Xin Zi looked at the position where you jumped into the river with tears in anger, "Don't you want to get down, do you want to drag this body for the rest of your life!" she scolded the remaining Spirit Devouring Demons, and then saw the remaining Spirit Devouring Demons descending the river one by one like dumplings, turned her head to look at Lu Feng and his party, and smiled maliciously.

It's time to exterminate!

The dark color of the wide cloud dress dyed with gold stripes outlined Xin Zi's convex and concave figure, her black hair hung down, and the beautiful blue lines on her face rendered her face even more wanton.

Zhu lips opened slightly, and a slight sound fell.

"Go, kill. ”

The Moro clan that had been born behind her excitedly moved their hands and feet and pounced on Lu Feng and his party.

The Moluo clan is worthy of being the darling of the Heavenly Dao today, and both the physical toughness and the spirit are stronger than the human race.

Hundreds of Mora people broke into the group of monks in an instant, strangling them.

Lu Feng's hand shone brightly, strangling the few Moluo clans like a meat grinder.

A burst of attacks shocked, and in a certain direction, a silver needle flew like an arrow with a dangerous light, pointing directly at Lu Feng's eyebrows.

It was the soul-binding needle that Wei Shengyu left for Xin Zi.

The tip of the needle seemed to have no power with a strange light, and the soul-binding needle came to Lu Feng in a blink of an eye, pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows, but at the moment when he was about to enter, he was desperately resisted.

There is also the Moluo clan in the Misu River, and people with beautiful blue lines on their faces crawl out of the river to support.

Xin Zi looked at the withered Duluo flowers on the one side, and the clansmen who kept coming out on the other side, and sneered a few times.

It seems that there is something in the merman that prevents him from bleeding, really......

Xin Zi no longer looks at the situation of Misujiang, the more people born in the clan, the better, but now that the blood of the merman has entered, it is irretrievable, and how much can be produced depends on the destiny of heaven.

Now it's better to strangle more low-level creatures and lay the foundation for the glory of the Moluo clan in the future.

Xin Zi's dark gold-veined cloud clothes hunted, and there was a strange light between his fingers, and then he ran towards Lu Feng, kicked Lu Feng's abdomen, and swiped his palm across Lu Feng's head.

The soul-binding needles left by Wei Shengyu were all used to deal with Lu Feng, and the soul-binding needles sandwiched between his fingers were dangerously slashed between his eyebrows.

Lu Feng hurriedly stepped back, vigilantly looking at Xin Zi with endless malice.

On Xuanlan's side, after breaking through the barrier, the fog dissipated, and the scenery of another continent was revealed in front of everyone.

Several high-level body cultivators in the Holy Snow Domain, Jun Cha, and Yan Zhong looked at the people opposite in surprise, the cold wind of the Extremely Cold Ice Plain cut through the face like a knife, arousing everyone's thoughts, this barrier broke too quickly, it was a matter of an instant.

"Jun Cha?

Chonghua Daojun looked at the two people in slight surprise, the trace of the Green Lantern Master decades ago suddenly disappeared, and it turned out that the person had run to another continent.

"What else are you talking about, go to Misujiang, it's already a fight!"

With a tearful body of Xiangyu looked into the distance irritably, pinching her fingers to calculate, although her deduction skills are not as good as the Dream God Machine, and she can't obtain the deep heavenly machine, but it is still okay to calculate the situation of other people.

Jun Cha looked at Xiangyu, and Yan Chu, the current head of Shenbo Palace, saw a group of people, and didn't say much, and bowed to everyone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Holy Snow Domain has encountered a great calamity, and the Moluo Clan has been born, and it is up to us whether this continent is easy or not!"

Yan Chu's eyes skimmed over everyone present, and he took it seriously, and then several sects shouted.

"Go!"

In response, all of a sudden, the boundary between the Holy Snow Region and Xuanlan shook loudly.

Jun Cha looked at everyone present with a little complicated, behind the battle of the continent is a conspiracy, no matter the person, the demon has never been the master of the continent.

Jun Cha stepped forward, the truth may be cruel, but the human and demon clans must face it directly, but there is a force that directly rejects Jun Cha, and a heavenly power suddenly appears, and there are suddenly a pair of eyes staring at Jun Cha in the sky.

Suddenly, Jun Cha seemed to see the young man, no, it was a young man, looking down at the people and demons below, and silently opened his mouth to Jun Cha.

Jun Cha looked at the young man, his eyes covered his connection with the world, and his whole person became more and more lonely and indifferent.

He's talking to Jun Cha.

Where there is a cause, there must be an effect.

Jun Cha was stunned, his eyes reflected the thin and slender figure of the young man, and he clenched the long knife in his hand. The monk steals the qi machine, seizes the way, and sows the cause, and there will be results.

So this is a catastrophe of annihilation, but also a catastrophe of nirvana and rebirth.

The clear apricot eyes were no longer calm, Jun Cha panicked, clasped the long knife hard, pursed his lips, and the beautiful jawline tightened.

She understood, the monk planted the cause and obtained the fruit of the imminent collapse of the spirit realm.

It's just that the Cangling Realm that bears the fruit is so innocent, and in desperation, in order to protect itself, it will lead to the catastrophe of annihilation, sweep away the parasites that absorb qi in the body, and save itself.

In the end, the monks are the source of this deadlock.

A person, when he cultivates, will gain great strength, the stronger the strength, the more he consumes the resources of the Cangling Realm, and when his powerful power is uncontrollable at a certain moment, it will bring harm to the Cangling Realm.

Harm on offense, the spirit realm can't bear it in the end.

Jun Cha stared and raised his eyes to the sky, maybe there is no way to solve this catastrophe of destruction now.

But there must be a road ahead of the mountain, and the most important thing now is to protect a piece of land and leave some hope for the human race.

Jun Cha grabbed the tearful body that was holding the fish, and went to the Misu River with the others.

By the Misu River, it was blood-colored, rich and disgusting. The river is blue and dead brown.

Three colors, Battle, Life, and Death.

Most of the people brought by Lu Feng were hanged, and most of the remaining monks who came to support after the four cities on the Beilun border were broken have also been killed.

The blood-colored sun, a round of sunset shows their downfall.

Lu Feng's green robe was stained with blood, and his pale face stared at Xin Zichun's proud and delicate face, tightly protecting the few people behind him.

He told himself that if he held on for a while, maybe Ji Qinghe, Yan Chu or others would arrive, and maybe they would survive.

Xin Zi smiled coldly, and his spiritual power held the last soul binding needle and inserted it into Lu Feng's eyebrows.

Even though Lu Feng has entered the Yuan Infant Stage for many years, he has not yet been able to resist the many Moluo clans who are born with advantages, not to mention that there is a Xin Zi who does not know the depths, he has already been seriously injured and cannot withstand the next blow at all.

Xin Zi licked his lips, and a soul-binding needle broke through Lu Feng's defense, and suddenly rushed into Lu Feng's eyebrows. She smiled wantonly and muttered a few words.

It was also at this time that Xuanlan's group rushed to Misujiang, and Yan Chu stepped to Lu Feng's side in two steps and patted Lu Feng's shoulder that was not stained with blood.

Lu Feng turned his head stiffly and painfully, "Old friend." A stream of hot blood sprayed on Yan Chu's face, and the aura quickly dissipated in an instant, "I may have to leave, Saint Snow Domain and the Lu family ......"

When the words were finished, the primordial spirit dissipated.

An empty shell fell on Yan Chu's body, and Yan Chu's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

Ji Qinghe, Lu Feng, Sheng Yang and his friends for many years, today Lu Feng is gone, gone.

The slight incident failed to make him cry, fell into hell, and gave up on himself, but now that Lu Feng is gone, it makes him cry.

Let's go, old friend, after a little sink, you should be tired.

Yan Chu silently collected Lu Feng's body and looked at Xin Zi.

The flames of war ignited in an instant.

The blood swayed again, Jun Cha held the long knife and flowed in the Moluo clan, the temperature was rising, and the emotions were out of control.

The mangs, who had never been seen, stepped on this scarlet land with expressionless bare feet, collecting this large number of souls.

There is no right or wrong in this fierce war, just to survive.