Wanxian League is ruthless, but Zhang Ye is even more ruthless.

Han Ling'er and Murong Hongzhuang understood Zhang Ye's thoughts, and no longer hesitated, they immediately conveyed instructions.

The Dragon Race of the Four Seas summoned the great water, the masters of the magic way are fierce, the demon tribe's army is like the world, the masters of the right way are like rain, and the fierce beasts of the hundred thousand mountains are rampant...

On the Feishengtai camp, no longer keep their hands, the eight immortals cross the sea and show their magical powers to kill the enemy with all their strength. The cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance are like paper, and they are retreating.

Top masters such as Han Ling'er, Murong Hongzhuang, and Sihailongdi killed the ancestors of the four major factions of the Wanxian League, and the ancestors of the four major factions burst out: "Good job!"

The Taoist tools that the Wanxian League also mastered were the Demon Pestle, Star Abacus, and Bright Knife. They smashed over, and the Taoist tools Suzakuyin and Donghuang Bell mastered by the Ascension Platform greeted them. Ling was beheaded by Zhang Ye, his power was greatly damaged, but he could barely use it as a Dao weapon.

In addition to the treasures of the Four Seas Dragon Race and a few top-quality sacred artifacts, the level of top-level magic weapons is evenly matched.

Immediately afterwards, the top monk also launched a close combat.

In fact, there are not so many ostentatious and deadly moves in master battles. Generally, the winner can be divided into two or two moves. Therefore, in the high altitude, the dead monks from time to time fall down like dumplings, smashing the ground. ring.

War is cruel, and some contradictions can only be resolved by war. Although both sides are fighting for their beliefs, they are fundamentally divided into justice and evil.

Zhang Ye saw this scene, although his heart was shocked, but he was also full of fighting spirit, but his cultivation level would not help to kill the enemy, so he held the magic weapon and rode the pangolin of the Beast King, escaped into the void and waited for the opportunity to kill the enemy. Taoist tool of Wanxian League.

First, Zhang Ye found the opportunity of the Star Abacus of the Middle Domain Dao Device. He escaped from the void and killed its spirit with a sword.

The Shangxuan Taoist of Xuanji Pavilion lost contact with Xingchen Abacus, was shocked, shocked the enemy, and killed Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye conquered the star abacus, and didn't even look at the Shangxuan Taoist who came over. The Shangxuan Taoist eyes were ecstatic, thinking that Zhang Ye was careless and contained the power of thunder in his hands: "Death to me!"

The white shadow flashed, A Hua stood in front of Zhang Ye and slapped a palm with the Shangxuan Taoist. A Hua retreated three feet, and the Shangxuan Taoist backed three feet.

The Taoist Shangxuan looked at Ahua in disbelief: "It's you? Why are you alive again!"

After more than a thousand years, the Shangxuan Taoist still recognized A Hua, he will remember all the prey that died in his hands, just like A Hua will never forget the hatred against the Shangxuan Taoist.

A Hua's eyes were blood red: "It's rare that you can remember me!" As soon as the voice fell, A Hua turned into a phantom and killed the Taoist Xuandao.

Today's Shangxuan Daoist has just broken through as the ancestor of One Tribulation, but Ahua is the ultimate holy artifact, a half-travel artifact, and has the two great skills of concealment and transformation, so there is no need to be afraid!

The Taoist Shangxuan took a few steps back, and he found that A Hua had disappeared. Not only did she disappear from the naked eye, she could not even perceive her spiritual thoughts!

Just when the Shangxuan Taoist was careful, he snorted. The Shangxuan Taoist's face was pale. He couldn't believe it and looked at his chest, with a hand coming out from behind, what a white and beautiful hand.

But this is not the point. The point is that there is a **** and beating heart in his hand. The Shangxuan Taoists even have some doubts, whose heart is this?

"Your heart is made of meat after all!" Ahua's voice, coldly, sounded behind the Taoist Shangxuan.

The Shangxuan Taoist looked terrified, and his mouth murmured: "My heart?" He was about to take the heart back, but Ahua exerted force on her hand and snorted. The heart shattered and splashed the Shangxuan Taoist. Bloody face.

"Since it's made of meat, why is it so cruel that even an unborn child can get rid of it!" A Hua roared with blood and tears in her eyes.

The Shangxuan Taoist loses his heart, even if he is a catastrophe, he will live for a long time, and he will die, but he is not so afraid.

The Taoist Shangxuan turned his head, looked at A Hua, just opened his mouth, blood in his mouth was pouring.

However, Shangxuan Taoist smiled blood and said: "People and dragons have different paths, this is the way of heaven, for the way of heaven, you will die without regrets!"

The Shangxuan Daoist then turned his face like hot gold, firmly holding Ahua's hand, ready to blew himself to death with Ahua, the Shangxuan Taoist looked crazy: "You have died in my hands once, I will kill you again!"

A Hua could stop the Shangxuan Daoist before he blew himself up, but he didn't do so. The monk blew himself up, he would be completely annihilated and completely annihilated in heaven and earth. This couldn't be better.

At the moment when the Shangxuan Taoist blew himself up, Ahua turned into a bone knife: "Then, for your Dao, the soul will be destroyed."

The bone knife came out from behind, and the Taoist Shangxuan looked at the cut hand with a dazed expression, but it was still a knife?

Daoist Shangxuan broke his head and didn't understand how a sword could transform into a human being, but he had no time to think, exploded, and the ancestor of a catastrophe blew himself up, and instantly emptied the monks within a few kilometers.

Zhang Ye received the star abacus and looked towards the center of the explosion. A bone knife flew up and Zhang Ye held it in his hand: "How do you feel about revenge?"

"Very good." A Hua did not feel ecstatic or lost, and replied plainly.

Zhang Ye knows why Ah Hua is like this. Now that he has completed his obsession, there is no need to waste a bit of expression on it. The wife and children who have passed away can be cherished, but the hatred that has passed away, let him go with the wind.

"Go, kill." A Hua couldn't wait, interrupting Zhang Ye's thinking.

"Alright." Zhang Ye smiled, brandishing a bone knife, and beheading the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance.

This battle consumes very quickly, but it will not end for a while. Why do you want to describe it like this? It's just because the number of monks on both sides is too large. Although countless monks die at every moment, there are more monks stepping on their corpses.

This was a catastrophe on the cultivation continent, but neither side stopped, and only fought because of faith.

Zhang Ye took the time to kill the Northern Territory Taoist weapon descending magic pestle again. So far, the Wanxian League was even more difficult to resist the Ascended Platform camp. The number of their monks dropped sharply, with no one in ten.

"Stop it all!" Suddenly, the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Immortal League shouted together, spreading throughout the battlefield.

Under Zhang Ye's instruction, the Feishengtai camp also gradually stopped. Some monks got red eyes and couldn't stop at all. They were knocked out by their robes, and they stopped fighting for the time being.

Whether it is a cultivator from the Ten Thousand Immortal League or a cultivator of the Feishengtai camp, his body is piled up with blood and meat, both his own and others. If they weren't panting, no one knew they were still alive.

Surrounded by high-level Feishengtai, Zhang Ye stood in front of the ancestors of the Wanxian League: "Surrender or go to war, stay with you to the end!"

Although Zhang Ye had previously given instructions to kill all, if the Wanxian League surrendered, Zhang Ye was still willing to give them a chance. After all, there was enough killing.

The ancestors of the Wanxian League looked at the corpses everywhere, and there was a lingering fear in their eyes. No matter how ruthless the executioner saw such a scene of a sea of ​​corpses, he would feel moved.

They had called a stop before, and they were indeed afraid of being killed, but the main reason was that they had completed their ascension plan!

The ancestors of the Wanxian League looked ecstatic again: "Zhang Ye, you will eventually lose, the soaring plan is successfully completed!"

This voice rolled around like thunder, and the monks from both camps heard it.

The only remaining monk in the Wanxian League felt relieved and sat down on the ground. No matter what was sitting under the **** was flesh and blood, they didn't want to fight anymore.

The monks in the Ascended Platform camp had a bleak eye. When the war started, they thought of this result, but after all, the evil triumphed over justice, and they had a hard time thinking about it.

Just like two snack vendors, one uses real ingredients to entertain customers, and the other uses a mixture of rat and rotten meat to make delicious snacks. The former went bankrupt due to high cost and high price. The profiteer, who was stealing and playing tricks and sacrificing the health of his customers, is getting bigger and bigger.

Even many years later, this profiteer will laugh at that good business is stupid, because history will only remember the victor.

The ascension platform camp and the Wanxian League camp are similar to this scenario. No matter how righteous the starting point of the ascension platform camp is, and how hard it is, history will only remember the credit for the completion of the ascension plan by the Wanxian League! As for the dark side of the Ascension Plan, it will be selectively forgotten by mankind, just like the mortal Great Wall, people will only see his stalwart, praise its creator and achievements, but cannot see his death for the purpose of building the Great Wall. Countless souls!

Therefore, the monks in the Ascended Platform camp felt very aggrieved and unwilling. Many people burst into tears.

Looking at the sorrowful Ascending Platform camp, the ancestors of the Wanxian League smiled more and more brightly, their faces, like people who cheated and got good grades in the exam~lightnovelpub.net~ laughed at those who study honestly.

However, Zhang Yemian didn't change his color, and said coldly, "Where is the gate of soaring?"

"Okay, let you be convinced!" A certain ancestor of the Guangming Sect stood out and explained to his sect that he gave away everything on his body, and then he laughed, arousing the spirit of heaven and earth. The machine, ready to lift Xia soaring.

The strength of this ancestor was surging and could no longer be accommodated by the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth began to reject the ancestor.

This old ancestor felt that he was leaving this world, and laughed: "This seat Duan Zhanggou, as the first immortal to ascend to the upper realm in ten thousand years, don't miss me too much, haha!"

His disciple cheered a few times, but at this moment, there was a loud bang and a thunderbolt in the clear sky, blasting the ancestor to ashes.

He did leave this world, but he did not ascend to the upper realm, but died. The monks in the audience were dumbfounded.

Zhang Ye's face was still very cold, and he asked, "Where is your door of ascension?!"

The monk of the Wanxian League trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief, and another ancestor came out: "I'm coming!"

This old ancestor also confessed the funeral, and Ju Xia soared. When his aura reached its peak, another thunder struck down. The ancestor followed in the footsteps of Duan Zhanggou and disappeared.

There was deathly silence on the Wanxian League, and the Ascension Platform did not laugh at them, because this ascension plan buried countless souls, and the Wanxian League was not ridiculed, it was the light of those dead souls.

But the countless souls, why didn't they whip and mock the hearts of the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance?

Many cultivators of the Wanxian League felt that their ears were full of questions and went crazy on the spot. There are also people who can't help this kind of inner torture, yelling and deciding to die.

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