Western Regions, Great Sand Sea.

The fierce battle is secluded, and if the strength of the Dao Venerable level is comparable, it cannot be solved in a short time.

And the battle in the mortal realm is more about the number of people.

At this moment, it is common to see the ancient clan fighting on the battlefield, roaring in battle, while fiddling and slashing the head on his shoulder or leg.

From time to time, there was a half-cut body on the ground, still struggling in the melee to sneak attack and kill, until someone stepped on his head and exploded.

The body of the Heart Lantern Realm will not die immediately if someone is cut off, and the Spirit Tribulation Realm will not die as long as the head is not broken by someone.

On the earth, countless mortal realm ancient clans dragged their broken bodies and roared to kill.

The tragic picture is like a meat grinder, and it will never stop until the head is broken.

On the barren desert, it has begun to be stained red with blood.

There are obviously more monks on the side of the Great Sand Sea than on the side of the two kings.

But the combat effectiveness is more than a little worse.

During the battle, the battle line continued to move towards the side of the Great Sand Sea.

A gold-armored or black-armored monk can kill at least five or six Shahai Ancient Clans.

It's a difference in equipment and supernatural powers.

Even the celestial and immortal people in the sky, in this thousand-level battle, it was also the monks on the side of the sand sea who were defeated one after another.

The brazen killing carried the most primitive tragedy, the sound of wailing and begging for mercy, the sound of roaring and scolding, was endless.

The picture of war is no worse than hell.

As time went on, the army on the Sand Sea side had already been somewhat defeated.

Under the leadership of the two kings with the surname Fu, the thirteen major clans have had seventy or eighty thousand years of development.

The unified exercise equipment and mature cultivation system are far from being comparable to the Shahai Ancient Clan.

The pattern of the ancient races is somewhat similar to the loose human empire.

The Great Clans have their own absolute autonomy, but must unconditionally obey the Fu King.

This is like two feudal empires controlled by two kings, which have developed a deep foundation under stability.

It was only a matter of time before the monks of the Great Sand Sea were defeated.

Seeing that the victory was almost decided, King Xuanwu suddenly raised his hand and took out two heavy swords that were one foot long from his royal car.

"King Uro, do you want to go down for a while?"

King Wuluo, who was driving next to him, was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled: "King Xuanwu still likes these tunes. ”

"I can't. ”

"Heh, I want to kill the traitor with my own hands. ”

As he spoke, King Xuanwu jumped slightly.

His huge body slid directly down to the king of Baizhang!

Rumble!!!!

In an instant, a terrifying wind like a landslide exploded, and the sound of the explosion spread throughout the desert!

Even the city wall behind everyone was directly shattered by the wind!

The huge battlefield is quiet.

"Xuan...... King Xuanwu !!"

Seeing the black and white robes that flew up after the crowd, the monks of the Great Sand Sea instantly changed their complexions!

King Xuango!

Known as the strongest man of the ancient clan, when he was hunting in the Great Sand Sea, he slaughtered two Dao Venerable Nine Heaven level demon beasts alone!

He also went to the Great River Mountain to meet the ghost king alone, and even called him a brother!

His name is the awe and nightmare of all the ancient peoples.

Even the king of Uro is well aware of the gap between himself and him.

This king is the pinnacle of the power and power of the ancient clan today.

If it weren't for the rebellion of King Wuluo, he would have held the Eight Ancient Clans in his hands, completely above King Wuluo.

Rao is now, and he is also one more big clan than King Uro.

At this moment, his mountain-like body rushed directly towards the Evil King.

Dao Zun, who was originally confronting him, immediately dodged away.

He saw what the king meant.

The king's battle does not need helpers, help, is an insult to the king of the ancient clan.

It can be seen from the fact that the ancient tribe is named after the king, and the ancient tribe is the absolute worship of the strong.

When King Xuanwu saw the figure, his face immediately turned hideous!

"King Xuango!!!"

"Dead !!"

The red-haired King roared, and the spear instantly turned into a flaming dragon!

The whole world seemed to be dimmed for a moment!

Everyone couldn't help but shudder!

The eyes of King Uro, who was above the king's car, narrowed slightly.

That's the Hideous King's Bone Pattern Secret Technique!

At this moment, the cultivators of the Refining Spirit Realm on the entire battlefield were almost frozen and unable to move.

A small number of Spiritual Flesh Realm cultivators died violently directly, regardless of whether they were enemies or enemies.

It was as if the heat of the entire space had been sucked dry in an instant.

And the head of the red-haired king's spear has turned into a white that cannot be seen directly.

The terrifying heat even ignited the air and made a "pop" sound.

And the body of the Hideous King is also churning with flames that cannot be seen directly.

At this moment, he is like a god of fire.

The sky is vast, and he is the only one in his sight.

A million lions, but a drop in the ocean under his feet.

The red-haired King himself was the strongest of the Dao Venerables.

With a sacrificing blow under his rage, he vowed to kill King Xuanwu!

Boom!!!

Neither of them slowed down, and they collided violently at extremely fast speed!

From the time the red-haired Hideous King broke out with all his strength to the present, there were millions of mortals on the entire battlefield, and none of them moved.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't

Even if the red-haired Demon King concentrated all his strength on the opposite side of him, concentrating on the shot that killed the Xuanwu King, but the coercion of Dao Zun's full outburst made the mortal realm present instantly feel like falling into the deep sea, bearing unspeakable spiritual pressure!

Originally, some monks who were seriously injured but did not die directly watched in despair at this moment as their blood, internal organs, and various soft tissues were crushed and squeezed out of their bodies under the terrifying spiritual pressure, and they were killed!

It was just the moment when Dao Zun's full strength erupted, on the battlefield of millions of people, only the monks of the mortal realm were left alive with minor injuries.

The monks who were seriously injured and had huge wounds were crushed into a pulp under the spiritual pressure of this moment.

And at this moment, the sky seems to be bursting with a blazing sun!

Cangrong's aura scattered into meteors that covered the sky.

Rumble!!!

A blood-red figure fell from the sky like rags!

"That's ......"

"The !! of the Evil King"

The person who fell from the sky was none other than the red-haired Hideous King!

And at this moment, his white robe also completely turned blood-red.

He fell violently, his body stained with cold black frost and snow.

Everyone looked up in shock, King Xuanwu was spotless in a black and white robe, facing the absolute sacrifice blow of the red-haired King of Monsters, and the blow of burying tens of thousands of people, there was not even a trace of scorched black left on his body.

And what made everyone's hearts lose their hearts was that at this moment, King Xuanwu's left hand was holding the heavy sword behind his back, and he used two fingers covered with black scales to clamp the red spear head!!

The terrifying blow of the red-haired hideous king that had an impact of several miles was just like this, and he was lightly sandwiched between his two fingers, not moving at all.

"Hehe, this is your capital to rebel against me?"

King Xuanwu sneered, and gently raised the black heavy sword in his right hand, which had just hit the King with an easy blow.

For!

King Xuanwu let go of his fingers, and the white spear head fell directly downward.

His voice echoed above millions of people, like a god.

"The ancient people, they should all understand. ”

"Those who disobey this king will be the Ten Clans of Twisted Bones!"