Jian Fengyun waved his hand and collected all the hundreds of cages around him, turning into hundreds of firelights and pouring into Jian Fengyun's body.

The body's martial arts turned around and swallowed all these fire-attribute cages, turning them into surging sword elemental power to generate the power of the wind-attribute law, condensing the Wind-attribute Divine Court.

After devouring these flame cages, Jian Fengyun murmured: "Using this method of law to devour these people's cultivation faster, and the fire-attribute law can burn away the impurities on them, and only pure energy is left to devour me... Moreover, he is worthy of being a disciple of a god-level force. One thousand people can beat the more than three thousand people he killed before, and the Wind God Court is still one-quarter away from being able to completely condense."

The cultivation level of these more than a thousand people is in the early stage of the Lingjun Realm, and many are in the middle and late stages.

If the Lingjun realm is placed among ordinary sect forces, it is enough to assume the position of elders.

But among the god-level forces, they are only at the level of elite disciples.

But there are still countless people who flock to it. If you want to break your mind, you have to think of a way to join the god-level sect.

Everything is because the god-level sect is too powerful. If they can enter it, it will be their lifelong glory and an unparalleled strong backing!

"If this continues, it will not be difficult to destroy all the disciples of these god-level sects and condense one or two divine courts."

Jian Fengyun frowned slightly: "But, the disciples of the Divine Sword Palace and the Undying Holy Land are old friends, so I will not attack them. And the Ancient Sword Pond has not provoked me, and I cannot kill them for no reason..."

Although Jian Fengyun's personality is arrogant, he will not attack those innocent people.

"Forget it, I can only slowly search for the people from the Temple of War God and the Holy Academy, and there are more than 100,000 people, which should be enough."

With a secret sound, Jian Fengyun's figure then disappeared into the void.

...

In a blink of an eye, seven days passed.

Among these seven suns and moons, among the forces of all parties, in addition to the Divine Sword Palace, the Undying Holy Land and the Ancient Sword Pool, at least hundreds of disciples die every day.

Of course, the three major forces such as the Divine Sword Palace will also die, but compared with other sect forces, the number is almost exclusive.

The heads of the Temple of War God, the God Pavilion and the Holy Academy have always looked ugly during these seven days.

Because these forces in these countries have the most deaths!

During these seven days, plus the sword killing at the entrance of the ruins of the gods, the Temple of War has now more than 20,000 dead disciples, all three thousand elites of the God Pavilion were destroyed, and about 17,000 people died in the Holy Academy. The other forces together have almost 20,000 people died!

In seven days, half of the remaining 120,000 people died.

At this moment, the expression of the Emperor of the God Pavilion was gloomy and terrifying.

The Emperor of the Temple of War God also looked terrifyingly gloomy.

As for the last holy academy, the responsible emperor looked in front of him, the pieces of natal jade tablets that were almost piled up like a hill. The original confidence in victory had disappeared, his face turned red, and his veins were exposed, as if he was about to explode.

There are not no casualties in the ruins of gods. Every time the ruins are opened, casualties will appear.

However, the casualties will not be too great every time. Even if the deaths are the most, the major forces are only half of the disciples who have died. That time, it was because it provoked a great emperor-level monster deep in the ruins of the gods, which caused heavy losses.

But this time, just to chase and kill a young man with spiritual emperor realm, he dispatched nearly 80% of the forces in the Ten Thousand Realms and gathered 230,000 disciples, but half of them died, reaching a terrifying three-quarters, and this proportion is still expanding.

"Why is it!"

The emperor of the Holy Academy clenched his fists, his eyes always on the gate of the ruins.

The emperor was named "Shengli". He was a vice president in the Holy Academy, the real vice president, not the ones who were named.

His cultivation level is at the peak of the Great Emperor Realm.

At this moment, Sheng Li's eyes were red and his voice was terrifying, as if a monster was roaring.

Among the ruins of the gods, Jian Fengyun's figure in white clothes and a ghostly figure almost spread among the ruins of the gods.

The entrance to the god ruins was blocked by the formation, and Jian Fengyun's movements were not very good nor did he stimulate the shadow array, so people from the outside could not even snoop.

In addition to the disciples of the Divine Sword Palace and the Undying Holy Land and the Ancient Sword Pond, disciples from other major sects often scream in the ruins of the gods.

The scream was extremely harsh, like horror, or as shrill as it was, more like anger and unwillingness.

"This is the Holy Academy, the 29,000th one."

Jian Fengyun's eyes flashed, looking at the young man not far away, who was full of resentment and his teeth were about to break his teeth when he looked at him.

Around this young man, there was also a fire prison, which trapped him and finally burned him to ashes.

"You have backbone than others."

Jian Fengyun opened his mouth lightly, then reached out and used the technique to swallow the flame cage.

"However, after you hear the Holy Academy, I will only kill you."

After devouring the cage, Jian Fengyun looked at the water god court that was about to condense in his body. The Fire God Court and the Wind God Court had completely condensed. Now the Water God Court is almost the same.

From the opening of the ruins of the gods to the present, there were about 250,000 disciples entering the country, only the disciples of the Divine Sword Palace, the Holy Land of Immortality, and the Ancient Sword Pond, who did not move.

The other major sects have 240,000 disciples and the death toll have exceeded 200,000!

Some of these 200,000 disciples were killed by monsters and some were killed by Jian Fengyun, but compared with the two, it was really a huge difference.

Those monsters killed, and those who died of 10,000 yuan could die, and the rest... were all killed in Jian Fengyun's hands!

Among the 190,000 people killed by Jian Fengyun, more than 110,000 were from the Holy Academy, the Temple of War God, the God Pavilion, and the Feixian Sect.

"There are still 40,000 people, who are hiding very deeply. They probably all fled there."

Jian Fengyun glanced at the deepest part of the ruins of the gods.

It was a desert.

There were bursts of smoke and dust blew up the desert, like a small storm.

Huz~ Huz~

Under this smoke and dust, there was an extremely amazing roar of wind, as if there was some terrifying beast screaming sharply in the storm.

"It has been twenty-one days since I entered the ruins of gods."

Jian Fengyun murmured: "There are many opportunities in the ruins of the gods, but unfortunately I have not had time to explore yet. It just so happened that my water god court was going to condense..."
Chapter completed!