Each of the thirteen ancient bronze lamps is stained with rust, old and extremely decayed, as if it had just been dug out of a grave. Looking at it makes people feel chills in their hearts and chills in their skin and bones.
Moreover, on each ancient bronze lamp, there is a ball of fire burning, crackling, and emitting colorful colors, as if there is a universe floating in it, creating the world.
"What kind of lamp is that? Why do I feel so cold in my bones?"
Everyone had this feeling, it was terrifying, as if the light could absorb people's souls.
"No, that fire is the fire of living beings. It is transformed after death and is full of resentment. How many people will die!" [
Everyone's scalps were numb, and Qin Xuan and others were also chilling in their bones. Fortunately, the duel between the men in black and Yang Guo was in the sky, far away from the earth. Otherwise, the pressure of the battle alone would have caused the earth to shatter and destroy the ancient world.
Rattled.
"Crack!"
The battle in the sky continued and did not stop on the ground. Qin Xuan turned around and used the Origin Spear to pierce through everything and kill a black-robed monk who was about to make a sneak attack. His head was opened, blood was gurgling, and the white brains were mixed together, just like hell.
"boom!"
The gun body shook, and the black-robed monk exploded, turning into blood mist, and finally dissipated. At this moment, everyone on the earth was numb from the killing, and the blood stained the earth red, and it formed a river, gurgling,
Horrible ratio.
This is the battlefield, blood and bones, there is no picturesque scenery, only the utmost heroism and sadness. Each of Qin Xuan and the others have experienced a baptism of fire, walking on the earth, surrounded by bones and blood.
"Boom!"
Qiao Feng struck out with a palm, the dragon's roar reached up to the nine heavens and penetrated the nine netherworlds. The sound of the Tao rumbled. Before it touched, a dozen black-armored monks were surrounded by sound waves and exploded directly, turning into blood mist and a dense forest of white bones and scum.
This is a killing, a baptism of corpses and bones. Everyone has made great progress, both physically and mentally, and in cultivation. The battlefield has always been the best place for cultivation, because only between life and death can there be
Big breakthrough, big opportunity.
"Pfft, pfft!"
The sword in the palm of Jackie Chan's hand shines brilliantly. There is no extra movement, just a slight stroke. The terrifying sword light is like a hanging galaxy, drowning the front. The heads of dozens of black-armored monks who rush towards them roll down with blood.
It shot up so high that it dyed the sky red.
At this moment, everyone was stained with blood, but their expressions were as calm as ever. If they were ordinary people before, they would have fainted from fear when they saw the terrifying scene here. However, at this moment, they
He has become a monk and a warrior, fearing everything.
Thousands of black-armored monks and hundreds of black-robed monks have gone through a period of killing, and now there are only more than a thousand left. But looking at it, they are still densely packed, with rivers of blood on the ground, mountains of bones, and the sky dyed red.
, full of heroism.
"kill!"
Everyone rushed forward again, fearful of everything, their blood was boiling, and their fighting spirit was burning. At this moment, the two sides charged together again. The bright light, amazing magical powers, and strange treasures flooded the earth and blood flowed into a river.
.
At the end of the battle, each of Qin Xuan and the others had injuries on their bodies, their clothes were dyed red with blood, their black hair was swaying, but their eyes became brighter and brighter, and their whole people had some kind of sublimation.
They all know that this is a test and baptism for them. This trip to the Broken Moon Realm and the final graduation ceremony will bloom in this war, blood and bones.
"ah……"
The sixth prince howled miserably, and his bloody right arm was blown away by a gun. He looked ferocious and terrified. It was just Nangong Zheng, let him be like this, not to mention Qin Xuan and others.[
At this moment, he completely lost his fighting spirit and vitality, and wanted to escape. However, Nangong Zheng only shot one of his legs, piercing it and blowing it into powder. The sixth prince fell down.
"Ah...Ming Lao, save me!"
Finally, the Sixth Prince asked the man in black robe for help. At the same time, Nangong Zheng walked up again and blew up his other hand and one leg into powder. There was blood, bones, and scum. It was more terrifying than Sixth Prince.
The prince was howling miserably.
"This shot is for Patriarch Yueling, this shot is for Miss Yingying, this shot is for Xiao Qiang..."
"Who is Xiaoqiang?"
The sixth prince endured the severe pain and saw Nangong stabbing his chest and abdomen with bullets one after another. The blood was gurgling and his scalp was numb. However, at this moment, he still resisted asking a question because he did not remember what Xiao Qiang he had killed.
"oh!"
Nangong was chatting, and fired another shot, saying: "Xiaoqiang, of course he is a cockroach from the Yueling Tribe. You are too cruel, even Xiaoqiang will be killed!"
"Poof!" The sixth prince vomited blood and almost fainted. His eyes could kill people and he stared at Nangong Zheng. At this moment, he really became a "human stick".
"This shot is for Xiaohong, this shot is for Huahuacaocao..."
Nangong Zheng was not polite and stabbed him with one shot after another, causing the sixth prince to be tortured and howling in agony. In fact, it was not that he was cruel. The reason why he did this was just to disturb the mind of the man in black robe and help Yang Guo.
That's all. In addition, there is also revenge.
After all, the Moon Spirit Clan was kind to him.
"ah……"
The Sixth Prince screamed. At this moment, he was in a state of disgrace. His long hair was messy, his face was stained red with blood, and his body was full of holes. However, at this point, as long as his head was not pierced, the fire of the soul had not yet penetrated.
If it is extinguished, there will be no real death, at most it will be just a pain ratio.
"Boom!"
The people on the ground were fighting. At this moment, even though the black-armored monk had experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he was still frightened. He was frightened by being killed by Qin Xuan and others. His scalp was numb and he wanted to retreat.
However, Qin Xuan and others did not give them a chance and rushed forward. The enemies fell in pieces, like wheat. At this point in the battle, there was nothing to show mercy to, because they... used to be
intruder.
In Qin Xuan's memories of the Yanhuang bloodline, he had seen scenes of several major realms jointly attacking here. The battles at that time were more brutal than here, and more tragic than here.
"ah……"
Many black-armored monks howled miserably, but they were drowned by a golden fist and turned into blood foam, white bones and slag, and blood flowed into a river. It was terrifying, but Qin Xuan and others looked at them, surrounded these people, and finally killed them all.
"Huhu..."
At this moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, every nerve was tense. Even though they were stronger, their bodies were still covered in blood. There were injuries everywhere, and no one was good. [
"We...killed thousands of people?"
After the battle, someone finally swallowed the foam. If it were on Earth, it would definitely be a shocking massacre, but all of this was accomplished in their hands.
"They should be punished!"
Someone spoke coldly, and the scenes in the Broken Moon Realm were still playing out in his mind. Even though he knew that everyone in the Moon Spirit Clan was not dead yet, he still wanted to avenge such a big revenge.
"Yes, they deserve to be punished!"
Some people should shout, the moment those black-armored monks rushed towards them, it was a life and death situation. If they were not strong, they would have died miserably, because the two of them had already stood on opposite sides.
While everyone was discussing, Ye Ku sat down cross-legged, chanting sutras in his mouth, and there were circles of bright halo behind him, offering salvation to these people who had died.
No matter what happened in this life, after death, all grievances and grudges will be gone. He chanted sutras and chanted for them. The golden halo spread from his body and swept across the earth, dyeing the mountain of corpses and sea of blood into a touch of gold, full of holiness.
and peace.
This place is no longer gloomy, but full of warmth. Master Qin Xuan and others nodded when they saw it. Everyone has his own way and his own persistence in his heart. There is no need to interfere too much and leave a blank space. On the contrary, there will be intentional
Unexpected gains.
Surrounded by the golden light, Qin Xuan and others gradually moved toward peace, letting go of everything, their hearts filled with warmth, and some kind of sublimation. After this battle, they finally truly grew up.
"Ah, look!"
Suddenly, someone shouted and looked to the sky. However, when they saw it, Qin Xuan and others were stunned and couldn't believe it, because in the sky at this moment, in a sea of colorful fire, a man in black robe was holding a black stick.
The spear pierced the chest of Yang Guo who was sitting cross-legged on the spot.
"Ah, how is that possible?!"
Everyone can't believe that Yang Guo was defeated at the hands of the black-robed man. Is it possible that Senior Yang Guo is about to fall? But why have Senior Dugu Qiubei and the others not taken action yet?
Some people looked towards Dugu Qiubai, Master Qin Xuan and others, but saw that they were still standing there quietly without any sign of taking action. At this moment, someone else exclaimed and quickly raised their heads.
Look.
"Wow!"
"Yang Guo..." The man in black robe wanted to pick Yang Guo up, but at this moment, Yang Guo's hand suddenly grabbed the black spear and held it firmly there.
Yang Guo's body was stained with blood, and he did not open his eyes. He sat there peacefully, like a god.
Blood flowed from his body, blooming red clouds, running up the black spear, so soft that the hands of the black-robed man were dyed red.
"Ah..." the man in black robe shouted, as if he had discovered the most terrifying thing, and wanted to retreat, but found that he was firmly stopped.
"boom!"
At this moment, the man in black robe suddenly burst into flames, emitting an extremely dazzling light that scorched the entire world as he struggled violently.
"This is... sword spirit blood..."
Gu Jian murmured in his mouth, his voice vibrated, and everyone heard it, "Sword Spirit Blood, what is that?" The man in black robe let out a miserable howl, and his body was surrounded by fire. When everyone looked, they found that the fire was tiny.
The lightsabers are jumping, forming fire, blooming with red glow.
"Yes, that is the sword spirit blood. With the help of the seven-color flame nirvana, Yang Guo ignited the blood in his body, injected it with sword intent, and turned it into sword spirit blood..."
At this moment, Dugu Qiubai's voice echoed in everyone's ears, filled with joy.