10,000 years of Xuanbing, 100 years of hanging river, there has never been a holy relic - a precedent for the theft of the abyss of ice!,

The theft of the holy relic is tantamount to a catastrophe for an ancient god race!

And for a contemporary monarch, it is an indelible shame!

Yan Sheng and the four elders had a thought in their hearts - "Even if it is death, we must not let the holy relic leave the Hanging River one step!"

Yan Sheng's face was pale, he knew that he had to defend the holy relic Ice Abyss to the death, otherwise, he would laugh on the pillar of shame for a thousand years.

In the mind of the Great Elder of Frost and Cold, there was a more gloomy and terrifying thought: "Once Ye Qingtian turns the Ice Abyss into his own use, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"The dungeon!" "Granny Suo Luo shouted in a shrill voice: "Ye Qingtian will not come out of the altar, he wants to enter the Holy Attraction Underground Palace with the Ice Abyss, once he finds the way from the Dragon Sundial Pool to the underground palace, we can't help him anymore!"

"Let's go-" Yan Sheng changed color in panic, Xing Tiangong flew into the soles of his feet like a dragon, and just floated a foot high with the four great elders, a heart-rending voice grabbed Yan Sheng again, "Report! Report to the Holy Monarch! The color-changing army has entered the Hanging River! The scale is probably 200,000!"

"What!" Yan Sheng's knees weakened, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, if it weren't for Elder Jingyun to support Yan Sheng.

Yan Sheng had already fallen headlong, he tried his best to open the eyes of Venus Rising, looked to the east of the Hanging River, and saw a river tide like a chameleon army, wearing snow armor and a silver canopy, rushing on the snowfield of the bloody floating hills, out of control like a herd across the river trough, straight to the high ground!

"The sky is going to die, I don't recognize it!" Yan Sheng's cold eyes suddenly burst into flames!

Yan Sheng rose into the air, ran towards the river trough with his foot against Xingtian's bow, and shouted sharply: "The Ice Clan's holy relics are entrusted to the four elders, and I swear to be with the people of Hangchuan!"

Yan Sheng stretched out his long sleeves, like a snow peng piercing through the clouds, flying towards the warring army floating in a circle of river troughs on the high ground, four poisonous snake-like eyes, and at the same time staring at Yan Sheng, Panhong and Demon Venerable Youye's Yuan Shen was almost ecstatic, holding a heart to capture the king and pounced on Yan Sheng!

"Eight Desolate Dragons Break the Ice!" With Yan Sheng's deafening roar, Yan Sheng hung in the air, Xing Tian's bowstring was about to explode, and in the torrent of chaos, eight chaotic dragons burst out of the waves, silver scales splashed, and the dragon's tail was monstrous, shaking the fire demon maniac's liver and gall, and wave after wave of corpses were thrown onto the shore!

"Zi Xiao has led his troops to help!" Panhong trembled with excitement, the soul sword was quenched and pointed to the sky, looking up at the unreachable king's heights, and roared loudly to his disciples: "Kill me into Hangchuan!"

Yan Yuanyi and other generals took the lead, and their eyes were already bloodshot and the sky was dark, and even many veterans who had not been out of the mountain for a long time had used their swords to kill the enemy in blood.

The corpse of the Hanging River Army pressed the remains of the Flame Demon Disciple, fermenting into a scarlet scarlet in the river trough......

Yan Sheng looked at the 200,000 chameleon army that was getting closer and closer, and his heart was already desperate - "The army of fire demons is enough to be evenly matched with Hangchuan, and Hangchuan can no longer parry the 200,000 flame demon reinforcements!"

Knock, knock! Yan Sheng's heart sounded in his heart, the rapid approach of the 200,000 army was the countdown to the loss of the country!

Suddenly, Yan Sheng's heart was shocked, he crossed the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, the waterfall and rain curtain, and saw clearly the young man who led the army - a duel!

The silver sword of the soul in the decisive hand splits the line of piercing the clouds, and the soul silver stalk under the crotch races in the air, like an arrow chasing the sky to cut through the sky!

The 200,000 color-changing army led by the company was pushed by the tide, trampled on the ground like thunder, spread over the wildfires, swept through the endless sands, and marched towards the turbid waves of the Hanging River Heights!

The wind tore open the neckline of the duel, and the red and clear chest was exposed to the snow, like an ice soul quenching heart!

The silent army responded to the boy's silence, a strange composure, like an invisible tentacle grasping the duel.

Lian Duel pursed his pale mouth, endured and resisted the devouring power that was approaching his heart, a kind of courage that kicked the weak away, and gradually burned into the eyes of the young man's charge!

The hanging river in front of you is unprecedentedly tragic, the black clouds are overwhelming, the city is broken, the river is as small as the pond ditch, it collapses into a mud dragon, enveloping the refugees who are crying out for the sky and grabbing the land, the huge trees that have been uprooted, and the ruins of broken bones, which are rolled into an ocean-like vortex yellow soup, and they rush in all directions under the whip of wind, rain, thunder and lightning......

Especially in the circle of the Hanging River Heights, there are as many disciples as black crows, and the Hanging River army is as dense as a silver carp, soaked in the deep and wide river trough that is blackened by blood and mud, and it has been killed with blood and bloody faces, and it is difficult to give up!

The silent chameleon army approached like a hurricane, and Lian Duel saw the shadow that overrode all living beings at a glance, and a hatred that forced him to sweat and hairy eyes made the young man roar with all his might: "Panhong old thief!"

Yan Sheng turned his head, Pan Hong turned his head, and the Demon Venerable Youye also swirled, Pan Hong's wild laughter of mistaking the 200,000 legions for reinforcements froze on his face for a moment, and for a moment, panic flashed in Panhong's eyes......

Pan Hong stepped into the air and swept the clouds, and let out an uninhibited scornful smile: "Hahaha! Lianduel, I recognize you, your father is the soul of my sword, Zi Xiao didn't come, and it's the same if you send reinforcements for him!"

At this moment, the dim talisman in the palm of the duel is the most dazzling treasure in the world in Panhong's eyes, he must provoke this young man to jump like thunder, let this young man swing over, make it difficult for this young man to repay his blood debt, and then give away the talisman!

Panhong saw that the duel was approaching, his heart almost jumped out of excitement, he had seen in the eyes of the young man that had suppressed hatred and anger for ten years, he had to capture the talisman!

After ten years of absence, Panhong finally met on the battlefield, and Panhong couldn't wait to raise the soul sword, cut it off the young man's skull, and copied the talisman in the young man's palm——

A few wisps of green silk were broken by the sword, and they were immediately blown away by the angry howl, and the eyes like the tip of the knife drank blood in the sword, and glanced at Panhong, the two of them rubbed shoulders like a wind, and the Lian Duan had already driven the soul silver to rise, and swept towards the high ground under the embrace of the Hanging River army!

"Impossible!" Pan Hong's eyes crossed the soul cave a year ago, the young man who was difficult to tie the chicken, was surrounded and had to avenge the blood sea, he hadn't seen him for a year, he couldn't forget this monstrous hatred of destroying the door!

Seeing that Lian Duel almost shattered the talisman, and the distance between him and Panhong was getting farther and farther away, Panhong looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and shouted deafeningly: "Lianduel, your father was not burned to death by fire!"

Liandu's hand stiffened, and the galloping soul silver horse under his crotch was stunned, but he heard Panhong behind him laugh arrogantly: "He was pierced through the throat by my soul sword, and he died of blood drop by drop! Hahaha! The taste of killing your father is no different from killing a pig and letting blood!"

The young man's back froze in mid-air, and at this moment, Panhong felt a turnaround!

Panhong greedily stared at the talisman in Lian Duel's hand, and deliberately cut the young man's nerves with a lot of nonsense, "And your mother, Tianxiao'er, hahaha! Before I died, I also let her enjoy it once, she died unjustly, and she was a charming ghost when she arrived in Huangquan!"