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The distance of more than ten miles is nothing for a cultivator, and the time for a cup of tea has flown up.

Seeing that the righteous path side launched an attack, it seemed that they didn't know much, and most of the righteous path disciples were just slowly advancing, and after the current head of the Demon Sect, the sect leader of the Blood Condensation Hall, Wan Qizi, snorted coldly and said, "Just a few hundred people want to find out our bottom line? ruthless, go and meet them!"

Ren ruthlessly, one of the six sons, walked out silently from behind Wan Qizi. In the past ten years, the names of the six fairies and the six sons have been in full swing, and they have become the agents of both the good and the devil, walking the world.

Among the six princes, the Demon Sect occupies two seats, namely the Blood Sect Ren Ruthless, and the Ghost Son Qin Daoyi, these two people are unfathomable, far superior to ordinary Demon Sect elders and disciples.

A while ago, the 'Jing' Ying disciples of both sides of the Zheng and Demon sides gathered in the northern part of the country, but unexpectedly, these two rising stars of the Demon Sect did not appear, only Bai Feifei and Shi Shaobei appeared.

Today, the blood boy Ren Wuru is already the most 'colorful' among Wan Qizi's disciples, and he also helps Wan Qizi the most, and many things are Ren Wuru who comes forward instead of Wan Qizi, as if he is being cultivated as a successor.

Ren ruthlessly led nearly a thousand Demon Sect disciples to fly out from the Black and White Twin Mountain Pass, and flew towards hundreds of righteous path young disciples such as Feng Qiuyu who rushed towards him.

"Wind and rain!"

Ren Wuru, who had red blood and red hair in mid-air, saw the magic weapon sword in the night sky in front of him, and his face sank slightly.

"Ren is ruthless!"

Feng Qiuyu also recognized him, these two best young disciples on both sides of the human world, it seemed that they had never really 'fought' in the past, but how could there be a lie under the fame?

Both know that the other is an opponent to be reckoned with!

"Whoosh!"

A pitch-black light like ink 'shot' towards Feng Qiuyu, Feng Qiuyu held a horizontal autumn narcissus sword in his hand, and with a loud bang, blocked the strange black light that was as fast as lightning.

The black light dissipated, revealing its true face under the night sky, and it was actually a one-foot-sized, pitch-black, clumsy black iron pestle, and a strange magic weapon with thin ends.

"Leave the cone!"

Feng Qiuyu's face was slightly moved, she had long heard that the former Demon Sect Supreme Treasure was on Ren Wuru's body, and she recognized it at a glance at this moment.

"Fairy has good eyesight!"

Ren ruthlessly stretched out his hand, and the floating human cone flew back into his pale palm, and said slowly: "It is the supreme treasure of my Holy Sect, the human cone!"

"Hmph! The Evil Demon Outer Dao also claims to be a treasure, look at the sword!"

A strong wind came from the direction where the wind and autumn rain were, accompanied by the sword aura as bright as autumn water, Ren's ruthless face suddenly became solemn, and the magic weapon in his hand stabbed out again, this time the power seemed to be even greater than just now, and the light appeared and disappeared, making people feel its trajectory at all.

At the same time as the two of them started, the shouts of killing around them had already resounded, and thousands of people on both sides of the two sides finally collided together, and they were already using magic weapons to bombard each other from a long distance.

'Yin' wind and blood, blue light and white mang. Like ants blowing up a pot, the magic weapons of various 'colors' suddenly rise, illuminating the originally dark night sky as bright as day.

Cultivators fight the method, one-on-one competition, maybe there are other mortals fighting, and once the group fights, the cultivators and mortals are actually no different in nature.

In the midst of thousands of troops, personal ability is no longer so important, and many times, a master who has cultivated to reach the realm of Jindan or even the Flying Sword may be pierced through the body by a disciple who has just stepped into the realm of the Imperial Sky from an unknown direction with a sword.

Therefore, 'melee' warfare is one of the things that cultivators fear the most!

The Kunlun faction has been in charge of the righteous path of the world for more than 3,000 years, and the depth of the heritage is beyond everyone's imagination. Feng Qiuyu led the first echelon of the righteous path as the vanguard, although the number is only a few hundred, but all of them are cultivated as 'fine' Zhan, and the lowest is also the Jindan realm, mainly the disciples of the Kunlun faction, the combat power is naturally extraordinary, in the face of almost twice as many Demon Sect disciples, these hundreds of Kunlun disciples are not afraid at all, all kinds of magic weapons come out, advance and retreat to a degree, and form a strange formation in groups of three or five, and they actually pressed down these nearly a thousand Demon Sect disciples.

Countless people on both sides were watching the brutal 'melee' battle under the night sky, and the disciples on the righteous path side were all 'showing' their excited 'colors', while the demon sect was talking 'privately' for a while.

Demon Monarch Mu Qingyang said lightly: "It is the Kunlun Sect's 'Yin' Yang ** Array, six people form a group, and these disciples of the Holy Sect are only afraid that they will suffer a big loss." ”

Wan Qizi's eyes flashed, as the person in charge, this time he also sent a large number of disciples of the 'Gate' Sect to participate in resisting the encirclement and suppression of the righteous path, but he didn't want to lose too much, he glanced at the Demon Monarch Mu Qingyang.

Said slowly: "What does the Demon Lord mean?"

Mu Qingyang said slowly: "Since Lady Hongmian and the other two sect masters have already led the disciples of the 'Gate' to resist the ambush soldiers of the righteous path, it seems that our side has an absolute advantage in front of us, it is better to take advantage of the situation to crush it!"

Wan Qizi scolded secretly, the ancient demon 'gate' general altar is just behind the pass, Mu Qingyang is naturally thousands of unwilling to lead the war to the main altar, after all, there are still many disciples who have cultivated to the lower 'gate' sect, this time the righteous path army is coming, the lowest is also the cultivation master of the flying sword realm, once he enters the ancient demon 'gate' general altar, even if the foundation of the ancient demon 'gate' for thousands of years is not destroyed, it will definitely be greatly damaged.

Wan Qizi naturally wanted to put the disciples of the Righteous Path sects into the pass, but he didn't dare to take the risk, because thirty miles behind the main hall of the Ancient Demon 'Gate' was the Barbarian Temple.

Unlike the Nine Ghost Sect of the Dementor Sect and the Wu Tianxing of the 'Yin' Spirit Sect, the Blood Condensation Hall where Wan Qizi is located is the direct line of the Bright Holy Sect, and the disciples of the 'Gate' people, including himself, have reached the point of fanaticism for the Holy Mother of the Netherworld and the Demon God of the Open Heaven.

The black and white twin mountains in front of you are the last barrier, once it is crossed by the righteous path, the sky is infinitely high, and the flames of war can easily be extended to the barbaric temple dozens of miles away.

Seeing that the Holy Sect disciple in mid-air was a little unable to hold on, and the loss was quite large, he nodded and said, "What the Demon Lord said is extremely true, now that the righteous path is menacing, we have absolutely no reason to retreat, let's attack!"

At the sound of an order, the countless Demon Sect disciples lurking around shouted one by one, and tens of thousands of people poured out together, killing the two sides that were fighting fiercely in the distance.

Feng Qiuyu saw the Demon Sect disciples pressing on him, his face sank, and he shouted, "Withdraw!"

These righteous path disciples are offensive and defensive, and they don't love to fight at all, besides, the dense figures flying over from the opposite side, looking at their scalps are numb, where can they hope to resist it?

As a result, this group of righteous path disciples who were fighting fiercely with the Demon Sect disciples began to break away from the battlefield and retreat backwards.

On the other side, Taixu Zhenren's eyes flashed, his sleeves waved, and he shouted: "The time has come to do the right thing for the heavens, for the livelihood of the world, we should not do our best for our lives!"

The main force of the righteous path not far away, when the demon sect army pressed up, quickly dispersed, formed a defensive formation, and slowly pressed up.

Between the good and the devil, the Armageddon after a hundred years finally kicked off on this ordinary night, on this desolate desert.

In terms of numbers, the righteous path is far away, the number is not dominant, and the troops are divided into three ways, in order to attract the attention of the Demon Sect, the thousands of people who are the middle lane army are really bluffing, almost everyone is controlling the two magic weapons, emitting bright light, making the Demon Sect mistakenly think that the main force of the righteous path in front of him is also above 10,000 people, and there are only 8,000 people in seventy.

There are thousands of masters of the Buddha's 'sect' such as Jiaye Temple and Jinguang Temple on the left wing, and there are thousands of disciples of Shushan who are responsible for sneaking up on the Savage Temple on the right side, as well as some disciples of other small and medium-sized 'sects' of the righteous path.

Seeing that the two sides were about to collide together, the Mu Yi Palace Lord said lightly: "Real person, the Demon Sect is powerful, we can't fight hard, let's act according to the original strategy." ”

There is no need for him to remind him, the Taixu Zhenren is not a fool, the middle and left lanes are only responsible for attracting the attention of the Demon Sect, and the cruel fighting method is still the Barbarian Temple attacked on the right side.

He nodded and said, "Don't worry, palace master, I know it in my heart." ”

The battle line spread for dozens of miles, in the sky, underground, and everywhere was the sound of magic weapons.

At this moment, the stars in the sky were no longer visible, and they had long been shrouded in thick black clouds.

The shouting of killing sounded instantly, and the fighting scene of tens of thousands of people was unimaginable, and the two sides soon became entangled together, killing each other into each other's camp.

Killing, blood.

Corpses, white bones.

For thousands of years, both sides have regarded each other as a great trouble, and each generation of patriarchs has Chun Chun warned the children of future generations that they must destroy each other......

On the other hand, the Demon Sect, seeing that the righteous path 'wants' to destroy the barbaric temple that is regarded as a holy land, they are all filled with righteous indignation, desperate for themselves, and as soon as the two sides make a move, it is already a white knife in and a red knife out.

The ordinary 'sect' disciples had already 'mixed' together, and most of the elders on both sides of the righteous and demonic sides had not moved, and the hundreds of elders above the primordial god realm on both sides were the key to this war.

Due to the disadvantage in numbers, the righteous path faced an enemy twice as large as itself, and as soon as he saw it, he was at a disadvantage, and was divided into dozens of battlefields by the larger number of demon sect disciples.

However, none of the righteous path disciples who entered the wild land this time were not fuel-efficient lamps, unlike the disciples of the Demon Sect, whose cultivation was uneven, under the efforts of the 'Jing' Ying disciples and a few elders, although the righteous path was at a disadvantage, there were dozens of people at least, and hundreds of people formed a battle circle to form a strong fortress, and it was difficult for the Demon Sect to completely disintegrate the resistance of the righteous path for a while.

Cruel.

It may not be enough to describe this earth-shattering battle with the word cruelty, which has become a purgatory on earth.

In just a stick of incense, I don't know how many bones were buried under the yellow sand, and the double magic weapon was exhausted, and the screams before death came from time to time in the boundless and endless magic weapon bombardment.

The scythe of the god of death finally 'revealed' its sharp and demonic brilliance to the world at this moment, and it was impossible to imagine that the life of the original omnipotent cultivator was so fragile if he had not seen it with his own eyes.

The impact of the aura of tens of thousands of cultivators formed hundreds of thick tornado storms, the yellow sand and the corpses were 'intertwined' together, torn apart in the storm, and the ownerless magic weapon blades were 'excited' and 'swinging' in the air, silently telling the glory of the past.

Feng Qiuyu and Ren Ruthless's fighting method continues, both of them are in the Yuan Shen realm, but in comparison, Feng Qiuyu's Taoism seems to be better than Ren Ruthless. In addition, the colchicum sword in her hand was not inferior to the detachment cone in Ren Wuru's hand in terms of spiritual power, and gradually, Feng Qiuyu suppressed the detachment cone that came and went without a trace with the colchicum sword in her hand.

It's just that who cares about the desperate struggle between these two outstanding disciples of the younger generation? There is also an even more 'fierce' and grander battle going on around them.

A hundred miles away in the south, after the Hehuan Sect, the Dementor Sect, the 'Yin' Spirit Sect and other demon sects opened nearly a stick of incense here, they also bumped into the righteous path disciples such as the Jiaye Temple in the righteous path, and the two sides did not have any arrogant words, and they fought as soon as they met each other.

The Buddha's 'Gate' spell is the nemesis of the enchanting ghost technique, and although the number of Buddha's 'Gate' masters does not occupy any advantage, the Demon Sect does not take advantage of it at all.

The two fronts started a war at the same time, everyone's eyes were gathered here, no one noticed that a hundred miles away in the north, a group of thousands of cultivators were quietly crossing the northern rocky mountain range of the black and white twin mountains, bypassing the location of the ancient demon 'gate', when it was less than fifty miles away from the Barbarian Temple, these thousands of people removed their disguises, took out the magic weapon fairy sword one after another, and galloped towards the Barbarian Temple.

The lives of ordinary disciples, in the eyes of the big bosses on both sides of the good and the devil, are a set of numbers written on the yellow sand, which can be erased at any time.

The dawn of this night came very late, and it seemed that even God was angry at the cruel fighting methods of these people, and he was unwilling to open his eyes to look at this old and cruel world.

After the pass, Wan Qizi stared at the battlefield in front of him, he frowned, and said, "Demon Lord, do you feel that something is wrong?"

Mu Qingyang nodded slowly, and said, "The combat power of the righteous path can't be so weak, where is the powerful attack power that was displayed in the fighting method yesterday?"

At this time, an elder of the Ancient Demon 'Gate' hurriedly swept in front of these Demon Sect bosses and said, "Lady Hongmian has sent news that a hundred miles away from the south has already 'fought' with the ambush soldiers of the righteous path, and they are all monks! ”

Mu Qingyang seemed to be stunned for a moment, and said, "Where are the disciples of the Shushan Sect, the Xuantian Sword Sect, the Maoshan Sect, and the Huangshan Sect, which are the most attacking in the righteous path, the disciples of the Sword Cultivation 'Sect' Sect? Have you seen Yun Canghai?"

Before the elder could speak, a black shadow suddenly galloped from behind the pass, it was a white-haired old man, and his cultivation was not low at first glance!

The old man hurriedly said: "Demon Lord, it's not good, I found a large number of unknown cultivation masters on the right wing, who are heading towards the temple, and have broken through the defense of the temple ten miles away, and now they are about to kill the main 'gate' of the temple!"

As soon as these words came out, dozens of Demon Sect senior elders around him were in an uproar, and Wan Qizi scolded: "Where is Yuncanghai!

Mu Qingyang was also anxious, the Savage Temple didn't matter, he didn't care, what he cared about was the foundation of the ancient demon 'gate' in the rear base camp for thousands of years!

He said: "Sect Master Wan, you are here to resist the righteous path, and I will lead my disciples to quickly return to the temple!"

Seeing Mu Qingyang's eager appearance, Wan Qizi sneered again in his heart, knowing that it would be absolutely impossible not to let him go at this moment, and said, "Okay, the temple will entrust the Demon Lord!"

Mu Qingyang nodded, waved his hand, and shouted: "Quickly summon Qin Daoyi, let him lead two thousand disciples of this sect to quickly return to the defense temple, Elder Yang, you quickly 'draw' one thousand disciples from the rear preparatory disciples, come with me!"

As soon as Mu Qingyang left, nearly half of the disciples and elders of the Ancient Demon 'Gate' left one after another, and some of the small and medium-sized factions controlled by the Ancient Demon 'Gate' also 'pumped' their masters back to defense.

The actions of the Demon Sect naturally attracted the attention of the righteous path boss for the first time, and the Mu Yi Palace Master smiled slightly, and said, "It seems that Canghai Daoist has already succeeded! Are we ......?"

Taixu Zhenren pinched his beard and smiled: "Inform the Venerable Master that you must contain the Demon Sect disciples on the left wing! Order all the disciples in the middle lane to slow down the pace of attack, focus on defense, now it depends on whether the Canghai Daoist can destroy the Demon Sect Temple in one fell swoop, once the Temple is destroyed, the Demon Sect will definitely be in chaos!"