The golden sword light was like a torrential rain, slashing horizontally forward, and the furious thunder followed behind, pouring down on the dim world.

The scorching flames enveloped thousands of figures standing in the sea of clouds, and the heavenly soldiers slew towards the swarming demons, and after death, they only turned into flames and extinguished.

As time passed, the pitch-black demon mist still flooded the golden light, engulfing the thunder, causing the heavenly soldiers to fall and collide with the thousands of flying ships in the sky here.

The vision dimmed for a moment, but the monks on the flying boat were not afraid, they jumped off the flying boat, and then were caught by the fiery red clouds, although they only practiced qi, but they were still able to fly in the sky.

Not only that, but around the waist of each monk, there is a transparent rope that connects them.

Standing above the clouds of fire, they fought the flying demons around them.

Then, at a set time, the rope on their body will turn into a stream of air, and a powerful force will quickly drag them back to the flying boat for repair.

But in many cases, the ship dragged back only half of the wreckage, or the rope broke in the previous time, and the monk died in the process of fighting the flying demon in the sky.

What's even more terrifying is that the entire flying boat was targeted by the demons of the Golden Lotus, and launched an attack, and the final result was that the huge flying boat fell into the sky in the fight, carrying most of the monks who could not escape with it to death.

In the process of falling, rubbing against the scorching air around it, perhaps the entire flying boat would be ignited, which almost eliminated the possibility of any of the Qi cultivators above surviving.

Thousands of feet of sky, such a height is either because of friction, or because of the active burning flames, there will be no survivors.

Those who survived had already appeared on other ships, and then the ships would again diverge into ropes and wrap around their bodies, and then repeat the process in between.

Rumble!!!!

There was a flying boat that was ignited by the fire attribute spirit stone in the warehouse as the last resort, and the third-order formation imprisoned the golden lotus demon in it to its body, and then wrapped the other party and fell towards the earth together.

Like a meteor, the ship and the demons in it will appear as wreckage in a corner, and then cause a fight on the ground, until one side is completely dead, and the wreckage of the ruins will be collected by the surviving side.

These resources will also become the materials for the construction of the flying boat, or the cultivation of a monk or demon who will stand on the flying boat in the future.

Repeatedly, it all happened.

The only way to get out of this constant cycle is to open the Gate of Heaven, whether it is a human monk or a demon, only by opening the Gate of Heaven, they do not have to be a part of this cycle.

In the same way, only by opening the gate of heaven can we affect the final outcome of the entire battle.

"Elder, seven hundred and sixty-five flying boats have fallen so far."

In the center of a giant boat, Zhang Yuefan stood with his hands in his hands, and the flame brilliance released by the giant boat under his feet became the only light that illuminated the dark sky around him.

Beside him, the next moment after the monk who planted the golden lotus said, he continued: "Seven hundred and sixty-seven. ”

In a short period of time, two more flying boats fell into the sky, affecting not only the number of at least five hundred monks on those two flying boats, but also the divided teams on the earth.

"What do the other two say?" Zhang Yuefan asked without looking back.

Although these thousands of flying boats belong to Zhang Yuefan, they do not belong only to the Zhang family.

The golden sword light came from the Murong family that went south in the Great Wilderness, and the thunder sea that poured into the sky belonged to Huiyue Pavilion, one of the three southbound forces.

"They think that the loss is not small, so let the disciples ask the elders how long it will take to launch."

"Wait." Faced with such a problem, Zhang Yuefan only has one word.

"Yes."

Time is still continuing, two days later, the loss of the flying boat has reached the four-digit mark, that is, at this moment, the giant boat under Zhang Yuefan's feet released a sky-high fire, and in an instant, it swallowed the demon mist in a radius of thousands of miles.

From the ground below, it was the sky overhead, and suddenly countless black mist was burned, and endless ashes were scattered in the void.

Immediately after, all eyes could see a huge figure, standing in the circular void in the black mist, holding a towering giant blade and slashing down in a certain direction.

Blood is sprinkled in the sky, and every drop of blood contains turbid demonic energy, and the moment it soaks into the earth, it makes the trees grow and the flowers bloom.

The sky was clear, the light of the sun dispelled the darkness, and the remaining flying boats began to attack forward, slaughtering all the demons with the sound of killing in the sky.

On the giant boat, Zhang Yuefan's breath fluctuated violently, and it was not easy to kill a demon who opened the gate of heaven, but fortunately, the result was good.

He didn't look at the demons that had been gradually suppressed, his eyes fell on the distance, although the endless sea of clouds made him unable to see anything, but he knew that at this moment, the same as his place was not only here.

The cultivation world of the Immortal Dao, facing the wave army composed of dozens of Sendai demons, the pressure that will be faced every day is not just something that can be ended by opening the gate of heaven by oneself.

During this time, at least 50,000 flying boats were lifted into the air, and his two or three thousand here were only one of them.

But I don't know how many will be as successful as he is.

This is the battlefield of the sky, and because of the cover of demon fog, it is called the sky of the demons.

Because they are monks, they are often the losers.

The cheers in my ears can understand what kind of morale can be boosted by victory in the sky.

"After replying, do you want to support next?"

Soon a new command came, and more than a thousand flying boats were like a majestic sea of clouds, heading in a certain direction.

Three days later, in front of the procession, there were strong winds and torrential rains, as well as mountains of corpses, the remains of objects, and the ruined mountains and forests.

The silent world seems to be only the fury of wind and rain, but the hustle and bustle in my heart cannot be silenced for a long time.

Zhang Yuefan looked into the distance, his chest rose and fell, and his pupils trembled.

"Give me—find!" He almost roared, but what finally gathered in front of him were tattered fiery red robes.

There was a turmoil in the void in the divine consciousness, and the figure of the fire came out of the depths of nothingness, and at the feet of Zhang Xian'er were five blackened demons.

"Dispose of it." Zhang Xian'er looked at Zhang Yuefan, said calmly, and then threw down the five-headed demons, and then escaped into the void and left.

All of this will eventually converge into one tower.