"This is the ...... of the flying boat"

Everyone could see what the dark shadow was in the sky.

However, what is even more desperate is that all the people who come down are strong people in the mountain building realm.

Without exception.

"Is the Demon Sect going to really break the net?"

"The land of right and wrong, do not stay for long." Some people have already seen the clues and want to run away.

"Kill ......"

The mountains are all over the wilderness, shaking through the entire Wuyin Mountain.

"Kill me." The second prince gave an order, and a magical curtain suddenly appeared in the crowd.

Originally, his friends, Fa Xiao, or his dearest disciples suddenly raised their butcher knives to themselves.

"Kill!" A simple response of just one word.

In an instant, countless people fell in pools of blood.

Some people even cried out in despair when they were dying: "Why? ”

"I want to be on top." Simple answer, because in their hearts, once the second prince succeeds, he will give them more, and these are things that their brothers or masters can't give.

The world seems to have gone into madness.

Blood is everywhere.

"Kill." Qingfeng's palm deduced the Creation Mirror, and with a wave of his big hand, countless rules and orders, like Dao Dao Heavenly Sword, slashed towards the high sky above the sky.

"Qingfeng, I've wanted to fight with you for a long time......" The demon lord was magnificent, and the magic power was running at full strength, covering most of the Fog Hidden Mountain, and the demon flames were rising, not afraid at all.

In the past, the Demon Sect could be said to be a scattered sand, because they were fighting for themselves, until fifty years ago, there was a demon lord with great ambitions, and it only took two years to integrate the Demon Sect, and it took less than five years to increase the strength of the Demon Sect again and again, and finally reached today's achievements.

The demon lord himself is a legend, but compared to Qing Feng, it is still slightly insufficient in Liuyun Country, because Qing Feng's identity, the head of the Fog Hidden Sect, this identity is enough, and it can be admired by tens of thousands of people.

At this moment, the two legendary figures belonging to the Liuyun Kingdom finally collided together.

The momentum is staggering.

Rumble......

Above the long sky, space is annihilated.

A single blow collided and almost destroyed most of the sky.

"Kill me." Almost roaring, the demon lord is arrogant, and the rules between the long hair are constant, and with the wave of his fists, he keeps falling.

Deduce the Creation Mirror, this is a thousand-year-old artifact of the famous town, even the demon lord can't shake it for a while, and it can be called unbreakable.

"Look at the envoy of the main hall." The Nine Hall Envoys were on the side, although one blow did not kill Yang Ning, but the Nine Hall Envoys did not seem to be in a hurry, and a mountain appeared in the palm of his hand, which was very small.

But it's getting bigger and bigger.

In the blink of an eye, it has become a mountain with heavy Yu Wanjun.

"It's it!"

After finishing out the opponent, someone inadvertently looked up and saw the mountain.

"Hell Mountain." A terrifying name, comparable to an artifact, unique to the Valley of the Wind.

"Hell Mountain, legend has it that when the first valley lord of Yin Wind Valley sat down, he cultivated all his foundations into a physical mountain with major repairs, and this valley lord is also the cultivator who is the closest to the mountaineering realm in the sixteen kingdoms of Surabaya for nearly a thousand years......"

Someone explained that he was solving everyone's doubts, but soon, he was drowned out by the sound of killing.

"Hell Mountain, great terror, ah......" A strong man sighed, worried about the interpretation of the Creation Mirror.

The mountain is majestic, as if it is unattainable, as if the divine descended, above the sky, the momentum is breathtaking, and even faintly, you can hear the sound of the yin trench on the mountain.

It was a ghost from hell, enveloping the entire mountain, and it was impossible to see the true face, only to judge the approximately.

"Geist from Hell, listen to my call." The Nine Palaces made their eyes solemn, and finally began to practice this mountain.

Overcast winds filled the sky.

In less than an instant, the originally clear sky seemed to turn into night.

"Hell Mountain is coming, and the night is the master."

"I see."

Black became the only shade, and everyone felt the terrible aura falling.

"Can you block it?" Even if Yang Ning has the memories of two lives and has amazing insights, at this moment, he finally feels hopeless.

Such an advent is no different from the destruction of the world.

"This mirror has to be broken." With the training of the Nine Hall Envoys, the aura became more and more gloomy, floating beside the mountain, it was not weaker than the aura coming from the Hell Mountain.

The demon lord swallowed mountains and rivers on the side, and the rules and order in his hands continued, impacting the dividing mirror below.

The people on the flying boat have arrived, and the two of them must break the division formed by the deductive creation mirror when these people arrive, otherwise these strong people who support will be tantamount to death.

Above the mirror, there is constantly an amazing light, and there are already many strong people who have been hit by the light and directly returned to nothingness.

These rays of light are attacks from the Qingfeng Sect, which is constantly weakening the strength of the Demon Sect.

"Kill." The ancestor of the ancient knife tower finally moved, the heavenly knife was like electricity, cutting through the night sky, and a heavenly knife that seemed to be eternal became the only light in this world.

Reflecting the entire Wuyin Mountain, the killing intent of the forest, where it passed, the sword was cold, as if it was about to cut out a peaceful world.

"Amitabha." The light of the Buddha is shining, and it is actually competing with the night for dominance, the golden Buddha light, extremely bright, anyone who is illuminated by the Buddha, will instantly turn into ashes, and even blood will not be left.

At the same time, the teeth were repaired with golden light, and a mountain building realm powerhouse who attacked him was smashed with one punch. King Kong was angry and bled for thousands of miles.

On the battle platform at this moment, a sword intent forced into Yang Ning's body, turning into rainbow light, instantly penetrating the bodies of more than a dozen powerhouses.

Puff puff......

In the dark night, the blood had no color, like raindrops, pouring down, trying to flow low.

Yang Pi's eyes were very cold, and in the dark night, they were even colder, and he quickly found the area of the Demon Sect disciples.

The meniscus seemed to have found a place to vent, blooming in the sky, bursting out with amazing strength, and falling with a knife.

"Be careful." The ghost screamed in surprise, and in an instant, the green armor stood up and greeted him.

"Kill!" Yang Zhen also killed from another direction, and a Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand picked up the opponent, opening and closing widely, Fang Yuan and Zhangyu, and no one could get close to him.

As a member of the royal family, especially as the son and son of the lord of Liuyun Country, the second prince naturally has an extraordinary identity, otherwise there would not be so many people working for him.

"Friends of Langya Pavilion, don't move at this time, when will you stay?" No one knew where the sound came from, but at this moment, everyone's eyes converged.

"This is the voice of the Demon Lord, using the overhaul as a breakthrough to deduce the Creation Mirror, under the manifestation and division interface, looking for allies for us." The consul of the Demon Sect was red-eyed, and his eyes were completely shrouded in killing intent.

"Demon Lord, you're a bit of a big discrepancy." Langtian has long hair and high bunches, but at this moment he has a sense of regret. The reason why Lang Tian led the disciples of Langya Pavilion to Liuyun Country was because the Demon Lord had contacted Langya Pavilion and hoped that Langya Pavilion could join forces with the Demon Sect to suppress the Fog Hidden Sect.

But at this moment, Lang Tian found that the Demon Sect not only contacted them, but also made an ally with Yin Wind Valley. Such changes were unexpected.

"What do you mean?" Above the nine heavens of the demon lord, a voice fell.

"The affairs of the Valley of the Yin Wind are not something I can do." Langtian's eye cultivation has changed, because this is the public enemy of the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya.

A faint red light floated around Langtian's body, and he said loudly: "Demon Lord, I, Langya Pavilion, have agreed, and I want to suppress the Fog Hidden Gate with your Demon Sect, but Yin Wind Valley is not my ally, so ......"

"So what?" There was anger in the Demon Lord's voice.

"I can't be with you." Langtian's momentum unfolded, and he killed one of the second princes in the crowd with one blow, making his position clear.

Lang Tian understood that this time the five factions were basically a conspiracy between the Demon Sect and Yin Feng Valley, a big conspiracy to capture the Fog Hidden Gate.

Otherwise, there would be no Hell Mountain, otherwise there would be no second prince of Liuyun Country, and there would be no proper flying boat.

"Kill!" Langtian finally chose to stand on the side of the Fog Hidden Gate.

"Thirty-six heavenly gangs, seventy-two earth evils, coming." The voice of the envoy of the Nine Halls resounded throughout the nine heavens, echoing in the endless night sky, as if it was an ancient and mysterious melody.

With a stop, one hundred and eight powerhouses, like one hundred and eight streamers, descended from the nine heavens.

"Down!"

Thundered......

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

Hell Mountain finally moved, as if Mount Tai was pressing down.

The eerie aura is getting stronger.

"Are you down?" Yang Ning, who was on the battle platform, stood up, the Chengyi Sword in his hand appeared brilliantly again, his long hair had long been scattered when he was fighting with the Yin Spirit, and the blood stains that were faintly visible on the green shirt were faintly visible under the light of the sword.

"It's really ghostly......" Yang Ning was a little speechless, because when he walked there, there seemed to be traces of Yin Wind Valley.

"It's just that this time it seems that something is different......" Yang Ning muttered to himself, and soon found a sword aura left by Jian Jue, and his expression froze.

This is a sword intent similar to that of a phono.

"Remember, you must live, the sword is still waiting for you."

"Is this a death-defying decision?" Yang Ning had not experienced the turmoil of the Yin Wind Valley, but judging from his contact with the Yin Wind Valley, the cultivation method was indeed a bit terrifying.

"It seems that this kind of similar poisonous exercise is not popular when you go there......" Yang Ning jumped off the battlefield.

"Kill!"

But then I heard the shouts of the flowing wind.

Yang Ning raised his head and wanted to stare at the sky, but found that above the sky, there seemed to be a pair of eyes, staring at him.

"It seems that I'm going to be targeted by Yin Wind Valley." Yang Ning was self-aware, because he killed the Yin Spirit.

The identity of the Yin Soul, Yang Ning has long known it, the young master of Yin Wind Valley.

This is a blood feud, and it is impossible to make Yin Wind Valley give up.

"Then kill it." Yang Ning's sword body rolled, and in an instant, three swords, from different angles, attacked the three of them respectively.

Click......

The terrifying and terrifying sound is even more terrifying than the end of the world.

Hell Mountain finally fell, colliding with the Mirror of Creation.

At the same time, there was a sound of shattering at the place of collision.

"Is it broken?"

"Broken?"

Falling into a state of temporary stasis, everyone only felt as if hell was coming, and the terrifying aura was breathtaking and terrifying.

At this moment, all the cultivators on the Fog Hidden Mountain felt the terrifying coercion, and they only felt that the sea of knowledge was rolling, which was extremely gloomy.

"Kill!"

Above the long sky, there are constantly strong people coming.

The breath of one hundred and eight fears, like the ghosts of hell, descended.

"Kill!"

"Someone killed the young master, and the young master must be avenged." The voice was extremely loud, and it was the Nine Hall Envoy from the sky, that is, the eyes that Yang Ning felt.

"Avenge the young master." The voice seemed to come from hell, and one hundred and eight strong men instantly locked Yang Ning and flew over.

"Presumptuous." The sword slashed out, as if it was about to cut through the world, and slashed through the sky.