Liu Yan'er stepped on the icicle and flew up, and the storm formation from the God's Palace quickly entangled Liu Yan'er.
The strong wind is like a sharp blade, sweeping and crushing Liu Yan'er.
Countless pairs of eyes stared at the sky for a moment, just when they thought Liu Yan'er's petite body was about to be pierced by thousands of arrows from the sharp wind.
boom!
Tsk!
Two voices sounded in succession, and a strong wind was seen passing over the mountain. Silks of ice suddenly appeared, sealing the storm formation.
Liu Yan'er swept out of it and stepped upward through the void.
Snowflakes were falling, and the cold ice turned into stairs one after another under Liu Yan'er's feet, going up layer by layer until they reached the palace of the God King.
"Disciples of Tiandiyuan, come up." The moment Liu Yan'er turned around, the hem of her robe flew in the air and drew a beautiful arc.
The disciples of Tiandiyuan were stunned, and then their blood boiled when they realized it, and they shouted Liu Yan'er's name.
The same is true for other practitioners.
They had only heard of the name Ye Qingge and the Wuji Bow God. They did not expect that there was Liu Yan'er in Tiandiyuan.
This moment is the beginning of Liu Yan'er's fame in the heaven of gods, and the beginning of the blooming of her life!
Qing Ge looked at Liu Yan'er with a slight smile on her lips.
She stood up and walked out of the Tomb of Death, leading the disciples of the Heaven and Earth Academy to walk up the frost stairs.
All the disciples of Tiandiyuan entered the Palace of God King!
Liu Yan'er's mind moved slightly, all the frost was put away, the frozen stairs collapsed in an instant, and the strong wind continued.
Looking at the rapidly rotating wind, everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
"Everyone, the storm formation is one of the heavenly magic formations. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the power within the storm formation has faded a lot. We will work together to break the formation together."
The person who spoke with a loud voice was the Ninth Girl of the Medicine Sect. With Ninth Girl speaking, other practitioners flocked to her.
Thousands of practitioners gathered together to form a vast and magnificent scene.
A wasteland, a mansion, and a group of fanatical practitioners.
They each stood on one side and raised their weapons in the direction of the storm formation. Silks of spiritual power gathered together through the weapons, forming a ball of snow-white light filled with energy. Finally, this ball of white light flashed towards the storm formation.
A blow that gathered everyone's strength, the light was dazzling, and cracks gradually appeared in the storm array.
Immediately, there was a loud noise and the gust of wind shattered.
At the front of the mansion, a staircase with flowing golden light appears.
God’s Palace, climb the ladder to heaven!
As soon as the ladder appeared, there were signs of disappearing. Before everyone could be happy, they rushed forward with all their strength, and even fought for it.
The golden light on the ladder to heaven began to spread, seeming to envelope the God King's Palace.
If the golden light is completely enveloped, they will no longer be able to enter the God King's Mansion!
In the golden light, a stunning figure appeared again.
He is dressed in purple and has picturesque eyebrows.
He is the God-King.
This time, the God King did not have the poetic and picturesque appearance of standing on the courtyard wall or beside the branches.
His eyes were full of cruelty and blood, and when he spoke, his voice was faint as if coming from all directions: "Everyone, the temple in the mansion is small and cannot accommodate too many people. Three hundred is the limit!"
His voice was ruthless, cold, wanton and cruel.
Three hundred people, what a concept!
There are thousands of people on Dingshan Mountain. Even if hundreds of people were killed due to strong winds before, there are still nearly a thousand people.
Among these nearly a thousand people, only three hundred were able to enter the God King's Mansion from the ladder to heaven.
The wages of avarice is death.
No one can withstand the temptation of huge profits.
It was truly a cruel test.
Qing Ge narrowed her eyes, and her eyes fell on the cultivators in front of the ladder to heaven.
Her gaze moved upwards to look at the God King.
From everything she knew, she thought that the God King was compassionate, indecisive, and caring about the country and the people.
It turns out that the God King also has a violent side.
The God King had already laid out the plan when his body fell thousands of years ago, waiting for this fight ten thousand years later.
"Damn it, you can come to this God King's Mansion." When a person was about to rush to the God King's Mansion, a cultivator behind him cut off the man's arm with a knife, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to grab the other person's back collar.
Throw it out of the ladder with great force.
The cultivator laughed ferociously, his eyes flashed with greed like a gambler's, and his whole face was distorted with his deteriorated mood.
God’s Palace! Here I come!
Before the cultivator could step on it, a sword from the side penetrated his neck, and blood spilled onto the ladder.
"I'm sorry, God King's Mansion, I have to go in!" Even if I can get a piece of the pie, that would be good.
Dingshan hillside became a killing ground.
Everyone looked hideous.
kill!
Kill them all and leave no trace behind!
die!
Let them all die!
Anyone who hinders my progress should be cut into pieces!
If only by killing you, can I ascend the ladder to heaven and enter the palace of the God King.
That--
Why don't you die!
The strong smell of blood flowed in the sky, making people feel extremely sick and nauseated.
Baili Qingfeng's stomach turned, and he knelt aside and started retching.
Lin Feng frowned, as if he didn't want to see such a scene.
Wang Qinghong is as indifferent as an arrogant god. The world is cruel, so what does it have to do with him?
The disciples of Tiandiyuan were particularly uncomfortable, but they could only be thankful that they came to the God King's Mansion first.
There were corpses everywhere on the ladder to heaven, and the golden light was dyed red with blood.
Like the Wangchuan River next to the Naihe Bridge, corpses are floating on the river. Next to each corpse, a blood-red Manzhu Shahua blossoms.
"ah……"
Miss Ninth panicked, and when someone slashed at her face, she subconsciously shouted out.
Death was so close to her.
Miss Ninth's eyes narrowed, and the sharp edge of the blade was reflected in her eyes.
At the critical moment, the sharp blade is close at hand.
A red shadow flashed past, and the singer held the Ming Wang Sword and cut off the sharp blade with one strike.
Qingge took hold of Ninth Girl's hand, and the blood demon bloomed on the soles of her feet, and appeared on the mansion the next moment,
Miss Ninth was still frightened and frightened. She lay on the edge of the mansion and looked down. Her eyes were full of scarlet red!
Her companions were all dead and disabled!
"No..." Miss Ninth shouted helplessly.
Massacre!
Massacre!
Harsh shouts came and went.
The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword!
Broken limbs!
This fight continued into the evening.
In the end, only three hundred people survived.
All the other cultivators have become souls that will never rest in peace.
Among the three hundred people, there was one man wearing black clothes, a mask on his face, and venomous eyes.
Her clothes were soaked with blood. She looked in the direction of Qing Ge, then looked into the depths of the God King's Palace, muttering to herself: "Phoenix Tail Feather! No one can snatch it from me!"
Qing Ge stood at the edge. From the ladder to the top of the mountain to Dingshan Hill, there were corpses, bones, and blood everywhere.
The interweaving creates a dark and forbidding painting.
The desolation that fills the whole body is sung softly.
She can't stop anything, all she can do is survive this fight!
As for the sentient beings, so what?
"That man actually embarked on the path of killing." Feng Qi's bitter laughter came from the world of Qingge.
Kill a group, use the slaughter as a spirit, kill the crazy demon, and use the blood to become a god!
Feng Qi looked at the God King in the golden light through Qing Ge, and felt so uncomfortable.
Every emotion seemed to be eating away her soul.
The disciples of Tiandiyuan were all shocked by this scene.
They have never seen such a big scene, thousands of people fighting!