Many monks from the Land of Rebellion joined the battlefield, and the number of disciples of the powerful forces who were hostile to the Great Dao Sect was drastically decreasing, and the new and old hatreds made the monks of the Land of Chaos have no scruples and are ruthlessly killed.

The leaders of the various powerful forces roared again and again, but there was nothing they could do, out of the riot land, the deterrent power of the sect was incomparable, like the power of heaven, but in the riot land, the disciples of the sect were more vulnerable to the attack of the mob.

The war was out of control, and if there was no strong man to stop the war, the battle would have lasted for a long time.

Suddenly, two disciples of the Great Dao Sect were slaughtered by Shi Hao of the Haotian Sect, Xie Xiangyang's eyes scanned every place on the battlefield, and when he saw this scene at this moment, the anger in his heart was full of anger, and the evil qi on his body suddenly became much stronger.

"Haotian Sect!"

Xie Xiangyang gritted his teeth, and the demonic qi on his body rose to the sky, his body shape did not change much, but there was a unique aura rising in his body.

"Nine Demon Body, Xie Xiangyang's Nine Demon Body!" The disciple of Haotian Sect saw the surging demonic qi around Xie Xiangyang, his face suddenly changed drastically, and he exclaimed.

The Nine Shadows Demon Body is a special physique after the Nine Shadows Clan awakened the second bloodline, which is extremely powerful, and has been crisscrossing the Ancient Wilderness for a period of time, looking down on the Eight Desolations.

"Give it all to me!"

Xie Xiangyang went crazy, he thought of his wife, the soul fire was extinguished, and she was taken away by the first person of Haotian Sect, and he had no power to fight back at that time, so he could only watch his wife's soul die, and he couldn't even take his body away.

After finishing speaking, two pitch-black spirit bodies in Xie Xiangyang's body rushed out, and the spirit body was affected by his Nine Demon Body, exuding monstrous demonic energy, his eyes were evil, his body flashed, and he went straight to the disciple of Haotian Sect.

"You're the first!"

Xie Xiangyang's words were still echoing in his ears, and a disciple of Haotian Sect suddenly separated from his body, and there was still fear in his eyes and he did not retreat.

"Fight me. You still dare to be distracted, Xie Xiangyang, you are looking for death!" Zishan's eyes were indifferent, anger flashed in his eyes, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

It's a pity that Xie Xiangyang's Nine Ghost Demon Body is famous, its strength is already strong, and the Battle Maniac Purple Mountain is between them, and at this time, with the blessing of the Nine Demon Body, even if you don't want a spirit body. Zishan will not be Xie Xiangyang's opponent.

"The second one!"

"The third!"

......

Xie Xiangyang's cold voice continued to echo in the sky, like a requiem, every word fell, and a disciple of Haotian Sect would inevitably die.

In the name of the demon god, deter riots!

"The thirteenth!"

When Xie Xiangyang killed the thirteenth Haotian Sect disciple, there was silence in the audience, and everyone looked at him with fear in their eyes.

Only Zishan, his name as a war madness is being greatly challenged today, and he has been fighting for a long time. He still didn't have any way to take Xie Xiangyang, if it weren't for Xie Xiangyang's spiritual body not returning, he would not be the opponent of Xie Xiangyang who had awakened the second bloodline at all.

Xie Xiangyang beheaded thirteen members of the sect in front of him, this was for him. It was a monstrous insult, his face was gloomy, and the murderous intent in his heart made the air around him become cold.

"War madness? Zishan, even you dare to call yourself a war madman. Haotian Sect Shi Gu stood up and said that it was okay, you ...... Obviously not qualified!"

"After the Heavenly Demon Ruins come out, the strongest divine battle in the East Wilderness for thousands of years will begin. At that time, with your cultivation, you will not even be qualified to participate, and it is better to take off the name of war madness as soon as possible, so as not to get the great tribes and sect heirs of the hidden world to come out and directly abolish your name of war madness. Xie Xiangyang sneered, his expression was frivolous, and he despised Zishan.

"Xie Xiangyang, your wife's body is still in my Haotian Sect, if you don't want her to never wake up, I advise you not to act recklessly. Zishan was furious, his face was hideous, and his voice was cold and bone-chilling.

When Xie Xiangyang heard this, the demonic qi on his body tumbled violently, and he said in a deep voice: "I hate others to threaten me with my loved ones the most in my life, Zishan, life and death, I will remember you!"

"I thought I was afraid you wouldn't make it. "The purple mountain face is not afraid, the purple gold robe is flying, taking a step forward, and the momentum rises sharply.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a loud shout in the distance exploded like thunder, spreading throughout the chaotic battlefield.

When everyone heard the cheers, they all looked intently, only to see a monk in a red shirt who was as fast as lightning, stepping into the air, his face was gloomy, and when he approached, everyone could see that it was actually a middle-aged man about thirty years old.

"You are so bold, dare to make a move in the territory of my dark gate, can you find death?" The middle-aged man had a hooked nose, slightly thin lips, and a black mole in the corner of his eye, he glanced at the chaotic battlefield and the ruined dark building, and said in a cold voice.

"It's the Third Heavenly King under the Sword Saint, Zhu Yang!" In the crowd, a thug recognized the identity of the person who came.

Tuoba Aoyu looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared, listening to the discussions of the monks around him, he frowned slightly, and did not speak.

From the middle-aged man, he felt a pressure, which was a feeling that the existence of the half-step Passage Realm had never brought to him, that is to say, this person was most likely the power of the Passage Realm.

Not only Tuoba Aoyu, Xie Xiangyang and Zishan and other cultivators who are extremely strong in cultivation all feel the unfathomable depth of the middle-aged man, and they all dare not act rashly, when they first come to the land of riots, they have seen several battles that do not agree with the blood splashed five steps, but they are all the same, no one is not afraid of the three major black forces in the land of riots.

Saying that the land of chaos is a three-regardless zone, in fact, it is based on the existence of these three major forces, they are equivalent to the earth emperor of the land of riots, and they will not care about any battles under them, but if anyone touches their territory, then they will bombard them with thunder.

The three major forces were all powerful in the realm of comprehension, so no monk dared to challenge one of them alone.

As soon as the middle-aged man's words came out at this moment, except for the sect disciples who had just come who didn't know about it, so they didn't have much feeling about it, the rest of the monks in the riot land were a little frightened by the middle-aged man.

"Do you know that we are from Haotian Sect? A Heavy Battle Spirit Realm cultivator of Haotian Sect stared at the middle-aged man with a proud expression and shouted violently.

For the appearance of the middle-aged man, he seemed a little annoyed, as long as he insisted on half a sound, the other powerful disciples would take action, at that time, the Great Dao Sect would undoubtedly be defeated, but the appearance of this person actually made the battlefield fall into a short silence, not only that, but he Haotian Sect wanted to stop, it was really a crime to die.

He didn't hear the disciples around him talking, because his cultivation was limited, and those monks didn't speak loudly, but even if he heard it, it was expected that with his current situation at the moment, he wouldn't care too much.

"Fool, shut up!" Purple Mountain glared at the monk angrily, telling him to stop.

However, this person's voice was extremely harsh in the silent battlefield, with the cultivation of a middle-aged person, how could he not hear it?

Zhu Yang glanced at the monk who spoke indifferently, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Die!"

As soon as Zhu Yang finished speaking, the monk's head shattered, and blood shot out.

All this came suddenly, and everyone didn't even see how Zhu Yang made a move, just spit out a word, and the monk died tragically in the air.

Immediately, only the sound of everyone's breathing came from the field, and no one spoke for half a sound.

This went on for a long time, until an ecstatic voice sounded slightly abruptly in the air, breaking the oppressive and breathless calm.

"Uncle Zhu!" (to be continued......)