"boom!"

Looking at the various signals exploding above the sky, Wen Hai couldn't help but smile on his bloodstained face.

"The Lingdao Sect will not be destroyed, and neither will the Yunze Continent!"

“Kill!”

Tan Taichu really didn't expect that these cultivators from Yunze Continent would dare to rush here even though they had clearly seen the horror here.

The signal has spread from the Eastern Region to all directions.

"The Western Alliance of Loose Cultivators, please follow me!"

"West Wasteland Palace!"

"Pure Water Palace!"

"Luokong Temple!"

"The six tribes of the demon race..."

They have worked so hard for so long, and have persisted until now under the watchful eyes of the continents that are eyeing them covetously!

They can't give up!

Shen Qingyi shook his head, and the dizzy feeling came over him again.

Shen Qing gritted his teeth and quickly threw some disciples who failed to dodge in time to a safe area.

But the vision in front of me became increasingly blurry, as if covered by a layer of blood.

The smell of blood around was too strong.

The dusty memories are showing signs of loosening again.

The Tai Shang Jue in the body was running wildly and uncontrollably.

Avoiding a demon that bit her shoulder.

Lu Jingqing used a fire explosion spell to burn all the evil spirits around him.

Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Shen Qingyi, he couldn't help but feel worried.

"Junior sister, are you okay?"

He felt that Shen Qingyi might have been injured in the previous battle with the disciples of the Deacon Hall, so his fighting power seemed a little insufficient at this moment.

Shen Qingyi shook his head.

"I'm fine, Fourth Brother, don't worry about me!"

The surrounding situation is not optimistic.

The sect was not well prepared for this battle, but Tan Taichu was well prepared.

Coupled with his high level of cultivation, some elders were hesitant to act rashly.

Many low-level disciples were injured around.

Lu Jingqing glanced at Shen Qingyi and handed her a formation plate.

"If you can't defeat us, activate the formation!"

He didn't have much time at the moment. There were too many evil spirits around, and there were low-level disciples who wanted to retreat. He had to defend this place to prevent it from falling.

Shen Qing nodded.

After Lu Jingqing left, Shen Qing raised his eyes and saw another evil spirit attacking them.

He slashed the Saint-Slaying Sword in his hand, and a rune fell down, blocking several low-level disciples who were fleeing for their lives.

“Puff!”

Shen Qingyi felt a heart-wrenching pain in his back.

She knew that her descendants must be injured.

His mind became increasingly confused, and Shen Qingyi bit his tongue fiercely.

The pain made Shen Qingyi sober up a little again.

Shen Qingyi didn't want to fail at the critical moment.

Because she knew that her current condition was definitely not caused by the previous battle with the disciples of the Deacon Hall.

The smell of blood around became stronger and stronger.

As the killing continued, the Tai Shang Jue in his body began to circulate faster and faster.

Several more evil spirits pounced on Shen Qing and bit him.

There are more and more evil spirits around.

"Qingyi, let me out!"

Tianyuan sensed the danger outside and wanted to come out to fight with Shen Qingyi.

A Rong also called out worriedly.

Shen Qingyi held down his heart, which was beating a little slowly, and breathed with difficulty.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

The voices of the evil spirits of the disciples around him in his mind became increasingly blurred, but one voice became increasingly clear.

"kill!"

"Enter my path!"

"Three thousand great ways, every one of them is my way!"

"Kill! Anyone who stands in my way will be killed without mercy!"

"boom!"

Skywind Continent

Thunder fell from the sky, and the tomb of divine weapons hummed.

The disciple on guard felt something strange and when he looked back, the sky and the earth were shaking.