The sea of blood was monstrous, crushing everything in a domineering manner, and the entire realm began to collapse from the center of the sea of blood.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, their eyes were bloody, and the surrounding demons screamed, bursting one after another, and the seriously injured monks were torn apart from their bodies, and the blood and qi separated from their bodies, and they were crumbled into slag like stone statues.

"Red Sun Sect, stand back!"

Ye Tianlang did not hesitate to use his blood-stained hand to urge the Vermilion Bird Copper Ring, and forcibly urged the domain to protect the surrounding monks under the shaking of the copper ring.

"Ling'er be careful!"

Pei Shengyue pulled Jiang Ling'er away, waved his hand and played a tiger talisman, and the white tiger roared into the sky.

The monks of the Arctic Palace frowned, their fingertips stained with blood, and swept the strings wildly to stir up dense sound waves.

The female cultivator of the Feng family opened her eyebrows, the essence of blood was ink, and the pen was in all directions.

The two children of the martial arts family exchanged axes, sparking brilliant sparks, the Luofu sword was neatly repaired, the long sword slashed through the palm, and the sword array reached the sky!

"No Anger, Senior Sister!"

Zhuge Ziqian protected Mo Baichun in his arms, and everyone worked together, and the surrounding armor machine rang out, turning into a steel bowl in an instant, and it was buckled upside down.

"The Ghost King helps me!"

Regardless of the fragility of the ghost body, the cicada spirit sacrificed his body, the ghost king, and resisted the sea of blood.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

With a Buddha call, the angry eyes of the Vajra suddenly shone brightly.

Zhuo Qingfeng and Xie Jingshan exchanged swords, turning into a sea of blood.

Jiang Yuebai hit the flower basket, Lu Nanzhi grabbed the silverfish sword pendant, the water of the Stygian Sea Realm poured back, and the bottom of the Hundred Flowers Realm bloomed one by one, stretching for hundreds of miles!

Shi Yuming stood in the center of the crowd, the iron rod was stuck on the ground, his arms shook, and the sound was like a bell.

"Mountains and rivers in Wuyue Town!"

Rumble!

The five mountains rise from the ground, and the monstrous blood waves collide fiercely, under the surging blood-colored waves, all kinds of light bloom one by one from all directions, the momentum is soaring, and the brilliance is extreme.

However, the blood wave was fierce and domineering, the Wuyue landslide, Shi Yuming vomited blood and retreated, cracking all over.

The bronze ring of the Vermilion Bird in the night sky shattered, and he was seriously injured and smashed to the ground.

"Katsuki!"

Pei Shengyue was swallowed up by the blood wave along with the White Tiger Faxiang, Jiang Ling'er screamed loudly, and rushed forward without hesitation.

Screams and roars followed, and everything was mercilessly drowned out by the waves of blood until everything naturally subsided.

The blood wave receded, and there was silence between heaven and earth.

The wind was bleak, the air was filled with the smell of burnt blood, and the people who survived the catastrophe got up from the ruins, dazed and frightened, caressed their bodies, their faces covered in blood, and scanned the devastated earth and the little crumbling spell barriers.

The fire was everywhere, it was scorched black, and the originally crowded hillside suddenly became empty.

"Brother Night! Someone, where are Jiang's people, come and save him!"

The surviving monks of the Red Sun Sect held the scorched body of Ye Tianlang, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't stop the blood spilling from all over his body, and beside him, there was a completely broken Vermilion Bird Copper Ring.

Except for him, the remaining four monks of the Red Sun Sect were all fine.

"Bell! Ling'er—"

Not far away, Pei Shengyue's mournful cry suddenly came, her hair was scattered, dirty, kneeling on the ground against the broken apricot branches, and there was no trace of Jiang Ling'er.

She still remembered that the last moment when she was swallowed by the blood wave, it was Jiang Ling'er who used a secret method to shift her shape, directly replace her, and die for her.

The surviving disciples of Jin Lanzong and the Jiang clan collapsed to the ground, hiding their faces and weeping bitterly.

There were grief-stricken cries from the Arctic Palace, the Feng family, and the Wu family, and the Zhuge family's position, and only half of the inverted bowl made of steel remained.

Zhuge Ziying panicked to find the traces of the cicada spirit in the ruins, but he couldn't find anything, so he could only angrily slap the fragments of the armor in the ruins.

Mo Baichun broke free from Zhuge Ziqian's arms, and saw that the flesh and blood behind him were blurred, the scars were deep and the bones could be seen, and the cold-blooded eyes were red like her, and she couldn't say anything, but she was afraid of trembling, and after feeding him the pill, she beat Zhuge Ziqian's arm angrily and distressedly.

Zhuge Ziqian was miserable

face, still smiling faintly, wiped away Mo Baichun's tears with his blood-stained hand.

Most of the sword cultivators of the Luofu Sword Sect also died, and the three warrior monks of Vajratai protected more than a dozen people, and they were seriously injured and difficult to treat.

The people of the Guiyuan Sword Sect and Xie Jingshan were all protected by Jiang Yuebai and Lu Nanzhi's realm, except for the flower basket and the silverfish pendant that were damaged, everyone was fine.

But when Jiang Yuebai put away the field and looked for Shi Yuming, he only saw his iron rod stuck alone in a piece of scorched earth, surrounded by frightened and lucky survivors.

Although she knew that it might all be fake, but when she really saw this scene, Jiang Yuebai still had a sour nose, turned her head and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and couldn't stop thinking in her heart, why must there be a war?

Lu Nanzhi's face was also full of sadness, he raised his hand and patted Jiang Yuebai's shoulder, he didn't know what he was thinking, looking at the blood-colored demonic energy remaining on the ground, his eyes gradually deepened.

Xie Jingshan walked over, pulled out Shi Yuming's iron rod, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tilted his head, and endured his grief.

When he opened his eyes again, Xie Jingshan's eyes had a more determined look, and the idea of ending the war with the sword in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Jiang Yuebai let go of his divine sense and scanned the surroundings, the demons were all wiped out, and although the casualties were heavy, they were not as tragic as Jiang Yuebai expected.

I saw that everywhere in the crowd, there were strange monks covered in dirt, using all kinds of strange-shaped items to form protection, saving many people.

When Jiang Yuebai saw one of the men with a crooked neck who was carrying a big iron pot on his back and was born with a rickety, he suddenly realized.

It's the people of Ruyimen!

They hadn't been there before, could it be...... Trying to escape from digging a tunnel underground?

Ruyimen is proficient in various miscellaneous studies, especially the art of Qimen Dunjia.

Thundered!

The heavens and the earth suddenly shook violently, and everyone staggered, Jiang Yuebai and Lu Nanzhi held each other's arms before they stood firm.

Click! Click!

A heart-pounding crumbling sound came from under their feet and overhead at the same time, and everyone looked up in horror to see that the sky was rapidly cracking red with blood and fire, covered with cobweb-like blood-colored cracks.

The remaining trees in the forest staggered from side to side, like an earth dragon turning over, the earth was torn apart, the void storm suddenly violent, and some people were caught off guard and fell into the abyssal rift, and were instantly cut into pieces by the void storm.

"This world is going to be destroyed!"

Someone exclaimed, and the uproar suddenly boiled, and everyone was at a loss for what to do, so they could only panic on the spot.

Jiang Yuebai's eyes narrowed slightly, and after seeing the crack in the sky and the earth, there was a rune light and shadow flickering, like a fishing net, wrapped in a glass ball that was constantly crumbling, leaving it as it was for the time being.

"The Guardian Array is still there, we still have time!"

Pei Shengyue walked out of her grief, with a broken apricot blossom branch in her arms, her face was stained with tears, and she stood up and said to everyone on the hillside.

At the same time, in the cracks between the earth and the sky, the black mist rolled out again, and the demons actually made a comeback.

In the blink of an eye, the rolling demonic fog boiled like a sea, and the encirclement was about to appear and close again.

Everyone knew that they couldn't fight any longer, and they had to find a way to escape from this realm.

Many people sacrificed the Cloud Breaking Rush, trying to break through the void cracks scattered everywhere, but the Great Array of Light in the Realm shone brightly, shaking those people into the Breaking Cloud Rush.

The Great Array of the Realm has been activated, protecting this realm from being destroyed, and trapping them in it.

Pei Shengyue suddenly looked at the southwest, which was the gap between the demon clan and the demon clan's lack of one, and it was also the direction where the demon clan had the least number of troops at the moment.

Jiang Yuebai didn't know what Pei Shengyue's basis was, so she raised her arms and shouted.

"Everyone, come with me and kill them!"

"Wait!"

Jiang Yuebai intended to stop it, but Pei Shengyue had already taken the people of the Chiri Sect and the Jiang Clan to quickly break through to that side.

Compared to her, a little-known person, Pei Shengyue of the Jinlan Sect had already had a prestige in the upper realm, and most of the surviving monks trusted her and followed her to break through.

This includes the Red Sun Sect with Ye Tianlang

, the Arctic Palace, the people of the Feng clan and the Wu clan.

The situation was urgent, and Jiang Yuebai and the others couldn't pull everyone to explain, the demon army had regrouped and killed them.

Jiang Yuebai saw that there were still people from the Zhuge family around her supporting each other, as well as the five people of the Guiyuan Sword Sect with the three seriously injured warrior monks of King Kong Terrace, all of whom looked at her with trusting eyes.

Jiang Yuebai's fists were clenched, her heart was heavy, and for the first time since she had practiced, she felt the pressure and restraint of not taking a wrong step.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yuebai retracted her gaze and turned her head to the northeast.

"Follow me!"