[Thank you for the reward from the cold-blooded classmates, hehe.] 】

"What?"

"Do you really want to attack our Qingyunmen?"

Wang Gan's words were not concealed, nor did he transmit his divine sense, but said them generously, and even under the influence of the vague Dao rules, every Qingyunmen disciple could hear them clearly.

This time it exploded, many disciples of the sect were shocked at first, and then angry, yes, they were afraid of death, and they also had fear, but now that the situation has reached this point, it is useless to be afraid of death, and they can only fight, bloody battle!

"Haha, I didn't expect that this Qingyunmen really has a capable person, the highest is only the realm of transforming gods, and he can actually sense the breath of the heavenly boat?"

"Haha, what if you sense it, this time we are stealing the sky, we want to slaughter a second-rate sect and deter a group of turtles on the Tianyuan Continent, otherwise they don't know how miserable the end of going against the Ziwei World is!"

"Kill!"

Wild laughter and shouts of killing came from the void, but there was no figure in sight, and the next moment, the sky was torn down like a curtain, revealing its true face.

An illusory Shenzhou is suspended in the void, like a thing in a painting, a mirage, and an ethereal breath is revealed.

With a bang, an army of monks rushed out, everyone was murderous, wearing red armor with dark brown blood stains on it, I don't know how much enemy blood was stained, and the evil aura was heavy, like a demon!

In the blink of an eye, this piece of heaven and earth is a slaughter, the crape myrtle world is really amazing, there is such a mysterious magic weapon as the Mitianzhou, although there is not much attack power, but the hidden means are unique in the world, vertical and horizontal void, come and go without a trace, almost perfectly conceal the breath, it is simply the supreme weapon of sneak attack.

Rows of blood-colored figures walked out of Shenzhou, there were more than 3,000 monks in the army, all of them were full of spirit, fierce as tigers, after coming out, they didn't talk nonsense, holding soldiers, the real yuan was surging, and they were about to rush into the crowd to start a big battle.

These people, in twos and threes, form a simple formation, which seems to be simple, without the style of the fairy family at all, what runes are all over the sky, the Tao rhyme is bright, and there is nothing at all, but it is a whole, there is a kind of indestructible taste, and it has reached a point of simplicity and greatness.

"The disciples of the Yuan Fetus will all retreat and will not be allowed to participate in the war, and the rest of the disciples will be killed together!"

As soon as Wang Qian's words fell, a dense army of monks rushed out of the heavenly boat and rushed up murderously.

Master Qingyun's face changed drastically, and he roared loudly, and at the same time, the fairy sword in his hand was dazzling, and the sword technique was sharp, emitting ten thousand zhang of sword light, and he entered the army of monks.

Even so, in an instant, hundreds of disciples below the Yuan Fetus died at the hands of this group of people.

These people are not ordinary monks at all, and the means of fighting are also very simple, that is, they are holding soldiers, guns and spears are out, all of them are like electricity, whistling like wind and thunder, and they can cross a hundred meters with a snap of their fingers.

At the beginning of the war, there were corpses everywhere, rivers of blood flowed, and the residual value was broken all over the ground, most of them were Qingyunmen disciples who had not had time to transfer, most of these teenagers were some innate realms, or still acquired realms, in this level of battle, the strength was too weak, the army of monks in the Ziwei world, each of them was a primordial realm, and they all practiced a killing technique, killing people, extremely cruel, as fast as electricity, and could not be prevented.

Almost at the moment when the Mitian Shenzhou appeared, Wang Gan's face changed, and then a mountain peak appeared in his hand, delicate and small, but the breath was desolate and simple, wisps of cyan light emitted, and everywhere the light passed, all the young disciples disappeared in place, and they were included in the magic weapon space.

Even so, hundreds of young monks died too quickly to be put away.

The soul power of the Avatar Cultivator was so powerful, and the speed of thinking was simply unbelievable, they all reacted at the first time, but a large number of disciples still died, all of them dripping blood in distress.

"Brute, too vile, die!"

"Come on!"

One by one, the elder protectors were furious, and the shot was infinite, and the hundreds of millions of runes were organized into various divine channel techniques in the void, knives, swords, axes, bells, tripods, books, trees, wheels, radiant and murderous.

In an instant, dozens or hundreds of monks were overwhelmed by various divine passages and turned into a rain of blood.

The Qingyun Venerable was even more furious, the headband on his head shattered, his head was full of black hair like a sharp sword, and the Qingyun Immortal Sword in his hand shot out an immeasurable immortal light, the sword light, burst out with terrifying lethality in the army of monks, a sword light swept over, it was a horizontal corpse, the soldiers were broken, the armor was broken, and the flesh and blood were flying.

Screaming and screaming. The scene was bloody.

Almost no one on both sides got any benefits, Qingyunmen was careless for a while, hundreds of young disciples died, and there were disciples of the Yuan Fetus realm who were fighting bloodily, and many of them died tragically.

Similarly, the same is true of the army of monks in the crape myrtle world, they occupy the lead, but the many god cultivators of Qingyun Gate are not vegetarians, and they shoot at the same time, and the speed is incomparable, and without waiting for the masters of the crape myrtle world to react, it is a heavy rule, condensing and killing light to set off a blood rain in the army.

Wang Qian was also ferocious, after being promoted to the god of transformation, this was almost his first battle, while holding Cuiyun Peak, putting away a large number of young disciples, while playing the vast Dao rule, a ray of dark light flashed, and the boundless dead and rotten aura filled the land, and in the blink of an eye, he entered the army of monks, and in the sneer, the battle armor was rotten, and the life essence was passed away in a blink of an eye, and a piece of white bone fell in an uproar.

His killing methods are too amazing and shocking!

It's so miserable, all the monks who died in his hands couldn't even leave their corpses, they turned directly into a piece of dust, and the essence of life and flesh and blood all decayed in an instant, as if they had gone through thousands of years.

This kind of supernatural means is enough to shock the world, and it immediately reflects how sharp and vicious the road of life and death he cultivates.

"Rats, it's too ferocious~!"

The monk of the crape myrtle world, who was still arrogant just now, was also shocked now, and finally understood, a second-rate sect,. Even if there were no immortal monks to suppress the sect, the strength was terrifying enough, and in a short period of time, a large number of the troops led by them died, and they were still dying, it was too miserable!

This qiē came too quickly, and the monks of the Transformation God Realm made a move, and an instant was enough to attack and kill thousands of times.

Among the monks of the Ziwei World, there is also a Venerable God Monk, these people are wearing pitch-black battle armor, endless runes are circulating, and the light is dazzling, at a glance, it is a superb treasure level, almost enough to achieve a half-immortal weapon, and the defense is unparalleled.

The two sides had their own scruples, and began to fight against each other, and fought against each other.

As soon as Wang Qian's eyes moved, there was a middle-aged monk, his face was cold, his stiff beard was drooping, and there was a deep murderous intent brewing in his eyes.

This person shot mercilessly, holding a swarthy battle axe, the blade of which emitted a faint cold light, a sharp and domineering aura, suppressing the heavens and the earth. The big axe slashed wildly, and the roads were swirling, majestic and simple, cutting through the void, and descending on Wang Gan's head in the blink of an eye.

Wang Gan's eyes lit up, this person is a monk in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, burly, with supreme hercules bravery, and the practice is also a kind of thick and domineering Xuangong, the breath is like a dragon, the blood is full of masculinity, and the shot is a lore big axe, which is cut down horizontally, and wants to cut off Wang Gan's head.

"Come on, just look at where I've got!"

Wang Qian laughed, his body was immeasurably green, and countless nine-turn runes were circulating on his musculoskeletal, the light was ancient, and he dominated the world. He doesn't use any magic weapon, his physical body is the supreme magic weapon, his palm is like a knife like an axe, rising to the sky, and he wants to take this person's axe.

"It's too arrogant, boy, my magic axe, almost a half-immortal weapon, heavy as a mountain, sharp as a sword, you dare to do this is looking for death!" The monk saw that Wang Gan actually raised his hand to fight him, with his bare hands, and he didn't even use the magic weapon, and his heart swelled with incomparable anger and humiliation.

This person must be killed, he looks down on people too much, this is looking for death!

His heart was boiling with murderous intent, only to feel that the flesh and blood all over his body were boiling, and his strength had increased a little, the big axe was in the air, and there was wind and thunder, and it fell with a bang, and the void trembled, and cracks appeared.

Boom! The bright light exploded, and the Dao was filled with blood and qi, constantly wearing out, and the figures of the two were blurred.

"What? How is this possible? Could it be that he is a specialized body refining cultivator!"

The monk who fought with Wang Qian was shocked in his heart, only to feel a wild force surging, making his arms tremble, the big axe in his hand was almost collapsed, and his body retreated heavily, looking at the other party, his palms were blue, and there were faint runes flowing under the flesh, not even a trace of scars, what kind of body is this!

Almost at the same time, a Divine Transformation Monk rushed out and fought with many elders of Qingyunmen, Ziwei Great World was really vicious this time, there were twenty Divine Transformation Monks, three more than Qingyunmen, at this time, every Divine Transformation Monk is a peerless combat power, which can turn the tide of the battle, needless to say that there are three more Divine Transformation Monks in the Ziwei World at once, if these three Divine Transformation Monks start to kill, I am afraid that many disciples of Qingyunmen will suffer heavy casualties!