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On this day, the three major sects of the righteous way and the three sects of the Demon Sect almost found the location of the treasure house of the emperor. Faced with the situation of too many monks and too little food, everyone was extremely jealous and polite, and directly fought in the sea of ​​flowers in front of the treasure house. There was a ball.

For a moment, the murderous aura shot up to the sky in the sea of ​​flowers, the blood was filled, and the wind gusts, even the scorching sun in the sky seemed to be deterred by the murderous aura that shot straight into the sky, and hid behind the dark clouds.

Across the stone gate, Zhang Leng smiled coldly, opened a space door with a wave of his hand, stepped into it, and arrived at the headquarters of the Blood Refining Hall in the Wanbat Ancient Grotto.

At this moment, there are densely packed disciples of the Blood Refining Hall gathered in the cave. Looking at it briefly, there are no less than 800 of them!

Everyone is stately, ready to go, the atmosphere in the field is extremely solemn, almost stagnant!

Zhang Han glanced at everyone, his eyes fell on the old man, and he ordered, "Boss, you and the abomination lead 100 people to the death swamp, and no one can escape from it! Especially the disciples of the three major sects of the Demon Sect, not one will be left behind! "

"I would like to obey the master's order!" Nian Boda and the others all bowed in response.

Zhang Han waved his hand to open a space door, and after the elders, hatred and others filed in, he said to Qinglong and the female death, "Among the three major sects of the demon sect, the poison god is the oldest, and he is an old fox. The strength is the strongest. However, the ghost king's city is extremely deep, his mind is unpredictable, and his strength is slightly inferior. These two factions are not easy to deal with.

After all the calculations, only the Acacia faction is the weakest and easier to attack.You lead the rest of the people to attack the Hehuan faction, be sure to annex it in one go, and don't leave any hidden dangers! "

"En!" Qinglong nodded.

In the past few years, Qinglong's three cultivators of Buddhism, Taoism and magic have grown extremely fast, and have already touched the threshold of the Taiqing Realm.

Coupled with the strength of the top magic weapon Qiankun Qingguang Ring and Soul Devouring Fan, as well as the spirit clone, among the several big puppets, apart from the illusion, it is Qinglong who came from behind and has the strongest cultivation base.

With the strength of Qinglong, it is more than enough to deal with Mrs. Sanmiao of the Hehuan faction.

Zhang Han pointed to the doorway of the space, "I have never been to Xiaoyaojian, the headquarters of the Hehuan faction, so I can't parachute you there. However, Xiaoyaojian, Huqi Mountain, and the Poisonous Snake Valley where the Wandumen are located are all in the southwest. Fly over the swamp, and the distance will be much shorter."

Qinglong didn't speak, waved to the people behind him, and walked in first, followed by the disciples of the Blood Refining Hall, and stepped through the space door one after another.

The cave, which was bustling just now, became deserted in an instant. Only Zhang Han stood in the same place. Not far away, the huge stone engraved with the three characters Necromancer Abyss was emitting white light, silently shining on the cave, as if witnessing the refining process. The rise and fall of the blood hall.

In Nei Ze of Death, at the top of the giant tree, the two Taoists, Zheng and Mo, have completely turned red eyes, almost going crazy.Every now and then, someone fell down, and then someone else made up for it alive, continuing to fight.

Those who come to hunt for treasure are all the elite disciples of the various sects, the pillars of the future, even if Zhang Han does nothing, after this battle, the major sects will lose two or three levels of strength.

After an unknown amount of time, a high-pitched whistling sound came into my ears.

At this moment, the people, who were covered in blood and almost lost their minds in fighting, suddenly felt something in their hearts, looked up at the sky, and suddenly found that a giant bird with a size of several hundred meters appeared in the sky above their heads, singing continuously.

A huge shadow shrouded the people like covering the sky and the sun. The hill-like figure alone made people feel horrified and paled in horror.

"Yellow bird?!"

"It's a yellow bird! I've seen it from an ancient book that I only have at home."

"Could it be that this beast also came for the treasures in the Heavenly Emperor's treasury?"

Unknowingly, the crowd had stopped fighting, and the members of the same sect gathered together, guarding against others, and at the same time pointing and pointing at the yellow bird, talking a lot.

The black water black snake was adopted by Zhang Han as a mount, and the yellow bird lost all enemies, so it transferred all the hostility to everyone. It flapped its giant wings, rolled up a howling hurricane, and rushed straight down.

Facing the attack of the yellow bird, the righteous and the devil could not care about other things, and they sacrificed the magic weapon flying swords, turned them into colorful rays of light, and fought together.

The dark clouds rumbled in the sky, getting lower and lower, thunder and lightning rumbled, and the sound shook the sky.

The sound of rolling thunder and high-pitched neighing resounded through the sky and the earth, and the lights of various magical treasures shone and reflected each other.Violently colliding with each other, the terrifying shock force turned into a overwhelming hurricane, sweeping and tearing everything around, as if the end of the world had come.

The giant tree trembled more violently, as if it was also trembling from this bloody fight.

Even the branches and giant leaves at the top were torn apart by the raging wind, cut off tens of meters, and turned into fragments and powder scattered in the sky and the earth.

Even if there are many enemies, the yellow bird is not afraid at all. When the giant wings flap, it is often accompanied by violent hurricanes that sweep down the sky and cover the sky. The monks whose cultivation level is not in the upper Qing Dynasty can only use magic weapons to defend themselves with all their strength. More than enough, but no power to fight back.

The only ones who can really fight against Huang Niao are the elders of the various sects.

It's just that their attack power still seems to be lacking. It is often several times in a row that they can cut through the hard feathers of the yellow bird, and the attacks that hurt its body are almost rare.

第四五六章，降临

After fighting for a long time, the two sides gradually fell into a stalemate.

Relying on the advantages of its large size and strong body, the yellow bird will not dodge or dodge most of the attacks. Every time it swings its giant wings and claws, it will be culled in a gust of wind and rain.

The righteous and evil people below, because they have to take care of the weaker disciples, the elders also defend more than attack, the counterattack is not very strong, and they can't break through the defense of the beast, and they are extremely aggrieved for a while!

Zhang Han hid in the depths of the clouds, quietly staring at the battle below, his blood-colored pupils carefully scanned every corner of the audience, and he couldn't help frowning secretly, "Could it be that the ghost king doesn't plan to capture the yellow bird? If that's the case, can That's trouble!"

The main purpose of attracting people here with the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury is to attract the ghost king. Now that the ghost king doesn't show up, he can only sigh secretly. It seems that the Blood Refining Hall is destined to fight the ghost king sect head-on!

Not long after, the fight reached its height, and under the weight of Huang Niao, the three factions of the righteous way and the three sects of the Demon Sect formed two battle groups tacitly, and divided into two directions to besiege Huang Niao.

Facing the overwhelming sword rain and precious light, the mighty physical body still couldn't resist. The originally bright feathers dimmed a lot and fell off countless times. There were dozens of shallow or deep scars on the abdomen and giant wings, and the blood flow continued.

After being injured, the yellow bird became more ferocious, and its shrill and high-pitched song pierced through the dark clouds, and it swayed far above the empty dead marsh.

The giant beak and sharp claws attacked everyone frequently, almost desperately fighting for their lives. The ferocious and fierce aura was much higher than before.

During the fierce battle, Jin Ping'er, who was protected by a group of brothers and sisters, suddenly stared down at the sea of ​​flowers in the distance.

At this moment, under the terrifying power of the shock and the raging wind, the sea of ​​flowers has long been in a mess, and fallen flowers are everywhere.

However, even in this ruined scene, there is a small flower garden that is still flourishing, competing for beauty, which is a bit strange!

"Could it be that someone is lying in ambush there, sitting and watching me fight that beast, preparing to be the last oriole?"

Jin Ping'er's brows were affectionate, the corners of his mouth were smiling, his eyes were full of water, and suddenly he formed a magic formula, a purple light flashed from his sleeve, turned into a sharp light, and slashed towards the left wing of the yellow bird.

Although Jin Ping'er has not yet reached the supernatural state, but the Zimang Blade is the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, extremely sharp, and its power is no less than Lu Xueqi's Divine Sword Tianya.

In an instant, an inconspicuous purple light stood out from among the colorful lights, struck on the left wing of the yellow bird, and disappeared in a flash.

Compared with the giant wings hundreds of meters long, the wound caused by the purple light blade is extremely small, but it penetrates extremely deep into the flesh. The painful yellow bird screamed up to the sky and fell into a rage.

Jin Ping'er stretched out her jade-like white palm, and with a light stroke, the Zimang blade instantly detached from Huang Niao's left wing and flew back into the sleeve.

The yellow bird's giant eyes opened and closed, and followed the purple light to find the murderer who attacked him. There was an astonishing cruel killing intent in his eyes, and suddenly he closed his wings, regardless of the surrounding attacks, and swooped down towards Jin Ping'er .

Facing the huge monster swooping down like a storm, Jin Ping'er not only didn't get nervous, but giggled twice, her delicate body flashed, like a goose-yellow slender cloud, she rushed straight towards the blooming flowers.

The yellow bird let out a clear whistle, shook its giant wings, and followed closely behind Jin Ping'er, with a frightening momentum, as if vowing to tear it to pieces before giving up!

It was too late to say that, Jin Ping'er's figure flashed with lightning, and she saw that her shoulder was about to be grabbed by the giant yellow bird's claws, but she had already flown over the flowerbed, and there was a red light flashing in the corner of her eye.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Above the flowers, bursts of red light burst out suddenly, connecting them together in an instant, and an ancient tripod with a red body appeared in the sky above the head. It was the treasure of the Ghost King Sect, the Fulong Ding!

There was a person standing on the Fulongding, with a calm expression, chanting words in his mouth, and the mysterious incantation slowly echoed on the top of the giant tree.