Run the way

"You said, are we greedy?" The head monk shouted excitedly, holding a huge ax in his hand, and countless khaki Dao patterns manifested, protecting him inside.

His name is Panta, and he is a disciple of Panmen in the fifteenth super Taoism.Walking around the city of corpses, it can be said that he has experienced ten thousand calamities, but he saw that his luck against the sky and his ordinary strength dealt with them one by one.

"Don't be greedy! Don't be greedy! Don't be greedy..."

Some monks roared along with this monk, their eyes were full of fanaticism and greed.That is a person who can fight with the immortals. Bai Ye's method, Bai Ye's weapon, and even Bai Ye's body are the most precious things in their eyes.

Countless magic weapons were sacrificed by thousands of monks at this moment, and the momentum was so great that even the man in white used the technique of blood sacrifice to kill them just now, but they had never been shown by them.

Among the crowd, the young master of the Sword Cottage quietly stood where he was, at this moment he was speechless.The place he was in was a place full of people's voices, but now he felt that the world was eerily quiet.

Although all of his Zhongtu Jianlu are eccentric sword cultivators, his seniors have never said a word wrongly: human nature is the most complicated and terrifying thing in this world.

The young master of the sword house just stood there for a moment, and after a while, the young master of the sword house walked towards the edge of the sea of ​​people, holding his broken sword and carrying a tattered wooden box on his back.

He knew that he did not come in vain this time to the Beifeng battlefield.Although all he could bring back was a broken sword and a box of ashes, he had witnessed the so-called fairy fate and learned the truth of the legend that lasted for more than 60 years.

At least he can say this to his husband when he goes back: "I saw a group of people hacking and killing in Corpse City, and I also followed them. When Lao Han died, my heart also died."

Because my husband told him that death is just another beginning, maybe everything has to start all over again, but you must know what you want to do, your own sword, and what kind of sword you want to make.

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Countless magic weapons, shining with bright brilliance, are like a gorgeous meteor shower, frantically suppressing Fatty Xuan Ya and others.

"We are the most outstanding fighters of the monster clan. Even if we die today, we must protect the glory of our clan." Xuanya turned into a black turtle opened his mouth, and with his roar, countless black monster powers shone with dazzling light , bursting out from his huge demon body.

Ten gigantic monster beasts roared loudly, exuding violent and chaotic monster power, evolved in the midair, and turned into an incomplete star map, shining on the monster bodies of the ten beasts.

"That is……..."

Beiming Qiantong and the six people looked at each other, how could they still not understand at this moment.Zongmen must have an incomparably deep connection with this terrifying race, otherwise how could there be such a coincidence in this world.

"Boom", a fierce collision unfolded at this moment. Fatty Xuanya and 17 people fought against thousands of fanatical cultivators of the northern border.

Pieces of tulips and violets are in full bloom at this moment, and they exude the most intense aroma, evolving endless murderous intent in the calm beauty.

Beiming Qiantong held two swords. She stood quietly on Xuanya's back, surrounded by the phantom of a black snake. She didn't seem to have the slightest sense of disobedience. Now she is noble and elegant, just like A queen of flowers.

"Taoism. The art of three thousand IOUs." The fat man was furious, and he roared, and the fat all over his body trembled.Countless silver runes were evolved by him, and along with the white paper flying all over the sky, they flew towards the greedy monks.

Tianyanmen is a cold place.

In Fatty's heart, from the moment Bai Ye drank his glass of dirty wine, he recognized this thin, white-haired boy as his friend, his best buddy.What the old man said is true, people, sometimes you have faith, but don't trust fate.

"Moco. Frost Sword Formation" three soft female voices sounded, followed by an avalanche of ice and snow swords, countless ice dragons, flashing a dazzling white cold light, crazily pounced on the besieging them Northern monks.

"Zhou Tian star fights, the power of the stars." Xuanya was violent, countless stars appeared above the sky, and then the power of the bright stars, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, crazily vented towards the ground, blocking the movement of a large group of monks offensive.

There are 17 people, but there is such a fierce force. For a while, thousands of cultivators from the northern border were unable to attack for a long time. The two sides fell into a stalemate for a while, and even Panta was a little silent. .

"Friends of the Yaozu, Mo Cheng will always remember such kindness."

A thin white-haired boy suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.There were twelve strange red lights flashing behind him. At this moment of white night, he stood on the clouds, looking down at Qianxiu on the northern border.

"Wait, ants." Bai Ye roared wildly, and countless red mist rose from the battlefield.There was a magnificent red light in his left eye, it was his Asura way, it was his killing intent at this moment.

"Sickle method, nine hooked moon." The nine round moon appeared above the bright sky, and in the cold moonlight, there was an undisguised murderous aura.This time the moon was as full as the previous ones, the only difference was that it was nine blood moons.

"Sickle method, seven levels of purgatory." Bai Ye smiled evilly in the midair, and twelve strange red lights rotated in the midair, evolving into endless murderous intent, almost crazily together with the blood moon that fell from the nine rounds, killing those The monks killed.

In the face of the offensives that were comparable to the changes of the sky, the faces of thousands of monks in the northern border who were originally fanatical finally changed their faces at this moment. This is really terrifying.

On a mountain peak in the distance, a silver chariot was parked here, and along with the silver chariot, there was the Fifth Prince Han Ye who hadn't seen him for a long time.

"madness."

The fifth prince Han Ye smiled disdainfully, he really looked down on these cultivations of the northern border.Some people always dream of becoming a genius, but they don't know that in addition to the daunting efforts to become a genius, there is also a so-called talent.

A burning pain appeared on Bai Ye's body.Bai Ye lowered his head and saw the dark green tattoos on his body. He fell silent, because those tattoos were absorbing the rage scattered in every corner of the world.

Those who are hostile are born from killing, and are born from the unwillingness of the dead.On the way of practice, every monk's hands will be more or less bloody, and after they come into contact with the word killing, their bodies will be filled with hostility, which is another It is something produced after the monk's death.

In the almost terrifying situation of destruction, countless monks began to howl, and now, they regretted it.This boy is simply like a demon.

All the cultivators of the Northern Territory, no matter if they were strong men in the Nascent Soul Stage or those in the Alchemy Stage, at this moment they regretted it to the point of death.What they are facing is Bai Ye, the person who has surpassed the six great realms and won the battle with the immortal.

Some people were terrified, some people were frightened. For them, this young man was still too scary after all.In a short period of time, thousands of monks have fallen to only a few hundred, but the real battle is only now kicking off.

There were hundreds of Nascent Soul stage monks. Under the attack of Bai Ye's 18 people, only these ordinary Nascent Soul stage monks could resist.

The dark green cursed flame ignited from the curse mark on the white-haired boy.Bai Ye felt countless pressure rushing towards him, the hostility was colorless and formless, but as vast and majestic as the ocean, it was all pouring into his body at this moment, making his body even heavier.

"Kill, for the justice of the human race, cut all these people who are in league with evil spirits under my sword." Someone roared, and bright lights of various colors lit up from the monks.

They are evolving the exercises they practice, and together they want to suppress these monsters and humans and cut them under the knife.Bai Yeban knelt on the ground, standing in front of hundreds of Nascent Soul stage monks, Fatty Xuanya and others.

"Kill", I don't know who it is, let out a roar that shook the sky, and then hundreds of Nascent Soul monks, with their magic weapons and Taoism, crazily rose from the ground and rushed towards Bai Ye and the others.

There was a trace of solemnity in Bai Ye's double pupils. Mo Yexue was sleeping deeply. He could only use Fen Qing as a weapon. Although he himself had broken through the peak of the alchemy stage with the Devouring Fang, he was unable to do so because of the curse. , the strength can only display half.

Ye Qingyan clenched the saber in his hand that had changed its appearance, and then stroked the beads inlaid on the saber.The broken saber has been re-sacrificed by the family member and has become even stronger.

And that bead is the only thing that remains unchanged, and it is still a little broken.There is an ancient story in the family, saying that this bead is actually a star, and its hometown is above the sky.

When Ye Qingyan saw this bead, what appeared in his mind more often was the shadow of that thin, white-haired boy.

Hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators were fanatical and greedy, so the only thing that greeted them was death.

A few brightly colored butterflies suddenly appeared on the monk's battlefield at some unknown time.Even Bai Ye, who was affected by the boundless hostility, couldn't help feeling a little terrified after seeing them.

"Nine Vaults of the Underworld Wind Butterfly." Only Bai Ye, Fatty and the ten members of the Yaozu recognized him.After realizing it, Bai Ye was retreating crazily, exhausting the speed of the ghost image for eighty kalpas, he had to stay away, these butterflies were the strongest on this battlefield.

"Hahaha, did you see that they are retreating, my generation of human monks, today I will fight for my human race, rush, and kill them all." Panta roared loudly among the crowd, and the khaki divine light appeared, He set off extremely bravely.

Seeing those butterflies entering the crowd, Bai Ye and Fatty looked at each other, and then they showed a cruel smile, and there was even a trace of sympathy in that cruelty.