Just as Kunlun Nu was fighting against heaven and earth in anger, a large number of human cultivators reacted from the initial panic and chaos.

Like ants, they rushed over from all directions, surrounding Kunlun Nu.

Among them, some Jindan period monks, stepping on flying swords, constantly spread all kinds of array flags all over a radius of dozens of miles, and the dense array flags formed a circle of ancient arcane patterns, faintly exuding terrifying power.

Kunlun Nu didn't care at all, its enemies at the moment were the sky and the earth, the power of punishment that had sealed itself for hundreds of thousands of years.

It despises those ant-like beings, and does not believe that human power can oppose itself.

However, when those formations were slowly activated, the barbaric forces that swarmed in large areas began to threaten it.

It slowed its attack on the vast vortex deep in the sky, intending to free up a little force and sweep away the presence of these ants.

Suddenly, all kinds of illusions came one after another, all kinds of weakness to both spirit and strength emerged one after another, and the forbidden power of various attributes continued.

Kunlun Nu was furious to find that these ants had trapped it with a despicable opportunistic formation.

Kunlun Nu roared angrily in the sky, and smashed his hammer into those dense array flags, trying to completely destroy them.

The hammer encountered layers of invisible blocking force in the air, and by the time it fell, the power in it had already been exhausted.

Kunlunnu's huge arm shook, and the hammer returned to its hand. Holding an iron chain, it whined the hammer in the air, and gradually released the iron chain, round and round, sweeping the surrounding space of more than 100 zhang.

Kunlun Nu walked forward step by step with a loud bang, and the heavy hammer swept around and around, and those formation flags began to be blown to pieces, and some formations lost their effect in an instant.

Kunlun Nu suddenly loosened the iron chain, and the circle pulled out by the heavy hammer suddenly expanded by more than ten zhang.

In an instant, all the array flags and human monks in that circle instantly turned into powder.

With a roar, Kunlun Nu took out a large section of the iron chain again, and a new circle of heavy hammers was drawn.

Some of the Jindan monks moved back sharply, avoiding the terrifying blow. Dozens of foundation-building monks turned into ashes before they even made a sound.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the monks fled to the back without their lives. The monks of the Jindan period sacrificed their magic weapons one after another, dodging the heavy hammer while attacking Kunlunnu.

For a while, in a space of more than ten miles, hundreds of magic weapons flashed in the gap of the heavy hammer and pounced on Kunlun Nu.

Kunlun Nu didn't dodge or dodge, and let those magic weapons smash on it. In an instant, hundreds of huge wounds appeared on its body.

Kunlun roared and continued to swing his hammer into the crowd. Its wounds healed rapidly and at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Those Jindan period monks were shocked, stepped on the flying sword, dodged the heavy hammer, and continued to smash the magic weapon at Kunlun Nu.

Three hours later, the speed at which Kunlun Nu danced the hammer slowed down, and most of the Jindan monks consumed more than half of their mana, and their bodies began to lag.

But no one dared to relax, and both sides tried their best to support it.

"Uncle Leng, what should we do?" Guo Yang asked, looking into the distance.

"Nothing to do with us yet. Let's move forward, and we're about twenty or thirty miles from the battlefield. Leng Ruyan said with a deep groan.

Guo Yang and the others quietly moved closer to the center of the battlefield and stopped twenty or thirty miles away from Kunlunnu.

"Always pay attention to your surroundings, our enemies are human monks, not Kunlun Nu. He said in a deep voice as cold as smoke, and at the same time released a powerful divine sense, closely monitoring the surrounding area for more than ten miles.

"Uncle Shi, what kind of treasure can you get by attacking Kunlun Nu so vigorously?" Guo Yang stared at the battlefield situation for a while, and suddenly asked.

"If you accidentally die, you get nothing. Leng Ruyan said indifferently, "Everyone has their own purposes, some want to take the materials on Kunlun Nu, some want to seize the treasure of Kunlun Nu, and some are purely for the sake of others." ”

Guo Yang didn't understand very well, but he didn't ask again. He knows Uncle Leng's temper, he doesn't say it himself, and it's in vain to ask.

Another hour passed, and Kunlun Nu was about to lose his support.

Because, with the huge consumption of its physical strength, the self-healing speed of its wounds is getting slower and slower.

Especially the whip of those lightning bolts in the depths of the sky, the wounds left on its body, seem to be more difficult to heal.

"Kunlun Nu is almost finished. Guo Yang thought to himself, and he was faintly sad.

After another half an hour, Kunlun Nu had narrowed the circle of the hammer to a range of twenty or thirty zhang. All the human monks made a noise and sped up their attacks. Even some of the foundation building monks began to move forward slowly.

There was a thunderclap, and it slammed heavily on Kunlun Nu's slightly hunched back, causing it to stagger forward, almost losing its footing.

Then, hundreds of magic weapons bombarded it at the same time.

Kunlun Nu was covered in wounds, his flesh and blood were torn to pieces, and he hung on his body like rags. A large number of bones are exposed, white and sensen, and it is seen that the human tooth is sore.

It knew that it was powerless to return to the sky, and it looked up to the sky and roared, tragic and angry.

There was another loud bang, and the lightning in the sky and hundreds of magic weapons fell at the same time, and Kunlun Nu was finally defeated.

It crawled face down like a scarred hill, black blood gushing out, soaking the ground in the mud of the nearby hundreds.

Kunlun Nu was not dead, twitching slightly, but obviously dying.

The monks of the Jindan period were overjoyed, and they flew towards Kunlun Nu one after another, and suddenly stopped at the same time.

The alliance between the right and the evil is over!

The Jindan monks who were still fighting side by side just now quickly separated, far away from each other.

Lying on his stomach in the middle is the dying Kunlun slave.

In the previous melee, Guo Yang only saw all kinds of magic weapons flying in the sky. Stopping at this moment, he was in the righteous path team, and soon found two Jindan stage seniors of the Yuntai Sect.

Another group of people stood in the distance, looking like neutrals. Among them, Guo Yang found more than 100 monks wearing Xuanyin Sect costumes, led by four or five Jin Dan Period, who were watching coldly.

The righteous path led by the Penglai faction and the evil path led by the bloody evil sect. The number of Jindan monks on both sides is about the same, more than 100 people. Behind them, there are thousands of foundation building periods.

The scene was quiet for a while, and the only movement was that the dark clouds and lightning in the sky began to slowly dissipate.

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted, and both the righteous and evil ways moved almost at the same time, smashing the magic weapons and magic weapons in their hands at each other.

First, the Jindan monks started at the same time. Immediately after that, it was the foundation building period, roaring, rushing towards each other, desperately bombarding each other with magic weapons.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, even more chaotic than during the previous battle with Kunlunnu.

From time to time, there were screams of pain and screams full of unwillingness.

Where is this cultivator, it is clearly a beast that kills red-eyed.

Guo Yang watched quietly from a distance, and the shock in his heart was incomparable. This completely subverted his basic understanding of the cultivation realm.

Perhaps, it is forced by the matter, and anyone in such a situation will tense their nerves, and as soon as there is a movement, they will immediately take action to protect themselves.

Perhaps, these people themselves are not willing to do this, not saying a word, killing each other in a muffled voice.

Guo Yang turned his head to look at Leng Ruyan, but saw that this Uncle Leng had an indifferent face, as if he had expected this to be the case.

In the midst of a scream, a large number of monks in the foundation building period and a small number of monks in the Jindan period fell, like defeated grass.

No one paid attention to it, and the Kunlun slave's slightly twitching body moved.

Its massive head moved.