Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

On the west bank of Luojiang River, in the air.

"Kill!"

The North King's dry mouth opened angrily, making a sound almost like a drum beating a hammer!

All the True Warriors were already bloodthirsty!

However, without the suppression of the cultivators by the Hualong Pool, even though the number of fourth-level True Warriors was terrifying, they could not break through the formation set up by the three sects and one family.

And Yuchi Shu and Yuchi Lian of Yuanci Palace were like tigers entering a flock of sheep at this moment. Every time they waved their cloud sleeves, a large number of fourth-level True Warriors would be thrown down like straw!

Every fifth-level True Warrior saw this scene, and their eyes were all bloodshot!

No matter what they had thought before, how could they bear to see their own people being slaughtered like this?

They immediately changed direction and stopped breaking through, but surrounded Yuchi Shu and Yuchi Lian.

In the fort on the east bank of Luojiang River in the distance, the True Warriors who realized that the sneak attack had failed also quickly came to support.

A huge army of fourth-level True Warriors flew out from the forts, and there were thousands of them!

With the development over the years, the number of fifth-level True Warriors has rarely broken through, but the number of fourth-level True Warriors has reached an outrageous number.

At this moment, they crossed the river and almost blocked out the sky!

Wearing a black armor with special runes, only a pair of blood-red eyes were exposed on the whole body.

Like a killing machine, they attacked and killed!

"Shoot!"

Swish, swish, swish!

At the same time, in the fort, with the order of the True Warriors, a rain of arrows whizzed down towards the formation!

Runes flashed, blood rolled!

However, this formation created by almost half of the elites of the three sects and one family, how could it be so easy to break through?

The god-breaking arrows fell from the sky, but they shot at the formation that seemed to have substance.

At the same time, the army of fourth-level true warriors also formed a formation and came, forming a torrent of black iron, crashing into the cultivator formation!

The blood and energy surged, as if it could distort the space, and even the cultivators' mana was faintly affected.

Not far away.

Zhao Feng and Qin Lingxiao both looked extremely solemn.

"I'll go to support!"

Qin Lingxiao was decisive, and spoke first, then he directly operated the Yuan magnetic mana, stepped on the white dragon, and flew away!

Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes swept around, with doubts in his heart:

"Why haven't the ancestors of the True Martial and the Dragon Pool appeared yet?"

Accompanied by bursts of roaring and whistling sounds, many Yuanying cultivators in the formation turned pale, but they still resisted.

It was just that they were attacked from both inside and outside, even if there were more than a dozen Huashen cultivators leading a group of Yuanying to form a formation, constantly taking elixirs and spiritual food to replenish their consumption, but at this moment they were faintly at their limit.

Lightning flashed, but the effect was minimal.

"I'll hold them back! You guys kill the Zhenwu warriors in the formation quickly!"

Qin Lingxiao flew to the formation, shouted, and took the initiative to meet the Zhenwu army outside the formation!

She controlled the white dragon, quickly pinched the seal and chanted the spell, and a gray divine light shot silently at the Zhenwu army below!

"Zhenwu!"

"Zhenwu!"

Amid the shouts, the blood of the Zhenwu warriors in the black iron torrent roared!

The blood turned into a lifelike giant blood tiger, rushing towards the gray divine light.

Opened its huge mouth and bit down fiercely!

The divine light stagnated and quickly dissipated like smoke.

And a little blood also spread around the blood tiger.

The pretty face under the veil turned pale, but she was not willing to be outdone. She spurted out a mouthful of Yuanshen essence and blood, and the gray divine light shone brightly, becoming more and more condensed.

At the same time, a Yuanci Dao domain emerged silently and pressed down on the blood tiger.

However, the True Warriors do not cultivate the Dao Domain. Although they lack the magical powers of the cultivators, they are more comfortable. The Blood Tiger jumped proudly and dodged the gray divine light. Its movements were unexpectedly agile. While moving, the blood-colored long tail swept horizontally like a steel whip and hit Qin Lingxiao who was unable to dodge.

At this moment, the Yuanci Dao Domain centered on it and quickly shrank, turning into a barrier the moment the blood-colored long tail reached his body.

Bang!

The barrier collapsed!

But Qin Lingxiao also took advantage of this slight difference and dodged it.

However, there was no sign of relaxation on his face, but he was more solemn:

"Once the number of these True Warriors becomes a trend, even the fourth-level True Warriors cannot be underestimated!"

His peripheral vision swept through the rear formation, but he saw that the number of True Warriors had been greatly reduced, and only a part of the fourth-level True Warriors remained, led by the Northern King and others, and fought stubbornly.

But he did not have time to take a closer look, and hurriedly dodged the attack of the Blood Tiger.

At the same time, he took the opportunity to continue harassing the True Warriors outside the formation, buying time for Yuchi Shu and Yuchi Lian inside the formation.

Inside the formation.

The Northern King roared in grief and anger!

As far as the eye could see, the old soldiers who had followed him in the east and west had turned into charred, breathless corpses and fell down.

Some had even turned to ashes.

Only a few True Warriors were left, covered in blood, but the blood energy in their bodies was visibly declining.

Blood and tears flowed from his shriveled eye sockets.

He hated and was angry!

"Master Hualong... harmed us!"

"Kill them back! Kill them back!"

"Kill them back!"

"Come on, fight me!"

The giant king held the hammer in both hands and shouted angrily to the sky!

Accompanied by shouts.

In the flying purple and red lights, True Warriors fell silently one after another.

The purple cloud sleeves suddenly flew out of sight, rolling up a burly and majestic figure.

"Giant King!"

The North King turned his head and looked at him, his expression was horrified, and he shouted in a hurry.

But it was too late.

He swung his sleeves, and the next moment, a head with wide eyes flew up into the sky, and then exploded in an instant under the impact of a red stream of light!

The breath of the giant king... disappeared.

"Ah!"

At this moment, the North King's mind was as if it had exploded!

No one knew that the giant king was his childhood friend, and he had joined Zhenwu with him.

A blood-colored rush entered his eyes, as if he had lost all his reason, and the blood in the blood pill in his body, which had been gradually drying up, began to spin wildly again!

"Kill!"

He suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.

The shriveled skin and flesh on his body swelled rapidly.

A blood-colored energy condensed from his palm and turned into a blood-colored long sword. Then he bent his legs slightly, jumped up in the air, and chopped down the purple sleeves that were approaching again in front of him!

Sizzle!

The purple cloud sleeve was cut into two pieces by this knife!

A muffled groan came from the void, and then Yuchi Shu's figure appeared.

She looked at the King of the North in front of her with some disbelief. The feeling he gave her was completely different from before!

The King of the North, who had cut off the purple cloud sleeve, did not stop at all. He flipped in the air, and the blood-colored long sword was like a whirlwind, and he slashed at Yuchi Shu again in an instant!

The blood-qi shock actually made Yuchi Shu's magic power stagnate!

Yuchi Shu's pupils dilated!

"Big sister!"

At the critical moment, a red stream of light hit the blood-colored long sword with a bang.

The figure of the King of the North fell out, but his eyes were bloodshot. Seeing Yuchi Lian coming over, he actually rushed up again with a long sword in his hand!

The momentum was overwhelming, and the besieged real warriors saw this and were eager to fight, without any fear!

Not only did they not retreat, they actually took the initiative to charge forward!

Every time they charged, the formation was almost unchanged, but every time they retreated, there would be fewer people.

But they had no intention of retreating at all, charge!

Charge!

This was the fighting style in the mortal army formation, but in this decisive battle with the cultivators, a light that did not belong to this style of fighting bloomed!

Seeing this scene.

Whether it was the three sects and one family that formed the formation, or Zhao Feng who was not far away, they could not help but show their emotions at this moment.

"What a man!"

Zhao Feng sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Admiration and a trace of pity arose in his heart.

But it did not affect his command of the formation. He did not hesitate at all, and with the help of the Lingxi Stone, he commanded the incarnation cultivators in the formation in a deep voice:

"Kill quickly, and then annihilate all the true warriors outside the formation!"

Holding the Lingxi Stone tightly, he looked at the true warriors fighting to the death in the formation.

He understood in his heart.

In this battle, there is no right or wrong, only life and death.

…

“Hah!”

The Northern King staggered and fell to the ground, relying on his blood and energy to finally stand firm.

The blood-colored long sword pierced the ground below. He leaned on the long sword diagonally and looked up at the purple and red figures above. The blood color in his eyes gradually faded, and the blood finally dried up.

Now, he was the only one left.

Half of his neck was cut off, but there was not much blood.

There was a big hole in his chest, and through this hole, you could still see the strong beating heart.

At the moment of death, there was not much ripple in his eyes.

Life is like him, and few people are as wonderful as him.

When he was young, he was bullied by the Qi-refining monks. He was angry and worshipped Zhenwu with his companions. He practiced and fought all the way. He had tasted women and power.

What he regretted before was that he could not enjoy these things for a longer time, so he tried his best to seek immortality.

But at the last moment of his life, this thought had quietly faded away, leaving only the despair of his beloved girl being kidnapped by a monk when he was young...

"Martial Ancestor, can you avenge me..."

He looked up at the sky, and the figure of Martial Ancestor seemed to be reflected in his pupils.

A red and a purple stream of light came into view.

The world turned upside down silently...

Wow——

Yuchi Shu and Yuchi Lian fell in mid-air with ugly faces.

Looking at the headless body on the ground below, where the bloody long sword had dissipated but still stood obliquely, Yuchi Shu frowned and complained in a low voice:

"This damn mortal is so difficult to deal with!"

"I almost fell here!"

"If it weren't for you, my second sister, I would have..."

Boom!

A terrifying and strong blood energy fell from the sky above the formation!

The blood energy was condensed to the extreme, and it instantly blasted open the formation that the monks of the three sects and one family had jointly established. The formation collapsed directly, and in the eyes of everyone who couldn't believe it, it fell directly on Yuchi Shu!

Yuchi Shu's eyes changed countless expressions in this instant.

Confused, surprised, unbelievable, desperate... relieved.

The Dao domain, the magic weapon outside the body, the talisman light, were broken one by one.

She only had time to look at the woman in red not far away, that was her second sister.

Her mouth opened, but before she could say that word:

"Escape..."

Boom!

The purple figure disappeared directly under this blood energy!

Beside her, Yuchi Lian widened her eyes:

"Big sister..."

"Big sister!!!"

Her eyes turned red in an instant!

She turned her head suddenly and looked at the figure slowly emerging in the sky.

But an old man with white hair and beard stood in the air with a sad look, staring at the headless corpse below.

"I will kill you!"

Yuchi Lian shouted, and was about to kill the old man.

Zhao Feng and others not far away all changed their expressions:

"Senior Yuchi, be careful!"

"Retreat!"

"Don't go!"

Swish!

Before Yuchi Lian rushed out, she was shocked to see that the old man had appeared in front of her, with a look of sadness and anger.

"Kill my elder sister, I want all of you to die!"

The grief and anger of losing her loved ones overwhelmed all of Yuchi Lian's reason and fear at this moment. Facing the old man, she actually rushed up directly!

The old man just slowly raised one palm.

Blood gushed out.

Bang!

A terrifying blood fell on Yuchi Lian's body.

Under the shocked and even horrified gaze of everyone

The precious light on Yuchi Lian's body shattered with a bang, and then, like her elder sister, it disappeared silently!

"Martial Ancestor!"

"Martial Ancestor!"

The Zhenwu army shouted!

"Lianxu!"

"He has already reached Lianxu?!"

Zhao Feng, who was not far away, could not help but show horror!

However, Xumi and others who quickly gathered all the injured monks in the formation shook their heads with a very solemn look:

"No... His aura should not have reached the sixth level, but his foundation is too strong, and his strength is too strong, perhaps it has far exceeded the fifth level..."

"This Martial Ancestor, compared with other Zhenwu warriors, is simply a discontinuity of terror!"

Although the formation was extremely weak due to the consumption of the Zhenwu warriors just now.

But he was able to defeat the formation with one blow, injuring all the monks in their formation, and even killed Yuchi Shu, a middle-stage spirit transformation cultivator, through the formation. The strength of this Martial Ancestor was far beyond their imagination!

Although he has not reached the realm, his strength is undoubtedly that of a sixth-level existence.

"Quick! Gather together and form a formation! The seriously injured people should evacuate quickly!"

Zhao Feng was shocked, but at the same time he reacted and immediately made arrangements.

Because of the sharing of the formation, although the people from the three sects and one clan were injured, not many died on the spot. With the rapid turnover of the group of Divine Transformation cultivators, the seriously injured Nascent Soul cultivators were quickly taken away.

However, what surprised them was.

This Martial Ancestor did not choose to chase them, but slowly landed in front of the headless corpse below.

He picked up the head with wide eyes that fell beside him.

He gently stroked the eyes.

He closed his eyes slightly and sighed.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes.

He whispered:

"I have avenged you."

"Don't hate me..."

The palm moved away, and the eyes on the head were closed.

He gently bent down and placed the head in front of the headless corpse.

Then he slowly stood up and looked at the three sects and one family and the Yuanci Palace monks led by Qin Lingxiao who were waiting in formation with extremely solemn expressions.

"The battle of Zhongshengzhou should end."

He said softly.

Although the voice was small, it resounded in everyone's ears.

Then he raised his palm and condensed a blood-colored spear in an instant, throwing it towards the monks!

Everyone's face changed drastically!

"Let's go! We are not opponents!"

Xumi suddenly shouted in a deep voice, and then he turned into a sword light and faced the blood-colored spear.

"Teacher!"

Zhao Feng's face changed drastically.

However, before he finished speaking.

Bang!

The blood-colored spear smashed the sword light without any hindrance, but Xumi's figure stumbled and flew out under the influence of a broken drum.

"It's the Yuyang drum!"

The blood-colored spear continued to pierce the crowd directly.

Zhao Feng's heart had sunk to the bottom. As the commander and dispatcher, he asked himself that he had tried his best, but he still didn't expect that the other party was so powerful. Facing a sixth-level existence, they could not be opponents in their current state.

"All the mistakes are my fault! You all go first!"

Zhao Feng shouted, and turned into a sword light without hesitation, crossing the blood-colored spear and slashing at the old man!

The old man's eyes were calm, his palm raised, and blood energy quickly condensed.

At this moment.

"Master!"

A young man suddenly flew out from the crowd, and followed Zhao Feng together.

When the old man saw the face of the young man, the old man's palm, which was originally condensing blood energy, suddenly stopped.

"Teacher?!" (End of this chapter)