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"Please, save me!"

Several monks who were only in the Qi refining period were lying in a sea of ​​blood, in pain.

The hot demon blood on the ground stained their bodies and began to burn like fire on their bodies.

Just as Xiao Wu was about to speak, he saw that the monks who had spoken before were burned in the blink of an eye, leaving only their skeletons.

A large intestine fell from above and fell into the sea of ​​blood, instantly turning the skeletons into dust.

"why……"

Xiao Wu followed Song Siming closely, looking at the countless tragedies in the world.

It formed an extreme contrast with the Tianjiao battle that was still dueling on the mirror screen.

She looked up at the blazing flames on the horizon and thought of many things.

The father who died in the catastrophe of the Qinglian Sword Sect, disliked her for being a daughter but silently saved her dowry.

A remote mortal town that I have always despised but can never go back to.

As well as her senior brothers and sisters in the sect who treated her like family.

Why is this happening?

Xiao Wu looked at the God of Death acting recklessly in his eyes.

I don't understand why it suddenly became like this.

Compared with Xiao Wu, Song Siming seemed very calm.

He led Xiao Wu to avoid countless crises and kept moving towards the teleportation array.

After all, Song Siming also participated in the Yongcangzhou Behemoth War.

The current scale is, to be honest, comparable to the wars of the past not so far away.

It's just that the nature of the two is different.

The ancient spirit army fought back and forth with the opponent, all fighting for their own interests or purposes.

But what was in front of us was a battle, rather it was just an out-and-out massacre.

Just as Na Xiyin said in the past, the human race cannot organize itself at all to fight a war like theirs like the Ancient Spirit Army.

If there was, it would have been thousands of years ago.

At this time, the Qinglian Sword continued to break through the miasma that filled the eyes.

This sword is indeed the spiritual sword of Qinglian Sword Immortal.

Even if Song Siming couldn't exert his full power, he would face this miasma that caused countless cultivators headaches.

Just like light falling into darkness, the miasma cannot stop it at all.

And those demon cultivators who are far more powerful than Song Siming.

Whenever they see the Green Lotus Sword in Song Siming's hand, they will show fear and are unwilling to step forward to fight with Song Siming.

Otherwise, Song Siming's career would not have been so smooth.

"Don't think so wildly, it will be fine!"

Song Siming shouted to Xiao Wu loudly.

Use the Green Lotus Sword to split the incoming demonic flames.

And avoid countless falling bodies in the low altitude.

The rain of blood kept pouring down, and there were gusts of dark wind blowing against my face.

Song Siming walked calmly in the air, and the journey was extremely thrilling.

Xiao Wu didn't remember Song Siming. After all, his aura and appearance were far different from before.

Only if Song Siming acted chivalrously, otherwise she would have become a member of the sea of ​​blood and bones.

At this time, the black dragon was spitting out demonic flames, and all the Void Refining Realm cultivators took action to block the fireworks in mid-air and scatter them in all directions.

Seeing this, Song Siming had no choice but to avoid it, and immediately held the Qinglian Sword in front of him.

The blade of the sword instantly emitted a grand green light, struggling to block the wild waves of fireworks.

And the countless rocks underneath turned into powder and dispersed under the sweep of the demonic flames.

A suffocating stench, as well as a cold enough to freeze the soul, struck silently after the magic flame dissipated.

Song Siming held the Green Lotus Sword in front of him and retreated into the distance with Xiao Wu, who was in a bad state.

It would be too dangerous to rush over without dealing with the black dragon.

If you are not careful, even the Green Lotus Sword may not be able to protect them both.

Not only Song Siming thought this way, but also the practitioners who faced the black dragon.

Most of them have the important responsibility of protecting their own genius.

For the safety of the sect's geniuses, they can sacrifice their lives for the sake of their cultivation, which is already difficult to advance even half a step forward.

With this determination, several Void Refining Realm cultivators began to join forces.

Facing this demonic dragon with the remnant soul of a real dragon, a fierce battle began in the sky.

Many practitioners similarly see that there is no way out.

They each shouted angrily and fought for their lives with the demon cultivators who rushed over.

"Princess Qing, let's see who kills more people, shall we?"

Ao Yao had transformed into a pure white dragon at this time, with waves of ink flying from his claws, causing the demon cultivators to separate from their flesh and bones.

There was a strong fighting spirit in her eyes, and she looked at Xiao Qing, who had also transformed into a giant green dragon, and said provocatively.

Xiao Qing ignored Ao Yao. At this time, there were several beads twining around her body.

As she moved, various five-element magical attacks continued to fall.

And the dragon ball that Xiao Qing had been holding tightly let her throw it into the air. In an instant, it emitted a dazzling green light and landed on the sea of ​​blood below.

Blood dragons jumped up rapidly from below.

Facing the demon cultivators that kept attacking, he opened his big mouth angrily and kept attacking them.

Xiao Qing's body was not idle either. Countless thick purple thunder fell in front of her, and kept falling on the charging demon cultivator.

Thunder and waves rang out, completely covering up all other movements in the world.

But not everyone is as sharp as Xiaoqing.

When Zhong Xiang of Qianluo Sect was besieged by several demon cultivators, he was stabbed in the body with a knife. Zhong Xiang spat out a large mouthful of blood in pain.

Before she could use the Emperor's Bell to fend off the enemy, two sword energy fell directly on him.

Zhong Xiang's head flew up, looking at Luo Yuan in the distance who was hysterical and trying to rush over, and struggled to squeeze out a smile.

Then it suddenly exploded in the air, and the body was chopped into countless pieces.

Dots of blood fell on Luo Yuan's face, who came a step late, causing his eyes to burst.

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

Luo Yuan picked up the three-pointed spear in his hand and pierced the demon cultivator who had cut off Zhong Xiang's head.

Seeing that the other party was still laughing, Luo Yuan angrily stabbed him dozens of times.

It was not over until the demon cultivator was stabbed to pieces.

"Junior Sister!"

Luo Yuan picked up Zhong Xiang's magic weapon, the Imperial Bell, and looked at the cracked appearance above. Boundless hatred was growing in Luo Yuan's heart.

If Xiaozhu comes back one day, how should he face Xiaozhu, who has the same sister as Zhong Xiangqing?

Luo Yuan remembered every moment of getting along with Zhong Xiang.

Then he rushed into the group of demon cultivators like crazy, charging back and forth to kill them.

There are many examples like Zhong Xiang.

Young monks kept dying here one after another.

Ding Fengtian, the prodigy of the Qiongtian Sect, was cut into two halves by a demon cultivator in the Transformation of God Realm.

The corpse was directly eaten by the demon cultivators who rushed over, and the soul was torn into countless pieces on the spot.

Yi Yangyang was already injured, but when he transformed into Qingluan, his legs were bitten off by a dragon.

In the end, he died tragically at the hands of hundreds of demon cultivators who rushed towards him.

But in the end, she chose to die and took away the hundreds of demon cultivators.

Ming Ruoqing, who was originally thinking of rescuing, froze in mid-air when she saw this scene.

As a result, a demon cultivator cut off an arm directly.

The demonic energy eroded her, causing her to scream in pain regardless of her appearance.

Even if she survives in the future, Ming Ruoqing's arms will not be able to grow back.

At this time, there were two more demonic cultivators in the Void Refining Realm, leading dozens of demonic cultivators in the Divine Transformation Realm to charge here.

The cultivators who were already having a hard time dealing with it.

I have gradually begun to be unable to hold on.

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