The air was filled with blood, dyeing half of the sky red.
This is a battlefield opened up by the strong men of the three races in the territory of the human race.
This place is located in the north of the Northern Territory, bordering the barbarian territory. The two are separated by a Hengduan Mountain Range. Millions of miles further south is the famous Cangqing Plain in the Northern Territory.
The magical powers are the soldiers, the little saints are the vanguards, and the great saints are the generals. The saint kings are high above, shining brightly, like the sun across the sky, standing on top of the troops of the three tribes, facing each other from a distance.
The aura of the powerful Saint King was released without concealment, colliding with each other, thundering in the void, and the sky falling apart and the earth shattering.
:"kill--"
It is unknown how long the killing below lasted.
The green plain is like a huge meat grinder, harvesting the monks' lives every second.
Both the Little Saint and the Great Saint are so fragile and insignificant in this battlefield.
After the monks died, their blood dyed most of the plain red.
The fighting was so brutal that it made people shudder.
Near the center of the battlefield, two figures are particularly brave.
It was a young man and woman.
The man wore a pitch-black armor, with a long sword hanging diagonally on his waist. The armor obscured his face, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.
However, there was a huge shadow about a thousand feet high behind him.
The phantom was wearing a black dragon robe and an imperial crown on its head. It was filled with imperial power and overwhelmed the demonic monks around it, causing their breathing to stagnate for a short time.
The woman was wearing a purple-gold monk's dress. She was tall and graceful, with a fiery red whip wrapped around her waist. She had fair skin, a beautiful appearance, and a pair of white pupils that seemed to be able to see through the deepest parts of people's hearts.
She seems to be so beautiful that it makes people's hearts beat. She kills monsters and barbarians, but she is not ambiguous at all.
There is also a thousand-foot-long human emperor shadow behind her. When the golden fist seal comes out, it can break through all kinds of magic. It is so powerful that even if several young saints face this punch at the same time, they have to retreat and dare not respond to its sharpness.
: "Damn it——"
A wolf demon in the late stage of Little Saint transformed into Baizhang's true form and was blasted thousands of miles away by a punch. His internal organs were shaken, blood bleeded from the corners of his mouth, and he threw up his head and roared in embarrassment.
In the human camp, above the nine heavens, several holy kings overlooked the battlefield.
The amazing fighting prowess of this pair of men and women naturally attracted the attention of the Holy Kings.
: "Fellow Daoist Jiang, these two little guys are pretty good. Do you know which family they are from?"
"Haha, could it be that the Chief of the Zodiac is so happy to see the hunter that he wants to take these two as his disciples?" Tens of thousands of miles away, a man wearing a purple and gold armor, carrying a dark spear on his back, and with an aura like the sea and the abyss said with a smile.
This person is one of the four holy kings who sit on the human side of the Jiang family, Jiang Pojun, and Cangqing Battle.
If Chu Xiu were here, he would definitely be able to recognize this familiar person at a glance.
When the Zhongzhou Huangtian Tower was opened, it was this person who invited him to attend the gathering of the Holy Kings.
The person known as the Zodiac Chief looks to be in his early forties, has a square and handsome appearance, has long black hair shawl, casually pulled into a bun, wearing a white Qiankun Bagua robe, holding a fly whisk, and has an elegant and easy-going smile.
This appearance, this temperament.
If the other person hadn't been wearing Taoist robes, others would have thought that this person was a literary scholar.
After being enlightened by Jiang Pojun, Huang Daochang waved his fly whisk and said with a smile.
: "I am in the Holy Land of Taiyi, and I am in dire need of such talents who are good at killing."
: "If they are casual cultivators, it should be okay if I take them into my sect, right?"
While he was speaking, the white-eyed woman had already punched the little holy wolf demon to death.
Upon seeing this, Daoist Huang couldn't help but nod, showing a satisfied look.
Jiang Pojun shook his head and laughed dumbly, "They are indeed rogue cultivators, but Taoist Huang wants to bring them into Taiyi Holy Land, so give up!"
"Oh?" Huang Daochang's eyes flashed, "Is there any hidden secret in it?"
Jiang Pojun stretched out his hand and pointed at the thousands of phantoms behind the two of them, "Daoist Huang, look at who the phantoms behind them are."
Hearing this, Daochang Huang lowered his head and carefully distinguished the huge shadow standing behind the two people.
After looking at it for a moment, he raised his eyebrows and exclaimed: "Chu Xiu————"
"These two people are actually related to Chu Xiu~"
He murmured to himself and suddenly slapped his forehead, "It's my fault that I'm blind, what they used was Chu Xiu's Human Emperor Fist!"
"Since I am his disciple, haha, I am being rude." Huang Daochang shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Chu Xiu's evil reputation is something that even though he has been in seclusion at Taiyi Holy Land all year round and rarely appears in the world, he still hears about it from time to time.
God knows what will happen with this kidnapping disciple.
Maybe that ruthless man will go directly to Taiyi Holy Land and ask for an explanation.
See him deflated.
Jiang Pojun chuckled, "Actually, it's not like there's no chance."
"Chu Xiu did not require his disciples not to join other Holy Land sects."
"Zhang Daozhang can still give it a try."
Huang Daochang shook his head, with a look of helplessness on his face, "That's all, it's better to do less than to do more."
"I won't wade into this muddy water anymore."
Jiang Pojun suppressed his smile and stared down at the battlefield below with a solemn expression, "The situation is coming, the Sky Continent will fall into chaos, and we don't know how many people will die."
: "Hey~ there are many corpses on the Imperial Road. In the great battle, one person is destined to reach the top and sit on the throne made of white bones, overlooking all living beings." Huang Dao sighed with deep eyes, "I don't have that ambition.
I just hope that the person who can sit on the throne in this era is my human race."
Jiang Pojun smiled. He didn't believe a single punctuation mark of what Huang Daozhang said.
There is no holy king in this world who does not long to sit on that high throne.
He is a person with emotional intelligence, so he will naturally not say anything to embarrass everyone.
He calmly changed the topic.
: "Chu Xiu is indeed powerful and extremely good at killing. You can get a glimpse of this from his disciples."
Looking down at the two brothers and sisters who looked like gods of war, Huang Daochang nodded in agreement, moved his eyes, and said curiously: "Su Wanqiu went to the demon and barbarian territory to stir up the storm and start a major battle, but Chu Xiu stayed in hiding and did not join this fight.
Feast. I thought that with his decisive and ruthless character, he would become the second person to stir up troubles after Su Wanqiu, but I never thought that he is so calm and has not appeared until now."
Jiang Pojun was about to say something, but his expression changed.
He cursed in a low voice: "Shameless——"
He raised his right hand, pulled out the pitch-black spear slung behind his back, turned into an afterimage, and swooped down toward the battlefield.
: "Red Elephant, you are the majestic Holy King, but you actually attack this junior. It's so shameless."
: "Jiang Pojun, get out of my way. If Chu Xiu kills my brother, I will kill his apprentice."
The sound of anger roared and resounded throughout the sky.