"Alas--- what a pity. ^^”

From the cliffs of the valley of Baili, a sigh of pity erupted at the same time.

Since the golden light of the black sè stone pillar shè, the insects around the black sè stone pillar have all flown into the air far away from the black sè stone pillar.

Therefore, what happened to the black sè stone pillars of the zhōngyāng in the valley was clearly seen by the people on the surrounding cliffs.

"There are ten places, and it costs nine---"

An ordinary monk thumped his chest and paused: wailing.

His voice also expressed the hearts of the ordinary monks who were still alive.

These powerhouses would rather give away the extra places than give them these ordinary monks, it's really hateful!

You know, after a desperate and bloody battle with a lot of insect swarms.

The monks discovered. Not every bug on the forehead. All are key pattern places.

"Just give me this spot!"

Many monks even spoke out loud what they thought in their hearts.

I know it's impossible. But. Let's give everyone a little psychological comfort when I say it.

"Hmph. These wastes. He always pins his hope on the charity of others. No wonder it only serves as a food site for bugs. ”

Quinn said dismissively.

Although Quinn has been unable to improve in the comprehension of the Blizzard Sword Sutra, Quinn has never given up on the comprehension of the Blizzard Sword Sutra.

Even, deep down in Quinn's heart, there is a kind of arrogance like Blizzard.

These guys have such a begging attitude towards the strong people who know that it is impossible to give them benefits, which makes Quinn disgusted!

Old Qian glanced at Quinn appreciatively.

Quinn's temper is very good for the taste of old money, and he doesn't expect such a thing as pie in the sky at all.

It can be seen that Quinn's cultivation is much higher than that of Glair, which is definitely not accidental, but an inevitable situation caused by long-term self-reliance.

Another gray-covered powerhouse entered.

These powerful men seem to like to wrap themselves in all kinds of fog, so that people can't see their true colors.

In the envy of the low-level monks, a faint black ripple instantly spread through the minds of every monk

: From the first opening of the Gate of Heavenly Evil, to the first opening of Zuihou, the whole time is three hours!

It's really harsh, after the first door opened, it was announced that the entire opening time was only three hours, and it was clear that it was not to give those who were not prepared for it a chance.

As soon as I heard the news.

There were a lot of high-ranking monks in front of the black stone pillar at once!

There is no need to hide anything anymore.

However, these high-ranking monks were very indifferent to each other, and few of them greeted each other, but even less of them clashed.

They all have key bugs to enter the city, so conflict is unnecessary.

The Nest Ancestor also appeared among these high-ranking monks, and there were six monks beside him.

The left hand of the Nest Ancestor has regrown and is as intact as ever.

Lao Qian, who was observing from afar, saw this situation, and his heart twitched.

The sun's, I just hope that this kid will regrow his left hand, and it took a lot of liliang.

Otherwise, unless the heads of these god-level monks were broken, it would be really difficult for them to die.

The Eagle Spirit Officer was also there, and he was accompanied by four groups of twenty key bugs and thirty-nine monks from the Bright Mountain.

These are all the remaining jīng heroes among the surviving monks of Guangming Mountain.

However, the Eagle Spirit Officer was obviously a little absent-minded, and frequently looked back in the direction of the valley.

It wasn't until an inconspicuous magic weapon on his clothes shone faintly that the spirit carving officer's expression relaxed.

Thirty-nine monks from Guangming Mountain stepped forward and were inspected by the black stone pillar for key bugs.

Sure enough, there is a tacit cooperation between this carving spirit officer and his niece.

Old Qian, who was observing from a distance, affirmed his judgment.

As soon as the spirit officer's expression relaxed, it proved that his niece Mona, the key bug, had also been gathered.

However, the low-ranking monks were nervous.

This announcement simply came too suddenly, too nervously.

The large group of low-priced monks could no longer care about the excitement, and swarmed out and pounced towards the swarm, trying to gather enough bugs for themselves at the juncture of Zuihou.

"Ahh ”

Everywhere there were panicked shouts from low-ranking monks.

Everyone wants to fight for Zuihou before the three hours come.

A group of seven-tone unicorns were fighting with more than two hundred monks, and among these monks, they belonged to several different factions, and surrounded this group of seven-tone unicorns from several directions.

The chanting of the seven-tone unicorn fairies was not as warm as usual, but like a sailboat sailing in the sea in a storm.

The sailors on the ship, while desperately working together to resist the storm, roared loudly and sang a tragic war song with great grief and indignation.

Invisible sounds

, it's no longer the same as when Lao Qian just fought with these seven-tone unicorn fairies.

Instead, it is unified into the shape of a conical long knife, full of strength, and the momentum of slaughter, crushing all resistance.

Tens of thousands of invisible conical long knives suddenly combined into dozens of 100-meter-long sonic broadswords, with the momentum of opening the world, it is bound to cut the middle of the heavens and the earth.

Among these monks, there are more than 30 low-level monks from Guangming Mountain.

They frantically urged the sword trick, and their faces were full of hideousness, and they could no longer see a little demeanor.

It's exactly the same as the casual cultivation they look at!

The high-ranking monk left, entered the long-awaited Tiansha City, and went to explore the secret that had attracted the hearts of countless monks.

When we fought with others, we were driven forward to die, and now when it is time to enjoy the fruits of victory, we don't even have a share of the soup.

Therefore, the high-level monks entered the Tiansha City by themselves, and the low-level monks in the Bright Mountain in this worm valley were completely dispersed.

This group of seven-tone unicorn immortals, originally two groups of monks were fighting on both sides, but when other monks passing by saw it, they also joined in groups.

Suddenly, they dispersed into countless non-conical long knives, and from unexpected angles, they counterattacked in all directions towards the sword light that crisscrossed and attacked like a giant net.

However, the sword light in all directions, like a giant net, constantly had seven-tone unicorns being crushed because they couldn't dodge, but the monks who besieged this group of seven-tone unicorns also did not cooperate with each other.

There were also five or six monks whose blood was splattered in the dust, and they were slashed into the air by the invisible sonic blade.

However, the low-ranking monks didn't care anymore.

The high-level cultivators have almost all entered the Heavenly Demon City, and there is no one to restrain and protect these earth-level cultivators.

At this time, no sect or face will work.

Only by grasping the insect general with the key pattern on his forehead can he have the qualification to cooperate with others and thus enter Tiansha City.

Under this great temptation, there is only kill, kill, kill!

The chanting of this group of seven-tone unicorn fairies became more and more tragic and high-pitched, reaching into the sky, as if the sky was about to pierce a hole.

Many monks, even though they had opened their shields to the fullest, were still shaken by this high-pitched singing voice, and a wave of grief and indignation surged in their hearts, as if all the past events that made them feel aggrieved and angry from childhood to adulthood came to their hearts.

Monks with slightly lower cultivation have a slow hand in their hands.

The vertical and horizontal sword light network in all directions immediately showed the slowness of the sword momentum in all directions.

The cultivation is high, and under the urging of the sword technique, there is not much slowdown.

And for those with a slightly lower cultivation, the slower urging of the sword technique immediately manifested itself in the cháo-like sword light.

I saw that these seven-tone unicorn immortals had almost given up their defenses in other aspects, but instead gathered all the invisible sound waves into a sonic blade hundreds of meters long, and swept them in the direction where the sword light had become the weakest!

The seven-tone unicorn immortals in other directions turned to ashes one after another, and when they suffered heavy casualties, where this hundreds of meters long invisible sonic wave knife passed, pieces of human limb fragments and blood rain were splashed, and internal organs!

The shields of the monks, under the sweep of the sonic broadsword of hundreds of meters, as if they did not exist at all, together with the flying sword ** that the master used to resist, turned into two or fragments one after another.

Of the more than 20 monks in this Fang Xiangshang, only five monks were able to escape alive.

"What a smart bug head, he has even learned how to break the wrist of a strong man and break through in a concentrated manner!"

A shout of praise was accompanied by more than 100 sword lights from a distance, and instantly spread throughout the battle.

This sound is like a magnificent mountain, endless, the huge roar produced by hundreds of meters of sonic broadsword, and the sound of nearly a hundred sword lights sweeping vertically and horizontally, can not hide its sound.

It was as if these thousands of valleys were echoing with this person's voice, although it was inferior to the chorus power of tens of thousands of seven-tone unicorn immortals, but the sound power emitted by one person made the crazy monk's heart shocked: he turned out to be a master!

In the middle of this earthquake, a green sè escaped, swift and incoherent, instantly spanning a distance of several miles, like a green sè long rainbow, instantly crashing into the middle of the seven-tone unicorn fairies that broke through.

The hundreds of meters long knives condensed by the seven-tone unicorn immortals were originally a desperate blow to break through.

Although the power is great, it has also achieved the expected effect of clearing the way to break through.

However, the more something grows, the more difficult it is to make.

Under this split, it was too late to block back, this green sè light, actually seized this opportunity, crashed in from the front, and knocked the seven-tone unicorn fairies in front of it as if falling into the colorful middle, the red sè sword rainbow appeared, and frantically swung out five seven thirty-five swords!

Although the crimson swords were extremely crazy, as if a hundred boiling wine men were swinging out, these thirty-five swords were like the down on a feather, moving forward in turn on both sides, and they were staggered!

And the purpose is very clear, pointing directly at the insect king who is under the protection of the guard!