In the face of the crisis, not only did everyone not unite, but they split again and fought each other. It seems a bit ridiculous, but it is actually common sense.

Because, in the eyes of many people, they should not have had such a catastrophe, it was all caused by Zhao Zhicheng and his party.

Now, the situation is dangerous to such a situation, if you are going to die, then before you die, it is better to repay your kindness and revenge, and you will not be able to die!

"Your words are simple, everyone knows what the truth is!" A young man in black stepped forward, black mist surging all over his body, extremely cold, and every step he fell, the void was faintly frozen.

"Is it over?"

Zhao Zhicheng swept away coldly, and said coldly, "Okay, whoever wants to settle accounts, you can go forward to fight, if you don't want to escape, I'll send you to **** first!"

His words were full of murderous intent, but they didn't frighten anyone. As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black snorted coldly.

"Hey!"

The man in black flicked his fingers, and the black light shot out, and then quickly enlarged, like an upside-down mountain.

The thick black mist churned, and the jet-black mountain peaks, revealing a magical nature, hit Zhao Zhicheng in front of them.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Zhicheng's expression was indifferent, and he stretched out his big hand again. The big golden hand was like a diamond, and the mountain peaks that were slapped with just one slap shattered and turned into powder.

But the next moment he changed color.

A sharp sword light flashed across the void, he shouted and stepped back suddenly, but his clothes were still cut, a sleeve fluttered down, and blood oozes from his arms.

"kill!"

Dozens of people came to attack and kill, but they gave up breaking the siege and only wanted to drag Zhao Zhicheng and his party into the water before they died.

In this situation, even Zhao Zhicheng's fourteen near-sages' faces changed drastically.

The heaven and the earth trembled, as if thousands of troops were galloping, dozens of great powers shot, and the movement was extremely vast.

Zhao Zhicheng cursed in a low voice, and could only take a step and rush up. It is impossible to retreat, because there is no retreat.

In the four directions, there are ancient beasts with huge statures, powerful and powerful, striding in the void, neither hurried nor slow, as if strolling in the courtyard, quite leisurely and casual.

It's just that the encirclement is gradually closing, and people's pressure is getting bigger and bigger.

Not everyone is willing to be buried here, most people still choose to break through, however, it is too tragic, almost no one succeeds, the sky is full of blood and mist explodes, and many people have no bones.

In such a scene, the survivors who watched it were cold all over, like falling into an ice cave.

"Is there really no hope at all?" Even Lin Feng frowned, feeling very troubled.

"hold head high!"

At this moment, the dragon yin shook the sky, ringing in everyone's ears.

Lin Feng turned his head and saw that the eastern sky was burning like fire, the red light was extremely bright, and the pierced person's eyes were so painful that they could hardly open.

"That is......"

Lin Feng changed color.

On the horizon, the silver dragon hovered like a python, trapping the red stove, its body was exerting force, strangling frantically, its scales shrank, and the stove made a clanging sound, as if the mountains were roaring, tsunamis, and lightning. thunder.

The red-haired middle-aged man disappeared.

Perhaps, he has fallen into a disadvantage and hid in the furnace to protect himself.

"Crack!"

The crimson stove made a crisp sound, and then there was a huge crack in this holy artifact. Those who noticed this scene all died.