At this moment, all the creatures in the Great Wilderness were in unprecedented unity.

All living beings raised their heads together and looked at the bright red sky. The four cold murderous intents penetrated the vast world and filled the entire universe.

Accompanied by the Zhuxian Sword Formation, endless murderous intent enveloped the vast world, and countless sword rains were derived from nothingness, and seemed to be able to be cut down at any time.

"kill!"

The demon clan headquarters came out of Buzhou Mountain and rushed towards the three clan base camps. As for the elites of the three clans in the field at this time, they were all left to the Demon Ancestor and Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

"Sure enough, Kunlun Mirror's warning is not wrong. It is exactly the same as the corner of the future I saw, and it is exactly the same as the one I saw, which makes people despair!" The Qilin King slowly stood up, looked at the Zhuxian Sword Formation that was overwhelming the Great Wilderness, and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.

There are countless elites in the three tribes, how many people can withstand the infinite sword energy?

"Demon Ancestor, you are also a hero in the Great Wilderness and the number one master. Since you want to defeat our three clans, you should use your upright means. What is your ability to rely on your cultivation?" Zulong had already noticed something was wrong. The Chaos Pearl was beating wildly, as if facing a great enemy.

The red blood mud and the murderous intent in nothingness faded little by little, but the four swords of Zhuxian hanging in nothingness became more dazzling and the divine light became more perfect.

Lingtai Fangcunshan

Yang Sanyang sat upright under the paulownia tree, feeling the growing power of the divine forbidden body in his body. The origin of the four swords of Zhuxian was constantly increasing, and a divine light appeared in his eyes: "Haha, interesting! Interesting! The show finally started! The death of Daoyuan, the revenge of the destruction of Fangcunshan of Lingtai, will eventually be repaid today."

On the side, the blue bird clenched his clothes tightly, and a hint of uneasiness appeared in his eyes. He stared at the Tiannan battlefield and the countless sentient beings in the Zhuxian Sword Formation. Even Bai Ze, Ren Jian and others who were fighting couldn't help but stop at this time and looked sideways towards the battlefield.

The battle that determines the future trend of the Great Wilderness has finally come!

On the battlefield, the Demon Ancestor smiled coldly, stretched his palm, and the God-killing Spear was held in his hand: "With the traitors and traitors, why should I be concerned about my face? Kill me! Kill me, and I will be the unquestionable overlord of the Great Wilderness! No one can stop me from proof of the imperial way, even a saint."

He ignored the people of the three tribes, but looked at the gods and swept over the second ancestor of time: "You two old guys, are you willing to surrender to me?"

"Haha, you are one of the gods, but you are willing to fall and join the beasts. You really don't know what to do! We gods are ashamed to join you! Even if the gods die, they will never surrender to you like the devil!" The God of Time smiled coldly.

"Haha, what a hypocritical person. When I kill all your gods, let's see if your tone is still so tough!" The Demon Ancestor swept across the gods behind the Second Ancestor of Time and Space: "Even if you are, don't you want to surrender to me?"

The gods gritted their teeth, clenched their fists, and their eyes were filled with fire.

At this time, the God of War smiled coldly: "If you want to fight, you can fight. If you want to talk about it, what's the use of saying so much? At worst, you can just take this life by you. But if you want me to surrender, you can't think about it."

After hearing the words of the God of War, the Demon Ancestor smiled coldly, without any speculation, and the magic trick in his hand changed: "Zhuxian Sword Formation! Get up!"

With a command, the void was twisted, and the vast sword energy of the Zhu Xian four swords swept across the vast wilderness like a tide.

Wherever the sword energy of Zhuxian passes, the golden immortal will die if it is touched, and the wound will be injured if it is wiped.

Although the powerful people in the Golden Immortal Realm condense the origin of the law and have immortal power gathered in their bodies, they can only hold on for a quarter of an hour longer. Facing the overwhelming sword energy of Zhu Xian, there is only one way to be defeated.

All living beings are bleeding, and the red blood dyes the earth red.

It is not an exaggeration to take the blood from the oars to be truly flowing.

"Kill!" The God of War suddenly raised his hand and killed the Demon Ancestor: "Gods, never surrender!"

"How dare I compete with me with two-step ants in Daluo?" The Demon Ancestor looked at the stabbing God of War and smiled coldly. He shook the God-killing Gun in his hand, shook countless gun flowers, and instantly stabbed blood-red flowers on the God of War's neck.

The bright red blood has soaked the void.

"Bang!"

The sea of ​​blood splashed on the earth, and the God of War was pierced by the Demon Ancestor's God-killing Gun and fell into the sea of ​​blood.

"If you don't become a saint, you will eventually be an ant! Without the blessing of the racial trend, you will be vulnerable in front of this ancestor!" The Demon Ancestor showed a hint of disdain in his eyes, and shook the God-killing gun in his hand, with a hint of lust in his eyes.

The three ancestors on the opposite side changed color, and all the true gods of Daluo were sweating in cold sweat.

A powerful existence as a god of war, who can confront Da Luo in the third step, can't even take a move when facing the Demon Ancestor.

The innate spiritual treasure Gan Qi was sobbing in the sea of ​​blood, as if lamenting the passing of his master. Although the innate spiritual treasure was good, no one dared to compete for the treasure at this time.

"kill!"

The gods showed a touch of tragedy at this time. The Second Ancestor of Time and Space turned into a river of great time. The Kunlun Mirror in his hand burst out with an unparalleled holy power. A finger surrounded by Buddha's light came from nothingness, locking in time and space to point at the Demon Ancestor.

"Kill! If you don't kill the Demon Ancestor, it will definitely be difficult for us to be kind today! Everyone must work together to kill this villain!" The Qilin King transformed into Buzhou Mountain, and if he punched him, he smashed towards the Demon Ancestor.

Scan the various attacks in front of him, the Demon Ancestor shook his head gently: "The innate treasure is indeed a trouble."

A monk is in a state of innate treasure. Even a saint has no good way. He can beat him, but what's the use of not killing him?

The tip of the God-killing Gun swept away, and the fingers surrounded by Buddha light shattered, and then the Chaos Bead was picked away: "Old Loach, someone wants your life, I will accept your true dragon body, the ancestor."

The Demon Ancestor's God-killing Spear was stabbed out in the momentum, and the Ancestor Dragon turned into a real body, turning into a thousand feet long divine dragon. The chaotic air flowed around him, and swept his tail towards the Demon Ancestor's God-killing Spear.

"The racial trend?" Feeling the power of the Ancestral Dragon that is not weaker than that of a saint, the Demon Ancestor's eyebrows are slightly a little: "Let's let you live for a while, and wait for my demon army to pull out your lair and break your aura, and see how you show off your might! Then it will be your death!"

The Demon Ancestor stepped back and avoided the Ancestral Dragon's God-killing Spear. Then he twisted his body in an instant, and two additional clones appeared in the void. The two clones controlled the Zhuxian Sword Formation and swept towards the tribes of the three tribes below.

"not good!"

The Styx in the mud felt the overwhelming sword energy of Zhu Xian pouring over the sky. Without saying a word, he fled to the blood and soil below, as if someone was chasing his life behind him, and flew to the depths of the earth desperately.

There were many people like the Styx, and countless creatures turned into flowing light, trying to drill deep into the earth and avoid the strangulation of the Zhuxian Sword Formation.

"Natural!" The Demon Ancestor smiled disdainfully. The depths of the earth, and suddenly burst out infinite sword energy from the immortal. Then he heard a burst of screams and then there was no more.

"My life is over!" Bai Ze, who was deep in the earth, was shocked to his internal organs, and a hint of horror appeared in his eyes: "What a strong Demon Ancestor! What a strong Zhuxian Sword Formation! I only regret why I was so careless that I was actually trapped in the Demon Ancestor's plan. I should have stopped seeing what I should have done. I only regret that I could not see my senior brother again before my death!"

Then, the will of the Styx completely subsided, and endless darkness surged over.

In the great wilderness, blood flowed into a river.

The Demon Ancestor's God-killing Spear in his hand underestimated the magical powers of everyone, and said in his heart: "Sure enough, there are some tricks. Fortunately, the Third Ancestor misjudged the Houtu God and fought for both losses. Otherwise, how could I be so stalemate with the three clans so easily?"

The Demon Ancestor was a little scared, but he underestimated the power of the three clans. The three clans had fought both sides before and were still able to be on par with him. If he had not had the previous plan, he was afraid that he might not be able to compete with the three clans.

But what's the use of thinking so much?

Everything is going in the most favorable direction after all, right?

"However, before the three tribes' general trend is broken, it is still difficult to defeat everyone!" The Demon Ancestor's thoughts kept moving.

After everyone took action and found that the Demon Ancestor was not invincible, everyone showed a hint of soothing and then their morale was greatly boosted.

As for the dead tribes behind them, everyone had no time to take care of them.

Killing intention to rush to the night

Although the Demon Ancestor was not hard to deal with the attacks of everyone, it was not an ordinary difficulty to suppress everyone.

"Kill! The Demon Ancestor is not invincible. If we have the power to do it, our strength may not be weaker than the saint. As long as we can kill the Demon Ancestor before the power of our body is broken, there is still room for everything to be restored!" Zulong seemed to notice the glimmer of life in the dark and shouted: "Don't hide your weakness, kill the Demon Ancestor quickly, and then we will withdraw our troops and organize our own nests. The right way is to."

"Hahaha, the ten ancient evil spirits under my ancestors will not take long to break through the south of the world and the four seas. How long can the general trend of you last? Don't be foolish. If you give up resistance, I may be able to wait for you for a lifetime." The Demon Ancestor smiled coldly.

"The evil words confuse the crowd, it should be killed!" The God of Time stabbed out with a sword and slashed towards the demon ancestor's passing body.

"Haha, the saint has no past and future, your magical powers are ineffective on me!" The Demon Ancestor's God-killing Spear was picked up and collided with the divine light bursting out from the Kunlun Mirror, and it actually fought to the equal extent.

"This..." The Demon Ancestor was surprised and shocked: "This old thing is hiding his weakness! This guy has lived for countless thousands of years since he created the world. He really has some skills. The Kunlun Mirror in his hands and in the hands of the Qilin King are two levels of heaven and earth."

"First kill his wings, and then chew off all these hard bones!" The Demon Ancestor made up his mind and even killed the gods without saying a word.

The gods have no nests or base camps. These three thousand gods are the main trend. As long as these three thousand gods are killed, the general trend of the gods can be broken.
Chapter completed!