Xiao Hong yelled immediately after Ming Chenye's words.
Four kings, charge with me. Kill one to get your capital, kill two to make a profit.
After Xiaohong finished shouting, she let out a long roar towards the army of monsters she was leading behind her.
"Aww..." In an instant, the bloody monsters that had been completely killed all raised their heads and roared, and even rushed towards the undead army.
"Grandma, don't let the monsters look down on us. Kill us." The head of the Lingnan family waved the magic weapon in his hand, howling and charging towards the skeleton army.
"Kill..." The remaining forces of the seven sects, who were already exhausted and couldn't see the future, became filled with passion when they heard the words, roared and rushed forward.
Kill one to get enough money, kill two to earn money.
These are the words, these are the words.
The wind suddenly picked up, and it was already a hot midsummer day, but it turned out to be cold and gloomy.
However, the passion and anger are even hotter than in midsummer.
The dead are merciless, but humans are righteous.
"Hmph, a bunch of ants." Liu Biyao snorted coldly as she looked down at the seven sects whose eyes were bloodshot and rushed up to hold back part of her skeleton army.
"Since you don't want your life, then I will deal with you first." A cold voice fell from the sky, ruthless and extremely rampant.
Then Liu Biyao turned the flute in his hand and started playing facing the seven sects.
Immediately afterwards, the rear army of monsters, which had been focusing on attacking the city, immediately turned around and surrounded the seven sect forces that were dragging them back.
With murderous intent, the army of tens of thousands of undead surrounded and suppressed the remaining strength of the seven sects.
Not far away, the attacking undead army did not stop.
The ear-piercing screams still sounded continuously.
Blood quickly spread across the scarlet earth.
At the same time, the gloomy black in the sky, accompanied by the cold wind, quickly rolled towards the distant curtain, covering the sky and the sun.
The world seems to have no more light.
Fighting, endless fighting.
I don’t know the time, I don’t know how long.
Maybe it's just a moment, maybe it's been a thousand years.
"Damn it, Yun Slayer Tianjun Luo Yu, where are you going to die? If you don't come back, I will die."