The seventh master, who was lost and depressed, suddenly turned around with a sense in his heart, only to see that a dark red three-eyed toad had come to him, and the speed was as amazing as a red light.

The cold light of the knife streaked across the night sky.

Seeing the rout of the army, the seventh master Nazhen lost his mind in an instant, but he reacted quickly at the moment of life and death, and subconsciously slashed out.

There was a crisp sound, the sharp blade and a pair of claws harder than steel collided together, and the sharp blade in the hand of the seventh master Nazhen flew out of his hand. Immediately after, the huge body of the three-eyed toad collided directly.

In an instant, the Seventh Master Nazhen's blood surged up, opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood, and his body shook to the edge of the altar and almost fell off the towering altar. When I looked down, my chest was bloody and my ribs were almost all broken!

The Seventh Master Nazhen's cultivation is against the sky, and the cultivation of the Semi-Saint Realm is outstanding, and the three of Ye Chuan, Yinshan Old Demon and Rain Demon are helpless not to be opponents when they join forces, however, the plague demon king Abbasid is different, and he will hit him hard as soon as he makes a move.

It was also a demi-saint realm, one was lost and defenseless, and the other was recuperating and waiting for a long time to suddenly attack, and the result was self-evident.

The massive body of the three-eyed toad faded into a human form, and a tall minotaur appeared on the altar.

After a blow hit the seventh master Nazhen, the plague demon king Abbasid won the victory, and he didn't have to reproduce the deity to crush Nazhen, the big devil.

"You...... , you are the half-saint master who followed Ye Chuan?"

The seventh master Nazhen stood up, his face was pale, and a line of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the chaotic battle in the harbor, his hands and feet are cold and he understands that he is powerless.

The harbor was full of shipwrecks, and the soldiers fled for their lives like ants in a fryer, but surrounded by the herds, few could escape, and the sea and the sea were full of dense wildebeest crocodiles. Under the chaos and panic, even a real realm master may not be able to escape, let alone an ordinary soldier.

A fierce head-on battle turned into a one-sided slaughter!

"That's right, it's me. ”

The plague demon king Abbasid used his toes hard, and his body rushed out with a punch and smashed it out, so as not to kill the seventh master Nazhen first, so as not to have many dreams at night.

The Seventh Master Nazhen stood up straight, blocked with his fist, and stood on the edge of the altar a few steps backwards after a hard touch, his body leaning back and almost falling off the towering altar. His mouth moved to say something, but a mouthful of bloody arrows erupted from his mouth.

When he fought fiercely with the wildebeest crocodile king on the sea, the seventh master Nazhen consumed a lot of vitality, and after returning to the barracks, he was besieged by Ye Chuan, Yinshan Old Demon Rod and Rain Demon. Witnessing the defeat of the army, he was severely damaged by the surprise attack of the plague demon king Abbas, and now, he is naturally not the opponent of the plague demon king Abbas!

"Do it, kill him!"

Ye Chuan, who was watching the battle, suddenly rushed forward with an iron-blooded banner in his hand.

The operation was a great success, but now, far from the time to celebrate, the Kraken Patriarch and his party did not know whether they had found the entrance to the Lost City, and the beasts would soon rush to Gulang Island, and they had to race against time.

In addition, I don't know what's going on, there is always a sense of danger hanging over Ye Chuan's heart. Thinking about the seven drops of blood that appeared on the turtle shell, his heart was uneasy, and he flew up and pounced, wanting to kill the seventh master Nazhen as quickly as possible to end the battle.

The Seventh Master Nazhen's body shook, and after flashing Ye Chuan's powerful iron-blooded banner, he did not turn around and escape, but flew past Ye Chuan. His target was the Optimus Drum in the middle of the altar.

Gulang Island has been lost, the general trend of the rout of the army has gone back to the sky, and now, the Qingtian drum can no longer be allowed to fall into Ye Chuan's hands, this is the only way to reduce the punishment when he goes back to see Qingtiantian!

More than a dozen raindrop-shaped blades suddenly appeared out of thin air and roared towards the Seventh Master Nazhen.

The rain devil who happened to be standing on the opposite side made a move, and he used a unique lore to intercept it. These raindrop-shaped blades are faster than flying swords, and they also have a piercing trill, and they are definitely bloody holes on their bodies.

The Seventh Master Nazhen's pupils constricted, and his body suddenly soared into the air and flashed with a whistling raindrop-shaped blade, followed by a sudden acceleration and rushed to the front of the Heavenly Drum, gritting his teeth and casting a secret technique again to stimulate the body's potential.

Despite suffering heavy physical injuries and being surrounded by Ye Chuan and the others, the Seventh Master Nazhen still showed amazing cultivation and courage. Unfortunately, the moment he smeared the Optimus Drum on his fingertips, a vine suddenly appeared in front of him, rolled up the Optimus Drum and dragged it back.

Yinshan Old Demon Rod suddenly made a move, and did not directly launch a ferocious attack on the Seventh Master Nazhen, but this move was even more uncomfortable than killing him!

"Give me the Drum!"

The seventh master Nazhen shouted loudly, and rushed to the old demon of Yinshan desperately to snatch the Qingtian drum, but before he had time to rush over, his eyebrows suddenly jumped wildly, and he saw a red light in the afterglow of his eyes. Immediately after, a tall and fierce body crashed up like a mountain, and was punched heavily in the chest, the body curled up in pain, a little blood appeared on the skin, and the whole person was about to be blown up, and the power fluctuations in the body were disordered and out of control.

The plague demon king Abbas rushed up and directly abolished the cultivation of the seventh master Nazhen with a single punch, leaving him with only half a life.

"Old fellow, resign yourself to your fate!"

Ye Chuan's face was cold, and he raised the heavy iron-blooded banner, and was about to slap it down to completely kill the demon of the Seventh Master Nazhen, when the ground suddenly shook, and the towering altar shook violently and almost fell apart.

A multicolored light broke through the ground from not far away, turning into a rainbow across the sky.

On the surface of the sea, a sea of Lang is set off, reflecting the rainbow in the sky. Then, the blue sea fluctuates in a large area, sometimes clockwise, sometimes abruptly, sometimes counterclockwise, sometimes anticlockwise, the sky and the earth are rippling with vigorous vitality, it seems that the entire big ear whirlpool on the periphery of Gulang Island has an independent life. On the island, the ground shook more and more violently, and with a dull rattling sound, it seemed as if something was opening up an ancient passage. An ancient aura seeped out from under the ground, coming from the direction of the underground grotto.

Kraken Patriarch they succeeded?

Ye Chuan's eyes lit up and he became excited, the vigorous vitality that filled the air, and the ancient atmosphere, all said one thing, the kraken patriarch and his party successfully broke into the underground grotto and opened the entrance to the lost city that only the kraken clan could open.

A race sanctuary of the ancient race, right in front of you!

Ye Chuan, who had wandered through many ancient ruins in his previous life, was also excited. Every ancient race has a glorious history and heavy precipitation, and has unimaginable origin power. Not to mention capturing them all, as long as you absorb one percent of the origin power of a race's holy land, your cultivation will be able to advance by leaps and bounds!

Thinking that he could quickly break through the bottleneck and condense more sky-swallowing talismans, Ye Chuan, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and great joys and sorrows in his previous life, couldn't help himself, and raised his head and let out a long roar.