On the gloomy and bloody battlefield, with the appearance of the oven, the entire void became scorching hot.
The flames filled the surrounding area, and the sound of blasting wind and fire from the oven swept across, attracting the attention of countless warriors. The oven in the center of the battlefield was like a volcano about to explode, and people gradually felt a sense of danger.
The ancestors of Piaoxue Palace all frowned.
They had experienced the smell in the oven before in the Snow Palace...
In the void, Murong Fen closed his eyes slightly and entered a mysterious state. It seemed as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him. There were only dancing formation seals and an oven in his hands.
In his heart, there is only the formation path.
Gradually, the flames in the oven became hotter and hotter, and the smell that filled the air became more and more terrifying.
Beside Murong Fen, Lin Huang was also controlling the formation. In the center of the formation, he was constantly refining the power of several natural and earthly treasures, just waiting for the moment when Murong Fen opened the furnace...
Squeak.
In the void, the cry of the blood crow suddenly sounded.
Then the blood crows screamed loudly, boiling like the sea, which made people's souls frightened. Countless warriors raised their heads, and saw all the blood crows in the valley flying towards Murong Fen at this moment, heading towards the oven burning with raging fire.
There seemed to be a hint of fear in the scream.
Fear of ovens.
Therefore, these countless blood crows who have just opened their spiritual wisdom will crush that person in the void to death completely.
"Snow is falling on earth!"
At this moment, a whisper suddenly sounded in the void.
I saw Yan Zangfeng's one-arm, slowly falling from the void. As he waved his long sleeves, heavy snow fell from the sky in a ten-mile radius, guarding Murong Fen. The snowflakes were poignant and filled with endless murderous intent, sweeping across like a strong wind.
All the blood crows that rushed towards them were killed one after another.
The scene of void made all the warriors on the battlefield a bit stunned.
In the heavy snow in the sky, the one-armed middle-aged man was strolling leisurely. Snowflakes were flying all over the sky while waving his sleeves and hands. One person was blocking the endless torrent of blood crows like a big river.
No matter how powerful Wu Hou is, he cannot be so cool and unrestrained.
The battle lasted for more than half a day, and Yan Zangfeng was actually bloodless. Although he only had one arm, he was stronger than all the warriors here.
"Yan Zangfeng will definitely become a martial king!"
Some warriors sighed.
Only a strong man in the Martial King realm can be so calm and calm when facing the blood crow coming from the sky.
"It is indeed a martial arts myth of more than seventy years, which is amazing!"
"It's a pity... Even a strong man in the Martial King realm can't kill them all when faced with such a vast army of blood crows!"
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On the battlefield, while the warriors were surprised, their hearts were also extremely heavy.
Whether it is Yan Zangfeng or Xuanyuan Tibing, they are afraid that the warriors in the Eastern Spirit Realm will be thrown far away. But even these two people who are at the pinnacle of the world are helpless when facing the Yin and Yang Valley. They are so evil.
How powerful should the king be?
A sound of ah...
Just when tens of thousands of warriors felt invisible pressure, the warriors' screams suddenly rang out on the battlefield.
And there's more than one.
It was continuous, and countless screams instantly sounded throughout the battlefield that stretched hundreds of miles. Accompanying those screams, there was also blood mist exploding in the void.
The sudden change caused the expressions of all the warriors to change...
Thousands of warriors turned their heads, only to find countless black robes appearing on the blood-soaked battlefield, all holding sickles, and their whole bodies were filled with a cold aura.
At a glance, there were as many as three thousand people.
In the void, Xuanyuan Tibing looked at the warriors in black clothes who appeared one after another, and a cold smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then Xuanyuan Tibing turned his head and looked in the direction of Yan Zangfeng...
The wind is blowing and the snow is shrill.
Endless blood crows are like rivers, rushing into the snowy world, even if their bodies turn into powder.
Um?
At this moment, Yan Zangfeng suddenly snorted.
I saw a black crow in the heavy snow. It survived the terrifying destructive power of the snowflakes.
That pitch-black crow not only survived, but was also safe and sound.
Not only was he safe and sound, but he was also close to Yan Zangfeng. Moreover, it was not until the dark crow flew in front of Yan Zangfeng that the latter noticed it.
Just as Yan Zangfeng reacted, the dark crow let out a loud roar, and then the murderous aura erupted like the sea bursting its embankment, drowning Yan Zangfeng. The dark crow was like a sharp sword.
, clanging sound, killing towards Yan Zangfeng...
On the battlefield, the moment three thousand black robes appeared, they formed a large formation.
On the battlefield where corpses are piled up, mysterious and complex bloody formations flow, like blood-sucking monsters, quietly devouring the blood on the battlefield. At the same time, the blood of all the warriors on the battlefield is flowing, and the skin and flesh slowly crack, and there is blood.
overflow.
The faces of the tens of thousands of warriors changed slightly, with doubts, surprise, and murderous intent in their eyes.
Obviously, these three thousand black robes are from the Blood Spirit Palace.
Naturally, it is impossible for these people to appear out of thin air, so the only explanation is that these three thousand black robes of the Blood Spirit Palace have long been hidden among thousands of warriors, waiting for the present moment.
And during the previous battle against Blood Crow, these people did not know how many evil tricks they had secretly done.
However, there are tens of thousands of warriors here, so why should they be afraid when facing three thousand black robes? Amidst the constant shouts of killing, tens of thousands of warriors are like goshawks, heading towards the three thousand black robes in the valley to kill them.
Facing the countless warriors coming from the torrent of steel, the three thousand black robes of the Blood Spirit Palace did not seem to be afraid. There seemed to be a taste of disdain in those cold and ruthless eyes, just like the goshawks in the sky looking down at the ants on the ground.
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Bang……
Bang bang bang bang.
At this moment, something unexpected happened.
I saw the warriors rushing away, who had not yet approached the Blood Spirit Hall, and fell to the ground, as if the muscles and bones in the body had been pulled out, like mud, and then turned into a mass at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The pool of blood merged into the bloody formation of the valley.
Countless warriors stopped and looked horrified.
They looked at their bodies, only to find that the wounds that had not been noticed before were rapidly expanding, vitality was flowing out, and the whole body was like a funnel.
The realm fell rapidly.
Together with their appearance, they began to grow old and their lives began to drain away.
Thousands of warriors looked up and looked at the men in black robes holding sickles and controlling the bloody formation, as if falling into an ice cellar.
Never would I have imagined that that seemingly inconspicuous blood-colored formation could actually swallow up a warrior's realm and lifespan, killing people invisible.
What a terrible method this is.
As time went by, the bloody formation in the valley became more and more dazzling, and as the light flowed, it was like a sea of blood, drowning thousands of warriors.
And in the sky above the battlefield, Yan Zangfeng seemed to no longer be as calm and calm as before. He fought with the dark crow with one arm, which seemed to be very laborious...