There are now tens of thousands of monks in the Immortal Alliance. Behind these tens of thousands of people, under the eyes of the huge temple, the man surnamed Bei looked at the great elder of Daochen Sect who shouted the words from a distance.
"Daochen Sect, this sect that is destined to perish, actually... still has many such respectable strong men." The man surnamed Bei sighed secretly, he had been fighting with Daochen Sect for hundreds of years, and every time
In times of desperation, people like this will appear in Daochen Sect.
Even if they shout out such words and complete such actions, the reason is that their tribe is within the control of Daochen Sect. For the continued survival of their tribe, they have to do this, but they are still worthy of respect.
On the contrary, their fairy alliance seems to be powerful, but in fact no such person has appeared.
"What a pity..." The man named Bei shook his head.
"Let the chariot explode. Let these people wake up when they are going crazy." When the man surnamed Bei said calmly, someone immediately followed him and quickly announced the death sentence.
A moment later, on this battlefield, the nine huge chariots that caused a lot of killing suddenly collapsed. Each chariot was composed of hundreds of thousands of swords. The nine chariots were equal to
Millions of great swords, all at this moment, whipped up the sword wind, roaring and roaring.
The lasing of millions of great swords was comparable to a catastrophe for the monks. Originally, there were only more than 10,000 disciples of the Chen Sect left, but at the moment when the nine chariots collapsed, the shrill roars suddenly overwhelmed them.
All the sounds here have become silent.
Seven thousand people... turned into minced meat, and with their roars, disappeared forever under the sky, both body and soul destroyed.
Even if it means death, it is easy to say this sentence. But some words, like promises, you are its master before you say it, but after you say it, you will become its slave.
Seven thousand people died, and the remaining 5,000 Dao Chen Sect disciples, even though they yelled out the previous words, now seem to have been sprinkled with cold water on their heads, trembling and retreating. There is a situation that is about to collapse.
sign.
"Chariots, we are just people guarding this place. We are not a war hall, and we have no weapons... A mere 80,000 alliance monks are equipped with nine sword fighting chariots..." The elder of the Elder Hall here burst into laughter.
Seeing the Daochen Sect disciples who were about to collapse, he suddenly jumped up and turned into a rainbow towards the front.
This rainbow is like a moth flying into the flames. It knows it will die, but... it still flies towards the flames.
He didn't say any more exciting words, and he didn't shout any more words that would cost him his life. These are no longer necessary. If someone is running away, then let's run away. But he can't run away. This rush is not for Daochen Sect, this one is not for Daochen Sect.
Chong. Not for himself, but for his people. For his descendants and blood relatives.
"With my death, in exchange for Daochen Sect's tolerance for my people, this matter... is worth it." The old man's eyes were blood red, and with madness and persistence, he rushed towards the camp of the Immortal Clan Alliance.
"You two take action and use the Moon-Destroying Thunder to end his life. He is already seeking death. Although you are not strong enough, he will not dodge." The man surnamed Bei looked at the moth-like creature in the distance.
The old man spoke calmly.
"This battle can end early." The man surnamed Bei raised his head and glanced at the huge eyeball above, with a flash of disgust in his eyes.
But the moment he looked at the huge eyeball above, suddenly, there was an uproar on the battlefield. This sound came from the people of the Daochen Sect, and also from the people of the Immortal Clan Alliance.
As the uproar appeared, bursts of excited cheers suddenly spread.
"The people who are waiting for us are here!!"
"It's the sect's war boat. The sect's people are here to save us!!"
As the sound swirled around, even the great elder who rushed out with all his heart to seek death stopped and looked back sharply.
He saw hundreds of war boats galloping from the starry sky, as well as nearly ten thousand monks on the war boats. Excitement flashed in his eyes, but when he looked further away,
But it was empty.
Only these people...
In the bitterness of the old man, the uproar around him slowly disappeared, and the meaning of despair once again emerged in the minds of the thousands of monks of Daochen Sect. After experiencing the previous madness, the will to die was extinguished by millions of swords.
These people who showed signs of collapse were rekindled by the appearance of hundreds of war boats, but... this excitement was ruthlessly extinguished once they saw that there were only a few hundred war boats. This went on and on, and they were gone.
The slightest hint of fighting spirit collapsed... appeared on almost every one of these thousands of monks almost instantly.
As the thousands of Chen Sect monks dispersed, tens of thousands of monks from the Immortal Clan Alliance focused on the hundreds of war boats with murderous eyes at this moment.
The man surnamed Bei also moved his gaze away from the huge eyeball above and looked at the hundreds of war boats in the distance.
"It's not the Daochen Sect's team to help here, otherwise these people wouldn't be the only ones. They should be passing by here, but since they are here, let's leave them behind." The man surnamed Bei said calmly.
Su Ming stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the battlefield ahead. He saw the tens of thousands of monks from the Immortal Clan Alliance, the thousands of people from the Daochen Sect who had collapsed, the thick blood all around, and the countless people filling the starry sky.
minced meat.
"Do I have a battle flag?" Su Ming suddenly asked.
Xu Hui was stunned. The oldest of the nine Minghui elders next to him immediately lit up his eyes. He raised his right hand and patted his body. Suddenly, a long strand of cloth appeared in his hand. It swayed out and was hundreds of feet long.
long.
"Your Highness, there is no battle flag now, but as long as Your Highness needs it, I can make it easily now."
"I want red." Su Ming said lightly.
The old man immediately swept the long cloth in his hand around, stained by the blood floating around, and suddenly a blood flag suddenly appeared in the starry sky.
"Hang up the battle flag, call out my name, let these people know who you belong to, and let me see if you... are qualified to continue to follow me." Su Ming's words came out,
It fell into the ears of every monk in the hundreds of war boats, and a light flashed in the eyes of each of these monks.
The old man hung the bloody war flag on Su Ming's war boat. With a flick, the red war flag, which was hundreds of feet long, fluttered in the wind. Hundreds of war boats roared and shot out.
At the moment when hundreds of light beams shot out and headed straight for the battlefield, nearly ten thousand monks took a step together and turned into thousands of rainbows, roaring towards the battlefield.
"Daokong!!" Nearly ten thousand people, at the moment they rushed out, all roared and called out a name. The sound shook the starry sky and rolled in all directions like thunder. It also reached the thousands of people who collapsed.
The minds of Daochen Sect disciples also reached the ears of the monks from the Immortal Clan Alliance.
This roaring voice, combined with the momentum of the nearly ten thousand people rushing out, there is only one word that can describe these nearly ten thousand monks at this moment...
Like a wolf and a tiger!!
The roaring sound was earth-shattering. It was hundreds of beams of light coming from hundreds of war ships, with the intention of destruction, blasting into the storm formed on the battlefield. During the swirling of the storm, the nearly ten thousand monks belonging to Su Ming were already approaching.
A crazy fight suddenly started.
Nearly ten thousand people, and tens of thousands of people who were exhausted after fighting for three days, fought endlessly at the moment of contact!
Although the thousands of monks from the Morning Sect who had dispersed had dispersed, after seeing this scene, they all hesitated one by one, not knowing whether to continue fighting or to escape, but the bloody battle flags and the words whirling in their ears
The word "empty" made the fighting spirit that had been extinguished in their hearts gradually seem to be ignited again.
The Grand Elder of the Presbyterian Hall here looked at the nearly ten thousand people approaching, saw the flying bloody battle flag, and heard the names shouted by the nearly ten thousand monks. Without hesitation, he turned into a rainbow and went straight to
The war boat Su Ming was in came speeding up.
At this moment, the bodies of the nine Minghui elders flew out together, not rushing towards this battlefield, but directly towards the top of the starry sky, where dozens of strong men were fighting fiercely.
The bald crane's eyes gleamed, and with a sway, he disappeared without a trace. Only Su Ming could see that among the minced meat and limbs around him, half of an arm was moving quickly without anyone noticing.
Approaching the battlefield.
The Fire Chief Ancestor licked his lips with a smile, with bloodthirsty expression in his eyes. He looked at Su Ming, and after seeing Su Ming nod, he gave a long laugh, deliberately not letting go of all his cultivation, but showing a smile that was about the calamity of the moon.
He looked like he was gone in a flash, obviously not wanting to let go of the pressure of being a powerful person and causing others to escape quickly, but to enjoy the pleasure of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.
"Okay..." Xu Hui chuckled and looked at Su Ming.
"We have to let them vent." Su Ming smiled slightly and looked at Xu Hui.
Xu Hui and Su Ming looked at each other, with a touch of tenderness in their eyes that they would not normally show. She pursed her lips and smiled. However, this smile disappeared immediately when she saw the huge eyes floating in the starry sky.
His eyes narrowed even more strongly.
"What is that?" Su Ming's gaze also fell on the huge eyeball. He could faintly feel that this huge eyeball was also looking at him.
This object is different from the third eye that Su Ming got originally. The third eye has its own spirituality, but now this huge eyeball gives people the feeling of a dead thing. It is obviously some kind of magic controlled remotely.
device.
"That is the Eye of the Temple of the Immortal Clan Alliance. I, Ouyang Kong, pay my respects to His Highness Daokong!" The person who answered Su Ming was the Great Elder of the Presbyterian Hall who came quickly from a distance. As he approached, he saw the bow of the boat.
The dog-headed ferocious beast and Dao Feifeng on board were shocked in their hearts, but they turned away their eyes and bowed deeply to Su Ming with clasped fists outside the war boat.
Su Ming nodded, and his eyes fell on the huge eyes. When he moved down, he could see at a glance... the man named Bei. The moment he saw this man, a strange light suddenly appeared in Su Ming's eyes.