When Zhang Wenchang saw it, he turned out to be the Golden-winged Little Peng King. At this time, he was holding the Great Wild Halberd, suspended above the blood lake. Every time he waved it, the monsters turned into fly ash.
"A monster that doesn't know how to live or die!" Golden feathers flew out from his body and turned into golden swords. In the blink of an eye, a large open space was cleared, and he passed the blood lake first.
Others saw the Golden Winged Peng King passing through first, and flew towards the Blood Lake one by one, each showing their magical powers and secret skills.
Those monsters were killed less and less, and those who came out were bound to die. In the end, they were killed and did not dare to show up, so they sank to the bottom of the lake.
Zhang Wenchang also flew over, and for the monsters that couldn't open their eyes, he raised his hand and turned them into ashes with thunder.
The young masters rushing forward were obviously divided into several echelons.
The Golden-winged Little Peng King, Yaoguang Holy Son, Ji Haoyue, and the Jiang family’s Divine King Body are obviously the first echelon, charging ahead.
Then there are the saints and saints from other major holy places.
Further behind are the disciples of the other major forces, the younger generation of masters. Of course, their strength is obviously not as good as those of the saints and saints.
Zhang Wenchang also saw some young masters from small sects, some casual cultivators who had not joined the sect, and some monsters who came to try their luck.
Zhang Wenchang saw that almost all of these people had blood on their bodies, and he didn't know whether it was his own or the enemy's.
There are always some fish that slip through the net and attack them. Not everyone is so lucky and powerful.
However, as practitioners, a cleansing technique can make their bodies as smooth and clean as ever.
The secret of healing soon allowed them to regenerate their severed limbs, so some people looked miserable, but in fact it was not a big problem.
After passing this bloody lake, we flew forward for more than ten miles and came to an underground palace.
The sight and smell ahead are astonishing. All the negative energy is swept away.
There appeared a palace shining with holy light, emitting one after another of holy light, dispelling the gloom and weirdness.
It is full of exotic flowers and plants, surrounded by lush ancient trees. It is like a garden, with many plants growing naturally in this underground palace.
This palace is made of jade as the main material, and the overall style is golden yellow, just like gold, and also like sacred jade. It is a very special material.
This kind of gold and jade is sparkling and golden, like crystal, very dreamy.
Zhang Wenchang stepped forward, stepping on the golden jade steps.
This place is full of brilliance, no luck, and full of the fragrance of flowers and plants. Large areas of exotic flowers and plants are planted in this palace.
The rich spiritual energy rushed towards me, and everything was shiny and sparkling. It turned out that this hall was carved from spiritual jade.
Everyone who had just walked into the hall suddenly felt one after another cold eyes staring at them, and a cold breath came over them.
A group of tall Yin soldiers, or to be precise, a group of tall Yin generals. They opened their cold eyes as if they had just woken up.
They are six meters tall and behind them are a pair of black wings that are several meters long when unfolded.
The shimmering black wings have a metallic luster and look very hard and sharp.
Their gleaming black claws are like black swords, and when they spread out their figures, they look like a crowd rushing towards them.
Zhang Wenchang glanced around and saw that everyone had begun to separate and gather together. The major forces had begun to be wary of each other and no longer worked together.
Obviously, after the appearance of this hall full of sacred atmosphere, the most precious treasure is likely to appear, and everyone will become a competitor.
Among these crowds, the largest number of people were around the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King, where many demon tribes from the Northern Territory gathered.
Yan Ruyu, Little Dragon King in Tsing Yi, and many other young masters of the demon clan.
At this time, Yan Ruyu obviously did not recognize Zhang Wenchang, because Zhang Wenchang changed his appearance again at this time. Yan Ruyu did not have a heavenly eye, although he could not recognize him.
At this time, Yan Ruyu came with the Qinglian Emperor's soldiers, but she acted very low-key. She was protected by many demon clans and almost never took any action.
A Yin general flew over and grabbed Zhang Wenchang head on.
The purple thunderbolt on Zhang Wenchang's body instantly went wild, and when he raised his hand, a string of thunderstorms flew out. The evil general was blown away and let out a shrill scream. In the unwilling howl, he turned into a piece of charred ashes.
The other two monsters who wanted to pounce on Zhang Wenchang glared at Zhang Wenchang with fierce eyes, flapped their wings, turned away, and pounced on those with weak breaths.
Zhang Wenchang stared at the Holy Son of Zifu again. A monster pounced on the Holy Son of Zifu.
He held a purple holy sword and struck the Yin general hard, making a sound like iron.
The bodies of these monsters are very hard. They are vivid and seem to be alive, but their flesh is extremely hard, just like metal.
The purple divine sword slashed at the monster's body, leaving only a wound but not breaking them into pieces.
The Holy Son of Purple Mansion seemed to feel that he had lost face. His body became steaming with purple energy, and a dazzling purple light flew out, crushing the Yin Soldier's head.
The golden-winged Xiaopeng King is still as brave as ever, and the great wilderness halberd, which is as black as ink, is like a harvester harvesting the lives of the Yin soldiers.
With a wave of his hand, he split a powerful monster in half with a pop.
Ji Haoyue was also very brave at this time. His large handprint in the void, which was as black as ink, covered the sky and the sun, and killed several monsters with one slap.
The Jiang family's divine king body can be shot into nine flaming phoenixes. The blazing flames are like magma, and the blazing flames burnt monsters one after another.
The Holy Son of Fluttering Light's Holy Light Technique is so superb that at any moment there are rounds of suns, shining on the heaven and earth. Wherever they pass, it is like ice and snow melting, and monsters melt one after another.
Zhang Wenchang saw a group of Ji family children gathered around Ji Haoyue.
A group of Jiang family's children gathered around the Jiang family's divine king body.
The Holy Son of Yaoguang is naturally surrounded by the disciples of the Holy Land of Yaoguang.
These disciples are not only protecting their saints and saints, but at the same time, these saints and saints are also protecting their fellow disciples.
As for those casual cultivators who have no one to protect them, as well as the disciples of small sects, they are in dire straits.
From time to time, some people were cut in half by the sharp wings, some were swallowed directly, and some were torn into pieces by the sharp claws.
The scene was in chaos. Some people were accidentally injured by the ultimate move of the peerless genius, and some were killed by monsters.
Zhang Wenchang did not have so many oil bottles with him. At this time, his whole body was flashing with lightning, and he was staying in a corner, scanning around and observing everything here.
Occasionally, a fish slipped through the net, and Zhang Wenchang killed him casually.
Hundreds of corpses were soon left here, and everyone seemed to be used to it. No matter whether they were male or female monks, they didn't feel uncomfortable about it. When they came to grab the treasure, maybe they were already prepared to die.
