With the order of the ancestors of both sides, the sound of killing and screaming rose to the sky. But seeing tens of thousands of figures on both sides rushing out, countless Changhong across the sky, for a while, the spiritual power was agitated, spells were everywhere, and many magic weapons and spiritual weapons were flying all over the sky, intertwined and attacked. This is a war on a grand scale, even in the cultivation realm, there are few such big battles.

This is a catastrophe, but also an experience, in the slaughter of this scale, whether it is the Terran monks of the Heshan Great Sect, or the creatures of the hundred clans in the Blood Nunnery Mountain. Among the young people of their generation, there will be some dazzling and dazzling Tianjiao who have emerged.

The two sides had barely come into contact before a large number of creatures fell, and the bloom of blood and bones was not enough to contain the hatred in the hearts of both sides. And blood has become the catalyst for this war, and many living beings have forgotten their lives, urging their respective magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and clan weapons to rush forward and kill.

In just a few moments, there was a layer of corpses on the ground, and in the center of the battle, the bones were piled up into a small mountain, and there were creatures of all races.

People shouted, urging the magic weapon, the runes were dense, and the place became a Shura field, where too many dead creatures and blood gathered into a small river.

"Extinguish!" A crisp voice sounded, accompanied by a gunshot, and I saw that above the sky, a ten-zhang gun's shadow appeared. The light on the tip of the spear flowed, with a sharp aura bursting out, and on the battlefield, a young figure holding a spear was invincible. Wherever the spear passed, a patch of creatures exploded, and its moves opened and closed widely, far more powerful than those of the same level. In just a few moments, a vacuum appeared around it. Of course, this was only temporary, even if he was indeed amazing, but the vacant space in the middle of the war was filled in an instant.

The ancestors of the two sides were all immovable, they were like immortals on the high, watching from the wall, quietly watching the victory and defeat of their respective camps. In fact, the success or failure of Jindan and the foundation building creatures cannot affect them at all. Even if one side is defeated, as long as the existence of the Yuan Infant Ancestor level makes a move, but three moves and two styles, it can instantly turn the tide of the battle. If a great monk of the Empress Yuan made a move, even if there were many Jindan creatures, it would be in vain, and it would only increase the casualties.

In the other direction, more than a dozen Jindan elders opened the way, all bathed in blood, urged the magic weapon, leveled a mountain peak, opened a bloody path, and led a group of disciples to kill the generals. Their eyes were full of hatred, and they didn't care about the scars on their bodies, and they didn't care about the crazy consumption of spiritual power in their bodies. There was only one thought in their minds, and that was to kill all the enemies of the Blood Ann Mountain. However, their slaughter soon attracted the attention of the rest of the powerful creatures in the Blood Nunnery Mountain.

"No one is leaving!" In the distance, an old man with two horns roared, he came from the sky, stepping on an ancient animal skin under his feet, holding a golden divine sword, and immediately slashed down.

"Boom!"

Mountains and rivers collapsed, the river was diverted, and the power of this sword did not know how strong it was, cutting off the earth, a black abyss appeared, many disciples were buried, and several Jindan elders were also killed.

This is a creature with extremely high blood purity, only because it was hit hard by the Terran cultivators in the early years, and it is difficult to break through in cultivation, and it may be difficult to enter the Yuan Infant Heavenly Beast again in this life. His hatred for the Terran monks was no less than the hatred of the Terran monks for the creatures of the Blood Nunnery Mountain.

"Roar", a lion's roar came out, and I saw a lion with the size of six or seven zhang appearing on the side of the camp of Xue'an Mountain. His fur was purple and glittered in the sun, with a pair of fleshy wings behind him and a single horn on the top of his head. Its whole body was covered with thunder light, and its mouth was swallowed with several thunderballs the size of a human head.

Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds and heavy rain, and the lion actually summoned lightning between heaven and earth.

"It's not good, quickly form a formation to resist!" The monk not far from this creature immediately shrank his pupils, and opened his mouth sharply, contacting the monks on the left and right.

It's just that this lion is a true pure-blood creature, and its strength is far greater than that of fellow monks. The lightning flickered, and the thick lightning slashed down like a mountain and hit the ground. In an instant, the lightning shattered several spiritual power barriers, and even smashed several magic weapons, and several monks were scattered by the electrocution, their bodies were pitch black, and the three souls and seven spirits dissipated.

"Moo", a long and heavy cow cry came out, and another behemoth manifested. Its whole body is red, as if it is attached to flames, this is a powerful reckless bull. Its snort was thick, and it set off gusts of wind and waves, which actually blew off the roots of the ancient trees, and when the hooves stepped on it, the earth cracked, and several monks were shattered, unable to withstand its brute force.

In another place, a woman's lotus step moved lightly, pinching the trick with her bare hands, and a lotus flower the size of three zhang appeared, and then shot out one hundred and eight petals. The petals are flying, and the temperament is extraordinary, just like the nine-day fairy descending to the earth, dancing in the world. It's just that in this beautiful dance, it is full of murderous intentions. Under her cheeks and clusters, there were creatures in the Blood Nunnery Mountain that were cut down and fell, one hundred and eight petals, like the sharpest magic weapon in the world, quickly emptying the area in front of her.

"It's almost killed below, let the Jindan monk who killed the heir of the ancestor come out, after the ancestor kills this person, he will leave and no longer participate in this matter. If not, under the mouth of the mouth, I don't know how many disciples I can eat you and the Mountain Sect. The essence-fronted tiger that was dozens of zhang in size opened his mouth coldly, looking at the Yuan Infant Cultivators in front of the Heshan Great Sect camp, his eyes flickering. That was his only son, but now he died at the hands of Luo Yuan, which made him not angry.

"Hmph, a pure-blooded creature at the level of a great monk of the dignified Empress Yuan, he is thinking of bullying the small with the big and finding a Jindan monk to fight, but he really has a long insight. The old man Wanzhu was cold-basked, and he mocked the Jing-fronted Tiger without mercy.

However, the old man Wanzhu seemed to be stable and skinny, but in fact he was in a panic. Even if he has good means, at best, he can involve a mid-infant monk. What is in front of him is a pure-blooded creature, or a pure-blooded creature cultivated by the Yuan Hou, if he fights with him, I am afraid that he will not even be able to see half a chance of winning.

"If you are in such a hurry to fight, then why don't we wait for a battle. The deity Xiao Changfeng, the Supreme Elder of the Kuping Sect, here today, I have come to kill Er and the others, eliminate the demons and defend the Dao, and protect the common people! Can there be those who are in the middle of the Yuan Infant Stage, dare to fight with me?" The middle-aged monk put his hands behind his back and shouted at the creatures of the Blood Nunnery Mountain in the distant sky. He is proud of his cultivation and strength. His age was not the oldest among the monks present, but his cultivation was the highest among the monks present. He believed that even if the other party was a pure-blooded being, as long as his cultivation was not higher than his own, then there was a possibility of killing the other party!