The great war that was about to break out fell apart in an instant after the arrival of the comer.

Between the mountains, trees, and seas, there are stumps and severed arms everywhere in the eyes, and the rich smell of blood lingers throughout the sky, echoing from time to time with the sound of blood flowing and ticking, as if each sound is as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it falls heavily in the depths of the soul of every mystic.

Hundreds of thousands of Xuan people overwhelmed the Canglan Sword Sect, and in less than three days, more than sixty percent of them were killed and injured, two percent of those who escaped, and the remaining two percent were either dying, or fierce, or they cast their eyes into the sky in fear.

At this moment, they even regret their intestines, but what can they do with remorse, even if they lose their lives, they can't bring things back to square one, they are in a dilemma at this time, and they can only pray that the Sword Sect can kill this initiator?

The eyes of the Eastern Canglong, the Western White Tiger, the Southern Vermilion Bird, and the Northern Xuanwu suddenly lost color, and they retreated again and again in horror, even if the figures in the sky were covered in blood, the coercion brought to them was still like a heavenly punishment, and they said in a low voice: "Demon Sect Master, Mo Crow!"

No one knows the name of the ink crow, and it has even become a taboo in the mouths of some people!

Now that I saw it with my own eyes and felt it up close, the fear in my heart was a few points heavier, the four of them looked at each other, and the voices of the Dao souls passed to each other, and they had to form a formation to occupy one side in an instant, so as to deal with the next fierce battle.

"A figure that has been cut off half of its body... It turned out to be Xiao Tian, why didn't Murong Qiubai come out?" The fierce beast Han Qi's whole body trembled, and even his soul was shrinking, and he quickly moved away from the central area between his wings, Zhang Yijun stared into the distance, and said in a lost voice: "Could it be... Wiped out by the Sword Sect !!"

This guess made her pupils dilate suddenly, and the moment the cold swept through her body, her skeletal muscles couldn't stop trembling, she was congratulating on her choice, if Mu Changtian hadn't stopped it, maybe Ten Thousand Demon Valley would be the next Murong Qiubai.

"The Sword Sect Killing Array can even wipe out the Sword Saint powerhouse, he can actually tear through the void and escape, he is worthy of being the Demon Sect Master. Twenty-four Bridges wiped away the blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and whispered: "The Sword Sect's Five Elements Killing Array is based on the five peaks of the inner gate, and it is rumored that Jianchen is the eye of the formation, after tens of thousands of years of operation, its burst of power will definitely shock the world!"

Twenty-Four Bridges cast his eyes into the void again, staring at the man in a black and white robe.

In the center of the golden enchantment wave, Netherworld's whole body was tense to the extreme, and in less than a year, he saw the Demon Sect Sect Master who had brought him great pressure again, and while looking at the ink crow, a pair of indifferent eyes also glanced at him.

The crow's pupils seemed to shrink slightly, and then a fierce soul power invaded the netherworld's soul ocean.

"Bang!"

The golden wave was surging and churning, the face of the ghost turned pale instantly, his chest also rose and fell violently, he took three steps back in a row before he stopped his body, his eyebrows looked at the sky, and a soul voice exploded in the ears of the lonely soul and others: "Don't look at his eyes!"

Just one look discouraged the king of the fifth hall of the dark night, and even when he was injured, it can be imagined what kind of terrifying realm the soul of the ink crow has reached.

The suffocating oppression enveloped the entire heaven and earth, and within two breaths of the ink crow's appearance, five blood-stained figures broke through the sky.

Wen Yu, Jian Chen, Yan Yilou, Wu Xu, and Shi Yun formed a siege, and once again trapped the ink crow in the void.

The founder of Zongheng and the ace killer Soul Eater glanced coldly at the Netherworld, and the black mist suddenly dissipated and appeared behind the ink crow, and the withered and unvained also arrived one after another.

Mo Crow didn't feel the slightest anger when he looked at the scars crisscrossing his body, but laughed heartily and said, "You guys really took great pains, in order to be able to leave the deity, even the void has laid out a formation. ”

"If it weren't for the Buddha-figure mastering the laws of space, maybe it would be possible to fall into the turbulence of space as you wish. ”

"The Sword Sect has always been hospitable, the sect master of the Demon Sect has a noble status, and he came here in person, as the host, how can he neglect the guests. Jianchen's figure floated in the air, his sword aura was vertical and horizontal, and his deep voice spoke again: "In order to make your stay comfortable, a few of us forgot to sleep and eat and carefully arranged, but you, there is no politeness that you should have as a guest!"

If it weren't for the hazy blood in the sky, filled with gruesome killings, it would have been mistaken for a mutual greeting of old friends reunited.

"Not only did I damage the mountain gate of the master's house, I killed the disciples of the master's family, and I almost even the hospitable master almost died in your hands, how can I make you compensate for this loss!"

Jian Chen held the purple giant in his hand, his slightly narrowed eyes looked directly at the ink crow, and the coldness was even stronger: "Spread rumors, use the Sword Sect's collusion with the dark night as an excuse to deceive people's hearts, and use the ancient killing domain inheritance as bait, until hundreds of thousands of mysteries gather in Canglan." ”

"Xiao Tian, the sect leader of the Demon Sect's minions and sword sects, and Murong Qiubai, the owner of the Tibetan Sword Tower, disguised themselves as night killers and elders of the Sword Sect in order to set up blame, killing innocents in vain, and hundreds of thousands of mystic people were killed as dogs. ”

When Jian Chen said the words "disguised as a Night Killer and Elder of the Sword Sect", his voice was several decibels heavier, and even the voice of the soul echoed throughout the sky.

The Netherworld and the Lonely Soul under the void already knew all this, and when they heard it again, they were still murderous, and the hundreds of black-clothed people behind them, the cold light bursting from the fierce eyes under the black scarf stared at Xiao Tian beside the ink crow, if the eyes could kill, the sect master of the Sword Sect at this moment would have already died in Huangquan.

Netherworld frowned deeply, Sen Leng stared at the void, he knew that Jian Chen would not be untargeted, until a soul voice came from the lonely soul, he understood what this slightly heavy sentence meant, and the curvature outlined at the corner of his mouth added a touch of hideousness in the blood-colored morning light.

Mo Crow looked at Jian Chen with a smile, and his smile grew: "The Sword Sect Sect Master actually played a trick, hehe! ”

He didn't deny it, he didn't admit it, did he not dare?

Mo Crow looked down at the Netherworld, and then once again put his eyes on Jian Chen's body, and said with a smile: "In the entire Hengduan Continent, the five regions and thirteen states, all of them are cattle raised by the Demon Sect, the deity can slaughter whoever he wants, kill when he wants, and when it is your turn to question!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The crisp applause came from afar, and between heaven and earth, there was an instant rhyme of life and death, and then a soul voice filled the entire sky: "The life of the world is in hand, who dares to lose his soul in vain!"

"This is..."

"What a terrifying soul coercion!"

"The breath of life and death... Could it be him!" Twenty-four Bridge's eyes shone brightly, and he turned around quickly, and a huge beast shadow was reflected in his pupils: "Four-eyed Kunpeng." ”

The fierce beast trembled, staggering in the air, Zhang Yijun almost couldn't control his body, and the moment he landed, he looked at the shadows covering the sky in horror, and said slightly: "Four-eyed Kunpeng!"

"Chirp!"

The four-eyed Kunpeng led its neck to roar, covering the sky and its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, it was shining with a cold black light, and the fierce air was like a rolling angry wave, sweeping the entire vicissitudes.

Two figures stood proudly on the back of the four-eyed Kunpeng, and then appeared in everyone's sight, one of them had a resolute face and was not angry, and the other was dressed in black and had fair skin.

The person with a resolute face is the first hall master of the dark night, the king of life and death, the king of the night, and the person in black is the sixth hall master of the dark night, the emperor of the sixth hall of the dark night, the grandfather of Sikong Haoran, but he is more evil, domineering, and murderous than he remembers.

Wen Yu stared at the lonely shadow of the Night King on the back of the four-eyed Kunpeng, this rhyme of life and death actually gave him some familiarity, and suddenly, Sikong Haoran's figure appeared in his mind: "The mystery of life and death, the rhyme of life and death, this... Is there any connection between the two!?"

Jian Chen took his gaze away from the Night King's lonely shadow, and then looked at the Emperor Lechuan, as if he had a soul in his heart, and his evil eyes also glanced in the direction where he was.

The four-eyed Kunpeng was suspended in the air, staring at the Demon Sect Sect Master with fierce eyes, and the lone shadow put his hands behind him and said sneeringly: "Mo Crow, the Western Regions Tieling is in a hurry, and its strength has not improved at all, but the ability to scare people has increased by two hundred and fifty times." ”

Two hundred and fifty times, everyone present clearly heard this sarcastic remark, and many people wanted to laugh out loud, but they were afraid of the Demon Sect Master's Wei Ling, and one by one they were like eating flies, and their faces were flushed.

"Lone Shadow, you are more calm than you imagined. Mo Crow's eyes suddenly froze, and even the aura bound on Xiao Tian's body was mixed with a strong killing intention, ignoring his taunts, and staring coldly at the other person on the four-eyed Kunpeng: "Although the soul clone is not so perfect, it is still the soul power of the primary peak of the Heavenly Realm after all, killing the emperor and forgetting Chuan, the deity has been waiting for you for a long time." ”

A look of pain emerged from Xiao Tian's pale cheeks, and his frightened pupils also looked at the four-eyed Kunpeng, as well as the pair of incomparably deep pupils, and he felt the ferocious killing intent.

And when he heard the name of killing the emperor Lechuan, his body trembled involuntarily, and the warning of the black shadow when he was assassinated, the threat of the wind cube Qiuzi, clearly echoed in his ears. According to the intelligence, he is the grandfather of Sikong Haoran, the greedy wolf who killed the star, and for a ridiculous promise, he has been incognito for thirteen years as the sixth hall of the Dark Night.

"I wasn't looking forward to this day. The coldness in the words made the warm morning glow as cool as winter, and the Emperor Lichuan sneered: "Either hand over Xiao Tian, or your doppelganger will also die in the Canglan Sword Sect!"

In the sky above the Sword Sect, the people standing in the air were all the top masters of the Five Domains Pyramid, and as soon as the words of Killing Emperor Lechuan came out, a faint fluctuation faintly rippled.

"Huh, what a familiar soul breath!" Wen Yu's look of surprise had not yet receded, and he let out a cry of surprise again, his pupils immediately glanced in the direction of the source of the fluctuation, and a figure of murderous intent Ling Ran came into view.

During the event, there was also a similarly faint soul fluctuation in the sky above the Sword Sect, although it was fleeting, but Wen Yu still remembered it vividly, looking at the Killing Emperor Lichuan beside Lone Shadow, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and he muttered to himself: "It's him!?"

Thinking of Sikong Haoran is the Killer Star Greedy Wolf, and the inexplicable relationship between him and the dark night, all kinds of doubts in his heart, everything seems to be clear one by one.

The soul ripples approached a distance of a hundred zhang in front of the ink crow, and were swallowed up by an invisible spatial fluctuation.

Behind the ink crow, the withered and unvain, the black mist shrouded in his body churned violently, like a devil who was twisting wildly and was about to go berserk.

The whole body was shrouded in a black night coat, and a pair of eyes released wisps of murderous intent.

"Xuanqi is the pen, the rules are the pulse, the soul is the guide, the heaven and the earth are the array, a good means!" Mo Crow did not hesitate to praise the words, and then his cold eyes narrowed, through the heavy ripples, and in the deep pupils, a dark mockery vibrated with it: "Jianchen gathers the power of the whole sect and can't help the deity, just rely on you chickens and dogs, kill the emperor and forget the river, you... Isn't it too self-righteous!"

Killing Emperor Lichuan turned a blind eye to the projected killing machines, and looked directly at the ink crow and said: "Whether I can help you or not, it's not that you have the final say, but I said that if I can, then I will definitely be able to leave you!"

Jianchen, Wen Yu and the other five people are ready to attack, as long as the ink crow has the slightest movement, plus the three Hades of the dark night and the twenty-four bridges, even if he controls the laws of space, he will definitely make the ink crow hate it.

"Then if you add me, the odds of winning will be one percent more!"

At the end of the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps, an old man and a young man slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

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