Outside the Howling Desert Island, the demon army is still attacking fiercely, countless demon fierce spirits are roaring, and the demonic aura is pervasive, most of the people who resist here are the disciples of the six major sects, and the six major sects have sent some young disciples to use this place as a place to hone.

Since a few days ago, the number of demon fierce spirits has suddenly increased, and most of the disciples of the six major sects who are defending outside have died, which makes the six major sects quite distressed, so this is why an order was issued to let all the sects on the island send disciples to resist the demon race.

In the distance, a silver flying boat that almost covered the entire sky came, and the breath was immense.

"Who is that, the pomp is so big?" A monk below exclaimed, the size of the flying boat has a lot to do with the strength of the pilot, not everyone can make the flying boat huge, because every time it is enlarged, the spiritual power required by the flying boat will be multiplied, and it is really rare for people to travel like this, below the fifth order, they can't control it, and above the fifth order, they can fly in the air, and no one will do it.

There was a very tall flag on the silver flying boat, and words were written on it, but it was too far away for anyone to see clearly, and the flying boat was slowly landing, and many people gradually saw it clearly, "Wuji faction!"

Everyone was shocked, Wuji faction is the hottest word recently, and the word Wuji faction will appear in almost everyone who speaks.

"If nothing else, the leader is Wang Ziyi!" Some people were excited and wanted to see what the legendary Wang Ziyi looked like.

"The six major sects have already issued an order, he will definitely come, and the leader of the Wuji faction this time is Wang Ziyi!"

The silver flying boat landed, and it was Wang Ziyi who stood on the bow of the boat, at this time his clothes fluttered, white clothes were better than snow, and a pair of eyes were cold, extremely intimidating!

Behind him. It is more than 1,000 people, all of them are in uniform Wuji faction costumes, and standing next to him is the little fat man, who is also wearing the clothes of the Wuji faction, these days, there are many disciples of the Wuji faction. The little fat man also joined in, and he said that the times create heroes, and he wants to become a legend of the Wuji faction.

"Get off the boat!" Wang Ziyi gave an order, everyone jumped off the flying boat, Wang Ziyi took it easily, the little fat man couldn't control the flying boat for the time being, so the flying boat will be stored here by Wang Ziyi in the near future.

As soon as he got off the flying boat, countless eyes swept over. There are all kinds of cultivation, all kinds of meanings, envy, jealousy, even contempt, and disdain, but Wang Ziyi doesn't care, and now he is thriving. Naturally, some people are not used to it, and this is a common disease of human beings.

"What kind of hero I am Dao Wang Ziyi. It seems that everyone is exaggerating!" There was a monk dressed in black, this person's cultivation had reached the early stage of the fifth order, he spoke loudly, and he didn't shy away from it at all, just wanting Wang Ziyi to hear it.

It was loud and clear, and everyone heard it. His eyes were cast over, wanting to see which monk was speaking, and he had such a tone, no wind and no waves, and Wang Ziyi had no ability at all. How can it be so legendary?

"Bold! dare to be rude to our Supreme Elder, isn't it impossible to find death?" Behind Wang Ziyi, there was a monk who had reached the late stage of the third order and glared angrily, Wang Ziyi had become the Taishang Elder of the Wuji Sect, Wang Ziyi's brilliant deeds He listened to his companions tell it personally, there was a good look, he was convinced of Wang Ziyi's strength, Wang Ziyi had become his belief, and now when he heard that someone looked down on Wang Ziyi, he felt like he looked down on himself, and he was angry in his heart!

Wang Ziyi didn't stop him, and smiled slightly at this disciple, this disciple suddenly felt that his decision just now was not wrong, what if it was the fifth order?

"Hmph! Really, there are all kinds of monkeys in the cultivation world now, thinking that the Supreme Elder can be a person if he wants to? Fourth-order only, he dares to be so rampant! I really don't know how the word death is written?" The black-clothed monk's face was gloomy, and although the last few words were very light, Wang Ziyi could hear them clearly.

"I said, why are there so many old ducks in the cultivation world now? The mouth is dry and hard, and I want to step on it with my feet when I look at it!" The little fat man's head was raised higher than that of a swan, and his face was full of disdain.

"Haha......" There was a huge laugh behind him, Wang Ziyi did not stop it, and let them speak. If you like this kind of person, you have to scold him, and beat him cheaply!

"Where did you come out of the yellow-headed boy, I don't know how thick the sky is, believe it or not, I can crush you to death with one finger!" The black-clothed monk's face was ugly, when he faced these thousands of people alone, his momentum was already weak, and now the little fat man scolded so well that he clenched his silver teeth.

"Ahh

"You...... Dead!" The blackfriar's teeth clenched, and with a single step, he was about to rush over and kill the little fat man.

The little fat man saw the black-clothed monk rushing over violently, and immediately wilted, hiding behind Wang Ziyi, he knew that Wang Ziyi would definitely make a move.

From then on, most people on Howling Desert Island knew that Wang Ziyi had a superb beside him, who called himself Grandpa Chen, who was very timid.

"I think it's you who will die!" Wang Ziyi, who had not spoken, popped out of his mouth these words, and everyone felt the coldness, the coldness from the bones.

The prince's righteous eyes widened, his footsteps moved slightly, and he suddenly rushed out like lightning, and raised his hand to make a powerful finger to the sky!

Gao Tian trembled, his spiritual power was furious, and the black-clothed monk's face changed drastically in an instant, only to see a huge finger in the air coming towards him, and he couldn't dodge.

"Poof"

A mouthful of crimson blood spurted out, and the black-clothed monk flew back upside down, but suddenly, Wang Ziyi in front of him disappeared, seeing this scene, the black-clothed monk was completely panicked, and he felt that death was enveloping his body at all times.

At this moment, Wang Ziyi appeared beside him, his eyes were cold without a trace of emotion, and he raised his hand and fell down.

"Rumble"

Before the palm of his hand touched the blackfriar, the blackfriar could already feel the horror of Wang Ziyi's physique, and every cell seemed to contain earth-destroying energy, which made the blackfriar's eyes full of panic.

"Bang"

In the air, the body of the black-clothed monk shattered, and the primordial spirit had already turned into nothingness in the violent impact, and the blood rained one after another, and the heavy smell of blood spread in the air.

Shocked, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to freeze in an instant. Although this is not as good as Wang Ziyi's previous record, this time everyone has seen it with their own eyes, and it is so clear, this is the difference between what he heard and what he saw with his own eyes.

In the distance, one person smiled and muttered, "Decisive killing." Yes, this child has potential!" Then the figure slowly dissipated in the air, extremely eerie.

Wang Ziyi returned to the team, and the eyes of more than a thousand disciples looking at Wang Ziyi were completely different.

"Let's go!"

A word popped out of the prince's mouth, but it was like a thousand catties, slamming heavily on everyone's hearts, and everyone woke up like a dream, and the fight was over?

In front of Wang Ziyi, more than 1,000 people rushed to the battlefield, and no one said a word this time. Even if it is a word, no one doubts Wang Ziyi's strength anymore.

As he was advancing, an old man in gray clothes walked in front of him, smiling, walked up to Wang Ziyi's eyes, and said, "Presumably, you are the king of the Wuji faction! The six major factions already know that you are coming, and now you only need to enter the battlefield to slay the demon clan!"

The breath of the old man is unfathomable. Wang Ziyi didn't dare to be presumptuous, but just nodded politely. He took more than 1,000 disciples to the battlefield.

On the battlefield, there were many demon shadows, but in the same way, there were also many disciples on the Howling Desert Island, and suddenly more than a thousand people joined the battlefield, and everyone turned back. looked over.

"Wuji! This is the Wuji faction that has been talked about lately!"

Someone recognized it just by looking at it.

Wang Ziyi glanced at it a few times, then turned to the rear and said, "From now on, a group of five people will start fighting! Those who survive will be able to return to the sect, and the sect will teach a powerful supernatural technique!"

Hearing this, many people showed excited looks, the magic of supernatural powers is a rare thing, generally join a sect, the sect will teach a most basic supernatural power, but it is really not powerful, if you want to get more powerful supernatural powers, you can only get it if you contribute to the sect!

A person's combat power is not only related to his exercises, but also has a lot to do with the supernatural powers he has learned, many people have cultivated to the third order, and they will only have one of the most basic supernatural powers, which will definitely lose if they meet two or three monks with supernatural powers, of course, the premise is that the weapon is also a level.

"Understood!" more than a thousand people replied in unison, the momentum is not small, I just hope you can survive, Wang Ziyi thought.

Soon, the crowd had dispersed, and the battlefield was large, and they all went to find favorable terrain, so that the battle would be much easier.

"Ziyi, I'm still with you! With me protecting you, you will be much safer!" The little fat man ran over, he didn't go with that group of people, the strength of that group of people was too poor, with them, the little fat man felt that he was dragging him down.

Wang Ziyi didn't speak, he was used to the little fat man like this, if the little fat man spoke seriously one day, he would feel uncomfortable.

"Let's go, let's go to the battlefield!" Wang Ziyi said slowly.

"Let's go! It's dangerous enough here!" The little fat man looked ahead, there were countless black shadows in the distant sky, this is not a battlefield, at most it is the periphery of the battlefield, and there is not even a single demon hair.

"Let's go!" Wang Ziyi dragged the little fat man and pulled him away directly.

The little fat man almost didn't make any effort, so he was pulled by Wang Ziyi and shouted: "Wang Ziyi, if I have any three long and two short, I will definitely not let you go, woo woo ......"

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"Here, this is the real battlefield!" Wang Ziyi showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, he was not a little afraid, he came here to hone.

"Brush"

A huge black shadow swooped down in the sky, and Wang Ziyi raised his eyebrows and burst out with a palm.

The breath was shocking, and the demon fierce spirit was actually bombarded by Wang Ziyi, staggering, and he didn't die, but became even more hideous, and pounced on Wang Ziyi again.

"Huh!"

Wang Ziyi frowned slightly, and blasted out with one finger to the sky, and suddenly the demon fierce spirit was blasted into pieces.

Wang Ziyi was about to continue moving forward, when suddenly an object fell from the sky, and Wang Ziyi's steps stopped again. (To be continued......)