Along the way, the neighing of war horses resounded, shattering the void, attracting many passers-by to watch.

Snow Thirteen doesn't know the origin of the creature like the Nether Ghost Horse, and the strength seems to be around the Void Realm, not to mention the saint of this kind of strength mount, even for Snow Thirteen is too weak. But its speed is so fast, a charge, even the saints will be thrown out of eighteen streets.

Riding on horseback, Xue 13 found that he liked this war horse more and more, and thought that he would give one to his precious apprentice when he went back, and then give one to the little senior sister, and leave the other one to Tengu and them to play with.

As for the armor and holy spear on his body, it was more than enough for Xue Thirteen, who was already a world-strong person in the Five Dragons Realm, to refine it.

Along the way, the armor has been refined by him, and after urging, the combat power has soared several times, killing and boiling, and nothing is broken.

He left Beimang Mountain, as for the seven killing paladins, they were still trapped by their phantom array for the time being, there was no war spear in their hands, and there were no war horses under their seats, and their combat power was greatly reduced when they were delirious, and their destructive power was not so terrifying.

Believing that the saints of the Northern Xuan Domain Alliance would soon arrive to clean up the mess, he wasn't too worried.

The descendants of the four major families in the Immortal Realm had been away for a night, and with their strength, they were enough to cross a long distance.

Xue Thirteen followed all the way, and after half a day, he heard a piece of news and understood why the saint of the Northern Xuan Domain Alliance had not appeared for a long time.

It turned out that there was also a killing paladin invasion in the west of the Northern Xuan Domain, and it was the first to arrive, and the Northern Xuan Domain Alliance dispatched five saints, all with sharp weapons, to fight fiercely with the three major paladins.

After this day and night, one was finally killed, one was suppressed, and the last one escaped with his wounds, and it is said that the war spear was taken.

It was only at this moment that Snow Thirteen and the Ten Thousand Firmament Saints realized how shocking their actions were last night.

The five saints joined forces, fought fiercely for two days and one night, killed one, suppressed one, and the last one was escaped.

The Ten Thousand Firmament Saints rode on the ghost horse, gasping vigorously, feeling as if they had just walked around from the ghost gate. But if you think about it carefully, it's not just a circle, but there are a hundred and eighty laps, which is a long life.

Thinking of this, the calves and stomachs of the Ten Thousand Cang Saints were spinning.

Originally, Xue 13 looked at this old guy in a daze, and thought that he had some understanding after last night's battle.

Who knows, this guy suddenly said: "Bensheng has gone through 28,000 long years now, but I didn't expect that the cause of youth is still there, and I don't lose the blood of my former youth." ”

After Xue 13 heard this, his face darkened, it turned out that this old guy was afraid, and he felt that his crazy actions last night were like the angry youth of his youth.

"I didn't expect you to be quite young. ”

Snow Thirteen said with a smile.

Ordinary saints have at least 60,000 years of longevity, but Wancang saints have only survived one-third, and they can indeed be called young.

But the other party sighed, shook his head, and said: "Brother, there is a catastrophe in heaven and earth, and it is difficult for a saint to have a person who dies in bed, and this saint has a premonition that the next catastrophe is not far away, and I don't know if I can get through it." If not, then ......"

After Xue Thirteen heard this, he remembered the so-called calamity that existed between heaven and earth.

No matter how high a person's realm is or how strong his cultivation is, as long as he spends a certain number of years, there will be calamities. Although saints have a lifespan of about 60,000 to 100,000 years, it seems that I have never heard of a contemporary saint with such an advanced age, and they must have died in calamity.

At the same time, he also somewhat understood why this old guy was so desperate to rob and kill the paladin before, this is to use the other party's holy weapons and armor to cross the catastrophe.

"Okay, although you old fellow has done all kinds of evil before, you should have survived a catastrophe and washed away some of the cause and effect. Coupled with these holy weapons snatched this time, it is enough for you to survive this second calamity smoothly, and it will not be a problem to live for another 20,000 years. ”

Xue 13 said that although he didn't have a good impression of this Wancang Sage before, at this time, the other party was following him after all, and he helped a lot invisibly.

No matter what the other party meant, he was still a little grateful.

It didn't take long for them to get the news that the sages of the Northern Xuan Domain Alliance had already rushed to Beimangshan, and presumably the endgame would soon be cleaned up.

It's just that I don't know how the saints of the Northern Xuanyu Alliance will feel when they see the killing paladin turned into an infantry, and the image of a stupid rush without a war spear and a war horse.

Snow Thirteen continued to chase and kill the heirs of the four major families, and on the way, he discovered a talent of the Netherworld War Horse, tracking!

According to Xue Thirteen's will, they still remembered the aura of the four major family heirs, and they chose the right direction to chase after Xue Thirteen without Xue Thirteen's reminder.

It didn't take long for Snow Thirteen's eyes to light up, because he spotted a figure in the distance.

Bang!

Snow Thirteen urged the ghost horse under his seat to accelerate suddenly, as if it was like a world-destroying thunderbolt, and chased after it with a flicker.

Xu Gongming, the heir of the Xu family, had already fled when he saw Xue Thirteen break through to the Five Dragons Realm, and joined forces with the Wancang Saint to absurdly snatch away the killing paladin's one holy spear after another.

Originally, they didn't come out this time to deliberately kill anything against the human race, so they didn't bring some protectors or anything like that. After the other party broke through, his strength was already so terrifying, and if he mastered the holy spear, even if he exhausted all the treasures on his body, it was useless, and there was only one way to die.

He ran around the clock, but he didn't expect to be caught up by the other party so soon.

The neighing of the war horse pierced the sky, and Xu Gongming looked back, and the world in his sight had become blood-red at some point.

"Snow Sky Monarch!"

He growled.

Burst!

The blood-colored holy spear passed through his body, and Snow Thirteen rode the Nether Ghost Horse, and in a flash, he appeared in front of him first, raising his hand to grab the holy spear.

And it wasn't until he walked far away that Xu Gongming's body exploded.

It was a complete explosion and no reorganization.

Because the power of the Holy Dao Law in the Killing Holy Spear was so terrifying that it wiped out all his vitality in the blink of an eye, giving him no chance to reorganize at all.

It can be imagined how unwilling and frightened Xu Gongming was in the end.

"Oh my God, this ...... Isn't this killing paladins?"

"Inform the Alliance!"

When a monk in the ground below saw this, he was terrified.

On the same day, in another place, Snow Thirteen galloped on horseback, stepping through patches of void, holding blood-colored war spears.

"Feng Wuji, where to escape!"

He snapped and shattered the clouds in the sky, and the cold killing machine instantly drowned forward.

At this moment, Feng Wuji's heart was cold. He had already activated several spatial talismans and changed multiple directions in a row, but the speed of the ghost horse was too fast, and he didn't get rid of Snow Thirteen's pursuit.

Burst!

A blood-colored holy spear volleyed into the air, piercing Feng Wuji's chest, and then with a flash of light, Snow Thirteen appeared in front of him on a ghostly ghost horse, holding the tip of the opponent's holy spear that came out of his chest with one hand, pulled it out violently, and then flew away.

On the spot, Feng Wuji's eyes widened, and after two breaths, his body exploded.

On this day, Snow Thirteen rode the Netherworld Ghost Horse, frantically chasing and killing the descendants of the four major families of the Immortal Domain, ascending to the sky and the earth, and there was no day.

The rest of Wu Mei'er and Yi Xingyu were desperate, and all means were useless in the face of absolute strength.

"Terran rebel, die!"

Such a voice suddenly resounded throughout the land, and everyone looked up, and a war horse that seemed to come from hell appeared, with a murderous aura.

The man on horseback passed with a spear in his hand, and then the two heirs fell......

Who is this man?

Killing Paladins?

Holy Judgment?

It was boiling.

(End of chapter)