The Heavenly Machine Killing Array, or the Spirit Gathering Array in Xia Heyi's mouth, was just two attacks, and nearly 100,000 monks were buried under its attack, and the entire square was as if it had been baptized with blood, and blood-red blood mist was floating everywhere. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Gu Zichen's face turned pale at this time, and the Taiji Yin and Yang Great Array above his head was under the cover of the white giant net for an instant, and before he had time to exert all his power, he was directly broken through the rounded hook by the fine sword qi, and in the blink of an eye, it was split into two and turned into two streamers, and he had no choice but to return to Gu Zichen's mouth.

At this time, Gu Zichen had to inject the endless mana in his body, as if he was dying, into the Qing Ying Dagger. However, the Qing Ming Dagger, which was originally as stable as Mount Tai and had been guarding Gu Zichen, was compressing downward bit by bit under the pressure of the white giant net, and it was breaking at any time.

The red light in Gu Zichen's eyes burst out, but he saw that from above the white giant net, layers of sword qi full of charm, with Gu Zichen's incomprehensible mysteries, kept stabbing at the cyan glow light mask.

Gu Zichen only cultivated in the early stage of the Condensation Realm, and he did not have the slightest understanding of the laws of all things that only a great cultivator of the Transformation Divine Realm would come into contact with, and his sword intent cultivation was basically zero.

In the face of such an esoteric attack, he could only exert the instinct of the Qing Ming Dagger, relying on the rhyme of the Qing Ming Dagger's innate spirit treasure, and hard shook the sword momentum that fell into the air.

However, such a reckless response was extremely demanding on Gu Zichen's mana, and in almost a minute or two, nearly half of the mana in Gu Zichen's body had been consumed, and he saw that the mountains and rivers were exhausted.

Gu Zichen's forehead was covered with sweat glands, and the despair in his eyes fell into endless stubborn resistance as the cyan light mask kept being attacked. The huge divine consciousness took out the gap and kept scanning the square, trying to find a chance to live.

At this time, in the entire square, the blood water had already submerged all the people, about one meter and two deep, and the people who were still persisting relied on the defense system to squeeze the blood and water out of their bodies.

But the boiling blood flowed slowly, making a gurgling sound, like a death knell, beating every nerve of those who were still holding on.

Every millimeter of blood under his feet is the most obvious evidence left behind by the death of countless monks.

Under such mutual shaking, after more than ten minutes, there were only a few places in the entire square, and there were mana fluctuations, which were far away and looked extremely loose. Compared with the previous dense and shoulder-rubbing, it seems extremely lonely.

Hundreds of thousands of middle and high-level monks, in just ten minutes, there was not a single hundred, all of them turned into pools of bloody water, and merged into the blood-colored lake. If the surviving people of Xia Heyi and Changsun Tai are removed, the proportion of deaths is even more terrifying, almost reaching the point where there is no one left.

Gu Zichen had just discovered that Wu Taihe and Wu Mandong's ancestors, who had a relationship with each other before, had completely disappeared under their unwillingness and anger, and threw their blood into the blood-colored lake.

At this time, Gu Zichen probed again, and found that only fifteen or sixteen defensive light clusters were still exuding mana fluctuations, and the rest of them were already completely under a blood-colored ocean.

Moreover, more than a dozen light clusters were all concentrated in the outermost part of the square, except for Gu Zichen, a Condensing God Realm monk who survived, the other dozen or so light clusters were all God Transformation Realm monks, including Duan Xingtu, Fan Haoqiong, and Wu Hancai.

"The eldest grandson, please save the old man's life, the old man represents Wanhemen, and he will be grateful to the prince!"

At this time, the sword intent carried by the white giant net was even more condensed, and the layers of sword intent were like waves of waves, constantly surging towards more than a dozen people, and the danger during this was unforgettable for Gu Zichen in his life. Wu Hancai of Wanhemen was a little unsupportive at first, and hurriedly asked Changsun Tai for help.

"Deputy Sect Master Wu, please forgive this prince for being difficult to agree to your request, it is really a limited number of people that the Falling Soul Bell can protect, and it has reached its peak. To Gu Zichen's surprise, Changsun Tai did not mean to collect the remnants of the army, but coldly and unceremoniously rejected Wu Hancai's request.

"You ......"

Wu Hancai's face was angry, but he reacted instantly, and at this time, life and death were tied to the line, and his words were immediately soft, and he continued to plead:

"Eldest grandson, crown prince, can't you just save your life for the sake of the people who are one of the people under your rule?"

"No, you can't. ”

After a short reply, he was speechless for a long time, and where Changsun Tai was, it seemed to be in hibernation, only the Falling Soul Bell rang out for a while, emitting a sound halo, and the sword intent of the white giant net was entangled.

"Xia Heyi, eldest grandson Tai, I turned into a ghost, and I won't spare you!"

In this way, time passed quietly, only about two or three minutes, Wu Hancai's face suddenly appeared fierce, the light mask on his body kept trembling, and the posture of breaking at the touch of his body was slashed, and he suddenly exploded towards the place where Changsun Tai was.

However, as soon as he wavered, a fierce attack like a god suddenly came out from above the white giant net, and in an instant, with the condensed Heavenly Sword Intent, it pierced directly into its dantian.

In an instant, Wu Hancai's generation of Transformation God Realm Great Cultivators, with a pale face and a look of disbelief, looked at the sword intent on his chest that turned into substance, fell on his back in a pool of blood, and disappeared in an instant.

Wu Hancai's death was like a signal, the fifteen or sixteen people who were lucky enough to survive all changed their complexions, Gu Zichen's face was full of horror, and his right hand couldn't stop trembling a little, as if it was difficult to control himself.

In the middle of his right hand, a white porcelain vial, trembling, almost fell to the ground. Gu Zichen immediately stabilized his mind, quickly uncorked the bottle, and swallowed a drop of white liquid into his abdomen.

Suddenly, Gu Zichen's mana, which was originally somewhat depleted, instantly recovered to full after the white liquid was swallowed, and his spirit began to recover a little.

Inside the vial is the ginseng liquid of Tianluo ginseng, a drop can restore all the mana of the cultivators of the Condensing Realm, and it is with the help of Tianluo ginseng liquid that Gu Zichen can persist until now.

However, as the white giant net kept falling, the sword intent condensed inside it became more and more refined, and Gu Zichen felt that he was almost at the limit, and the further back he went, the more difficult it became.

"Ah, I'm unwilling!"

"How so?"

"Bang, bang, bang......"

......

At this moment, a few screams and explosions came into Gu Zichen's ears from time to time, Gu Zichen's face changed drastically, and he looked at it suddenly, but saw that except for Duan Xingtu and Fan Haoqiong who were still working together to sacrifice a defense and survive, in just a few minutes, the other dozen or so Great Cultivators of the Transformation God Realm were all poisoned by the Heavenly Machine Killing Array, and they fell, without any sparks of brilliance.

"Haha, I didn't expect that there would be a remnant of a little monk in the Condensation Realm, it was really beyond the expectations of Prince Ben, however, Prince Ben has no interest in your origin, and everything ends here. Eldest Sun Tai, it's time for us to make a decision. ”

At this moment, Xia Heyi's voice suddenly sounded from the white mist, with the posture of the final victor, to make the final judgment to the remaining people.

"Prince Heyi, do you want to kill even the old man together?" Eldest Sun Tai had not yet replied, and had been silent, Duan Xingtu, who had supported each other with Fan Haoqiong, suddenly asked. (To be continued.) )