In front of the crowd of thousands of people, there were countless flying ships floating, and on the boats stood all kinds of monks with swords and swords.

Some low-level disciples who didn't have flying horses and flying equipment and couldn't fly also gathered on the ground at the bottom of the star abyss. One by one, with shocked faces, they looked up at the god-like wind in mid-air, and they exchanged heads and ears, and there were many discussions.

Tan Yang has grown so big, it is the first time in his life to see such a spectacular scene.

Looking at the few people around him, and then looking at the crowd of people below, a sense of fear surged from the soles of his feet, and soon overflowed his whole body, Tan Yang's two calves couldn't help but be soft and numb, and he could barely stand.

Tan Yang's mouth was bitter, and he was secretly discouraged in his heart, it's over! With so many people, one person can drown himself with a mouthful of spit. Feng Jingxue stood beside Tan Yang and whispered, "Hey, kid, what are your trouser legs shaking?"

Under embarrassment, Tan Yang secretly scolded himself for being useless, and said: "The wind is in, the trouser leg is in the wind." ”

Hu Mei'er on the side had probably never seen Tan Yang's cowardice, smiled slightly, and quietly stretched out his hand to hold Tan Yang's hand, a soft and gentle warmth came, Tan Yang was a little better, but he still seemed to have a little rabbit in his arms, and he kept jumping suddenly.

At this time, dozens of rainbow lights of different colors flew out of the crowd, and in a few breaths, they surrounded Feng Wanli from front to back, left and right, and all of them were immortal wind dao bones, all of which were great monks above the realm of Zhenggang.

Led by a middle-aged Confucian in a green robe, with a fair face and long hair. A group of people calmly arched their hands and said: "Xiao Junshou, the head of the Leisure Sect in Xia Kunxu Mountain, I don't know where the Feng predecessor Immortal Frame came from?

The wind stood proudly with his hands in his hands. Smiled slightly, and ignored it. His eyes were half-mitted, and he carefully looked at the group of people in front of him.

On the left side of Xiao Junshou stood a middle-aged man in Mai, who was cultivated in the middle of the Yuan Xiang realm, with his ears and nose raised, sharp beak and eagle eyes, his eyes flowing, his face was fierce, and he hugged his fists with vigilance and said: "The junior six Yin Yang Gate master Jing Sidao, see the Feng senior." ”

To the right of Xiao Junshou stood an old man in red. White-haired and gray-haired, with a pockmarked face, he was a cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Dynasty, and he also hugged his fists and said: "The younger generation of Kunxu Mountain Wind Roar Gorge Ouyang Family Ouyang Kaishan, I have seen the wind seniors. ”

On the left side of Jing Sidao stood a young man in Xuanyi, who was also a cultivator in the early stage of the Yuan Dynasty, with a straight and beautiful figure like a javelin, with long golden hair fluttering, and he didn't bow down or hold his fists at the moment. just said coldly: "Eight Extremes Sword Sect, Luo Jiong." ”

The rest of the people had to introduce themselves, and with a wave of their hands, they smiled and said, "Stop! The old man is not interested in your name." What interests you is your little life. ”

As he spoke, he pointed at Ouyang Kaishan with his hand and said, "You." Go to the east to find Zhong Tianshi. Then he pointed to the Korean fish boy in the crowd and said, "You." Go to the west to find the great monk. Go quickly, lest the jade be burned!"

The voice did not fall. The figure of the wind disappeared out of thin air.

Almost at the same time, Ouyang Kaishan and Han Yutong burst into the east and the west respectively!

Xiao Junshou reacted extremely quickly, and shouted: "Enemy attack!

Luo Jiong said miserably: "Brother Xiao doesn't have to work hard, today is our Eight Extremes Sword Sect on duty to patrol the mountain, Snow Lotus Valley is on duty to guard the Black Wind Ridge, Han Yutong and Ouyang, the two thieves have already fought against the water, and they can't count on it." ”

Jing Sidao said calmly: "In addition to this old demon who claims to be windy, the enemy also has two very powerful auras in ambush above the abyss, it should be a great cultivator of the Yuan Xiang realm!"

Xiao Junshou deserved to be the head of a faction, and he was not in a panic, and said loudly: "The disciples of all factions in the Xingyuan, today is the time of life and death, I hope you will go all out to meet the enemy, and those who escape from the battle will not be killed!"

As soon as his words fell, the figure of Feng Wanli had already appeared in the sky above the sea of people halfway up the mountainside, and with an earth-shattering roar, an incomparably huge golden-eyed eagle appeared in front of everyone's eyes, with a body length of more than 100 zhang, and two wings spread out for 300 zhang!

"Condor Clan!

The monks screamed in amazement, and the flying boat warship shot out one after another fire bombs and thunders, and countless rays of light of various colors of spiritual treasure magic weapons shot out from the sea of people, and all kinds of spells, spells, talismans, and hidden weapons, like a rain of flowers in the sky, overwhelmingly shot towards the golden eagle eagle!

The golden-eyed eyes hissed, spread their huge wings, and swept towards the sea of people, and an incomparably strong Wumadhi Heavenly Wind current, with the power of heaven and earth, swept out.

I saw that countless spiritual treasure magic weapons, fire bombs, thunder, magic tricks, spells, talismans, and hidden weapons collided with the air current, just like countless soap bubbles, and they didn't even make a sound of impact, and they turned into nothing!

With the terrible howl, a passage dozens of feet wide flashed out in the sea of black oppressive people, and the flying boats, monks, immortal birds and spirit beasts that were originally standing in the passage were all wiped out!

There were three or four hundred monks, and under the blow of the great monk of the Void Realm, Feng Wanli, before they had time to dodge, they turned into air with the same life as heaven and earth, and some of them couldn't even escape from the primordial spirit.

The crowd of black oppressors suddenly became chaotic, some wanted to rush forward, some wanted to turn around and run, some shouted, some cried, chaotic and coaxed, and one after another.

The golden-eyed eagle was merciless, rushing into the crowd like a tiger pounced, galloping in the crowd, grabbing and pecking, the boat was broken, the withering and decaying, and the blocker was invincible.

In the rain of blood, almost all of the more than 300 flying ships turned into countless fragments, and countless monks fell from the sky like raindrops, like dumplings in a pot!

The huge golden-eyed eagle rattled and roared, and the loud carving carried enough of the Condor sound acupuncture work, and on the other hand, the huge wings fanned and roared out the five heavenly winds that destroyed the world and destroyed the world!

The entire Xingyuan has become a slaughterhouse, and the Cave Heaven and Blessed Land has become a hell on earth at this time.

The wind was miserable, the gods were crying and crying, and the air was filled with a disgusting bloody smell, and he could grasp the blood when he reached out and grabbed it.

This qiē was like lightning and stone fire, and after a few sprints, the sea of people in the air halfway up the Xingyuan mountain became sparse, and almost half of the people and horses were slaughtered!

This is not a fight at all, but a naked slaughter.

In the blink of an eye, more than 3,000 living people and countless spirit beasts and immortal birds turned into unjust souls, and the Void Realm was overhauled, and they almost had the ability to slaughter the clan and destroy the country!

Seeing their disciples shattered one by one, Xiao Junshou, Luo Jiong and other major cultivators were like tearing out their bones one by one, wanting to shoot with all their strength but afraid of hurting their own people, they could only follow behind the golden-eyed eagle that was speeding and killing like lightning, and while scolding bitterly, they used some small tricks.

Xiao Junshou shouted: "All Daoists below the realm of Zhenggang, don't make senseless sacrifices, and all fall to the ground in front of the Wind Queen's Hall to defend against the enemy!"

In mid-air, more than 1,500 people from the Snow Lotus Valley and more than 3,000 people from the Ouyang family had already left the battlefield, and the remaining 5,000 people had been frightened by the thunder killing.

Suddenly, in the midst of the humming sound, a layer of cold and glistening sword curtain suddenly appeared below everyone, sealing the entire star abyss impenetrable!

The sword curtain was densely packed with countless sword tips rushing up, flashing with cold sword light, illuminating the corners and corners of the entire star abyss, revealing boundless killing intent!

The monks who lost their souls didn't have time to dodge, and some of the monks and fairy birds and spirit beasts who fled quickly were pierced by the sharp and matchless swords, and the blood rained down one after another, which was unbearable.

"Tianling Sword Formation!" Luo Jiong roared angrily: "There are also people from Dongtu Linghai Pavilion!"

"Hehe, that's good!

In the midst of long laughter, a handsome young man in a feather coat and a star-crowned man stepped through the void and came with a sword, his clothes fluttering, dashing out of the dust, like a land fairy.

Xiao Junshou was furious, let out a shocking roar, and directly stretched out his hand and punched the sword curtain below!

In the void, a hundred-zhang iron fist light and shadow appeared, roaring and smashing into the sword curtain!

The sword curtain with a radius of fifty miles shattered with a snap, turned into a little sword shadow, and dissipated into the air.

The power of the iron fist did not dissipate, and it struck through the shadow of the sword to the ground at the bottom of the star abyss thousands of zhang deep, smashing out a huge pit the size of a hundred zhang! There was a loud bang, the dust flew, and the entire star abyss was like a small boat in the angry waves of the Han Sea, fluttering and jolting, and the snow on the surrounding snow peaks was shaken down like a tide.

The sword curtain has been broken, and the monks who escaped from death have fled crying, and more than a thousand lives have fallen on the Tianling Sword Array, most of which are monks who have cultivated to a higher level and escaped quickly.

The original crowd of more than 10,000 people, now only five or six thousand people escaped from Shengtian, and most of them were low-level disciples who gathered at the bottom of the star abyss and could not fly.

In the middle of the void at the mouth of the abyssal well.

Tan Yang sat cross-legged on the back of the golden-eyed eagle turned out of the wind and snow, his hands were knotted with the seal of the Hades, and he was chanting a secret mantra with words in his mouth, and the six-foot-long Yuanjing Soul Raising Coffin floated above his head and slowly rotated, and the Soul Cultivation Array on the coffin scattered dazzling golden light, enveloping the entire Xingyuan Well.

Countless groups of dark green Yuan Shen light clusters the size of pigeon eggs, attracted by the golden light of the soul, swooped down from all directions like moths to a fire, and were thrown into the Yuan Jing Soul Nourishing Soul Coffin one by one.

The original dark green coffin became darker and darker as more and more souls entered it. After a while, the dark green coffin body seemed to be injected with ink, turning into a ghostly dark green, and then into dark green, surrounded by a cloudy wind and black mist, faintly mixed with the sound of devil crying, which was terrifying.

Hu Mei'er and Zhong Hongying sat beside Tan Yang on the left and right, the former was paying attention to the bloody battle below, while the latter was staring at Tan Yang with a frowning face, his face full of disgust.

"Senior Brother Tan, do you want me to use this thing to practice the Dafa of Soul Refining?" Zhong Hongying said with almost a bit of crying in his voice, "Forget it, it makes me sick to look at it." ”

Before Tan Yang could answer, there was a loud laugh from the wind below Xingyuan: "Happy! Happy! Okay! Brother Yu, great monk, take the pipe, let's work! Today is a fly in Xingyuan, and I have to kill it ten thousand times!"

(To be continued......)