(2-in-1)

After all, the matter of Shan Feng still spread out, and the picture of the blood-filled mountains and forests made many cultivation forces on the Five Elements Island die down and give up the war between the Qingyun Sect and the Zhang family.

After half a year, all the defense lines of Qingyun Sect near the coastline have been bulldozed, and in front of the huge number of monks of the Zhang family, Zhang Qing once again saw the mountain gate of this sect.

"So far, it's only been five or six years, right?"

"In five or six years, these people have grown from mortals to the late stage of Qi cultivation, and even some of them have broken through to the foundation building."

"If it is really favored by this heaven and earth, the remnants of the three thousand five hundred states are afraid that they will re-emerge in this Xinxiang world."

Beside Zhang Qing, Zhang Shenling looked at the monks in all directions with admiration, and now in the final battle, he and Zhang Yuxian and all the golden lotuses on Tianhuo Island who were not surnamed Zhang came.

"The three thousand five hundred states owe them five hundred years of history, and now they will repay their hundreds of years of cultivation, but these people can cultivate quickly, and more than that."

"Their ancestral bloodline is already extraordinary, coming from powerful monk sects and families, and the continuation of the bloodline, even if there is no inheritance, it can make it easier for them to give birth to spiritual roots."

"So, we're going to get up to speed."

Qingyun Sect, Zhang Yuxian, Zhang Baijian and Liu Huai have not yet locked the eight golden lotus of the sect.

In the sky, a group of Zhang family seed golden lotuses stood at the back of the seven thousand descendants, looking at the gradually approaching battlefield above, Zhang Xiwen, who was the leader, drove the chariot and waved the flame spear in his hand to the rear.

The sudden change of color of the heavens and the earth made the hearts of every disciple of the Qingyun Sect be clouded with a haze of fire, and at this moment, the picture scroll of the destruction of the sky in the inner realm seemed to indicate the end of that day.

"Kill!"

In front of Zhang Shenling, in the sky of more than ten zhang, the sea of fiery red clouds gathered, and there were more than 7,000 monks of the Zhang family line standing below, each of us was wearing a red robe, the flames were swaying under our clothes, and on our feet, this sea of clouds was gradually turning into flames.

Without the slightest hand, Liu Huai punched out, and the cyan illusory long knife responded to the sound, turning into thousands of violent winds scattered all over the mountain range, tearing the soft mountain rocks and trees.

On the one hand, Zhang Yuxian had already wrapped the two Golden Lotus Sikai with a picture scroll, worried that these two old guys would blow themselves up with cultivation, and similarly, only in this picture scroll, Zhang Yuxian had no chance to kill the Golden Lotus Sikai who also mastered Zhou Kun.

"Just today." Zhang Qing looked at the blue light in front of him, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

In that war, from the scorching sun to the sunset, in the night, the fiery red and blue sky still shone on the vision of several monks in the distance.

"Kill!"

Boom Boom Boom Boom !!!

One breath, two breaths, eight breaths...... Before the tea time passed, the Qingyun Sect's Qingyun Small Array Barrier was not yet red.

An ancient spiritual treasure usually does not have a small array of protectors, on the contrary, several or even dozens of kinds are the norm, which is also a sign of our enduring decline.

It is just a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, not these vassals of the Zhang family in the mountain range, and it is also a flame heavenly soldier who is afraid of the sky and stands in the sea of clouds.

Liu Huai's voice was hoarse, but it seemed to be suppressing some kind of extreme tyrannical atmosphere.

"That's in your Qingyun Sect!" Zhou Kun stared at Liu Huai, and the cyan Gangfeng under him condensed a layer of armor to resist Zhou Kun's flames.

If he didn't open the Gate of Heaven, Zhang Qing's power would be poor, and if he didn't open the Gate of Heaven, Zhou Kun himself would still be able to be broken by the monks who planted the Golden Lotus.

The gaze under the faces of each family member became wildly cold, and we could feel that we were in resonance, and the power we provided was breaking the bombardment under this cyan barrier until a certain moment.

"Qingyun Sect's seventh formation, Blood River Small Formation."

Boom –

Zhou Yuncai looked at the sect inside the barrier, "Use the demon cultivators under the sea to intercept your Zhang family's reinforcements, harass your Tianhuo Island, recruit a small number of scattered groups under the Seven Elements Island, and encourage several other families to do something to you." ”

The seven thousand descendants were like divine soldiers, and the flames under them gradually resonated, and in the process, a low-stature flame heavenly soldier condensed out.

The white ink painting scroll made Liu Huai's flames fall behind Zhou Kun, Zhou Kun's windmill blew, and the torn wind shattered the immortal fan.

Liu Huai raised a finger and focused on the barrier of the red jade color.

On the contrary, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect were able to take advantage of the wind and kill the monks who belonged to the Zhang family, so even if the number was inferior, the Zhang family would still not be able to move an inch.

It wasn't that when the night came, all the small formations of the Qingyun Sect were broken.

The rapid heartbeat gradually spread to the entire battlefield.

The crimson of the sky became more and more intense, and gradually, the sea of clouds turned into liquid and fell upwards, and they turned into flames, like raindrops falling under the small array of green clouds.

Eventually, the flames that covered the sky fell under the windmill, and only the crisp crack sounded.

Zhang Qing's windmill, which did not have eight-petal leaves, also disappeared at that moment.

"What, the person you're talking about, will he help you?" Zhang Baijian on the side asked.

"What about the immortal change?" The sect roared, and a stone knife that seemed to be naturally formed appeared in the palm of his hand, and the moment he held the eight-inch stone knife in his hand, the power in my body rose wildly, and even the rotation of Zhang Qing's windmill was slowing down, and the howling wind tore the flames around Zhou Kun, and it was only a thin layer left in the golden body.

"Yes, I have to say, he's very incompetent."

Looking at the panic in the eyes of the sect, Liu Huai knew that Luo Shu was still successful.

In an instant, the defensive shield of the Qingyun Small Array was shattered, and looking at the enemy that seemed to rush out of the shattered mirror, the Qingyun Sect's disciple was shrouded in a fierce wind armor.

Mu Long threw a punch out, shattering Gangfeng, and Zhou Xuan was looking for an opportunity to get close to the other party.

No one on either side was holding their breath, and we knew that the real fight was coming.

Back then, the Yunmeng Pavilion, the descendant of the seven clans of the Yunmengze Sect, was not damaged, and the small array of the Qingyun Sect would only be weaker.

"Life and death are !!" With the strange drink of thousands of people, a number of Zhang family heavenly soldiers under the sky followed on both sides and killed in the Qingyun Sect.

Click~!

"Maybe decades later?" Liu Huai laughed, and the momentum under him became more and more vigorous.

In the flames, the cold fog was shrouded, and the scenes indicated the possible retreat of the sect, and on the small ground at the feet, blood-colored vines rose up into the sky, and even if the flames of the seventh and eighth orders fell under the vines, there was also a way to chop and break them.

Behind the eyes, the protection and attack methods given to the disciples of the Qingyun Sect by the Qingyun Small Array made it difficult for the monks of the Zhang family to resist, and now it is another formation that affects the mind.

Liu Huai's punch landed under the cyan flattening, and a layer of huge wave-like ripples spread wildly to all sides of the barrier with the depression of that punch.

"Die!" The sea of fire roared like a dragon, sweeping all kinds of forces towards the sect.

Liu Huaiyou didn't speak, but he just retreated, the Extreme Flame Heavenly Soldier, the Heavenly Punishment and the Calamity Sun, and the eight terrifying spells frantically covered Zhou Xu.

A few breaths ago, the sky in the mountain gate of the Qingyun Sect had not yet been covered by a small number of flame heavenly soldiers, and they were as powerful as torches, looking down on the mountain gate of the Qingyun Sect, threatening the minds of several people.

"I can take away a small number of people beforehand, but after mentioning that you kill all of the Qingyun Sect."

One by one, the monks rushed towards the flattening of the Qingyun Formation, and the moment they touched the former, scattered white ashes stained our robes, under our hideous faces, and scattered among our hairs that moved with the wind.

Everyone knows that whether that small array is broken or broken, today is bound to be a bloody war, and there is no one who cannot advance half a step after death.

Zhou Kun raised his fist again, the slightly white dragon-shaped airflow eyes were eye-catching, this is the golden dragon eyes, looking at the cyan long knife condensed inside the small array, the next time, Liu Huai was hit by the counterattack of the Qingyun small array, after all, that small array is a nameless killing array.

The continuous cyan ripples spread again, and the howls of the wind resounded everywhere in the mountain gate of the Qingyun Sect, as if a terrible ghost was screaming.

The power brought by the Dragon Shepherd Chapter far exceeds the limit of Liu Huai's cultivation, even a small number of demons or Buddhist cultivators have the law to compete with Liu Huai under the power.

Rumble!!!!!!!

The howling wind, the shattered fireworks, the blue and the red collided at that moment, and the entire Qingyun Mountain Range, the violent roar of the earth ended and passed thousands of miles away, making the people who paid little attention to it tremble.

Liu Huai's weakest state, but he only exerted his own strength to the extreme, but turned into eight clear in one breath, and blessed his body with the strength of all the less.

Shrouded in flames, I gradually expanded, turning into a heavenly general of several feet, and punch after punch was blasted out, mixed with Liu Huai's violent roar.

Zhou Kun came to the face of Qingyun Xiaoqian and looked at the sect, "You are here again, that time, can he stop it?" ”

"Pick it up, handle the real life and death, is he ready to break?"

With the ultimate killing intent under him, Liu Huai locked the sect again.

Using the blood, the parasitic blood vine was infiltrating the Qingyun Mountain Range, trying to find the crack in the small array from the spiritual veins.

"Is it the fight of a few monks that can cause such a shocking movement?"

"He put hope under me?" Zhang Yuxian looked at Liu Huai, that should be Liu Huai's choice.

The flames under me were spreading, gradually resonating with the flames in front of me, with the sky, and thousands of Zhang family descendants, and the power of that resonance also made me more and more terrifying.

In an instant, I saw the flames under Liu Huai's body dazzling, like a sun falling on a small ground, exuding a catastrophic aura.

The winds scattered in the surrounding void alone are the worst help, they can allow those wind-type immortal monks to catch the lack of safety around them, so that anyone can sneak up on us unintentionally.

Such a terrifying picture made the Qingyun Sect disciples who were not all light-hearted.

"Absolutely." Zhou Kun looked at Qingyun Xiaojing, "I move to do it, and it is important." ”

Zhou Kun fell upwards and hurriedly walked towards the transparent barrier behind him.

Zhang Shenling looked at that scene, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he directly stepped under the sky, standing in the center of the red falling flame world.

I looked at the mountains and forests above, in order to get close to the mountain gate, the descendants and vassals of the Zhang family knew that many people had died in the past half a month, and similarly, the blood of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect was also sprinkled all over every inch of soil.

"Otherwise, when they grow up, we won't have enough space, and we will waste such a large group of monks."

"The next time he let him escape, that time, where can he escape?"

I'm sure I've found it......

"A guy who has been saved by someone and wants to protect someone, if it were me, you would admire it tightly, but now, it's a bad thing for you."

Liu Huai's retreat continued, and time and time again, the terrifying power brought by the Dragon Pasture Chapter did not seem to have surpassed the Golden Lotus.

"It seems that they lost."

The blood gathered into a stream between the mountain peaks, was blown away by the strong wind, burned by the flames, and in the end, the smell of blood permeated all directions, making the Qi cultivators of the Qingyun Sect who were all red-eyed and forgetful of killing.

In the first battle, the sect had to urge Zhang Qing with all its might, and that also brought a very small obstacle to Liu Huai.

With a loud shout, the monks belonging to the Zhang family were also covered in cold blood, and it was the pain of Gu Meridian that poured mana wildly.

"Here you go—broken!"

"When!" The sect gritted its teeth, how could I not have imagined that one of the most important foundations of Lingbao would be so heavy and easy to solve.

For our realm, the battle is to scrape a monk to become a mortal, and it only takes a little bit of strength to change the outcome of the battle.

"It's a good thing, too."

"But, you still lost."

The former no longer had the feeling of being unhindered, turning into ashes on his fingertips and drifting into the sky with the wind, while in front of him, Zhou Xucai, who was looking at a circular gap behind Zhou Kun, raised his arm and pointed backwards.

"Death and life are seen!"

The appearance of a crack allowed the flames of destruction to find an opportunity to rush madly towards it.

Qingyun Small Array is a killing array, and the killing array will be fully exerted internally.

Running on the ground, there was no flame shining below us, and in the trail of the light, there were white ashes.

"At any given time, you have to be tired."

In an instant, the mountains were all over the field, and the monks who were not in the sky and the small land moved, the flames and flags were unfurled, and the figures of the mountains pressed towards the gate of Qingyun Mountain.

"He's too young to try." The face of the sect was indifferent, and beside me, the two gray-haired old men with four leaves of the golden lotus revealed a strong killing intent, and we were the deadliest people in that war.

And on the flame of the calamity sun, the defensive barrier of the entire Qingyun Small Array ended up like a spider web.

Tens of thousands of Zhang family monks were confronting the 80,000 Qingyun Sect disciples within the barrier, and the two sides were separated by a heavy formation, and they were more than capable of fighting.

"Huh." With a heavy laugh, Liu Huai's arms were high, and the slightly white airflow condensed into the appearance of a dragon shadow, and vaguely, he couldn't see a touch of brilliant gold.

The power of the immortal change is down, and the moment Liu Huai locks the sect, the former can feel that his cultivation has not slipped up.

It's just that as the sect said, it is the Qingyun Sect, which is our first spiritual treasure, and there are not a few conditions that are not beneficial to the Qingyun Sect.

Everyone, as if bathed in the ashes of the destruction of the world, rushed into the mountain gate of the Qingyun Sect, this proud small array of defense, now can only be reduced to pitch white, with our pace, stop anyone.

Not to mention...... Among the dragons I have slain, there is not a single fearsome being.