The murderous intent is boiling, the blood is rolling.

This battle exceeded many people's expectations from the beginning.

The bloodlines of the Zun Mansion never seemed to have thought that so many Northern Region monks would dare to attack him, so they were full of anger and murderous aura. After those Northern Region monks were forced or actively entered this battlefield, they felt somewhat unreal. It seemed that until this time, it was difficult to believe that they were actually standing on the hostile battlefield with the bloodlines of the Zun Mansion!

So, both sides started to move, and the intensity seemed to be higher than the wave.

The bloodline of the Zun Mansion was angry and wanted to kill these bold Northern Region monks. However, after taking action, I found that these Northern Region monks whom they usually would not take seriously were much more difficult to deal with than themselves. Therefore, I became even more angry. When I took action, I was even more fierce. I crushed forward like a mountain and a sea, and insisted on suppressing them on the spot before I stopped.

When the monks of the Northern Region started to fight, they also found that these monks of the Northern Region seemed not as strong as they imagined. So they became more courageous and more fiercely. Soon, the two were fighting in a fight, and the mysterious magic light enveloped the entire battlefield.

"Didn't you say you like me?"

As soon as a kick on the battlefield, Wu Yansen, the saint of Qingyan Sect, smiled. His face became increasingly bloated and blue because he used too much poisonous blood skills, and it seemed particularly terrifying at this time. In front of her, there was a young man from the Zun Mansion full of panic. The young man brought three gray-robed Taoist protectors into the battlefield and chased Wu Yan. However, unexpectedly, the three Taoist protectors, one was killed by Fang Gui who was wandering in the field, and the other was pierced by Qu Shenxing's shot, and the other was dispersed by the chaotic crowd.

So, at this time, only Wu Yan was left facing the young man alone. Her eyes were swollen and only a slit left. She stared at the young man tightly with a stiff and weird smile on her face. She screamed wildly, and staggered towards her: "Didn't you tell me that your personal cultivation is not important, strength is not important, only identity is important? So you want to marry me and make me the best person, but now? There are only two of us left. Do you think identity is important, or strength is important?"

"Madman...madman!"

The young man was frightened by Wu Yan at this time and his feet were thrust around, and he kept retreating, shouting: "Look at you, look at you at this time... You used to be like a fairy, but now? Now you have become a human being, a ghost or a dirty evil spirit, you are like a madman, no, like a ghost, a dirty evil spirit..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wu Yan heard his words and laughed loudly. Suddenly, he raised his hand and pulled the young man into the air with his neck in the air. He said in a sequel: "Although I am ugly now, I have never had a moment. I feel more like a person than I am now..."

"Madman, madman..."

The young man was frightened and yelled and struggled desperately.

But Wu Yan admired his struggle, as if he wanted to see what he was struggling from him. Only after seeing enough of it was satisfied. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood was sprayed out, pouring the young man's face and then throwing him on the ground. The young man wailed and rolled all over the ground, from head to face, the place stained with blood began to melt a little bit.

At this time, Wu Yan looked at the sky from afar, suddenly felt refreshed and laughed loudly.

The laughter still seemed crazy, but it was full of joy.

"Young Master Xuanya..."

On the other side, there were people who had just rushed into the battlefield and met a certain Zun Mansion bloodline. They looked at the other party coldly and said coldly: "In the Northern Temple, you bullied me and suppressed me many times, just because you are Zun Mansion bloodline and just because I am a Northern Region monk, so I can only endure you to bear you. But now, since we meet on this battlefield, we can also let go of our hands and feet to fight, right?"

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"Cang Rilian, you forced my junior sister to death three years ago. Today, God gave me a good opportunity to avenge my blood..."

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"Mom's bloodline of the Lord's Mansion. I have been in Shenxuan City for seven years and have been angry for seven years. Why do I have to steal my credit? Why do I force me to hand over the secret technique passed down by my Immortal Sect? Why do I nod and bow to you every time I meet? Why do I dare to shout at me even with such a low level of cultivation? Why do I have to sit in the last seat every time I eat?"

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There are countless, similar or different situations, all happening in this chaotic battlefield. If it weren't for the emergence of this war, no one would have thought that the usually silent Northern Region monks would have so much resentment hidden in their hearts. They wouldn't have thought that many small things that seemed very common would also cause dissatisfaction in these people...

I don’t know how long these resentment have been accumulated, but now they have taken advantage of this war to break out.

More or less, this also adds some special meaning to this war.

Fang Gui, who was wandering in the battlefield, naturally took in all these sporadic curses and conversations. He didn't expect that there were so many people who were dissatisfied with the bloodline of the Zun Mansion. But since that's the case, why did these people never show it before?

If they hadn't initiated this war, how long would they have tolerated it?

Of course, there is no time to consider these issues at this time. The most important thing is to determine the situation on the entire battlefield. Besides, although the number of monks in the Northern Region is increasing and their fighting spirit is becoming more and more successful, the overall number is still much worse than the bloodline of the Zun Mansion. Even in terms of courage, it is vaguely suppressed by the bloodline of the Zun Mansion. If the battle continues like this, the result will inevitably be unsatisfactory.

So at this time, Fang Gui could only exert his role to the extreme. The battlefield was too large and there were too many people, so he could not stay somewhere and take steps forward. So at this time, he had already used his amazing body movements and quickly wandered in the field. Whenever he saw the bloodline of the Zun Mansion with fierce fighting spirit, he immediately attacked him, defeated him, and then rushed to the next target quickly.

As a result, the weaker the bloodline of the Zun Mansion, and the situation on the entire battlefield will become more and more beneficial to the monks of the Northern Territory.

Even Fang Gui felt more and more at ease in these battles. The small five elements realm that he had cultivated at the beginning gradually had an endless and mutually rebellious state. The more connected the five elements realms, the stronger the power, and the more perfect it was when he took action. Fang Gui seemed to have opened a treasure house and was happily picking up various gems back to his home...

"No wonder the little demon master was so powerful at the beginning. I felt that after I thoroughly studied the changes in the Little Five Elements Realm, even if I didn't become the foundation building of the immortal way, I could walk horizontally in the foundation building realm..."

When he thought about this, Fang Gui kept pushing his palms in his hand, and knocked out the bloodlines of the Zun Mansion that had used secret techniques to approach him. Then he kicked his feet back, covering his crotch with his hands, and then snatched away the palm. A bright light talisman that quietly hit the top of his head was already grabbed by him. With a sneer, he tore it into two halves.

With ease and omnipotence, Fang Gui was so happy that he fought one after another.

When the fight was about to rise, he flew in and directly broke the soldiers with his palms. He directly took two silver spears of a man in white robe, and kicked him out. The two silver spears were thrown into the air and knocked down two evil-powered magic treasures. Before he could react, Fang Gui had already swung the Demon Mountain and immediately beat seven or eight people to pieces.

At this moment, Fang Gui suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind him, and he sneered in his heart, not taking his opponent seriously at all. With a slight change of body, the Demon Mountain had already turned with him, and with endless huge force, it made a rumbling sound, smashing straight towards the person who was attacking behind him!

Seeing this smash, he was about to smash the other party to pieces, but Fang Gui saw the other party's face at this time.

He was suddenly shocked and suddenly took back the Demon Mountain. His momentum was too fast and his face turned pale.

"Why did you come?"

Fang Gui took a few breaths, suppressed the blood and blood flowing backwards in his heart, and shouted hurriedly.

Behind him, a man in green robe kept his eyes down and his eyes were astonished, as if he had not recovered from the despair brought by the top of the Demon Mountain just now. It was not until he heard Fang Gui's words that he realized that the Demon Mountain had not been suppressed just now. Then he calmed down, looked at Fang Gui, and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Fang, we will meet here in the end!"

Amid the sky!

Fang Gui never expected that Qingyunjian would appear in this battlefield, because, in terms of conscience, although Qingyunjian's cultivation is not weak, it is nothing in this battlefield, and it is not even considered a mid-game. If he hadn't discovered him in time and forced the power of the Demon Mountain, he might have been suppressed by himself into meat sauce. He came to this battlefield to seek death!

"You shouldn't come to this battlefield!"

Looking at Qingyunjian's miserable look, Fang Gui frowned, suddenly whispered, turned around and left.

"Mr. Fang wants to defeat all the bloodlines of the Zun Mansion. I am also a member of the Zun Mansion. Why can't I come?"

But to Fang Gui's surprise, Qingyunjian rushed towards him again. With his hands raised, starry lights appeared all over the sky, and starry lights fell from the sky, intertwined, as if they turned into a cage, trying to trap Fang Gui in the middle.

Fang Gui raised his right palm, supported the cage, frowned and looked at Qingyunjian: "I have to be unable to get along with me at this time?"

Qingyunjian looked tragic and said, "It's because Fang Jun wants to be in trouble with him. There was no need to do this..."

Looking at the appearance of Qingyun, Fang Gui suddenly felt a little moved in his heart and guessed something.

While Fang Gui was talking between Qingyun, on the immortal platform outside the battlefield, the three geniuses of Xuanya Guyue and Qingyun Lingyu, and the vast sun, suddenly soared into the sky, like three innocent dragons, passing by and rushed into the battlefield of the Demon Realm.

"kill……"

The three of them tried their best, and the divine light was bright. In an instant, they knocked off so many people and tore up apart.
Chapter completed!