The rolling clouds cover the sky and the sun, and occasionally red light flashes, and the bodies of countless monks kept falling from the dark clouds.
Blood was like heavy rain, pouring on this inch of mud that had long become wasteland.
The monks are fighting, and the ordinary people on the ground are fighting. Looking around, the places you see are all battlefields.
In the dark, many monks looked cold and used their unique techniques to refine the essence and blood in front of them, and cause and effect.
This is just a corner of the Red Desert Star. Similar battles happen anytime and anywhere, and only the battle between foundation building.
Some are golden elixirs.
There are also the middle three levels and the upper three levels. In just a hundred years, almost all major forces in the Red Desert Star have been involved in this battle that is enough to change the situation in the next five thousand years.
"Master of the Ministry, for a hundred years, we have not only not changed the situation in front of us, but have made the situation even worse.
The methods of the Blood Spirit Sect are far more powerful than our company. It’s better to stop here and stay away from here, or be able to protect yourself.”
This is a special battlefield. Those who fight here will have the lowest cultivation level and are mainly based on the Tao.
A group of monks in white clothes were standing behind a woman at this moment. Their faces were ashen, ugly, and their eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.
For a whole century, they have used all kinds of means to try to stop the major battlefields of the Red Desert Star and cease to fight.
But whenever there is any effect, they will be secretly destroyed by the Blood Spirit Sect, and their spiritual-slaying cultivators are decreasing year by year.
Now... there are less than a thousand people with names and surnames in the Spirit Sect, but the power of the Blood Spirit Sect is far more than a hundred times and a thousand times greater than theirs.
The woman's cold eyes were like lightning, looking for something in the chaotic battlefield. After a few breaths, her eyes locked in a figure. It was a white-haired old man who stood in the corner of the battlefield like a light wind.
He did not participate in the war, but his side was empty. Even if a monk attacked nearby, he would deliberately avoid this person.
"Mingzhe protects himself? We were born in Hongmo, how could we watch this place be transformed into wasteland by the blood spirit."
The woman said lightly.
"But……"
Everyone looked at each other, and their expressions became increasingly ugly.
They are not afraid of death.
What are the fears of death?
If they hadn't accidentally stepped into the immortal path, they should have died very early.
But they are afraid that they will die worthless.
Death is meaningless.
"Xu Haitang, if you continue to fight like this, it will be meaningless to you and me. It would be better to turn war into jade. If you find a place to stay in seclusion for more than a hundred years, the situation of Hongmoxing can return to the past."
The old man with white hair suddenly smiled, his eyes pierced through the void and landed on the woman.
"Wang Chongsong, if you die today, maybe the battle will end. Why not be able to get killed and let the sky be clear here?"
Xu Haitang laughed softly.
While speaking, she had a long sword in her hand, and the terrifying sword intent swept across all directions with her as the center.
The chaotic battlefield changed instantly because of this rolling sword intent, and everyone stopped unknowingly.
The title of the No. 1 Sword Immortal in the Red Desert is worthy of their fear.
"Xu Haitang, you are too naive. Hongmoxing has to decide the winner until now. Even if I die, I can't change the situation here.
Why don’t you ask these sect leaders, sect leaders, if they are willing to stop there?"
Wang Chongsong chuckled with his beard.
The monks from all sides looked at each other, their faces a little gloomy.
Now that the foundation of the major sects is almost exhausted, so stop here?
impossible!
No matter what happens now, you have to decide the winner, otherwise it will be a loss. The practice world of Hongmoxing will be weak for more than a thousand years!
Only by integrating resources and allowing a few people to control some of the resources left by the Red Desert Star at this time can we continue to make the world of cultivation prosperous!
"Xu Jianxian, what Wang Xianwang said is right. At this moment, we can no longer stop and we must decide the winner."
An immortal king spoke slowly.
When the Immortal King who had fought with him had a sneer when he heard this:
"Today, you either die, or I die."
There are more than ten immortal kings in this battlefield, all of which are the top of Hongmo Star. They control nearly 90% of the resources in the Redmo Star cultivation world!
This battle has lasted for more than a hundred years, and the foundation accumulated in his hands for many years has been beaten to only 20% or 30% of the peak period, or even less.
If you stop here, wouldn’t this century be useless?
"This is what the Blood Spirit Sect wants to see. You are all immortal kings. Are you really so stupid?"
Xu Haitang said coldly.
Everyone looked at each other, and one of the immortal kings said, "What is the Blood Spirit Sect going to do, what does it have to do with us?"
There is no need to worry about the life and death of an ant. If Xu Jianxian wants this battle to end today.
Why not help me solve these sluts with the Changsheng Sect? In the future, Hongmoxing takes Changsheng Sect as the most respected and can maintain order, so that Hongmoxing no longer has the current chaos!”
"You Changsheng Sect still want to be the only one in Hongmo? A joke! Why do you have such thoughts?
In terms of background, you are not as good as many of the same level present. In terms of background, I remember that you were a casual cultivator at the time with low qualifications?
If you hadn't been to the ancient immortal road and became a fairy seedling, you would have turned into a cup of loess today, so what's the right to stand in front of us!"
Everyone began to quarrel.
Xu Haitang frowned. These guys had their own thoughts, not that they knew what the Blood Spirit Sect did behind it.
But they don't care at all, they only care about their own interests.
The smile on Wang Chongsong's face became more and more sarcastic. He looked at Xu Haitang and joked:
"Xu Jianxian, have you seen it? This is called the general trend. Now that the general trend has been completed, if you want to change the world, you have to kill us all."
After a pause, he looked at the immortal kings of all sides: "Same, if you really want to argue for a reason, Xu Haitang will have to die, otherwise which of you can stand her settlement in the future?"
“…”
Everyone looked at each other with a slightly solemn expression. The eyes of Xu Haitang were already shining with a hint of sternness.
"You people would rather be used by the Blood Spirit Sect and be dogs for the Blood Spirit Sect than think about the problem?"
The cultivator of the Spirit-Slaying Division shouted.
"The world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit."
Wang Chongsong smiled lightly and said, "Only people do profitable things, and those you do... are just a joke."
"Wang Chongsong is right. Xu Haitang is a man who is too murderous. If he doesn't get rid of him today, even if we decide the winner, it will be difficult to guarantee that the score will be settled in the autumn."
The immortal king of the Changsheng Sect said in a deep voice.
His words have been recognized by many people.
In the void, Yan Haoran and others looked at this scene with a complicated expression.
"The words of the prince, Wang Chongsong, are just the truth, and the Spirit God Cult can continue to grow."
Yan Haoran looked at Fang Chen beside him and said softly.