"Once upon a time, who pitied me?" Jiuyan's eyes were cold, and the purple light stared at the old man faintly.

The old man was silent, dozens of teenagers fought, one by one fell in a pool of blood, he didn't help, and now it's really hard to speak, but he can't bear it in his heart.

Once upon a time, who pitied me? Jiuyan's words swept into people's hearts like a cold thorn, and everyone was silent.

What kind of teenager is this, he is still unwilling to stand up in a pool of blood, and he has to fight with terrible injuries, and everyone's hearts are shaken, and they are deeply impressed by Jiuyan's perseverance.

In the castle, tens of thousands of monks were silent for a moment.

Purple light rushed to the sky, emanating from Jiuyan's body, and it was still swinging in the sky, intertwining and exploding, like flower buds blooming, and the entire city began to have a depressing and depressing atmosphere.

A ray of purple light shocked tens of thousands of monks, the city was cracked, the sky trembled, and Jiuyan was still moving forward dragging his bloody body.

His face was pale, his hair was stained with blood, and he dragged his bloody body in a pool of blood.

This is a depressing scene, and the domineering energy released by Jiuyan completely shocked them, making it difficult for their bodies to move, one by one like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Suddenly, the cracked earth rushed out with a wisp of breath, instantly piercing the sky, and the dim Tianyu was cut open and shone a ray of light.

Poof!!

Jiuyan coughed up blood, and the wisp of breath instantly cut off the domineering energy he released, and the purple light was faint and faint, gradually dissipating.

The monks were shocked, what kind of power was that, it actually cut off the domineering, which was terrifying.

"Rumor has it that there is a terrible king sleeping in the depths of the caracal," someone exclaimed.

"That's an immortal qi machine, a wisp is enough to cut down a piece of the sky"

Gradually, the crowd began to twitch, as if they were retracing a terrible history, and a wisp of qi rushed out from the depths of the castle, and the people were horrified.

In the void, the hearts of the monks of the family who stood were about to jump out.

In this era of no one who has been seen from the dust, it is a terrible thing to really walk out of a king, and no one is not afraid.

Although Jiuyan is powerful, he is only a teenager, and he has not grown up after all, but now he has jumped out of a king directly, such a strong man is too powerful, and when he makes a move, it is a landslide and the ground cracks, and one move is enough to annihilate a family.

Jiuyan coughed up blood and was inexplicably cut off domineering, and now the injury is untouchable, which is really worse.

"What's wrong?"

Gradually, someone felt that something was wrong, and that wisp of terrifying qi rushed out in an instant, only cutting off the domineering energy released by Jiuyan, but not seeing the strong man appear.

"How can this be?" people frowned, such a terrifying strong man could hardly appear in heaven and earth, but now, they found that in the depths of the caracal city, there was a sleeping one, many monks were hot-blooded, and they wanted to see such a strong man, but they did not appear for a long time.

The strong are all feared and worshiped on the mainland, but now people hope for it, but they don't see it, and many people can't help but be disappointed.

"Is there really a king sleeping in the depths of the caracal?" someone sighed.

"Maybe we're all wrong"

"Well, what do you say?"

"It's too unreal, if it's really a king, then how dare Zhenwei snatch the caracal city unscrupulously, and strangle the descendants of the heavenly demons one after another, although the blood is exhausted, it can be regarded as a real descendant" Someone exclaimed, and said a secret.

It was a little episode that soon became a thing of the past.

The domineering spirit was cut off, but it never lost its effect, and a ray of purple light was still rippling in the sky, but Jiuyan really fell.

He was paralyzed in a pool of blood, his body could barely move, only a pair of purple eyes looked at the sky, and gradually fell silent.

Thousands of family monks breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Jiuyan couldn't do it, then they were just deadlocked, and such an ending was better than watching Jiuyan move forward like a demon and be powerless.

Time is long, three days have passed.

The whole castle ushered in the third day, and the sky gradually subsided, and the sky was clear, and the dazzling light shone down from the sky, warming the people.

On the ground, one corpse after another has been dried, and the insects are covered with giant tan, sucking hard, and the pool of blood coagulates and gradually attaches to the earth, and the whole giant tan is stained with a thick layer of blood, and it is red.

Three days passed, the palace's body gradually moved, Mu Ya slowly opened his eyes, and the family monks who were frozen in the void did not have purple light to shine, and their bodies gradually loosened.

Losing its domineering power, the entire city seemed to usher in endless vitality, tens of thousands of monks gradually twisted their necks, and there was a clicking sound everywhere.

Their bodies froze for three days, and they only kept one movement, but now they lost their purple light, and they all showed excited expressions as if they had been reborn.

"TMD, am I easy?" a teenager yelled at the end of the sky.

All couldn't help but laugh and looked at it for the first time.

Not far away, the figure of Lian Sha was gradually revealed, and he carried a stone tower hundreds of zhang high on his back, slowly moving forward.

Everyone's smiles froze instantly.

At this moment, Lian Sha Fang gritted his teeth and scolded, carrying a stone tower hundreds of zhang high behind him, his body was staggering and walking towards here, he stopped step by step, as if he was carrying a huge mountain, full of heaviness.

"Mine, what's that?" exclaimed someone, his eyes wide.

What kind of weapon should be carried like this, a weapon that a life cultivator can't carry, giving people infinite reverie.

Standing in the void, many monks of the family groaned, and immediately recognized the origin of that stone tower.

"It's late, it's still late," Lian Sha Bo muttered, although he was carrying such a weapon, he never had any panting, and he couldn't see any drops of sweat, as if it was all so natural.

"This thing is too heavy," Lian Sha sighed, leaning over as he leaned over.

Soon, he walked from Tianyu, stared at Mu Ya for a while, and then saw Gong, muttered for a while, and finally landed on Jiuyan.

"So violent?" Lian Sha was startled, he felt the fluctuations of the battle from a long distance, and carried the stone tower all the way forward, so that he couldn't speed up, and finally entered the city, but he happened to encounter the domineering spirit released by Jiuyan, and his body was fixed at the end of Tianyu, and now he walked out, but he saw such a scene.

In an instant, a thrilling image was born in his mind, but soon, he came back to his senses.

"Can't, if you fall, Liu Yang will kill me" Lian Sha Yu screamed, threw down the stone tower suddenly, and rushed over quickly.

Thundered!!

The stone tower was thrown down, like a mountain falling, and smashed on the ground in an instant, making an earth-shattering noise, and the city was shaking.

"CAO" someone yelled, and his body was shaken.

In the void, a group of family monks stared at the stone tower in silence.

"Si is it, is it si?" Lian Sha came to Jiuyan's side, and he didn't care so much, and his body was shaking.

Poof!!

Jiuyan coughed up blood, opened his eyes again, then smiled and closed them again.

He was so tired, he slashed all the way, fought to madness, and didn't know how many habitats and true realms he had killed, such a record was chilling.

This is an unfair battle, it can also be said that it is a battle that only belongs to them, Jiuyan and the others, dozens of teenagers did not know how to kill many family monks, singing all the way, suffering all kinds of terrible injuries, still fighting unyieldingly.

Jiuyan smiled, but he really fainted, he shot the most aggressively, slashed all the way, never closed his eyes, and went up to the blood rain, and now, he was occasionally woken up by the practice of the sand, but it was only a moment back.

"How can this be?" Lian Sha Yan gasped, seeing the injuries on Jiuyan's body clearly, he couldn't help but be startled.

Jiuyan didn't know how many wounds had been cut, they were dense and difficult to count, each wound was a few feet deep, the bones were exposed, and although the bright red blood had coagulated, his wounds were still deteriorating.

Lian Sha was silent, gently brushed off the beast on it with his hand, and carried Jiuyan on his back.

You don't have to think about it to know what kind of terrible battle Jiuyan has experienced, he is covered in injuries, and even a ray of green light is difficult to repair, his injuries are too serious, and each one represents a terrible blow.

Lian Sha was very silent, he also had an irreproducible deep enmity with the family, but he didn't have the courage to launch a real attack on the family, and now the young man in front of him really did it, his heart was only admiration, and at the same time full of anger.

It was just a teenager in front of him, a teenager as big as him, but he was subjected to such an unfair battle, he was angry, but he didn't lose his mind for a moment, because Jiuyan was on his back.

Not far away, Gong and Mu Ya didn't make a sound, they also had terrible injuries on their bodies, but no one could compare to Shang Jiuyan.

Lian Sha came to the stone tower and gently lowered Jiuyan's body.

"Don't you want me to do it?" he squinted his eyes and tried to control himself.

Although he is only a life cultivator, he has enough confidence to have the feet of thousands of family monks.

In the void, all the family monks were silent for a while, glancing at the stone tower, and then resting on Jiuyan.

Soon, thousands of monks were silent.

Not far away, the old man sighed, but after all, he didn't say anything, he turned silently, and his expression was very sad.

Tianyu, the thin middle-aged man, snorted coldly and disappeared into Tianyu.