"Kill!"

"Kill, kill all these high-ranking sect disciples!" Zhang Kui roared madly.

When Li Shan, as the leader, fled, he was doomed to the destruction of a group of people in the early stage of foundation building below.

"Kill them all!"

I don't know who shouted again, and this time, the monks who were mainly scattered cultivators had their eyes shining, and they were even more desperate to bombard with magic weapons.

"Ahh

"I'm fighting with you!"

Boom Boom!

Some disciples of the sect with strong personalities saw that the general trend had gone, and they didn't want to stay and let them insult them, so they had no choice but to blow themselves up.

Thundered!

Countless people blew themselves up again, powerful energy fluctuations swept the heavens and the earth, and a sense of sadness rose to the sky, and the souls of countless dead people rushed to the blood-colored remnant sun in the sky, but this qiē can only be seen by the wind Qingyang.

"Let me come!"

At this time, Zhang Kui at the back of the crowd let out a loud shout, and when he saw some sect disciples blowing themselves up, his eyes were red, because this would make him unable to control the situation, and it would bring more losses!

"Heavenly Remnant Divine Palm!"

Call!

His big hand reached out again, carrying the destruction of the world, and the air around him was rioting because of him.

This time, without Li Shan's block, where the group of people in the early stage of foundation building below were their opponents, they all spurted blood and flew out of the distance under the power of this palm, and they were seriously injured.

"Kill them all!"

"Kill!"

Seeing that they were injured, a group of loose cultivators were even more crazy, roaring like a wind swept away the leaves in the autumn wind, and one by one they howled and pounced as if they had eaten chunyao.

This is the first time that a cultivator has defeated a sect disciple on a frontal battlefield, how can this not make them crazy.

In less than half an hour, the hundred or so disciples of the early stage of foundation building below were all killed and injured, and not a single one was left.

Feng Qingyang shook his head, turned around and wanted to leave, this time the city lord had already smelled a suspiciously unusual aura when he recruited relatives, and with so many genius disciples killed and injured, he was afraid that it would cause turmoil in the entire cultivation world.

And this is only a corner of the entire battlefield, just a corner is so tragic, I am afraid that now every corner of the entire battlefield is full of fighting and screams, countless people have died in it, and their souls have been swallowed by the mysterious blood-colored remnant sun above.

"Fighting may be able to make a windfall!" Feng Qingyang's heart moved slightly, this was also a perfect opportunity for him to quickly obtain spirit stones and magic weapons.

He clearly remembered that the last time he besieged the Ghost King Sect, there were Taixuan Sect, Zhengtian Sect and Xiaoyao Gate.

And the Maoshan Zhengtian faction suffered heavy losses because of the last time the Zombie King Cave Mansion, so this time the trip to the secret realm of Guiyuan City and the city lord's recruitment of relatives were all sent disciples to come.

On the contrary, Taixuanzong and Xiaoyaomen each sent a hundred early stage foundation building disciples, and each hundred disciples were led by a person in the middle stage of foundation building.

At present, Feng Qingyang only knows that Taixuanzong is led by Lu Xun, but Xiaoyaomen knows very little.

"Then let's start with the Xiaoyao Gate first!"

He was reincarnated and roared away.

Not long after he left, the battlefield below had stopped, and Zhang Kui looked at the direction of Feng Qingyang's departure with feeling, but he only vaguely saw a touch of blood red.

"Red Devils?" he muttered, then turned back to command his men, who had won, but they had won miserably!

......

Guiyuan City City Lord's Mansion......

A tall figure stood in it, surrounded by nine old men, each of whom was a half-step Jindan person.

The figure in the middle was dimly invisible, his body was full of brilliance, and his face seemed to be shrouded in chaos.

"City Lord, the person who enters the battlefield this time should be able to completely activate the Moon Golden Wheel!"

The figure in the middle didn't answer, but just waved his hand, and a three-dimensional light curtain floated in the center of the hall.

The light curtain turned, and every place in the battlefield of the Great Array was inspected by him one by one.

Suddenly, the light curtain suddenly stopped turning, and a man with a bright red head as blood appeared in it, and he was speeding through the air with a crescent white robe.

"Castle Lord...... This man is called Feng Qingyang...... It's a ...... It's a very special zombie!"

"Zombie?" the figure finally spoke, his voice simple and without the slightest emotion, as if nothing in the world could cause him to tremble.

"Hmm, anyone?" Feng Qingyang, who was speeding rapidly in the air, suddenly stopped, and the hairs on his back stood on end at that moment, only to be glared at fiercely by some powerful storage zài.

He looked back and saw nothing but the dim sky, and he looked thoughtfully at the blood-colored remnant sun above his head, grinned with two pointed fangs, and then turned his head and continued to fly.

"Interesting!"

An ancient sound sounded in the hall, and then the light curtain shattered and disappeared!

In the big array.

The wind was clear and flying in the air, and he did not hesitate to release his killing intent and unique aura, just to attract people's attention, but unfortunately, everywhere he passed was silent, and he didn't even see a single human hair.

At this time, there were suddenly bursts of strong mana fluctuations in front of him, Feng Qingyang's heart moved, and he secretly said that there was a play, and he accelerated his speed and galloped away.

After a while, I finally saw a field in front of me, and I saw about 20 or so monks in the early stage of foundation building arguing violently, each offering the magic weapon in his hand and flying in the sky, and the bursts of mana fluctuations were emitted like this.

The wind cleared and laughed wildly, and one swooped down.

"Which of you is from the Loose Gate?"

The crowd that had been arguing suddenly fell silent, and when they looked up at the sky, they saw a slender figure flash down.

His flamboyant red hair danced in the wind, and his lips were edged with two sharp fangs.

"Red Devils...... It's the Red Devils!

In the crowd, I don't know who shouted, and then the crowd began to riot, and the two dozen people who had gathered together suddenly dispersed, and six people were isolated in an instant.

Their faces were pale, and their bodies trembled slightly as they watched the wind blowing from far and near.

The name of the Red Devil is like thunder, and the most important thing is the reason why Xiaoyaomen besieged the Ghost King Sect last time, and they also know it!

Feng Qingyang sneered, and came to them in a few breaths, only to see the six young foundation building early stage monks looking at him in horror.

"You're the ones who are free from the Gate?

"I ...... I ......" They stammered, but no one answered.

Seeing them like this, the killing intent in Feng Qingyang's heart was even stronger, and it was this group of sanctimonious people who contributed to the incident of the dark night ghost market that day.

He looked back at the dozen or so people on the other side and said, "Are they the people of the Loose Gate?"

"If you don't, you'll all die here!

"Yes...... They are the ones who are free from the door...... We have nothing to do with them!" someone in the crowd answered in a trembling voice.

"Then you can die!"