In the spring of 9527 in the Yunqing calendar, the sun was setting on the northern battlefield of the Imperial City.
Rakshasa and the Haoyue Empire were suppressing the territory on a large scale, which frightened the local sects who had to remain neutral. Worried about being liquidated afterwards, they also moved in full force.
In an instant, the battlefield turned into blood, the sky and the earth were all red, a monster beast ran wildly, a huge whale swallowed the lake and sea, and three thousand Buddhas chanted sutras to liberate all demons, causing the balance of war to slowly tilt.
During this period, Lin Zixuan sometimes transformed into an evil wizard, releasing the power of terrifying curses; sometimes he transformed into an arrogant demon king, tearing the world apart with his domineering power, killing countless demon cultivators.
At the same time, within the Rakshasa Empire, the mutual suspicion among some demon cultivators has caused the originally high morale to flag. They really can't imagine why the enemy would have a demon who is more like a demon than them. Moreover, his methods are cruel and terrifying, and both humans and gods are angry.
So, amidst the boiling sounds of fighting, they set their sights on some of their backing teammates.
They are wolves, independent lone wolves. They are not as cohesive as the Moyun Empire. They have their own ideas and are good at disguise. The purpose of joining the war is to plunder resources.
If you are used to walking in the dark and licking blood from the tip of a knife, you will naturally be suspicious. Otherwise, how can you continue to practice in a sect environment where the jungle is strong and the strong eat the strong?
Looking at their fellow sect members, their eyes turned cold and they were waiting for the opportunity to act one by one. The swords in their hands burst out with coldness. If they saw the slightest flaw, they would not hesitate to cut down these traitors with ulterior motives.
Under the surprised gaze of Sergeant Sunset, a scene recorded in the history of war appeared. Some demon cultivators with insidious methods, after killing the enemy, were inexplicably penetrated by their fellow disciples and died tragically.
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In the Holy Fire Palace of the Southern Territory, the man in black robe stared at the two black holes of flames sunk in the sky, shaking in his heart. They were clear eyes, from which boundless and blazing flames emanated.
"I will consider what you said." The voice was cold, and there was no hint of emotion or anger.
"Then I'll thank the Holy Lord first." The man in black robe bowed his hands in salute, and a cloud of black mist slowly rose from his feet. Then, his body disappeared into the darkness.
The moment he left, the sky was burned red, a huge face appeared, and the long fiery red hair spread like red clouds, covering the entire sky.
"Kill my elders, kill my children, and shamelessly ask me for help. This is the first time in my life that I have met you."
I saw a flame token appear out of thin air on the Danqi Road in front of the palace. As a burst of bells echoed, a vast and domineering voice filled the sky, the heat wave wind roared, and the old men in red robes bowed to it.
"At this time, the world is in chaos, with a weak king in power, and all forces are in danger. I, in response to the fate of the sky, have responded to the call of the Yunze Merchant Alliance, and ordered the disciples, deacons, and elders above the blood spirit realm to fight with me. All the gains from this plunder will belong to you.
Reward.”
At the same time, the old men in red robes stood below, their momentum was like a rainbow, they were killing the sky, and they suddenly bowed to the sky again.
"Honor the Holy Lord's decree!"
Immediately, the tens of thousands of disciples bent down and kowtowed and stood up. Their fiery robes moved with the wind, and each word was pronounced in unison like thunder from the sky.
"Honor the Holy Lord's decree!!"
This protracted war finally reached its climax with the participation of the Holy Fire Palace.
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Above the sky, the gods are crying.
Even though the Rakshasa Empire was internally divided, the Haoyue Empire was like a sharp sword, indestructible, leaving those sect disciples powerless to resist, and blood spattered on the spot in an instant when the blades met.
But there were a few exceptions. Hai Teng bathed in the enemy's blood and moved forward, covering the sea under the sky. The waves rolled into the sky, tearing apart the blood soul realm demon cultivator in front of him, and then rushed towards another opponent.
He was Haizi of the Ten Thousand Whales Sect. After his defeat, he worked hard to practice. Now he has reached the blood soul realm. However, there were too many enemies. There were five strong men of the same realm around him. A sharp long knife struck his shoulder. At the same time, a spear penetrated his body from behind.
His eyes were red, looking at Lin Zixuan who was charging forward, a sense of unwillingness and a desire to win crazily emerged in his eyes.
The five people around were shocked. In their panic, they saw the phantom of a dragon whale as high as the sky, with rows of sharp fangs, roaring proudly, and suddenly swallowed them. The five people seemed to have been sucked dry of their blood. The body quickly shriveled up and turned into a mummy.
"I have never lost to you." He looked at Lin Zixuan coldly and walked forward resolutely. When he tried to kill the enemy again, he was pierced by the whistling arrow feathers and fell to the ground dead.
Lin Zixuan naturally noticed this scene, and his heart palpitated. He was not a saint, and he did not have magical powers with three heads and six arms. For him, there was only regret.
Along the way, he has witnessed too many life and death. Familiar faces left him one after another. Zhou Xuan, Lin Jianchi, Zhang Ling and others were of low status and could not protect themselves. They died under the iron heel; Yan Ru No matter how powerful Hai and Lin You were, they failed to break through the shackles of the Blood Soul Realm. They were besieged by many people and had no choice but to fight to the death.
The war was still going on, and the smoke was still filling the air. He saw the Northern Ice Luan whining towards the sky. At this moment, the ice crystals were broken, and the fragrance disappeared; he saw the six-tusked sacred elephant that could crush the eternity with one step. The towering body was eaten by countless demon cultivators swarming up, staining the sky with blood.
Even the blue-eyed golden toad, whose three eyes opened the yin and yang and spread a poisonous and evil mist, was pierced through the skin and glands by a sharp blade. At the end of his life, he sprinkled poison and dissolved several demon cultivators.
In troubled times, heroes emerge, and even more traitors.
Mo Yuanzong's rebellion was a heavy blow to the entire empire, and this disastrous event became the straw that broke the camel's back.
On the battlefield, Lei Lin was rampaging wantonly. After being baptized by the devil, he seemed to have been reborn. The sunset soldiers were turned into ashes under his world-destroying thunder. At the same time, there was a golden-haired roar beside him that kept spitting out thunder, making him even more powerful than a tiger. Can stop it.
Xiao Teng got on, and the master of the beast control department summoned the companion beast, which was an unruly Zhu Yan. He stretched out his palm, and endless red fireworks gathered into a huge stick. The long stick slashed down, and instantly A stick that reached the sky was evolved, and the endless shadow of the stick descended at the same time, stopping the unstoppable Lei Lin.
As for Lei Li, his body was torn apart by a violent monster. He was the leader of the battle system, and his body was the Vajra God Ox. The monster energy enveloped the boundless earth, making it impossible for the demon cultivators to cross from above.
And in the most mysterious mourning hall, there is a young man wearing a black and white Taoist robe. The powerful Taoist spirit falls down and turns into a yin and yang pattern. The power of heaven descends and the celestial light kills countless demon cultivators.
"It must be Senior Brother." Gusu Yunsheng was refining elixirs in the back, watching all this, and admired.
I saw a huge alchemy furnace rising into the sky in front of him, shrouded in brilliant light and filled with the fragrance of elixirs. Between the seals of his hands, the rays of light from the avenue shot straight into the sky, and each elixir surrounded the void and fell into the sky under the guidance of spiritual energy. Inside the storage bag, the fleshy figure below got it.
"Little fat man, go and give these elixirs to the injured senior brothers."
Su Fucai nodded. Fatty's body was like a gust of wind passing by at an incredible speed. It was obvious that he had practiced a supreme secret technique.
Gusu Yunshuo looked at Su Fucai's figure and smiled. This smart little fat man, besides being greedy for money, was also very principled in the face of right and wrong.
After thinking about it, he worked with the people from the Alchemy Alliance and Yaowang Pavilion to refine the elixir again.
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The battlefield in the sky is a arena that belongs exclusively to the strong ones in the Blood Infant Realm, but it is just a chaotic battle.
There, Mobei Mountain roared. His body was extremely powerful and no one could match it. But now his body was a mess of flesh and blood, and the terrifying Tao Yun suppressed him and he could not recover.
An old man from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect came with a terrifying demon soldier. It was a rusty heavenly sword. He slashed it down with a shocking force, cleaving off half of Mobei Mountain's body. In an instant, blood flowed profusely, and even
The remaining inches of flesh and blood exploded into blood mist.
"Beishan!" Li Tianzhao roared sadly. He wanted to kill him at all costs, but there were three Blood Infant Realm powerhouses around him who joined forces to use the Eight-Door Magic Locking Formation, constantly wiping out his aura and trying to seal him alive.
Mobei Mountain went crazy, a hazy divine light shone on him, and his eyes suddenly became extremely vicissitudes. Behind him, there was a blurry figure. It was a pale-faced old man. His appearance made the surrounding void blur.
Tremble.
"After all, I owe you all this world." He looked at the two figures in black robes and pointed a finger with murderous intent.
With one finger falling, the heaven and earth roared, the void shattered, and a huge crushing pressure fell directly on the two clan elders, causing blood stains to appear on their bodies in an instant, and then split into pieces and exploded, and their souls were not spared.
The ancestor of the first generation looked up at the sky and let out his last sigh.
"I have been dead for a long time, and even the grass on my grave is several feet high. Xuan'er showed me and showed me this great river and mountains, but I didn't expect that these mountains and rivers have been broken. I feel guilty!"
The body of the ancestor of the first generation collapsed and disappeared together with the slave mark, and the light of the soul was completely silenced forever.
Mobei Mountain roared in pain, and at the same time, his body recovered rapidly. It was the bloom of life, and the old man left his last strength to him.
At this moment, he no longer had any reservations, and all the murderous aura that had been suppressed in his heart burst out!
The aura all over his body was earth-shattering, and he rushed straight to the three people around Li Tianzhao like mad dogs...
Lin Zixuan, whose eyes were red from the distance, looked at the sky. The destruction of the slave seal rooted in the sea of consciousness made him feel a little lost, as if he had lost something forever.
"Devil, I finally found you." They were the leaders of the three demon cultivators. Their excitement was beyond words at this moment, and they quickly ran towards Lin Zixuan.
After a moment, they seemed to feel that something was wrong. Their eyes shrank and their expressions changed. It was too late to retreat. Lin Zixuan's figure approached in an instant, and he raised his right hand and slapped the ground hard.
The heaven and earth roared, shaking in all directions, and the devil's handprint directly exploded the earth.
A huge pit was formed inside, creating a violent aura, causing the two demon cultivator commanders to spurt out blood.
One of them stood in front of him and withstood Lin Zixuan's wrath. Under his palm, his body collapsed and his body and soul were destroyed.
A huge gluttonous shadow transformed behind Lin Zixuan, with ferociousness and revenge, swallowing the remaining two demon cultivators in one gulp.
The other people's minds were roaring at this moment, and their expressions were horrified. After a while, they heard another nightmare-like voice.
"Senior brother, it's time to take the elixir."
Su Fucai's arrival was like a thunderclap, causing the people around him to tremble suddenly, and their whole bodies began to tremble.
They had witnessed Su Fucai throwing blood-red elixirs in front of their fellow disciples. The elixirs disintegrated, poisonous powder enveloped the surroundings, and a large number of black insects appeared out of thin air and quickly penetrated into the latter's skin.
At that time, they remembered that there were shrill screams, and then became quiet for a moment, and finally turned into infinite panic and wails, echoing in all directions, and soon became fainter, and the latter's body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye until it shrunk.
into a piece of skin.
That terrifying situation was something they would never forget. To a certain extent, they were even more afraid of Su Fucai than Lin Zixuan.
So, in their panic, blood-red pills flew quickly in front of them.
"Senior brother, it's time to take the elixir. I'm a good boy, buy one and get one free."