Many red-robed monks who had already rushed in disappeared in the huge fire ball together with the blue palace.

The air was filled with a burning smell that made people feel tingling and stinging. This was the unique breath of purple-nitrogen flint. Nangong Xiaoyan knew that there was a purple-nitrogen flint in the second round of Kunlun. Kunlun Siqi built a warehouse on the mine vein. Every day, more than a dozen disciples of the Siqi digged purple-nitrogen flint in the mine vein, a crystal clear and slightly purple crystal stone in the size of an egg.

Purple-sil flint and explosive flame flint are naturally contained in strong fire and silt energy. They will produce strong explosions when burned or severely impacted by fire. They are the best materials for making many fire-original thunder talismans and fire-original magic weapons.

The violent explosion that destroyed the entire blue palace was obviously caused by this purple-silt flint. Such a powerful explosion power only shows that when Ming Shiqi returned to this first level, he had already brought the purple-silt flint from the second level of the island's ware warehouse. That is to say, since then Ming Shiqi had prepared this warehouse to abandon the medicine warehouse.

You cannot get it yourself and you must not leave it to the enemy.

A row of nearly a hundred swordsman disciples who had been guarding the warehouses where the magic weapons had been storing magic weapons, took the things handed over by Kunlun disciples who came out of it, and quickly flew down under the leadership of a gray-clothed Kunlun disciple.

In the bloody night, what they were holding in their hands seemed to be purple-black short sticks, about three feet long. And when they were still tens of feet away from the red-robed men who were still fighting in that temple, these Kunlun disciples pointed all the things in their hands at the red ones that filled the palaces.

Countless golden lights shot out from their magic weapons like purple-black short sticks. The golden lights with a range of more than 100 feet were all round golden projectiles. When these golden projectiles hit the formation of the red-robed man, they exploded one after another, bursting out red and golden gold and iron aura. For a moment, countless flowers seemed to bloom in the entire sky, but the petals were countless red and golden swords with powerful lethality.

Countless exquisite palaces with fire were burning with fire, gravels splashed by the golden and iron aura like heavy rain, and completely collapsed. Blood fountains surged from the bodies of countless red-robed men, and they fell back screaming. Blood like red snakes penetrated and flowed between the broken bricks and stones, and then turned into blood beads, which violated the laws of the operation of the heavenly way, floated up, rushed to endless high altitudes, and rushed to the sea of ​​blood in the underworld.

These golden projectiles that could burst out with many golden and iron auras shot to the densest places in the red robes, but countless explosive golden and iron auras inevitably enveloped many Kunlun disciples. At this moment, even the dozens of swordsmen who were violently attacking the red robes surrounded the red robes fell to the ground, falling to the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.

Nangong Xiaoyan's eyes were still full of unbearableness, but his heart gradually became hardened. Almost all Kunlun disciples did not feel anything was wrong at this time.

The every move of Ming Shiqi and those gray-clothed men who were the same as Ming Shiqi made all Kunlun disciples understand that they just wanted to do everything possible to win this war. Without some sacrifices, they would definitely not be able to win this war.

...

"I'm actually very curious about what message the King of Beiming sent someone to bring you." On the dark boat, Mr. Chun, a green-shirted man, one of the five young masters in Zhanzhou, looked at Bai Liao, the Beihou who was shrouded in fog, and smiled, "But I don't think you will tell me."

A cold light flashed in Beihou Bai Liao's eyes, "I don't think this is the time to talk nonsense."

"I know, but I don't think you have to be hostile to me. Actually, I think we can be friends." Mr. Chun looked at Beihou Bai Liao, "At least we all came here with the same idea."

Beihou Bai Liao glanced at Mr. Chun coldly and said nothing, but Mr. Chun smiled and approached Beihou Bai Liao a little, clicked the first Kunlun ring of the island full of flames everywhere, and said softly: "We are here with the same idea as you. Even if we lose in the end, we must destroy Kunlun's strength as much as possible. So I brought all the green fire phosphorus sand and white bone phosphorus rockets in our Zhanzhou area. Even if we lose in the end, this place will become a ghost fire place without spiritual energy."

Beihou Bai Liao stood silently, without saying a word for a moment.

In his heart, the King of Beiming was still the one he respected the most, but this made him feel even more angry and dissatisfied. He knew that Huang Wushen was powerful, but Wuxin gathered such a powerful force, at least he could compete with Huang Wushen, and he should have the chance to kill Huang Wushen. Beihou Bai Liao did come here with the same idea as Mr. Chun said. Even if he died, he would have to severely damage Kunlun. However, the King of Beiming, who he respected the most, seemed unable to understand him. On the contrary, the people in the Demon Sect who were unwilling to be with him could understand him.

"Those gray-shirt disciples in Kunlun should be the dead soldiers hidden by Huang Wushen. The commander's ability to control the other party is not inferior to me, but his methods are too resolute and ruthless. Just like the style of those gray-shirt disciples, only these gray-shirt disciples can fully implement his arrangements. Therefore, as long as these gray-shirt disciples are removed first, many of his designs will not be implemented. It will be easier to take down these several roundabouts." Beihou Bai Liao did not answer Mr. Chun's words, but said these few words to Mr. Chun. Although his tone was still cold, his hostility towards Mr. Chun had disappeared.

A bright yellow flame shot out from Mr. Chun's hand.

Although Kuang Wuxin handed over most of the command of the power he gathered to Bai Liao, some forces affiliated with Zhanzhou Zedi could only be mobilized by the order of Prince Chun.

After releasing the bright yellow light, Mr. Chun smiled at Beihou Bai Liao, "Actually, I have always wanted to go to your Zhaoyao Mountain to see it, because I am very curious about what kind of person the King of Beiming, who can make Huang Wushen fear."

"That's why you want to know what kind of message he sent me just now? Do you want to use this message to figure out what kind of person he is?" Beihou Bai Liao glanced at Mr. Chun.

Seeing Mr. Chun nodding, Beihou Bai Liao was silent for a moment and said, "I may not be able to guarantee that I can take you to Zhaoyao Mountain to see it, but if we can live in this battle, I can tell you the message he just brought to me."

"A word is certain!" Mr. Chun laughed and turned around.

...

With the attack of those golden projectiles, the situation in the entire Kunlun First Round of Islands seemed to be a little reversed.

Most of the magic weapons stored in the four high towers of the sage are medium and low-level magic weapons. Most of these magic weapons will be transferred through some Kunlun responsibilities to win over some worldly forces. However, now you will win. The number of magic weapons in these four warehouses is extremely amazing.

Moreover, under the cover of magic arrays such as the Netherworld Blood Sea, magic weapons like Jinfeng Bakuwan, which are not very useful in normal times, are more lethal than some high-level magic weapons that can trigger the power of heaven and earth. And this kind of low-level magic weapons is the largest in number.

Facing these four warehouses, the red-robed monk who was originally the most powerful, is now the first to decline, and after a series of blows, it began to collapse.

The young man in gray, with dozens of dark golden light flying around him, led the swordsman disciples who were envoyed with flying swords behind him, and pierced the red-robed men, and could not encounter any effective resistance at all.

A bunch of black smoke covered the young man in gray, but his figure suddenly sank. As he rushed past the black smoke, two dark golden lights around him shot out, instantly piercing through the red-robed monk who cast the black smoke. At the same time, several other dark golden lights flying beside him also beat the five or six red-robed men around him to flew backwards.

There seemed to be nothing to stop the young man in gray from killing at the fastest time. But at this moment, the young man in gray, whose eyes were all indifferent to blood and death, his pupils instantly contracted.

The reflection of his shrinking pupil was a man in a red robe who seemed to be very ordinary. He was wearing the same red robe as the rest, but the dark golden light that the young man in gray shot at him was suddenly caught in his hands.

At this time, the rest of the people had the opportunity to see clearly that the dark golden light was a dark golden blade that looked like a swallow with its wings. There was a flowing cold light rippling around the body, and the extremely smooth shape made the dark golden blades fly in the air far faster than ordinary flying swords.

Such a dark golden light penetrated into the hands of the man in red robe, and a spark burst out and was captured.

The man in the red robe seemed to be harder than the pure gold. With a pinch, the dark golden blade that looked like a flying swallow was directly pinched into a ball by him. And that wasn't counting. The next moment he actually sneered and shot at the young man in gray like a cannonball, he threw the dark golden golden golden into his mouth and chewed it up.

Several flying swords hit him, but they were directly cut into several pieces by him.

One side just recently emitted several scarlet lights, and the faces of the two young men in gray who controlled several swordsman disciples, like operating a puppet, changed slightly.

Both of them could see that the man in red robe, who looked ordinary, was a person who practiced the physical saints and had a very high level of cultivation. According to the judgment of the two, the young man in gray clothes could never be the opponent of the man in red robe. The thought that flashed through the two of them was to help, but at this moment, a slight smile with a gloomy wind sounded in their ears.

The same figure in a red robe rushed towards the two of them with a nearly transparent sword light.

"laugh!"

A blazing sword element rushed towards the red figure who was smiling.

Native Sword Yuan! Among these young people in gray, many of them have already cultivated Native Sword Yuan.

In just one breath, this blazing natal sword element directly hit the red figure. At the same time, another man in gray ignored the red figure and shot a bright light at the man in red who practiced the practice of becoming a saint in his body.

The red figure was directly penetrated by the blazing sword yuan, but this powerful natal sword yuan seemed to have not caused any damage to him, just as if he was made of water. He let this natal sword yuan pass through his body, and the transparent sword light in his hand suddenly dissipated, turning into countless water arrows, hitting the two young men in gray.

"Mr. Shui..."

Countless blood fountains emerged from the two men in gray, and a sharp and abrupt ending sound was heard.

Just as the two young men in gray were killed, the other monk in red robe also flashed away from the light that hit him. The young man in gray with dozens of dark golden lights flying around him had time to distance himself from him, but perhaps the sudden death of the two men in gray made him tremble in his heart, or he had no intention of escaping on the battlefield, but he did not seize this opportunity to escape. In this breath, the monk in red robe bullied him and ignored the killing of more than a dozen flying swords. His hands directly penetrated into the body of the man in gray, and suddenly pulled the man in gray into pieces.

Master Shui! Master Jin!

In the Zhanzhou territories, two of the five young masters whose cultivation is second only to Ling Shitian and the other three, took action at this moment!
Chapter completed!