Chapter 172 171. The war begins! ( words - please subscribe for the big chapter) Snow Country, above the Fire Demon Sect. The evil explosion crossed the realm and shattered the ghost infant statue that almost showed signs of life with just one blow. Mu Chai Yang was wailing and burning in the air. At this moment, the entire Fire Worshiping Demon Sect felt as if it had been stabbed in the back, with streaks of rainbow light rising up and surrounding Song Yan. The sacrifice was still a secret, and Mu Xianyang's current state was naturally attributed to Song Yan's actions. "metropolitan!" "metropolitan!" Suddenly, some monks approached Mu Chaoyang. The one closest to him was caught by Mu Chaoyang and was bathed in the sacrificial fire. The other one was so frightened that he hurriedly left and looked at Song Yan with a stern look in his eyes. Obviously, this is Mu Xianyang's absolute confidant. If something goes wrong, he won't think it's the sect leader who has the problem, but he will only think that the ancient tribesman was too cruel.
His lips moved, and Song Yan's hand also moved, summoning several souls from the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, and moved slightly. The soul comes out. The monk hurriedly used his mysterious weapon to resist. boom! Soul explosion! The mysterious weapon was shattered. The monk was also shattered. No matter what he wanted to say, what he cursed, or what he argued with Song Yan, it didn't matter anymore. A dead person cannot say anything or make any noise. In the previous fight with Mu Liyang, Song Yan wanted to go all out, so he gathered the evil spear, but to deal with these monks, not to mention the giant soul swallowing, even the ordinary soul explosion technique was enough. However, there was resentment in the eyes of the surrounding Fire Worshiping Demon Sect monks. Some of them did not have a good relationship with Mu Xianyang, but just had a sense of anger that made them feel cold. As for the low-level monks, they banded together out of fear and showed a sense of resistance. The Fire Worshiping Demon Sect is at least the most powerful sect in the Snow Kingdom. Even though it is not as good as the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, it should not be killed at will without any reason. Song Yan didn't like killing people, so he glanced at the many monks rising into the sky and said: "There is something wrong with the flame you worship. This fire is the fire that corrodes life. The wood splitting the sun is just playing with fire and burning yourself." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a crazy ferocious flash in the eyes of the leading monk, as if he was about to say something to interrupt him or refute him. Song Yan raised his hand. Several evil spirits exploded again, shattering the monk's protection and causing him to explode into a mass of flesh and blood fireworks in mid-air. After killing this person, he patiently explained: "Not only does this person not show any remorse, he also wants to continue to seduce you. He really deserves to die. alright
Now I give you two ways. One, stop practicing the technique immediately, stay away from the Snow Country, and stay away from fire worship. For this group of people, I will issue a letter of introduction to let you switch to another school and practice again; The other is to live and die with the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect. No matter which path you choose, others are not allowed to interfere, otherwise you will die! " If a hostile sect invades, they will naturally fight to the death. But these monks grew up with the idea that "the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is a superior country, and we need to obey the orders of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan". Therefore, facing the powerful envoy Song Yan, they did not fight desperately courage. This is just like the royal family of a country coming to a local place, reading out the charges, and beheading the local general. The general and his subordinates will be angry, but basically no one will rebel. After he finished speaking, he saw the expressions of emotion in the eyes of many Demon Sect disciples, but they did not dare to take the lead due to the power of the elders of the sect, so he spotted a group of young monks and said warmly: "Little guys, what are you still doing? Young people, if there is a better way, you should go and take a look instead of wasting your life here, come here." His words gave courage to the low-level monks. The Demon Sect had no loyalty to begin with, but now with the support of this mysterious and terrifying power, all the Xuan Xuan cultivators flew towards Song Yan. People have a tendency to follow the crowd, and so do monks. Soon, many monks who were loyal to the sect and didn't know why they were standing there all came behind Song Yan. There are only a dozen or so people left. The leader said coldly: "As an envoy of an ancient tribe, I destroyed a large sect of a country for an unfounded reason. If this news comes out, the rest of the country will be shaken! Today is just because the sect leader believed in you and came to see you, so you were attacked by you. If our sect activates the formation in advance, you may not be able to succeed easily! Although we have not been able to launch a large formation, will the next time the Yuguo sect meets you people of the ancient clan, will it be the same as before? " "Unfounded?" Song Yan snorted coldly and said, "Are you an elder of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect? Do you really think it's okay for you to worship fire?" The elder said: "My Demon Sect's Kung Fu method is designed to achieve rapid progress, even if it has some side effects, it is normal!" Song Yan glanced at Mu Chaoyang, who was already burning and had lost his voice, as well as Mu Chaoyang's confidants, and said, "What about them?" The elder said: "It's just that I went crazy and suffered a backlash!" Normally, the powerful ancient people would only be angry after hearing these words, and would immediately kill the person in front of them, because such people are really stubborn. But there was a strange look in Song Yan's eyes. He sensed something was wrong. "I didn't expect that there is someone as loyal and loyal as you in the Demon Sect. This is something I didn't expect." After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the other elder who had already stood behind him, and asked, "Do you think he is right?" The elder stared forward and said sternly: "Elder Feng, have you lost your mind and gone crazy? The envoy said that there is something wrong with the fire. I think about it carefully and I feel that it is indeed groundless. Why are you insisting?" The elder said: "Elder Zhao! This fire is the source of our practice. If you lose it, you will lose the future of cultivation and the path of cultivation! Do we still have time to start over?"
Elder Feng is the elder standing opposite Song Yan. Elder Zhao was standing behind Song Yan. Elder Zhao looked at Song Yan carefully. Song Yan said directly: "Those who can't cultivate to the end are just making wedding clothes for others. This fire burns your lives, but it makes others happy." Elder Zhao was stunned for a moment, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very possible that this was the case. Elder Feng on the other side said sternly: "Don't listen to his nonsense! This fire is the foundation of our Fire Worshiping Demon Sect and the foundation of the Snow Kingdom! Whoever touches it will destroy our Demon Sect and our Snow Kingdom!" Everyone born and raised here, no matter who wants to destroy the country, we must resist, even the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is no exception! outside! " As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Feng shot towards Song Yan like crazy, thoughts weaving together into a powerful energy offensive. This was clearly a strong man in the early stage of Zifu! No wonder, to have the courage to stand opposite Song Yan must be at least in the Zifu realm. Song Yan didn't even look at him and raised his hand to grab him. There are a few missing souls in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. The next moment, cause and effect turned into evil. The evil solid needle. A needle through the heart. boom! burst! Elder Feng exploded without any surprise. Song Yan raised his hand to move Elder Feng's soul into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but then the exploded corpse and even the soul suddenly burned with tragic red flames. The monks watched all this in silence. This time, everyone saw it clearly. The fire was set on Elder Feng's body. Song Yan waved his hand, and souls flew out from the flags, chasing the monks behind Elder Feng. Thrilling but brilliant fireworks soon exploded in the sky. After a moment, Song Yan looked at Elder Zhao, who was still in shock, and said calmly: "Take me to search the Demon Sect's secret place. I want to find the center of the formation." Elder Zhao nodded hurriedly. Song Yan then looked at Zifu who was coming with him and said: "Arrange the testing of the Soul Jade Slips, and then let these disciples move westward in advance. Two-way selection, let them go to a suitable sect again." The Zifu hurriedly said respectfully: "Yes!" After seeing how terrifying this ancient genius was, he completely changed his attitude.
And this scene will also be known to the top leaders of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. This is also the reason why Song Yan uses soul blast spells from beginning to end. He wanted to prove to himself again: he was the reincarnation of Feng Chengzi, but he just lost his memory. However, something was wrong with Elder Feng, which made him realize that the demon monk had really done a lot of things in the past fifty years, and the sacrifice of the demon infants of the Fire Worship Demon Sect was indeed a core part of its layout. Now, everything he has done is most likely known to the Demon Monk. Because the ancient clan has a lot of earth profound energy, it is easy to send messages. He and the Demon Monk may be the only two beings in the world who still control the power of the King of Demons. However, after he transformed into a ghost, he could not let ordinary ghosts leave the body, but the demon monk could use it to his fullest. The devil knows how many demons it has created, how many people it has taken away, and how many people it has infiltrated in the past fifty years. If a high realm exists, the demon monk will bewitch you. At a low level, it is transformed and penetrated. The demon monk has no soul and is not a human being. It is just a strange cause and effect caused by the obsession of suffering and the evil thoughts from outside the world. How can it still have any humanity at all? How is it possible that you still have a little bit of Taoism? It took away the body of the Insect King, not so much that it took away the body, but rather that it completely distorted the soul of the Insect King through its own weird cause and effect. The Insect King is actually still an Insect King, but he is just an Insect King whose own cause and effect has been suppressed by the Demon Monk. In this case, the demon monk naturally gave full play to his role and spread his ghosts all over the world. Fortunately, the divine jade slip detection allowed Song Yan to detect the hidden aura of the ghost. The next day, he actually found twenty-six demons among the disciples of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect. Song Yan killed them casually, and then continued to search for the center of the sacrifice array. "That boy, I already know who he is. He is in the Snow Country. He is as cunning as one of our own kind. Without any information and completely unaware of your existence, he actually went crazy to kill the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect! I got the news that he has killed Mu Riyang, and he is searching for the center of the sacrifice array! Although it is only one of the nine formations, it is the most important one. I'm still on the road and can't make it in time. Now, if you don't show some real skills, I'm afraid everything will be ruined! " The demon monk hurriedly communicated with a certain communicator. After a long time, a faint voice came.
“Send someone from the Purple Mansion Realm to Ice Mirror Soul Threshold. I'll borrow his body first. " The demon monk said: "Do you really think I am omnipotent? I can't control the Zifu Realm. Now it's time for you to find a way." A faint voice said: "Who is he?" The demon monk said: "Tang Han. However, his name before taking over the body should be Song Yan. He also pretended to be Zhang Han." After leaving the Soul Thrust of the King of Insects, the Demon Monk had already used his identity as the Insect King to follow the clues and figure out many things. "Tang Han? Zhang Han? Song Yan? I understand. In this case, there is no rush, but we can't let him continue to destroy. You and others, please come to the Ice Mirror Wasteland." The faint voice responded, and then disappeared. movement. The blue ice edges reflected countless broken scenes like a kaleidoscope, and something seemed to be beating violently at the end of the deep darkness. Bang! Bang! Bang! The terrifying and magical sound beat regularly. If there were an ordinary monk here, each sound would be enough to break his heart and bleed to death. It was a huge "egg" that looked like a chicken egg, but this "egg" was not for breeding, but for sealing. The closure inside and outside completely sealed the foreign objects inside. There were obviously many foreign objects, but there were fewer and fewer "active" ones now. Even if they were still struggling frantically, they could not escape. It was only a matter of time before they were completely digested. But on one side of the giant egg, a strange black smoke suddenly slid out. The black smoke was like a snake, swimming through the secret realm of the kaleidoscope ice edge, slowly going out, and came to another ice field. There were corpses or living bodies frozen on the ice field. Those who can come here are at least Crimson Palace Realm cultivators, and once they encounter the snow state in the three states of the tumor realm, they will not die, but will only be frozen in cause and effect, and sleep here in a weird state. This black smoke is naturally the existence of the Heavenly Demon System in the "Second Layer of the Sea of Bitterness" - the Nine-Child Demon Mother. Although its main body cannot be separated, it can separate a wisp of breath and escape in an emergency. Before, it wanted to occupy the body of a Purple Mansion cultivator to go out, but there was no such body. So, it had to come to this frozen ice and snow to find a suitable body. Like the demon monk, it has no soul, so the prerequisite for it to find a target is that the other party must be alive. However, the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold has been closed for many years, and it is really not easy to find a suitable body in it. After a search, it stopped above a frozen body. Below it, there was a long-legged female cultivator. Wearing a pure silver sword robe, with long hair and eyes wide open The Nine-Child Demon Mother stared at the body seriously, her sight could penetrate the surface of the body, reach the depths of the soul, and see the frozen cause and effect.
As she watched, she seemed to have made a decision and plunged down suddenly. The ice and snow that could freeze cause and effect could not affect it at all. The black smoke penetrated into the frozen soil and drilled into the ears and nose of the female cultivator. In a moment Bang! The frozen soil shattered. The female cultivator stepped out. "Su Yao? In the middle stage of the Crimson Palace? She actually has a causal relationship with Song Yan. It's fate." "This body is almost at the end of its life, but because of the frozen soil, has it slightly extended its lifespan? If I hadn't had no choice, I really wouldn't have chosen you." A moment "Well, it's not completely useless. There's actually a trace of the ancient clan's soul inheritance in this body. This inheritance aura is quite familiar. Let me see what's going on." Another moment. "Oh, it turns out to be the Lingbo ancient clan. Then I made the right choice. Hehehe, what a poor little guy. Let me reopen this sealed soul inheritance for you." "In this way, you can be better used by me!" With a strange laugh, the silver-robed female cultivator was surrounded by black air. The black air seemed to have broken some seal in her body, making her posture even more strangely light and agile, like a gust of wind, a pool of water, dancing softly. A knife can cut paper and iron, but it cannot cut water. Even if the water is temporarily cut off, it will recover quickly and continue to flow. The innate soul inheritance of the Lingbo ancient clan is like water. No matter what force attacks them, they will circumvent it like water, so they can't be really hit at all. Even when facing those attacks such as cause and effect tracking that are sure to hit, they can also divert the attack by throwing away their belongings. This is the terrible talent of the Lingbo ancient clan. It's not about the physique, not about cultivation, but about light and agile dodging. After opening up the inheritance, the demon mother Su Yao walked on this frozen land again. Although her body is only in the middle stage of the crimson palace, the power hidden in her soul is a breath of the nine-son demon mother. If the demon monk at the obsession level is actually corresponding to the divine infant, then the nine-son demon mother will only be above it!
You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. The demon mother Su Yao will not go out rashly. If the Snow Country formation must be destroyed, then destroy it. Anyway, although the formation is very important, there are more than one, and more than nine. Those formations have long been distributed all over this continent. The thousand-year layout is not so easy to break. It borrows the power of the demon monk, but it does not rely entirely on the demon monk. At this time, as she walked, the many dead monks under the frozen soil appeared one by one. They had many storage bags hidden on their bodies, some of which could still be seen even through the ice layer, and these storage bags must contain various resources. However, Demon Mother Su Yao did not care about these resources at all, because... there are better and more suitable ones. That is the entire inheritance of the Lingbo Ancient Clan! She just knew it. Because she just witnessed the demise of the Lingbo Ancient Clan with her own eyes! A correct version in the 16-9 book and 1 forum! After a long time, Demon Mother Su Yao came to the outermost secret realm of the Soul Threshold. Two black smoke hands spread forward, grabbing the edge of the secret realm that was about to be completely opened and pulling it hard. Boom! Boom boom boom! More bitter sea breath rushed out. Along with it, the soul threshold breath was released! The Ice Mirror Soul Threshold was completely born, born ahead of time! After doing this, Demon Mother Su Yao quickly walked into the next secret realm. That secret realm was a secret realm with many mansions. It was obvious that people had lived here before, but now they were all gone. As Su Yao, the demon mother, stepped in, many of the furniture in the mansion turned into dust. In the darkness, there were strange figures occupied by the evil spirits, but they seemed to be afraid, and quickly moved away as Su Yao, the demon mother, approached. Soon, Su Yao, the demon mother, bent down and picked up a wooden sign. The wooden sign shone brightly, as if sensing something, and a moment later, an old sigh came from inside. ‘I never thought that after such a long time, I could still meet someone from my clan. Come with me.’ Fire Worship Demon Sect, Secret Realm. In the red bonfire, all kinds of debris were burning.
The flames drilled in and out of the seven orifices of the skull, and the dazzling light made the dark wilderness flicker. Song Yan scanned the surroundings and soon found the core of the so-called “Lihuo Huasheng Formation”. Raised his hand. Destruction! The core of the formation was shattered, and the veins that spread out gradually turned from the original red to dark. Song Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked around vigilantly. Just as he was thinking, Tang Xiaoxuan's voice suddenly sounded: The Ice Mirror Soul Threshold has been opened, and it has been opened at this time! Whether it is Tang Xiaoxuan or the Ningxin Patriarch, they naturally left a communicative idea in Song Yan's body. Song Yan thought for a while and responded: "Where is the treasure picker?" Tang Xiaoxuan said: "I have found it and it is on the way now. The evil treasure is precious and it is in my clan. I can't just sit and watch this opportunity slip away! However, now that the demon clan is coming, this Ice Mirror Soul Threshold is almost like the front line. I plan to gather the people of my clan first, gather here, and wait and see what happens." Song Yan said: "I'll come right away." He has already sensed the demon monk. Perhaps, the Ice Realm Soul Threshold is where he and the demon monk will fight. This is actually not safe, but this time, it is really difficult for him to retreat. If he cannot fight back even with the help of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, then no matter where he hides, the demon monk will chase him recklessly and then swallow him up. Tang Xiaoxuan suddenly said, "You can kill Mu Lieyang in seconds, which is really beyond my expectation. With only the early stage of Purple Mansion, you can kill the late stage in seconds, which is really a peerless genius. If we really fight, if there is any problem, you can retreat if you can. Our clan can lose anyone, but you can't lose you. With such opportunities and talents, you will definitely be a chance for our clan to rise completely in the future!" Song Yan asked, "Is Ancestor Ning Xin coming?" Tang Xiaoxuan said, "Ancestor Ning Xin is the last barrier of our ancient clan. She will not go anywhere. If the war is not going well, you will go to find her as soon as you leave. Then break through with peace of mind by her side, and practice the secret technique of our clan "Hundred Phases of Life and Death" as soon as possible, and then don't go out without breaking the divine infant!" Song Yan narrowed his eyes and responded, "I know, clan leader." Immediately, he searched the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect for a while. Although he didn't find soul treasures, he found many soul weapons. He directly released the evil souls stored in the soul weapons and absorbed them all into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. In this way, the evil spirits consumed by Elder Feng and others in killing Mu Lieyang were not only fully replenished, but also increased by a lot. A few months later Ice Mirror Wasteland.
On one side, there were empty boats standing in a forest, and there were cultivators in each circle of formations. These cultivators included cultivators from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, the Night King Ancient Clan, cultivators from hundreds of sects in the two countries, and some cultivators from the surrounding ancient countries who were quickly sent to support. On one side, there were groups of demons, and the surging breath covered the sky. The demons were of different sizes, the big ones were like small mountains, and the small ones were only as big as human arms. These many scattered demons gathered together, and the demon shadows alone were terrifying. And around the demon shadows, there were also many cultivators gathered, and those cultivators were all from the subordinate sects of the Mountain and Sea Demon Kingdom. And Tang Xiaoxuan had already done the "mobilization work", and at this time, all the cultivators had a fiery fighting spirit in their eyes. This is their home. Here, they were born and raised, and it was also enough to bury them. They couldn't retreat, because monks, like mortals, had countries. Destruction! The monks felt deeply hurt when they thought of such words, because it not only meant that their land would be invaded, but also that their fellow disciples, teachers, relatives, friends, Taoist partners, descendants and even families would all be destroyed. The blazing fighting spirit was about to soar into the sky, and the light emitted by the treasures had formed a glittering light area here. On the demon side, all kinds of strange auras were intertwined, including poisonous gas, charm gas, miasma, golden light, and light gas of unknown function floating up and down, and you could vaguely see spiders weaving webs and giant elephants roaring. The demon monk was calm on the surface, but he actually began to panic in his heart. It really didn't want to make such a big scene! But somehow, the scene became so big. But soon, it became excited and proud again, secretly saying: 'It really deserves to be my masterpiece. ' Behind this chaos, it contributed a lot of power. Over the years, it has been using "bewitching" and "accomplices" to plant the seeds of unrest, and now all these seeds have sprouted, grown leaves, and blossomed! Its eyes have been fixed on a young man on the opposite camp's airship. The young man is also looking at it. In the battle between thousands of troops far beyond the ordinary, perhaps everyone has their own ulterior motives and wants something. But these two only have eyes for each other. Song Yan sat on a seat in the central airship, with his black hair loose, and a beautiful woman was sitting on his left leg. The beautiful woman was picking up a spiritual fruit and putting it into the mouth of the old man of the Wuxiang ancient clan. She laughed, but there was a tremor in her laughter. Song Yan hugged her waist and said lightly: "Don't be nervous." The charming female cultivator said softly: "I'm not nervous around you, sir."
Song Yan comforted the female cultivator "Don't be nervous", and his own nervousness naturally dissipated. But who wouldn't be nervous in such a battle? There are too many variables in this kind of battle between cultivators, and no one can guarantee that they won't die, and in addition. His eyes fell on the ice wilderness not far away. In the center of the smooth frozen soil, a tumor entrance has already emitted strange fluctuations without concealment. The soul threshold is nearby! Both Tang Xiaoxuan and Ye Wuzheng were afraid that someone would take advantage of the battle to steal the evil treasure in the soul threshold, so they both tacitly arranged the battlefield here. In this way, the soul threshold is right in front of them, and anyone who wants to enter will be seen clearly. This adds to the complexity of this battle. Song Yan buried his head in the female cultivator's hair, gently sniffing the fragrance of her hair, and his restless palm teased the female cultivator and made her giggle. When the female cultivator smiled, he would also relax. Buddha picked up the flower in front of him and smiled, because he was happy, but he would be happy because of the female cultivator in front of him. Immediately, his eyes fell on the demon monk in the distance, with a bit of contempt and disdain in his expression. The demon monk covered the insect body with a red robe, sneered and remained unmoved. It was tense and ready to go. Song Yan relaxed his whole body, teasing the female cultivator, being affectionate as if no one was around, and became happier. Of course The ancient clan and the mountain and sea monster clan have always had many grudges. It is definitely not just Song Yan and the demon monk who are staring at each other, there are also many people staring at their opponents and enemies in the opposite camp. Tang Xiaoxuan sat calmly on the empty boat in front, glancing at the weather at this time. He was waiting for the night. Because at night, the ancient clan of the Night King can exert its greatest power. But Ye Suiyun would not give them such an opportunity. He floated close to the side of Vilanpo and whispered a few words. Vilanpo seemed impatient, and suddenly turned into a dark flying rock, floating up into the air, saying in a strange voice: "Let's settle the grudge between the ancient tribe and the demon tribe from today!" Tang Xiaoxuan slammed the table and stood up, saying: "Those who invade my land and eat my people are not my kind, and their hearts must be killed. You. Deserve to die!!" After that, he suddenly activated the formation and said sternly: "If you have the ability, come in!" Swish, swish, swish, swish The formations were opened one after another. The human race is good at combining treasures, formations and other offensives. If you don't care about anything and rush over to fight with the demons, you are sick.
"My lord, you." The hand of the beautiful female cultivator holding Song Yan's neck has slowly loosened, because she thinks Song Yan should go up. Song Yan smiled faintly: "No hurry." Immediately, he leaned back comfortably and raised his hand to eat the mysterious fruit on the table beside him. Everyone has a favorite way, a habitual way to calm down and warm up the fighting spirit. For example, playing chess, drinking tea, sharpening knives, etc. But Song Yan's hobby is women. The seven emotions and six desires are all true self, and the so-called six desires are nothing more than six desires. Greed for beauty, greed for beautiful sounds, greed for fragrance, greed for food, greed for comfort, greed for pleasure. The joy of all living beings all comes from this. And women can completely bring him these six desires. Song Yan closed his eyes and sniffed the fragrance of the beautiful female cultivator again, only to feel that his whole body was more and more in a state of six desires. As if it was not enough, he waved to a female cultivator next to him. The female cultivator also came closer, bringing different fragrances and different praises, and at the same time, she pressed against him from behind and began to massage his shoulders slowly. If these two female cultivators had not known that this ancient cultivator was the Wuxiang ancient clan genius who had just destroyed the leader of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, they would have thought that this was a useless second-generation ancestor who came to mix battlefield experience. "Sir, you are so awesome" "Sir, don't." The two women groaned, and the fight in the distance was about to break out. The demons began to charge the formation! In the void, the buzzing sound of insects soon descended, like a sudden rain, hitting the formation shield. The surface of the shield, which seemed like a waveless ancient well, suddenly rippled, and from time to time, the talismans of the human cultivators shot out, setting off balls of fire in the air. But these insects were not afraid of the flames at all, and continued to go deeper, while cultivators began to break out of the formation shield, waving the mysterious treasure to manifest various energies, and repelling those deep-going insects, just like a small group of harassing enemy cavalry released in the city defense checkpoint. With the formation shield, you can attack or defend. But the insects on the demon side were not injured, and their offensive was overwhelming, as if a huge hand covering the sky was slapping the hundreds of formation shields of the ancient cultivators here. Then, the demons and monks of the demon clan all moved. The fighting between the two sides went further. The Night King Ancient Clan did not move out, they were all waiting for nightfall. Tang Xiaoxuan naturally supported himself, raised his hand to offer the stake, and when he swung it, the stake was a hundred feet long, and wherever it was pressed, there were casualties, but after just two hands, it was blocked by a roll of black wind. Tang Xiaoxuan raised his head and met Vilanpo's gaze.
The two of them rose tacitly and fought. The remaining purple mansion monks and demons also fought against each other. As for the crimson palace, there was a melee. The demon monk pushed everyone aside and stared at Song Yan. But Song Yan sat in the middle of the army calmly, amusing the female monks without rushing, laughing. "My lord, you are annoying." "My lord, are you coming again?" Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it was night. The moonlight and frost were like flying hail in the sky. The Night King Ancient Clan also took action. This time, the two sides became more tragic. And many cultivators began to be exhausted, and deaths began to occur. More and more people died That night, Song Yan was having sex with two beautiful female cultivators on the bloody battlefield, and he was very happy, and his spirit was rising rapidly. When dawn came, the two women collapsed limply, and Song Yan sniffed. He smelled blood and death. He raised his hand, took out two pills to restore vitality and fed them to the two women, then patted the two women and said, "Help me send a letter to Mount Guye." After saying that, he really took out the letter. The two women received the letter and quickly escaped from the battlefield. Song Yan then stretched his body lazily, grabbed the blood-red Ten Thousand Souls Banner from the void, stretched out his left hand, and put on the glove inlaid with eight white cave crystal jades on his palm. The next moment, his expression suddenly became stern, and the word "氪" circulated frantically on his palm, connecting with the "Soul White Cave Crystal Jade" to form the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner Sacrifice Array". "Come!!" He raised his hand. The soul that had been brought by the battle for almost a day and a night suddenly felt a strong gravitational force, and came towards him, and then immediately entered the banner and became his power!