Chang Xi, who couldn't see any other colors in his eyes except for the blood infrared, clicked all over his body, and his shoulders resisted the demonic power on Tiger Roaring's body. In the next moment, the weight on his shoulders vanished, as the dragon of the Candle stood behind him.

The development and direction of the matter completely exceeded the predictions of the elders of the White Tiger Clan and the Hidden World's powerhouses, they did predict that the Holy Son of the Four Divine Beast Clans would fall, but it should have been their Holy Son Hu Peijun and Xuan Yuzhen who killed the Holy Son and Holy Maiden of the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan, who would have thought that the situation would be completely reversed!

Chang Xi had half of his eyes golden and half of his eyes silver cross, but there were shocking blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, and he opened his mouth, his voice was like the wind of the Yellow Spring blowing under the Nine Shades.

"Old man, you once said that you will support me in whatever I do, right?"

The dragon with the candle smiled and said, "My grandson just wants the sun essence gold in the sky, and I will try my best to get it for you, old man." If you want to do anything, just be bold and let it go! The whole dragon clan is your most solid backing!"

The killing intent and evil aura on Chang Xi's body were so strong that he could distort space and vision, he closed his eyes, and the noise and noise in his ears were far away at this moment.

He seemed to be back under the original incense tree, a wooden sign, a tidbit, a promise. He trembled and stretched out his hand, the shy and kind palace master of the Liuhua Palace named Tao Pian, and the little fox named Tao Zhaofang who took care of him carefully.

The thoughts in my heart are so fragile, they shatter at the touch of a touch, and they are stained with thick blood.

There are places that can never be returned, and there are people who will never be seen again.

"I want the White Tiger Clan, and I will be removed from the demon world today!

Chang Xi's blood and tears flowed, he looked up to the sky and roared violently, a sword came, the phoenix branch in Xin Tong's hand and the fish intestine sword on Qing Xuan's waist rushed straight to Chang Xi's hand uncontrollably, and the seven swords came out of the sleeve again, and the phoenix rank branch and the fish intestine sword merged into the sword flow.

The dragon with the candle listened to Chang Xi's mournful roar, and his heart was also extremely uncomfortable, and then without a little hesitation, after a high-pitched dragon roar, hundreds of clansmen in the dragon camp all changed into dragon body bodies, overturning the palace dome. The top demon led by the six-vein dragon king followed the dragon of the candle and fought with the angry White Tiger Clan in an instant.

Old enemies kill each other, and the only way to stop is to die.

The entire Qilian Mountain Range was in chaos, and the vassal groups and branches of the Dragon Clan and the White Tiger Clan also began to fight together, and the Great Demon of the White Tiger Clan began to prepare to escape from Qilian Mountain, intending to notify the Holy Land of the Eastern Regions Clan, Qingjian Hai, to rush to the aid of Qilian Mountain.

Ouyang Shaochi, who has always sat firmly like Mount Tai, did not hesitate for a moment, and threw himself into the battlefield without hesitation, and the sword light and sword shadow complemented each other, just to help Chang Xi even a little. Ouyang Gong and the three of them also knew that they couldn't stay out of it, and began to fight with the White Tiger Clan's demon cultivators. What is even more rare is that a group of once oppressed ethnic groups such as the Black Widow, the Golden Thunder Eagle and the Yingjia Jade Sword Mantis, after a period of war between heaven and man, also chose to rise up against the White Tiger Clan, just to win a potentially brighter future and future for their clan.

Those who have lost their ways are destined to be helpless.

Chang Xi's whole body was half-demonized, his left arm turned into a hideous dragon claw, and a golden dragon tail grew out behind him, and he smashed half of the holy ring with Tianwei's foot, and the anti-gravity formation was densely covered under his feet in the blink of an eye, and the huge obsidian fragments of more than 10 million catties began to float up slowly, obscuring the sunlight overhead, just like the scene of the end of the world.

"Lend me !!" Chang Xi's gaze swept to the camp where the Feng clan was located, and even the old woman who had been in charge of the power of the Feng clan and had been reborn for countless years met that gaze, and then she actually understood the true intention of the sentence "lend me", and then she grabbed the crested staff and ordered the Feng clan, who was about to gallop to the dragon clan, to stop first, and use the highest temperature Fenghuang Flame Divine Power on the obsidian suspended in mid-air.

One after another, the scorching Fenghuang Flame, which was comparable to the true fire of the sun, turned into a sea of fire, completely submerging the obsidian fragments, only to see that the huge amount of obsidian began to melt under the breath of countless Fenghuang Yan. Even though one of Chang Xi's arms has been demonized, his ten fingers still fly like butterflies, pulling out a dizzying afterimage, and one by one the magic duels into the sea of fire, and you can see the obsidian juice that melted into golden soup condensed into the appearance of a sword.

Xin Tong, who had comprehended Feng Huang Yan to the realm of transformation, also understood Chang Xi's intentions, and together with Qing Xuan, who rushed over, he used the wind to help the fire, and fused the power of Feng Huang Yan into the three sword embryos as much as possible, just to help Chang Xi suggest even a little advantage.

Chang Xi knew very well that he didn't have much knowledge of sword casting, and his experience was still based on the sword-casting techniques of Uncle Dare and several Mo family giants in Tianyun City. But with his current kendo attainments like a fish turning into a dragon, with the help of such a large amount of obsidian and a vivid memory, only forging a few emergency flying swords was more than enough.

"Both of you stand down, and I'll be enough for myself!"

The three obsidian flying swords were quenched with the blood of the Holy Son of the White Tiger Clan, and a total of twelve flying swords corresponded to the twelve heavenly and earthly branches. Chang Xi unprecedentedly swayed the unparalleled sword qi into the heavens and the earth, twelve flying swords rushed into the sky, and then fell to the earth like a comet, and twelve meteor sword lights connecting the sky and the earth appeared.

"Twelve Weeks Heavenly Star Array!"

Chang Xi clasped his hands together like crazy and then slapped the ground fiercely, maybe he didn't even notice it, and the demonized appearance of his hands folded was as pious as ever.

The twelve flying swords fell into the Qilian Mountains, and the sword light crossed the heavens and the earth, and the majestic sword qi was vertical and horizontal, directly blocking the entire Qilian Mountain Range, and no biological race or divine thought transmission could break free from this cage, unless the arranger fell.

The realm of the truly enlightened formation master is almost incomprehensible, and no one in the demon realm can break it.

This pinnacle array, which had been recorded in the third senior sister of the back mountain, was revealed.

The dragon of the candle had already roared at the tiger, and the two most powerful of the four divine beast clans fought hard among the clouds in the sky. In the face of the wolf ambition of the White Tiger Clan, the dragon of the candle has long had the intention of stepping on the Qingjian Sea, but it is difficult to have no chance. Although Chang Xi's attack this time was a bit sudden, it was a great opportunity to reshuffle the demon world, as long as the tiger roared here, the White Tiger Clan would collapse.

No matter how Tiger Roaring Heaven hit the sword light array that imprisoned sentient beings with his huge body, he could only shake the large array and shake it for a few points, but he couldn't break out of the formation at all, obviously trying to break this incomparably mysterious array with brute force, it was just in vain.

A sneer flashed at the corner of the mouth of the dragon who vowed to avenge his previous great revenge, and he collapsed? No, no, no, from today onwards, there will be no more White Tiger Clan.

The old woman of the Feng clan stood in front of Xuanjia Gong, who obviously did not have the courage to tear his face worthy of his tall body

Chang Xi, who had done all this, couldn't help but be a little exhausted, but he still showed an extremely ferocious light in his eyes, the origin burned, the supreme dragon emperor body urged again, the dragon tail raised and bombarded the ground violently, and the half-dragon and half-human body burst into the scorching mid-air at an incredible speed, pulling out a long series of freeze-frame afterimages that disappeared after a few breaths, directly knocking out half of the chest of a White Tiger Clan elder who was caught off guard by refining the void.

Chang Xi directly pulled the body of the White Tiger Clan Elder, threw it like a cannonball on the battlefield high, the body of the rag sack smashed on a white tiger, and the unparalleled strength exploded like thunder in the air, and the white tiger who couldn't dodge only had time to have the illusion that the mountains were falling, and his chest was immediately blown out of a hole the size of a grinding plate, and he died on the spot.

The "rag sack" rampage, and those who touched it were either injured or killed, until the elder of the White Tiger Clan, who had already died to the point that he could no longer die, crashed into the large array of prohibitions and was crushed into slag by the sword qi.

On the battlefield of Qilian Mountain, where the trapped beasts are still fighting, Chang Xi is like entering a no-man's land, and he is full of the supreme dragon emperor's body to the extreme strength of the world, tearing the white tiger alive, without any spells, only relying on his infinite strength to crisscross the battlefield, and look at countless opponents.

Just like when he was in charge of the troops in the Huangquan Realm, he was given the title of King Shura.

The identity of the young master of the dragon clan can be particularly dazzling on the battlefield, the most attractive firepower, and the axe hook gun and the heavenly magic power that went straight to the point bombarded Chang Xi's body, most of them were under the crotch of the golden dragon scales, but the remaining impact could not be offset, which made Chang Xi's indomitable momentum a little sluggish.

There were several Great Demons of the White Tiger Clan who were refining the void realm with all their might, and several claw splitting yuan pierced through Chang Xi's dragon scales and flesh, and the hot gold and blood were like a stream, and the wounds were deep and visible.

The White Tiger Clan's Great Demon Claw, who was only one step away from the Divine Journey Realm, tried harder, but found that he couldn't pierce the golden bone for half a minute no matter what.

The red-eyed white tiger demon didn't believe in evil again, and with a click, it shattered his own claws. The towering sword light array flickered suddenly, and the white tiger demon who just wanted to retreat in pain only heard a crazy "death" word with a laugh, and a beam of sword light that exhausted the peak of the sword path was in a trance like thunder, and accurately hit the head of the big demon.

A ball of brilliant sword light stained red with blood bloomed in the air.

Chang Xi's figure erupted again, and the hideous dragon claws directly slashed at the remaining two white tiger demons beside him, and the demonic power shield of the protective body shattered like a bubble, tearing directly into two bloody halves from the head to the lumbar vertebrae, and fell miserably to the ground in the air, shocking the demons!

The White Tiger Demon in the realm of refining the void is like paper paste!

Chang Xi, who was covered in blood like a Shura, suddenly raised his head, as if he was aware of it, and under the dumbfounded gaze of the Blue Dragon King and other dragon demons, his figure swept towards a high place in a blur. climbed to the top together, as well as his boiling gas and actual killing intent.

On the way to the sea of clouds, the white tiger demons were brutally pulled off their heads by people who were so fast that they couldn't even see the black shadow clearly, leaving only an empty neck that was also splashed with a three-zhang blood spring. The heads of the white tigers full of horror were abandoned by the man, and then they were smashed one by one, like firecrackers in the hands of children when the world said goodbye to the old and welcomed the new.

The White Tiger Demon King above the Divine Journey Realm secretly wanted to attack the rampaging figure, and the Heavenly Dragon King, who was escorting behind the young master, took the lead in attacking, and stopped the white tiger demon king, and watched the young master go away. The latter glanced at the Celestial Dragon King expressionlessly, and continued to advance towards the sky, and then picked the head of the white tiger all the way.

Above the sky, there were bursts of thunder like thunder beating drums, and the leaping thunder light illuminated the fierce battle between the two behemoths in the clouds.

Suddenly, he heard an explosion that shook most of the demon realm, and the tiger roaring sky, which began to show signs of defeat under the divine power of the dragon of the candle, wailed and fell into the clouds.

Just standing there can make Xuanjia Gong's heart boundless jealous of the old woman of the Feng clan suddenly look back, and the light in her cloudy eyes surges.

At the same time, a figure without hesitation swept straight towards the tiger's roaring sky.

"The ants who refine the realm of the void, do you think that the old man and the tiger fall in Pingyang is the opponent you can face?

The Tiger Roaring Heavenly Demon Force, who was more seriously injured than last time, tossed black clouds and barely adjusted his body in mid-air. Seeing that Chang Xi, who had killed his last son and was ashamed to destroy his White Tiger clan, came straight to him and vowed to kill this fang.

"Peach, peach, you guys are watching!"

A dragon chant exploded the heavens and the earth, and the dragon and phoenix luck Tongtian pillar that only a few people could glimpse above Chang Xi's head was bright at this moment, and the Tongtian pillar appeared in front of everyone for the first time, and the vague relief on the pillar began to be clear at this moment, and the dragon and phoenix on the side of the pillar were surrounded by Qi Ming, magnificent and boundless, and the careful inspection was infinite.

Since ancient times, refining the virtual realm has met the requirements of opening the gate of heaven and entering the immortal realm. At this level, as long as it is not an evil demon, you can use the opportunity to realize that trace of the true meaning of heaven and earth and open the gate of heaven with a sword. In ancient times, there were many sword cultivators, and there were not a few people who opened the gate of heaven with swords, relying on the majestic momentum of sword cultivation. The sword cultivator who died on the road to Tianmen was like the stars in the sky, but he still followed one after another, just to prove that pure sword heart.

The life of sword cultivation is to live towards death, and my way is never lonely.

Chang Xi used the vast Supreme Origin to light up the Heavenly Pillar for a moment, and briefly borrowed the power that was truly comparable to that of the Heavenly Immortals. The five forces of killing intent, sword intent, evil energy, spiritual power and dragon breath were combined, burning Chang Xi's body into the third round of sun in the sky at this moment.

The puppet was furious, and blood splattered five steps. The Son of Heaven was furious, and the corpse was thousands of miles away.

What should I do if heaven and man are angry at this moment?

The body of the white tiger that roared in the sky collided with a rising sun.

Under the power of the heavens, which was domineering and comparable to the true fire of the sun, the tiger roared through the tiger's head, and then the chest, waist and abdomen, until the entire huge body like a mountain burned up into a pile of dry bones and smashed to the ground, shattering into ashes.

Finally, the "sun" that ran out of oil and dried up was only a flash in the pan, extinguishing the dazzling light, and the charred figure fell into the air along with the crumbling array in the sky.

The entire battlefield in the Qilian Mountains was quiet, and only the White Tiger Clan Great Demon and a few elders who were barely in the triple digits remained, their eyes were dull and they could hardly think after witnessing their ancestors really turn into flying ashes all over the ground.

Is the Ancestor really dead? Or is he dying at the hands of a Void Refining Realm?

The people of the Dragon Clan, who had long hated the White Tiger Clan, did not have mercy, and cut off the heads of the White Tigers full of disbelief, and the blood poured the earth.

After recovering from his injury, the dragon of the candle was not lightly injured, and he swung the dragon's tail to catch Chang Xi, who had completed the earth-shattering feat and was now unconscious.

1,000 wounded and 800 self-inflicted. Chang Xi's black ceremonial brocade robe, which had never left his body, was finally burned to ashes in the heavenly fire, covered with horrific small wounds, and the whole person was like charcoal, already angry.

Fortunately, the Supreme Origin given by the first generation of ancestors is still there, and Chang Xi's injuries are slowly repairing, as long as he is given enough time, he will definitely recover.

Tiger Roaring Heaven died, the elders of the White Tiger Clan who poured out of the nest were also all ambushed, and the branches and vassal groups of the White Tiger Clan also surrendered, and the light of death was dead.

Looking at the battlefield of Qilian Mountain, which has settled in the dust, the dragon of the candle is slightly in a trance, and more of a sigh in his heart, the four divine beast clans no longer exist, and from now on, there will only be three divine beast clans.

The demon world has finally changed the sky.