With a crackling sound, a disciple's arm was cut open, and immediately exploded in the void, along with blood and bones, shattering in the air.
There are wails and there is anger.
There was a king-level elder who had his head cut off. Scarlet blood dyed the sky red, like splashing ink, swaying across the sky. Immediately, his body exploded, temporarily blasting a black hole of nothingness out of the void, and madly sucked in the spiritual energy around him.
, slowly repaired.
Blood is flowing everywhere, from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. In the cracks, the disciples and elders of the Bingqing Sect are all wearing ice blue robes. Now, they are all dyed in blood.
If you hadn't known that there was a big war here, you might have thought that red clouds were staining the sky.
Rivers of blood flowed like this, including the boys who were killed. The cruelty of the Wanjian Sect reached an extreme, and the disciples of the Bingqing Sect had no choice but to fight to the death.
"retreat!"
Elder Bingqing is at the front. She is like a god, sitting upright on the sky. Behind her is the shadow of the Queen, shocking the entire sky. She stares coldly ahead, bleeding from her seven orifices.
What despair can hold down is her body, not her head.
One hundred thousand years ago, the Book of Heaven descended on the Southern Wilderness with a halberd and uprooted the entire Southern Wilderness. The only one who did not surrender was this force, the Ice Emperor Palace in the past!
Qian Yueqing's beautiful eyes were confused. She found that the elders and disciples were all crazy. Those who could retreat and those who couldn't retreat had only perseverance in their eyes.
The elders who usually opposed her also chose to die generously.
"Qian Yueqing, take good care of my disciples!"
Accompanied by a laugh from an elder from the Southern Sect, her body, which had been cut in half, suddenly erupted with spiritual light, rushed towards the two king-level elders, and exploded with a bang.
It seemed that the battle went from fierce to tragic in just one look.
It only took one breath.
"No, no, this, how, how could it be like this?" Qian Yueqing, who has been known as the most talented among the elders of the Bingqing Sect for thousands of years, was confused at this moment.
It seems that the Bingqing Sect is destined to be destroyed, and this place will be filled with rivers of blood and massacred.
"Leave no one behind, leave no one behind!"
Countless self-destructions caused the loss of a large number of elders and disciples of the Wanjian Sect. Xiao Sui was also furious. He was killing Elder Beimu in a battle. With three enemies against one, Elder Beimu was killed and he coughed up blood repeatedly, leaving his face pale.
, he felt half cold in his heart.
"Lin Changan, Lin Changan, do you want me to blow myself up here?"
The tragedy of Bingqingzong is like a sunset scroll, with sadness everywhere.
The large array opened and closed, and was finally sunk. The ancient divine patterns were destroyed, the sacred platform was shattered, the Taoist sect was destroyed, and the ruins were everywhere.
Lin Changan, who was in the Forest of Ten Thousand Demons, was making secrets at a faster and faster speed.
"There is still a while, only a hundred breaths left." Lin Changan murmured inwardly. As a great emperor, he was a little anxious at this moment.
This is that woman's place. Lin Changan doesn't want or want anyone to be stained with blood here. The hot sweat on his head becomes more and more dripping.
Take your time, take your time.
Lin Changan murmured inwardly. He, who was the emperor in his previous life, was getting a little impatient now.
Maybe it's because of that woman, maybe it's because of guilt.
It's just because of that woman.
"Boom!"
The elder Zhao, who was wearing a dark robe, broke free from all the shackles, and the ice exploded. It was his God King's weapon that worked. A trace of the God King's soul was injected into the long sword. At this moment, when he broke free, the ice exploded.
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"Zhao Ling, you can't even solve the Bingqing Sect?" Among the long black swords, a figure of a rickety old man with a height of thousands of feet suddenly appeared. The shadow was majestic, like the arrival of ancient gods and demons, exuding a transcendence that transcended everything.
The terrifying power of the gods, and even the powerful gods, also had serious expressions. Under the suppression of this terrifying power, everyone must bow their heads.
Zhao Ling, the elder named Zhao who was wearing a black robe in front of him, looked extremely ugly at the moment. He did not expect that there were so many wonderful skills hidden in this small Bingqing Sect.
The terrifying formation, logically speaking, should not be something that the six small sects should have.
"This, I know I was wrong." He could only bow his head and admit his mistake. In front of the King of Gods, even the most powerful gods could only bow their heads and surrender. They were so frightened that they could not even say no.
The god king snorted coldly, and the old man moved slowly, and immediately set his eyes on Bingqing in front of him, as well as on the battlefields below, with a look of scorn on his face.
"A bunch of trash." He spoke with a cold voice, scolding not only Zhao Ling in front of him, but also the elders and disciples of Wanjian Sect.
Finally, he looked at Bingqing in front of him, opened his hand and slapped it hard.
"Go to hell!"
The big hand suddenly fell down and slapped it in front of him. Endless terrifying power suddenly gathered in front of him, and the strength of the god king level burst out.
Although it is only a soul at the level of a god king, it still has a hint of the power of a god king, which is enough to crush ordinary gods several times.
"Boom!"
However, what was waiting for him was not directly crushed, but the Ice King shadow behind Elder Bingqing, which was suddenly killed with a big hand.
The huge bodies of the two trembled violently, and the void shook with it. The Ice King's figure was as motionless as a mountain, and the old God King's face also became ugly.
Can the Ice Emperor in front of me snipe at him?
How can this be?
Even if one's own strength is placed in a small remnant soul, it is definitely not comparable to the ordinary powerful gods.
No matter how powerful the secret technique is.
Unless it is an existence beyond the level of a god king.
"Is this an existence beyond the level of a god-king?"
He murmured in his heart, murmuring a little bit of fire, surpassing the god-king level technique, which, for his own force, is also a treasure.
"I never thought that such a treasure would be hidden in this small place. Now, it belongs to me." He showed a slightly cold smile, extremely gloomy, and his big hand came down again, and the Ice Emperor's
The big hand is also stretched out.
"roll!"
Accompanied by the roar of the old man, the Ice Emperor's body suddenly exploded and was crushed into slag. Elder Bingqing spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood and passed out.
The condition has reached an extreme level.
Her face was pale, all the spiritual energy in her body was exhausted, and she no longer had the strength to fight. She could only grit her teeth and stare at the figure in front of her, with murderous intent and helplessness coexisting in her eyes.