The bones of Chang Xi, who could not see other colors in his eyes, had a crackling sound, and he resisted the demonic pressure of Tiger Roaring Sky's body. The next moment, the heavy pressure he shouldered disappeared because a candle-holding dragon stood behind him.

The development and direction of the matter completely exceeded the expectations of the elders of the White Tiger Clan and the hidden powerhouses. They did predict that the saints of the four divine beasts would fall, but that should be their saints, Hu Pei Jun and Xuan Yuzhen, who would kill the saints of the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan. Who would have thought that the situation would be completely reversed!

Chang Xi's eyes were golden and half silver cross, but there were shocking blood and tears flowing in the corners of his eyes. He spoke, his voice was like the wind of the underworld blowing under the Nine Netherworlds.

"Old man, you once said that you will support me whatever I do, right?"

The dragon holding a candle smiled and said, "Even if my grandson wants the sun gold in that sky, I will try my best to get it for you. If you have anything you want to do, just let it go! The entire dragon clan is your most solid backing!"

Chang Xi's murderous intent and evil spirit were so strong that it could distort space and vision. He closed his eyes, and the noise and noise in his ears were gone at this moment.

He seemed to have returned to the original Liuhua Palace under the Liuxiang tree, a wooden sign, a piece of behind-the-scenes, and a promise. He trembled and stretched out his hand, the shy and kind Lord of Liuhua Palace named Tao Pianfeng, and the little fox who carefully took care of his name Tao Huafang.

What you think in your heart is so fragile, it is shattered at once, dyed with thick blood.

Some places can never go back, and some people can never see them again.

"I want the White Tiger Clan, and I will be removed from the Demon World today! No one left!"

Chang Xi was bleeding and tears flowing, and he roared to the sky with a shrill sound. With a sword coming, the Feng Zhizhi in Xin Tong's hand and the Fish Intestine Sword on Qingxuan's waist all rushed straight to Chang Xi's hand uncontrollably. The seven swords came out again, and the Feng Zhizhi and the Fish Intestine Sword merged into the sword flow.

The dragon holding a candle heard Chang Xi's shrill roar, and then he felt extremely uncomfortable. Then there was no hesitation. After a loud dragon roar, hundreds of people from the dragon clan camp changed into the body of the dragon body, overturning the dome of the palace. The top monster headed by the Dragon King of the Six Veins followed the dragon with the candle, and instantly fought with the White Tiger clan who was shocked and angry.

If the old enemies kill each other, they will stop dead.

The entire Qilian Mountains were in chaos, and the vassals and branches of the Dragon Clan and the White Tiger Clan also began to fight together. The great demons of the White Tiger Clan were preparing to escape from the Qilian Mountains, intending to inform the holy land of the Eastern Region family to rush to the Qilian Mountains to help.

Ouyang Shaochi, who had been sitting firmly on Mount Tai, did not hesitate at all. He joined the battlefield without hesitation. The sword light and sword shadows shone together, just to help Chang Xi even if they were a little busy. Ouyang Gong and the other two knew that they could not stay outside and began to fight with the demon cultivators of the White Tiger Clan. What was even more rare was the Black Widow, Jin Lei Diao and Yingjia Yu Dao Man, and other oppressed tribes, after a war between heaven and man, they also chose to rise up against the White Tiger Clan, just to gain a brighter prospect and future for their tribe.

Those who lose their way are destined to have few supporters.

Chang Xi's whole body turned into a half demon, his left arm turned into a ferocious dragon claw, and a golden dragon tail grew behind him. He stepped on half a holy ring with his foot with his Tianwei. The anti-gravity formations were covered with dense gravitational formations in the blink of an eye. Huge obsidian fragments of more than tens of millions of pounds began to float up slowly, covering up the sunshine above his head, just like a scene that only existed in the end of the world.

"Ticket me!!!" Chang Xi's eyes swept towards the camp where the Phoenix Clan was. Even the old woman who had been in charge of the power of the Phoenix Clan was reborn for countless years and her heart trembled suddenly. Then she understood the true intention of "Ticket me". Then she leaned on a phoenix-headed stick and ordered the Phoenix Clan, who was preparing to rush to help the Dragon Clan, to stop first, and use the highest temperature Fenghuangyan magic power on the obsidian suspended in the air with all her strength.

The phoenix flame, which was as strong as the true fire of the sun, turned into a sea of ​​fire, completely submerged the obsidian fragments. The huge number of obsidians began to melt under the breath of countless phoenix flames. Even though Chang Xi's arm had been transformed, his fingers were still flying like butterflies, pulling out dazzling afterimages. One by one, the magic tricks broke into the sea of ​​fire, and you could see the obsidian juice melted into the golden soup condensed into the appearance of a sword.

Xin Tong, who had reached the realm of Fenghuangyan, also understood Chang Xi's intention. Together with Qingxuan who arrived, the wind helped the fire, melting the power of Fenghuangyan into the three sword embryos as much as possible, just to help Chang Xi suggest even a little advantage.

Chang Xi knew very well that he had not much knowledge of sword-making skills. His experience was based on the sword-making techniques of the Mohist master Wang, the artifact peak, and several Mohist masters in Tianyong City. However, with his current sword-making attainments as a fish turning into a dragon, with the help of such a large amount of obsidian and unforgettable memories, he only forged a few emergency flying swords.

"You two are retreating, I am enough for myself!"

The three obsidian flying swords were quenched by the blood of the Saint Son of the White Tiger Clan. A total of twelve flying swords corresponded to the twelve heavenly stems and earthly branches. Chang Xi had never seen the world's unparalleled sword energy spread to the sky and the earth. The twelve flying swords rushed into the sky and fell to the earth like a comet, and twelve meteor sword lights connecting the sky and the earth appeared.

"The Twelve Zhoutian Star Array!"

Chang Xi, like crazy, put his hands together and slapped the ground hard. Perhaps he didn't even notice it himself. The demonized look of his hands together was as pious as ever.

The twelve flying swords fell into the Qilian Mountains, the sword light spread across the heaven and earth, and the majestic sword energy spread across the entire Qilian Mountains. No biological group or divine sense transmission could break free from this cage unless the formationists fell.

The realm of a truly enlightened formation master is almost unsolvable, and no one in the demon world can break it.

This peak formation, which was once recorded in the scroll of the third senior sister in the back mountain, was revealed.

The Dragon Holding the Candle has already faced Tiger Roaring Sky, and the two most powerful of the four divine beasts tribes fought hard among the clouds in the sky. Faced with the wolf ambition of the White Tiger Clan, the Dragon Holding the Candle Holding the Candle has long been the intention to flatten the Qingjian Sea, but it was because of no chance. Although Chang Xi's attack was a bit sudden this time, it was a great opportunity to reshuffle the demon world. As long as Tiger Roaring Sky is killed here, the White Tiger Clan will be in a slump.

No matter how Hu Xiaotian used his huge body to hit the sword light array that imprisoned sentient beings, he could only shake the array a little, but he could not break the array at all. Obviously, it was just futile to use brute force to break this mysterious array.

The candle-carrying dragon, who vowed to avenge his previous revenge, sneered in the corner of his mouth, and he was in a slump? No, no, since today, there will be no White Tiger Clan again.

The old woman of the Phoenix clan stood in front of Xuan Jia Gong, who obviously did not have the courage to be worthy of his tall body.

After all this, Chang Xi couldn't help but feel exhausted, but he still had extremely fierce light, his original source burned, and the Supreme Dragon Emperor's body activated again, and the dragon's tail raised and suddenly bombarded the ground. The half-dragon and half-human body shot into the anxious mid-air with an incredible speed, pulling out a long series of frozen afterimages that disappeared after several breaths, directly knocking out a caught off guard against the White Tiger Clan elder in the Void Refining Back Realm to half of his chest.

Chang Xi directly pulled the body of the elder of the White Tiger tribe and threw it towards the battlefield like a cannonball. The body of the rag sack hit a white tiger. The unparalleled power exploded like thunder in the sky. The white tiger, who could not dodge, had the illusion of the mountain falling in love, and his chest was immediately blown out of the size of a millstone, and he died on the spot.

The "rag sack" rushed around, and the person who touched was either injured or died, until the elder of the White Tiger Clan, who had long been dead, could no longer die, hit the ban on the formation and was shattered into pieces by the sword energy.

On the battlefield of Qilian Mountain where trapped beasts were still fighting, Chang Xi felt like he was entering a state of no one. He was filled with the ultimate power of the Supreme Dragon Emperor body in the world and tore up the White Tiger without any magic. He only used his infinite power to surround the battlefield and looked down on countless opponents.

Just like when he was in charge of the army in the Huangquan Realm, he was awarded the title of King Shura.

The identity of the young master of the Dragon Clan is particularly dazzling on the battlefield, which attracts firepower the most. The axe, hook, spear and magical powers that go straight to the vital point hit Chang Xi, were mostly under the crotch of the golden dragon scales, but the remaining impact could not be offset, which made Chang Xi's unremitting momentum sluggish.

Several great demons from the White Tiger Clan in the Refining Void Realm gave their all their strength, and several claws cracked the Yuan to pierce Chang Xi's dragon scales and flesh. The boiling gold blood was as beautiful as the flow, and the wound was deep and the bones could be seen.

The White Tiger Clan demon, who was only one step away from the Shenyou Realm, tried harder and found that he could not stab the golden bone in any case.

The big white tiger demon with red eyes did not believe in evil and used force. With a click, it shattered its claws. The towering sword light array suddenly flashed. The big white tiger demon who was about to retreat was only heard a crazy "death" with a laugh. A beam of sword light that ran out of the peak of the sword Taoist trance was like thunder, and accurately hit the head of the monster.

A bright sword light stained with blood was surging in the sky.

Chang Xi's figure suddenly rose again, and the ferocious dragon claws slashed directly at the remaining two white tiger monsters by his body. The demonic power shield that protected his body was shattered like a foam, and it was torn from the head to the lumbar spine into bloody halves, falling to the ground in the sky, shocking the demons!

The White Tiger Demon in the Void Refining Realm was like paper!

Chang Xi, who was covered in blood, looked up suddenly, as if he had noticed it. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the dragon demons such as the Qinglong King, his body was vaguely swept to the heights. As he climbed to the top, his qi and actual murderous intent were also rising to the top.

On the way to the sky and sea of ​​clouds, the white tiger monsters were pulled off by people who were so close that they could not even see the black shadows, leaving only the necks that were empty and splashed with blood. The white tiger heads, filled with horror, were abandoned by the man, and then shattered one by one, like firecrackers in the hands of children when they bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

In the secret, the White Tiger Demon King above the Shenyou Realm wanted to attack the figure who was rushing forward. The Heavenly Dragon King, who was protecting the young master, took the lead in attacking, and stopped the White Tiger Demon King and watched the young master go away. The latter glanced at the Heavenly Dragon King with an expressionless face, continued to advance into the sky, and then picked the White Tiger's head all the way.

Thunder sounds above the sky were like thunder beating a drum, and the leaping light shone out the fierce battle between the two giants between the clouds.

Suddenly, a explosion that shook most of the demon world was heard. The tiger roared the sky and fell into the clouds under the magical power of the candle-holding dragon.

Just standing there can make Xuan Jia Gong feel boundless and fearless, the old woman of the Phoenix tribe suddenly looked back, and the light surged in her turbid eyes.

At the same time, a figure of unswerving humans rushed straight towards the tiger roaring in the sky.

"Do you think that the tiger falls into Pingyang is the enemy you can face? It's really true that there is a way out in the west, and you can break in without a door to the yellow spring!"

The tiger roaring sky demon power, which was heavier than last time, swelled up black clouds and barely adjusted its figure in the air. Seeing Chang Xi, who killed his last son and was arrogant and wanted to destroy his White Tiger clan, came straight towards him, vowing to kill this beast.

"Tao Pianfeng, Tao Aofang, you are optimistic!"

A dragon roar exploded into the world. The dragon and phoenix luck that only a few people above Chang Xi's head was able to see was bright at this moment. The pillar of Tongtian appeared in front of everyone for the first time. The reliefs on the pillar that used to be blurred began to become clear at this moment. The dragon and phoenix surround each other, magnificent and boundless, but they were indecisive intent.

Since ancient times, the realm of refining the Void has reached the requirement of opening the Heavenly Gate and entering the Immortal Realm. At this level, as long as you are not evil demons and heretics, you can realize the true meaning of heaven and earth by chance and open the Heavenly Gate. In ancient times, there were many sword cultivators, and there were many sword cultivators who opened the Heavenly Gate, relying on the majestic momentum of sword cultivators moving forward. The sword cultivators who died on the Heavenly Gate were like stars in the sky, but they still continued to prove the pure sword heart.

The life of a sword cultivator is to live to death, and my way is never alone.

Chang Xi used his vast supreme origin to illuminate the pillar of luck and for a moment, and briefly borrowed the power that truly rivaled the immortals in the sky. The five forces of murderous intent, sword intent, evil spirit, spiritual power and dragon breath combined, burning Chang Xi's body into the third sun in the sky at this moment.

When a man gets angry, blood splatters five steps. When the emperor gets angry, he hides his corpse for thousands of miles.

What should the gods be angry at this moment?

The body of a thousand-foot white tiger that was roaring at the sky hit a rising sun.

Tiger Roaring Sky was pierced through the tiger's head under the domineering power of the sun's true fire, and then the chest cavity, waist and abdomen, until the entire huge body as big as a hill burned into a pile of dead bones and fell to the ground, shattering into ashes.

Finally, the "sun" that was exhausted was only a flash in the pan, extinguishing the dazzling light and fire, and the figure that had become coke and the shaking array in the sky fell into the air.

The battlefield of the entire Qilian Mountains became quiet, and there were less than three-digit numbers of the White Tiger Clan monsters and several elders who were struggling to survive. After witnessing that his ancestor turned into ashes that were left unattended, his eyes were dull and he could hardly think.

Did the ancestor really die? Or was he dead at the hands of a Void Refining Realm?

The Dragon Clan, who had long hated the White Tiger Clan, was not ruthless, and cut off the heads of the unbelievable white tigers, and blood poured on the earth.

After he recovered from his injury, the candle-holding dragon, who fought fiercely, was also injured. He swung the dragon's tail and caught Chang Xi, who has now been unconscious.

He injured one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred of them. Chang Xi's black sacrificial ritual suit that never left his body was finally burned to ashes in the sky fire, his body covered with terrible tiny wounds, and his whole body was as charred charcoal as he was already breathless.

Fortunately, the supreme origin, given by the first ancestor, is still there and is slowly repairing Chang Xi's injuries. As long as he is given enough time, he will definitely recover.

Hu Xiaotian died and lost his life. All the elders of the White Tiger Clan who came out of their nest were killed. The branches and vassals of the White Tiger Clan also surrendered, and the death light was dead.

Looking at the battlefield in Qilian Mountains that had settled, the dragon holding a candle was slightly dazed, and there was more sigh in my heart that the four divine beasts no longer exist. From now on, there will be only the three divine beasts.
Chapter completed!