Nan.

Nanguan is a river, a big river thirty miles wide, and at this moment, tens of thousands of Zhangjia monks are fighting with monks from all directions on this big river.

"I didn't expect that we would die here."

"I vaguely remember that six years ago, we also took a boat to visit the Nanguan River, and we said at that time that if we couldn't make progress in cultivation, we would come to this big river to be a clothed guest."

"Now it seems that they have come to the same end."

On a rocking boat, blood flowed from the corners of Zhang Zuying's mouth, and he said to the surrounding clansmen with a smile.

"Brother Zuying, they all say that before people die, they will recall their lives, and now they think about the past, I'm afraid it's not good."

"Hahahaha!"

"What's so bad, I think we're going to die anyway."

Zhang Zuying's eyes looked coldly at the several enemies holding magic weapons at the other end of the deck, and licked his lips with his tongue.

"However, before you die, you have to take a few cushions with you."

The roar continued to sound, and the crimson flames ignited the ship that had lost the support of the formation, and in the depths of the broken spirit wood plank, Zhang Zuying coughed a few times, and blood flowed from the seven orifices.

The golden mana frantically surging in his body tore through his internal organs violently, and his vitality disappeared little by little, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart as he watched several clan brothers fall in a pool of blood.

Faintly, the sparks burned deep in his pupils, and there was a majestic power in his limbs.

He stood up, his internal organs had fully recovered at some point, and under the impetus of his anger, his whole body turned into a roaring fire dragon and rushed out of the wreckage.

On the dim and turbid Nanguan River, a red light dispelled the darkness and alarmed countless people.

Zhang Zuying stood on the sinking ship with a hideous face, staring at the disciples of the sect around him, as well as the Jiang family monks among them.

"Ah!!h

With a roar, the flames spread over the river, and he stood in the middle of it.

"What the hell is this, there is a special monk of the Zhang family?"

In the distance, someone opened his mouth in surprise, because these years of fighting had made him see too much of the strength of the Zhang family.

But this time, I saw it and felt a little different.

But before he could send his voice to the distance to verify something, there was suddenly an astonishing burning heat behind him.

Xiu Wei did not hesitate, did not look back, and fled directly to the front, and the moment he crossed several miles of rivers and turned his head in an instant, he saw a hideous armored heavenly general coming towards him.

"You haven't killed me yet, how dare you be distracted?"

The monk of the Zhang family, who had turned into a heavenly general, gasped, making the sect monk who was engulfed in flames unable to help but have infinite doubts in his heart.

He had clearly confirmed that this person should not survive for more than three breaths, but why...... Now back to the top.

No, looking at the red and dazzling flames, the strength of the other party was far stronger than when it was in its heyday.

"This ...... Irrationality. ”

The monk struggled to speak, but the flames had already covered his skull, and the aftermath of death spread and alarmed many around him.

On the vast battlefield of the Nanguan River, one by one the Zhang family members recovered from a desperate situation and killed the enemy monks, and for a while, the resonant raging flames seemed to overwhelm the enemy who were more than ten times larger.

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"The power to restore them is the same kind."

Seeing the hundreds of Zhang family members who should have died suddenly erupted in a counterattack, many high-ranking monks were terrified.

They knew about the movements of the Zhang family, such as Zhang Qing was preparing to set foot on Sendai.

"Impossible......"

The ancient heritage allows them to have the memory of that realm in their memory, and looking at those Zhang family members at this moment, almost no one can face the victory of this war with a smile.

"Doesn't the inheritance of the Zhang family say that there is no Sendai realm, even if you want to step on Sendai, shouldn't that person make up for the inheritance first?"

While a few people were thinking, on the battlefield above the Nanguan River, more Zhang family members began to burst out with power that did not belong to them, and they were bathed in flames, and the flames enveloped them.

A celestial general clad in crimson armor stepped out of the flames, and where it passed, the water was ignited.

"Kill!"

I don't know who broke out with an indifferent shout, and a vague phantom appeared behind him, even in the face of more than ten times the enemy, the tens of thousands of disciples of the Zhang family were also turning defeat into victory little by little.

The vague shadows made those high-ranking monks who were observing confirm their guesses, and the sky of the entire Nanguan River was painted with a fiery red color.

At this moment, all the clansmen who practiced the Zhang Family's Tianhuo Wuji Inheritance could feel that their power was truly rooted and originated, and they were located within the same Dao system.

"Daotong ......"

"Kill them!" An open heavenly gate jumped above the nine heavens and angrily reprimanded the disciples below.

More monks appeared on the river, and for three days the river dried up and turned into a muddy swamp.

Corpses are buried in this swamp, and for many years to come, this place will become an amazing spiritual place.

Tens of thousands of monks belonging to the Zhang family finally began to retreat under Zhang Baidao's orders, and this time, those sect monks who were chasing after them very tightly did not order to chase and kill.

They looked at the direction in which the Zhang family had retreated, and their hearts were extremely worried, wanting to confirm the terrible truth.

"Sendai ......"

Dozens of miles outside Chilang Gorge, in the temporary clan land of the Zhang family, all the Zhang family members raised their heads and looked at the majestic figure in the sky.

Zhang Qing stood there, as if he was the whole heaven and earth.

At this moment, a touch of crimson red lotus spread and spread behind Zhang Qing.

When the red lotus blooms, everything between heaven and earth no longer exists.

All the creatures could not feel the wind in the air, could not see the distant skyline, and the earth under their feet seemed to have turned into an endless abyss, trying to swallow them into the endless depths of darkness.

If they want to survive on this land, they need the consent of the owner of the crimson sky.

When Zhang Qing agreed, the countless creatures on the earth felt the steadiness coming from the soles of their feet, and they were able to breathe, gasping for breath, frightened by the suffocating and depressing feeling just now.

They saw the distant horizon, the boundary between the fiery red and the earth, and also felt the breeze on their faces, the humidity in the air, and the restlessness in their hearts.

They have themselves, after Zhang Qing doesn't want to change.

They can breathe, they can see, they can practice, they can prolong their lives, all these rights are not something they were born with.

It's Zhang Qing at this moment, giving them something.

When Zhang Qing's Taoism is covered, this piece of heaven and earth seems to have a master.