cold-faced Buddha has arrived, why don't you board the boat and talk about it?"

Cold-faced Buddha? Thirteen Lang in the sky couldn't help but look around, thinking that there was a fifth person here?

"Don't be stunned, little one, it's you who calls. ”

Thirteen Lang was still puzzled, and he just thought about a few verses, how could he ever think of escaping into the empty door.

"Killing 100,000 with a snap of your fingers and not changing your expression, except for you, who deserves this title. ”

The bitter-faced monk looked even more bitter, and said angrily: "Such a thirst for killing, the monk Xiu Buddha I can't compare;

"Damn it. ”

The sound of the gun arrived, and the small fishing rod was connected to the silk thread, piercing every inch of space along the way, and went straight to Thirteen Lang

(To be continued......)