Many of the red-robed monks who had already rushed in had disappeared in the huge ball of fire along with the cyan palace.

The air was filled with a stinging smell of burning, which was unique to purple nitfire stone. Nangong Xiaoyan knew that there was a vein of purple nitrate flint in Kunlun's second roundabout, and Kunlun Siqi built a warehouse on the spot on that vein, and every day more than a dozen disciples of Siqi would dig purple nitrate flint in that vein, a kind of egg-sized, crystal clear and slightly purple spar.

Purple nitrate flint and burst flint are generally inherently containing a strong fire nitrate gas, which will produce a strong explosion when burned or violently impacted by the fire element, and it is the best material for making many fire element thunder talismans and fire element magic weapons.

The violent explosion that destroyed the entire cyan palace at the moment was obviously caused by this purple flint. And such a powerful explosion can only show that when Ming Seventeen returned to the first island, he had already brought the purple nitrate flint from the second island's treasurer. That is to say, from that time on, Ming Seventeen had already prepared this warehouse for abandoning the medicine.

You can't get it yourself, and you can't leave it to the enemy.

A column of nearly 100 Sword Division disciples who had been guarding in front of the treasury where the magic weapons were stored before took the things handed over by the Kunlun disciples who came out of them, and then flew down under the leadership of a gray-clothed Kunlun disciple.

In the bloody night, all they held in their hands seemed to be purple-black short sticks, about three feet long. And when there was still a distance of more than 100 zhang away from the red-robed people who were still fighting in that hall, these Kunlun disciples aimed all these things in their hands at the same time at the red that filled the hall.

Countless golden rays of light shot out from the magic weapons in their hands like purple-black short sticks, and the golden lights with a range of more than 100 zhang were all round golden projectiles. When these golden projectiles hit the front of the red-robed man's formation, they exploded one after another, bursting out with strips of red-golden gold and iron qi, and for a while, countless flowers seemed to bloom in the entire sky, but those petals were countless red-gold swords containing powerful lethality.

Countless exquisite temples that had been burning with fire were splashed with broken stones by the golden and iron qi that was knocked down like a torrential rain, and completely collapsed, and countless red-robed people gushed out blood springs of blood, screaming and falling backwards, and the blood like red snakes penetrated and flowed between the broken bricks and stones, and then turned into blood beads one by one, violating the laws of the operation of the Heavenly Dao, floating up, surging into the endless sky, surging towards the netherworld blood sea.

These golden projectiles that could burst out many golden and iron qi were shot at the most dense places of the red-robed people, but the countless exploding golden and iron qi inevitably shrouded many Kunlun disciples inside. At this moment, even the dozens of Sword Division disciples who were violently assaulting in the midst of the red-robed people also had five or six of them fall to the ground fiercely, falling to the point of separation of flesh and bones, and blood splashing everywhere.

Nangong Xiaoyan's eyes were still full of unbearability, but his heart gradually hardened. Like almost all the Kunlun disciples, they didn't feel anything wrong at this time.

Ming Seventeen and those gray-clothed men like Ming Seventeen made all the Kunlun disciples understand that they just wanted to do everything possible to win this war. And without some sacrifices, this war will never be won.

......

"I'm actually curious about what kind of message the King of Beiming specially sent to bring you. On the pitch-black boat, Chun Gongzi, a green-shirted and feminine man who was one of the five sons of Zhanzhou Zedi, looked at the Beihou Bai Fang who was shrouded in mist, and smiled, "But I don't think you will tell me." ”

A hint of coldness flashed in Beihou Baifang's eyes, "I don't think this is the time to talk nonsense. ”

"I know, but I don't think you have to be hostile to me. Actually, I think we can be friends. Young Master Chun looked at Beihou Baifang, "At least we all came here with the same idea." ”

Beihou Bai Fang glanced at Chun Gongzi coldly and did not speak, but Chun Gongzi smiled, got closer to Beihou Bai Fang, nodded at Kunlun's first roundabout that was already full of fire, and said softly: "We came here with the same idea as you, even if this battle is lost in the end, we must lose Kunlun's strength as much as possible." So I brought all the blue fire phosphor and white bone phosphorus rockets in our Zhanzhou Zedi, even if we were defeated in the end, this place would become a land of ghost fire without aura. ”

Beihou Bai Fang stood silently and did not speak for a while.

In his heart, King Beiming was still the person he respected the most, but this made him feel even more resentful and dissatisfied. He knew that Huang Wushen was powerful, but if he had gathered such a powerful force, he could at least fight with Huang Wushen, and he should have a chance to kill Huang Wushen. Beihou Bai Fang did come here with the same idea as what Chun Gongzi said. Even if he dies, he will be hit Kunlun hard, but his most respected King Beiming doesn't seem to understand him, but the people in the Demon Gate, who are unwilling to be with the righteous Xuanmen and the demon clan, can understand him.

"Those gray-shirted disciples of Kunlun should be the dead soldiers hidden by Huang Wushen, and the commanding ability of the other party's commander is not under me, but his methods are too decisive and ruthless, and the style of those gray-shirted disciples is the same, only these gray-shirted disciples can thoroughly implement his arrangement, so as long as these gray-shirted disciples are eliminated first, many of his designs will not be implemented. It will also be easier to take down these roundabouts. Beihou Bai Fang didn't answer Chun Gongzi's words, but just said these words to Chun Gongzi to himself, although his tone was still cold, but the hostility towards Chun Gongzi had disappeared.

A bright yellow flame of light shot out from Chun Gongzi's hand.

Although he had no intention of handing over the command of most of the forces he had gathered to Beihou Bai Fang, some of the forces that belonged to Zhanzhou Zedi could only be mobilized by the order of Prince Chun.

And after releasing the bright yellow flame, Young Master Chun smiled at Beihou Bai Fang, "Actually, I've always wanted to go to your Zhaoyao Mountain to have a look, because I'm curious about what kind of person the King of Beiming can make the Phoenix godless jealous of. ”

"So you want to know what kind of message he just sent to me? Do you want to find out what kind of person he is through this message?"

Seeing that Chun Gongzi nodded, Beihou Bai Fang was silent for a moment and said, "I may not be able to guarantee that I can take you to Zhaoyao Mountain to have a look, but if we can not die in this battle, I can tell you the message he just brought me." ”

"A word is a deal!" Chun Gongzi laughed and turned away.

......

With the launch of that batch of golden projectiles, the situation in the entire Kunlun First Roundabout seemed to be somewhat reversed.

Most of the magic weapons stored in the four towers of the division are some low-level magic weapons, and most of these magic weapons will be transferred out through some of Kunlun's ministries and used to envelop some forces in the world, but now the victory is victorious, and the number of magic weapons in these four warehouses is extremely amazing.

Moreover, under the shroud of a magic circle like the Netherworld Blood Sea, magic weapons like Golden Wind Bakugan that are not of much use in normal times are more lethal than some high-level magic weapons that can draw the power of heaven and earth. And it is this kind of low-level magic weapon that happens to be the most numerous.

Directly facing these four treasury, the red-robed cultivator who had the most fierce momentum was now the first to decline, and began to collapse under the successive blows.

The gray-clothed young man with dozens of dark golden rays of light flying around him, with the remaining twenty or so sword disciples with flying swords, pierced through the red-robed people, and no longer encountered any effective resistance at all.

A puff of black smoke shrouded the gray-clothed young man, but his figure suddenly sank, and as he rushed underneath the puff of black smoke, two dark golden rays of light shot out from beside him, instantly piercing through the red-robed cultivator who was emitting that puff of black smoke. At the same time, several other dark golden rays of light flying around him also knocked the five or six red-robed people around him upside down and flew out.

Nothing seemed to stop the gray-clad young man's extreme killing. But at this moment, the eyes of the gray-clothed young man who was indifferent to blood and death instantly contracted his pupils.

The reflection in his constricted pupils was a red-robed man who seemed to be ordinary, this person was dressed in the same red robe as the rest of the people, but the dark golden light that the gray-clothed young man shot at him was caught in his hand at once.

At this time, the rest of the people had a chance to see that the dark golden light was a dark golden blade that looked like a swallow with open wings. The cold light rippled all around him, and the extremely smooth shape made this dark golden blade fly in the air far more than ordinary flying swords.

Such a dark golden light did not enter the hands of the red-robed man, and it actually burst out with a spark, which was captured by force.

And the hand of the red-robed man seemed to be harder than pure gold, and with a pinch, the dark golden blade with the shape of a flying swallow was directly pinched into a ball by him. And that's not all, in the next moment, he actually sneered, and when it bounced like a cannonball towards the gray-clothed young man, he threw this dark golden essence into his mouth and chewed it directly.

Several flying swords hit him, but they were directly broken into several pieces by him.

On one side, a few scarlet rays had just appeared, and the faces of the two gray-clothed young men who had controlled several Sword Division disciples like manipulating marionettes changed slightly.

Both of them could see that this red-robed man who looked plain was a person who cultivated the martial arts of flesh sanctification, and his cultivation was already extremely high, and according to the judgment of the two people, the gray-shirted young man could never be the opponent of the red-robed man, and the first thought that flashed in the hearts of these two people was to help, but at this moment, a sinister smile with a yin wind sounded in the ears of the two.

The same red-robed figure rushed towards the two of them with an almost transparent sword light.

"Whew!"

A blazing sword element rushed towards the smiling red figure.

Among these gray-clothed young men, there are many people who have already cultivated the Natal Sword Yuan.

In just a moment's time, this blazing natal sword yuan directly hit the red figure, and at the same time, the other gray-clothed man ignored this red figure and shot a brilliant light towards the red-robed man who cultivated the practice of sanctifying the flesh.

The red figure was directly pierced by the blazing sword element, but this extremely powerful natal sword element didn't seem to cause any damage to him, as if his whole person was made of water, allowing this natal sword element to pass through his body, and the transparent sword light in his hand suddenly dispersed, turning into countless water arrows and hitting the bodies of the two gray-clothed young men.

"Water Boy...!"

Countless blood springs erupted from the bodies of the two gray-clothed men, and at the same time, a fierce and abrupt cry came out.

At the moment when the two gray-clothed young men were killed, the other red-robed cultivator also flashed away from the brilliant light that hit him, and the gray-clothed young man who was shooting dozens of dark golden lights around him had time to distance himself, but maybe it was the sudden death of the two gray-clothed men that made his heart tremble, or he didn't have any intention of escaping on the battlefield at all, but he didn't seize this opportunity to escape, and in this breath, the red-robed cultivator bullied into his side, ignoring the slashing of more than a dozen flying swords, and his hands directly sank into the gray-clothed man's body, tearing the gray-clothed man apart at once.

Water Boy!

In the Zhanzhou Zedi, two of the five sons who cultivated to be second only to Ling Shitian and the other three made a move at this moment!

(I saw that some book friends said that they just wanted to see Luobei, and they also wanted to write about Luobei.) It's just that the structure is extremely clear in my mind, and the battle of Kunlun in these dozen chapters is indispensable. So even can only say don't be too impetuous, if you can't watch it, even don't be reluctant, if you have the patience to read it, it will appear in the future, these chapters are useful. Otherwise, how would you know where the real source of Huang Wushen's strength is, and how do you know what Huang Wushen wants? As for Luobei's side, it has already been said that the two lines go hand in hand, and it will be revealed soon)