The clouds that shrouded the Ageless Mountain all year round disappeared under the murderous aura of the changing color of heaven and earth and the reversal of wind and clouds, and at this time, when you look at the mountains in the distance, you will find that the entire mountain is wrapped in a layer of scarlet blood mist.

The ageless mountain, which was once green mountains and clear waters, and green trees like shade, is now full of corpses, and the big mountain peaks are slaughtered into a dazzling scarlet by Yin Hong's blood.

A terrible howl and a powerful roar surrounded the mountains wrapped in blood mist, and one by one the beheaded monks used their own blood to spurt out a tragic red color between heaven and earth.

The monks of the Flying Immortal Sword Gate had blood-red eyes one by one, and they fought back frantically against the cold blade of the red-haired demon beast.

One person fell, several people stepped forward, several people fell, and a hundred people stepped forward, and the sound of the blade cutting flesh and the long sword piercing the body was like the sound of a rainstorm falling to the ground, and it was impossible to distinguish clearly.

Only half a pillar of incense had passed, and nearly half of the hundreds of thousands of monks in the Bulao Mountain had disappeared under the blood knife of the red-haired demon beast.

The remaining monks were almost surrounded by the tide of demon beasts on the mountainside, and in the crowd, Jindan monk Mei Baichuan was covered in blood, and the long sword in his hand was covered with countless cracks.

He raised his eyes and looked around, only to see that although these Sword Sect disciples were all injured, there was no fear in their eyes, even those disciples who fell to the ground and were dying were still staring at those demon beasts stained with the blood of the Terran monks.

If his gaze could kill, he believed that these disciples whose names he never knew would not hesitate to kill these demons who invaded the Sword Gate with their gaze.

Mei Baichuan raised his pale cheeks, raised the long sword in his hand that was almost broken, and shouted.

"In front of you is the demon clan who slaughtered my sword gate, look at those dead fellow doors, although they are dead, but the long sword in their hands is still moving forward, today you and I have no cultivation for high and low, no difference in origin, just for my human race to fight, although it is a pity to die!".

Hearing Mei Baichuan's mournful shout, the remaining monks wiped the blood on their cheeks and shouted in unison: "Fight for my human race, although it is a pity to die!"

The wave-like cry was like a huge wave, blowing away the blood mist that filled the entire Immortal Mountain, revealing the blue sky, and the great sun hanging in the sky made the hearts of all the Sword Sect disciples warm.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be alive, this feeling is so good, but it's a pity why I didn't cherish it at the beginning, if I had worked harder, I would have slaughtered these demons today.

One by one, the disciples seem to have some understanding in their hearts, although it is good to be alive, but the long sword in their hands is clenched harder, although death today may make more human races enlightened, only stronger can have the right to live.

Just as Mei Baichuan was shouting, the five big men who stretched their heads out to a river of blood and drank slowly raised their flat heads, and suddenly stared at Mei Baichuan hundreds of feet away.

One of the big men stood up and wrote a bright red character on his back.

He said dissatisfiedly: "The human race is really verbose, this person's flesh and blood belong to me!"

He twisted his neck, cracking open a large mouth that could open the back of his head, and a long tongue popped out of his mouth, and a pillar rolled in the void, and the tip of a tongue full of barbs appeared in the thick column of qi in his arm.

Mei Baichuan was aware of it the moment he was locked by the long tongue, but he smiled disdainfully, and suddenly crushed the Jin Dan in the sea of qi, and the qi and blood all over his body suddenly surged into the long sword full of cracks in his hand.

"Burn all my Shouyuan essence blood, sacrifice Jin Dan, and cast the pinnacle sword of my life!"

"Sword Qi Hundred Cracks Kill!".

With a wave of the long sword in Mei Baichuan's hand, the shattered long sword turned into hundreds of shatters with a buzz, and each broken sword qi with incomparable sword qi turned into a disc-sized sword qi that flew out.

The sword qi was staggered, drawing strange arcs in the air, and the waves of qi passed by the sword qi flew up, and the sword roared like a ghost crying.

The sword was like a ghostly laugh, setting off a burst of blood mist among the dense red-haired demon beasts, and tens of thousands of demon beasts were slaughtered everywhere the sword blade pointed.

"Good!"

Mei Baichuan let out a hard shout, his plump body instantly dried up, and instantly turned into a human skin and slowly fell down with the wind.

At this time, a long black tongue suddenly pierced the human skin that fell with the wind, and under the violent puncture of the long tongue, Mei Baichuan's blood-soaked human skin turned into a handful of powder and scattered into the sky.

Standing like a river of blood, the dark golden eyes almost protruded from the sockets, and he scolded in his mouth: "Bad luck, really TMD bad luck!".

The long tongue full of mucus rolled up, and hundreds of Flying Immortal Sword Sect monks were strangled together by him, and the long tongue rolled upside down, and hundreds of cultivators were swallowed by him in one gulp.

As he chewed, scarlet blood foamed at the corners of his lips.

His eyes were half-squinted, and there was a hint of satisfaction in the dark golden pupils, as if he had forgotten the unhappiness he had just had.

The love flower leaned on the white jade bed, looking down on the blood-soaked Immortal Mountain, with a slight satisfaction on her beautiful face.

Although there are still many monks who are still desperately resisting, in her eyes it is just the last struggle of the person who is against the water, and now she has more important things to do.

If this trip goes well and she takes back the Demon Clan's Ancient Ancestor, then her status in the clan will be raised to a new height, and those high-ranking geniuses in the clan will be trampled under her feet from now on.

Thinking of the wonderful, there was a hint of flushing on the white cheeks of the love, and a moan that was difficult to control involuntarily came out of his mouth.

She lifted a white finger and slowly stroked her petite lips, the delicate tongue in her mouth sliding deftly over the slender fingertips.

Life is so wonderful, grasp it and you can change your luck.

Looking at the mountains of dead bones below and the growing rivers of blood, the lips of the love flower moved lightly, and the Bailey-like teeth gently bit the fingertips of the fingers in the mouth.

A drop of golden blood flicked off her fingertips, and the blue yarn danced, and her white hands instantly formed tens of thousands of magic seals in the air.

The magic seal is extremely mysterious, layer upon layer, and in just a few breaths, the love flower is pale and sweaty, and her mana as high as the Merge Dao is actually consumed when the last magic seal in her hand is formed.

She pinched the seal with both hands like a huge mountain, and suddenly clicked on the falling blood in the air.

"Sacrifice the sea of corpses and blood, dedicate the spirit of this mountain, form ten thousand demons and return to the sect seal, call my demon ancestor to wake up, and enjoy the flesh and blood of the human race!"

The moment the magic seal from the love flower touched the blood droplets in his mouth, a shocking demonic aura rose up from the blood drop.

The demonic qi was monstrous, reaching to ten thousand feet, and for a while, the entire sky was shrouded in this demonic qi.

"Chatter!"

A chilling laugh came out of this drop of blood, and at the naked eye, this drop of blood fell into the bubbling river of blood of the Ageless Mountain like a revived hellish ghost.

"Boom!"

With a violent roar, the entire river of blood in the Immortal Mountain rose into the sky, gathering a scarlet grimace in the sky.

This face is 100 feet high, no nose and no eyes, the top of the head is high and two corners are inserted into the sky, and four arm-thick fangs in a large blood-colored mouth stick out of the mouth.

"Chatter!"

The blood-faced monster screamed, and with a big gulp, the corpses all over the mountain, whether they were human races or lifeless demon beasts, all turned into green smoke and were swallowed by it, leaving only endless white bones covering the entire mountain.

At this time, whether it was the demon race or the few remaining human races, they all stopped fighting and looked at the bloody faces that appeared in the sky with a shocked face.

Originally, they were still a little dissatisfied with the five ugly men who suddenly disappeared from the blood river, but when they saw the bloody faces in the sky, they were jealous, and there was a trace of fear in their dark golden pupils.

After devouring the flesh and blood of all the corpses, the bloody face in the air suddenly sank into the mountain of immortality.

For a while, the earth roared, the mountain peaks swayed, the blood-stained grass and trees withered instantly, and the aura of the Immortal Mountain dissipated, as if it was slowly dying.