This huge seal glowing with black light slammed down again and again, and even the owner of this magic weapon probably didn't expect that his magic weapon could wield such a powerful power and harvest the lives of so many cultivators so easily. However, the number of red-robed cultivators was too many, and even though the explosion and vibration of this black light giant seal every time it smashed down made people's hearts tremble, it still couldn't stop the red-robed people who were like a red tide from advancing silently and violently.

Almost as soon as the giant seal that shone with black light fell to the ground for the fourth time, more than seventy red-robed cultivators who had suddenly rushed to the front of the row of gorgeous temples facing them.

"Whew!" "Whew!"

A violent sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and with the sound of this violent breaking sound, several strands of blood arrows appeared from the bodies of more than ten red-robed cultivators at the same time, and they fell to the ground fiercely at the same time. What killed these people in an instant were dozens of white knives more than a foot long, each of which was shaped like a fishbone, and it seemed that these dozens of white knives should be a set of magic weapons. And immediately followed by these dozens of white knives from the surrounding temples are dozens of flying swords of various colors, and the light from these dozens of flying swords of various colors is connected into a dazzling waterfall, under the shroud of the magic circle like the Netherworld Blood Spring, these dozens of flying swords also showed a powerful lethality, the red-robed people suddenly suffered a serious blow at this moment, at least thirty red-robed people fell from the air under the waterfall-like sword light, and their bodies were twisted into several sections by the sword light that shot around in the air like streamers.

Some of the red-robed men had been twisted into two pieces and fell to the ground, but they were not dead for a while, writhing in pain on the ground, and the scene looked extremely miserable.

Blocked by these dozens of flying swords, the tide of red-robed people rushed forward slowly, looking at the corpses of the red-robed people who were torn apart in front of them, many red-robed people also had a look of fear and panic on their faces, but at this moment, a burst of non-existent piano sound suddenly sounded, this burst of non-existent piano sound seemed to sound on the far sea, but it instantly reached the battlefield of the tragic battle on the first island of Kunlun, and this burst of non-existent piano sound seemed to carry infinite magic, the fear and panic in the eyes of all the red-robed people disappeared in an instant, and the pupils were filled with a strange red glow, just at the moment when many red-robed people in front of them were strangled, these red-robed people with red eyes rushed over from a puff of blood.

At this moment, more than a dozen red-robed people were assassinated by the flying sword that flew back. Now, under the shroud of the Netherworld Blood Spring, the war born in Kunlun, which represents the highest power in the world, is close to the war between mortals in the world, and under the spiritual envoy of the cultivator, the power of each flying sword is no less than that of the crossbow on the battlefield of mortals in the world. But the red-robed man who rushed through the puff of blood, and the red robe on his body was dripping with wisps of blood, but he still didn't care about these flying swords flying like stray arrows in the sky, and the moment he rushed into the rows of gorgeous palaces, this group of red-robed people who rushed into the building complex where the vast majority of Kunlun disciples were hidden for the first time suddenly raised their hands at the same time.

Streamers-like green flames instantly came out of their hands, these green flames emitted an indescribable fishy and pungent breath, and as soon as these green flames came out, they instantly dispersed, like snow, and they fell down one after another, and every bit of green light turned into a little faint firelight, and when they fluttered in the air, no matter what they touched, they immediately attached to it and burned with a sneer.

These green flames, which instantly enveloped a large area of the temple, were like yin phosphosand, refined with yin qi and phosphorus fire, and could directly burn the true yuan and the carcass of the magic weapon.

As the puffy green flames sprinkled like snow, many temples suddenly erupted in earth-shattering screams. I still can't see the figure of the vast majority of Kunlun disciples hidden in these halls, facing the red-robed people who have an absolute advantage in numbers, hiding in these halls, like street fighting, is indeed the best choice, only occasionally a few figures with blue light can't control the pain of the green phosphorus fire, rushing out from between the halls, crashing aimlessly, but the earth-shattering screams that burst out at this moment and the interception of the spells and magic weapons that are obviously a pause, can make people clearly feel that a large number of Kunlun disciples have been damaged。

Many of the temples carved with elaborate ornaments also immediately burst into flames, some of them were wrapped in brilliant light, and some of them swept out in a hurry, and disappeared between the temples behind, and at this moment, another red stream surged up.

More than 200 red-robed cultivators followed closely behind the red-robed cultivators who shot out these green flames, and more than 200 red-robed cultivators followed closely behind at the same time, but the cultivation of the red-robed person who rushed to the front was obviously much higher than the rest of the people, and when they all flew forward without stopping, the red-robed person who was thin and short compared to the other red-robed people was obviously more than 20 zhang away from the more than 200 red-robed people behind him.

Suddenly, a white light suddenly flashed from his hand, instantly turning into a white bone spear twenty or thirty zhang long. This white bone spear was not afraid of those turquoise yin phosphorus fires, pierced through the air into those burning halls, and pierced the two Kunlun disciples who rushed out of those burning temples at once, strung them together, and picked them on the white bone spear.

With a loud shout, the red-robed monk shook his hand casually, shaking out the two lifeless corpses like straw, his figure did not stop, the white bone spear actually pierced through the incomparably hard and thick walls of several temples in a row, piercing into those temples, every time the white bone spear pierced through the wall and forcibly pierced into those temples, it would be followed by a dull scream and a burst of blood.

In an instant, the cultivator with the white bone spear in his hand had already passed the original group of red-robed people and rushed to the front. And in this few breaths of time, he had already killed at least ten Kunlun's disciples, and several of the flying swords that slashed at him were directly knocked away by the white bone spear in his hand. The power of the white bone spear in his hand looks very similar to the thunder pole spear of the Qingliu Sword before, but the white bone spear in his hand is a magic weapon, not condensed by magic, because of the power of the magic weapon carcass itself, so under the magic circle like the Netherworld Blood Spring, the power of this white bone spear has not been completely weakened like the thunder pole spear of the Qingliu Sword.

"It's Hamara. Standing on the golden roof of the highest corner tower on the first roundabout, Nangong Xiaoyan beside Ming Qiqi looked at this powerful and difficult red-robed man, and couldn't help but say to Ming Qiqi beside him with a cold face, "The people from Zhanzhou Zedi are also here." ”

"It makes sense. Ming Seventeen's gaze also fell on the short, thin, but invincible red-robed man, "Only Zhanzhou Zedi can refine so much blue fire phosphosand, and use it on a large scale as an ordinary arrow in the mortal army, if Zhanzhou Zedi helps, he will not dare to do such a thing." ”

"We can't let him go on like this anymore. ”

Nangong Xiaoyan took a deep breath. In the blink of an eye, Ha Mo Luo, one of the eighteen demons of Zhanzhou who was holding a white bone spear, had already led two or three hundred red-robed people behind him to break through to more than fifty zhang. Behind him and these two or three hundred red-robed people are more numerous, red-robed cultivators like a tide, and after more than two hundred zhang, it is an open, without any buildings on the hillside, as long as they rush through these two hundred zhang of buildings, in the case of a huge disparity in number, the Kunlun disciples sent by Ming 17 will fundamentally stop the advance of these red-robed people, and even if the people sent by Ming 17 have already opened the treasury of the Siqi and transported all the magic weapons inside, there will not be enough time to divide it, I am afraid that these red-robed people will directly surround the treasury of the Siqi and kill those Kunlun disciples who have just opened the treasuryand snatch the magic weapon they just got their hands on from their corpses.

And Nangong Xiaoyan is very clear that under such a large-scale battle between the two armies, such an unstoppable advance of Ha Mo Luo will also completely affect the morale of his side, if he is allowed to drive straight into front of the four warehouses where the magic weapons are stored, I am afraid that many Kunlun disciples will have the idea that the general trend has gone in their hearts, and they will not be able to wield all the power of their side at all.

Therefore, although Nangong Xiaoyan did not doubt Ming Seventeen's cultivation and ability, at this moment he felt that he must kill Ha Mo Luo. "I'm going to kill him. Nangong Xiaoyan looked at Ming Seventeen, and after saying this, he took a deep breath and prepared to rush towards the place where the Demon Luo had broken through.

"You don't have to go, he's going to die. But at this moment, Ming Seventeen's words made Nangong Xiaoyan pause suddenly, "If we die accidentally, this battle won't have to be fought at all." ”

In Ming Seventeen's slightly cold voice, Nangong Xiaoyan only saw Ming Seventeen's hand waving in the night, and at the moment when Ming Seventeen's hand fell, a lonely gray figure swept out from the front of Hamoro fifty or sixty feet away and swept towards Hamoro.

At this moment, all the Kunlun disciples who saw this gray figure, including Nangong Xiaoyan, had a slight dryness in their mouths. They could see at a glance that this gray figure was wearing the same gray shirt as Ming Seventeen's body, with a slight silver glow.

Nangong Xiaoyan knew that this was one of the gray-robed disciples of Ming Seventeen, who came out of the eighth island of Kunlun.

But he was just a person, like a small shadow in the moonlight, rushing out, just a person, but he rushed towards Hamala, and rushed towards Hamaro and the hundreds of red-robed people behind him.

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Under the glowing red night, in the thousands of miles of sea in Kunlun, there are constantly scattered strong mana fluctuations, and the entire place representing the highest power in the cultivation world has completely turned into a huge battlefield, but the broader periphery beyond the thousands of miles of sea has been completely controlled by the situation, blocking everything from disappearing, making Kunlun temporarily become an isolated island, and at the same time, the vast majority of people in other parts of the world do not know that such a war is being fought here at this moment.

At this moment, most places in the world still seem very peaceful.

"Huh?"

At this moment, on the bank of a big river with rolling waves, a middle-aged Taoist wearing a golden snake crown and a black Taoist robe embroidered with python patterns and a lama wearing a big red robe and a yellow lama hat stood side by side.

The black-robed middle-aged Taoist face has upright facial features, but the two eyebrows are thick black, like two autumn cicadas squatting on his eyebrows, and the lama in the big red robe is a little short and fat, with a dark complexion, a fat head and big ears, and a bit of Maitreya Buddha-like appearance, but there is a trace of fierceness flashing in his eyes, and his heart is not as peaceful as his appearance.

At this moment, a fist-sized droplet of water floated up from the big river in front of the black-robed middle-aged Daoist, suspended in front of the two of them like a crystal ball, and with the change of the magic in the hands of the black-robed Daoist, all the scenes along the river, including the small branch rivers along the river, flashed from the fist-sized droplets one by one.

At this moment, it was as if within a thousand miles, this great river and the rivers connected to it had all become his eyes and ears. Looking at the scene flying through this fist-sized droplet, the black-robed Daoist frowned like autumn cicadas, "They actually changed their course. did not continue in the direction of the 100,000 mountains. ”

"I can't imagine that with the strength of the two of us, we will still lose their traces! This daughter of the Fox Demon King is really scheming!" said the lama in the big red robe, "If it falls into my hands, she will definitely be soaked well." ”

"Even the sect leader of Qiyun Sect, Lin Mubai, died in her hands, and her cultivation should not be underestimated. Your Majesty, you try to inform Qiliancheng first. After the black-robed middle-aged Taoist said a little solemnly to the lama, he pointed a little and scattered the water droplet, and at the same time thought with a heavy heart, why Luobei's natal sword yuan was destroyed, but he could still not die for a while. At this moment, they changed their route and did not travel in the direction of the 100,000 mountains, could there be someone else besides the night sky in the 100,000 mountains who could save him?