"Four Kills, ahead is the place where the Netherworld tribe gathers. We really want to go?" Emperor Meng asked.

The four kills are killing, killing, killing, killing, and killing.

Killer, Killer, looked cold and said, "The war between the Nether Clan and us is inevitable. It just so happens that you and I need to become stronger by constantly fighting, so why should we be afraid? At present, the Nether Clan is just like that, not very strong."

Emperor Meng frowned and said, "Don't be careless. I can feel a lot of powerful auras, at least it is also the cultivation level of emptiness and no realm."

Killing, Killing, said: "Since that's the case, then let's wait a little longer, and specialize in hunting the lonely Netherworld clan."

"Um."

The two looked at the end of the earth opposite the river.

Hundreds of miles away, dense humanoid creatures gathered on the wasteland, which was the Netherworld tribe.

The Netherworld tribe looks like a human, with dark purple skin, some are as huge as mountains, and some are as short as dwarfs. They wear very technological battle suits, most of them are dark.

Looking around, there are at least one million people in the Netherworld clan.

A camp had been set up at the center. A burly man who was two feet tall was holding a scroll. His facial features were upright, which was very consistent with the aesthetic view of human beings. His eyes were like snakes, and red patterns that looked like blood vessels on his dark purple skin. There were two horns on his head, and they were like demons. Behind him was an extremely exaggerated sword, with the blade half a stunning width, and the cold light was thrilling.

His name is Zhenkui Shengjun, and he is the leader of the Netherworld Army this time.

A female Netherworld man came over and said, "Saint Lord, the human race on earth is hunting our race. Do you need to deal with it?"

The Saint of True Kui stared at the scroll in his hand and said, "Send any troops casually. The general who chose to step on the Void Realm is enough to deal with the human race on earth. This race is weak and will sooner or later be our prey."

The female Netherworld nodded, her eyes fell on the scroll in his hand, and asked, "Saint Lord, what are you looking at?"

Zhenkui Saint said: "I am browsing the deeds of the Sword Saint. Jue Wutian once said that the Sword Saint has luck hidden in it. The purpose of the Netherworld clan is to find the Sword Saint. Racial elimination is coming. Our enemies are very strong, and we need stronger power."

The female Netherworld frowned, and when she thought of racial elimination, she looked uneasy in her eyes.

Immediately, she stopped disturbing and retreated silently.

The True Kui Saint frowned and murmured: "Strange, the growth of this sword saint is too unreasonable. Is he also talented?"

...

In the mysterious space, the starry sky in the universe hangs high above the earth, and the earth is deserted. Yang Dai is crazily summoning Yin people. The black fog spreads tens of thousands of meters in a radius and spreads rapidly.

Yang Dai stared at the front, and saw a huge purple crystal floating in the air a hundred feet away. A terrifying figure curled up inside the crystal, making it difficult to see its true appearance clearly.

"Array!"

Murong Chang'an shouted loudly, and the Yin people quickly surrounded the purple crystal, moving rapidly without any delay.

Click!

The purple crystal created a crack, which moved Yang Dai.

"hurry up!"

He urged in his heart.

Soon, millions of Yin people surrounded purple crystals, and the continuous Yin people continued to form a circle of encirclements, one after another, and the number of people in the array grew rapidly.

The Xing Sheng was floating in the air with his evil soul, ready to take action at any time.

There were more and more cracks on the surface of the purple crystal, and Yang Dai became more and more nervous. He had already felt the terrifying aura.

Beyond the realm of treading the virtual world!

"Form a formation!"

Murong Chang'an shouted, "Millions of demon cultivators formed a formation together, and spiritual power exploded. The formation soared into the sky, and the air column rushed straight into the starry sky, blocking the purple crystal from the sword formation.

Yang Dai breathed a sigh of relief and finally formed a formation.

There are fifteen pirate realms in the Ten Directions Pihu Realm, one hundred and twenty-five soul refining realms, etc., with a mass far exceeding the previous formations when dealing with the Sun God. In addition, there are a continuous formation of Yin people on the outer layer, the formation is constantly increasing, and the Qi column is also rapidly thickening.

One million and a half million!

Two million!

The number of Yin people entering the formation was still increasing, and Yang Dai's uneasiness completely dissipated.

It's stable!

Table Tennis

The purple crystal was completely shattered, and the soul inside was revealed. This was a man with white hair wrapped around most of his body. He was wearing a white robe, with pale skin, no blood color at all, and extremely creepy.

He raised his eyes and his pupils turned out to be gray. At first glance, it seemed that there were no pupils. He stared at Yang Dai and others indifferently.

When the Yin people looked at him, they felt cold.

"town!"

Murong Chang'an shouted immediately, his voice resounding under the sea of ​​stars.

Rumble

Rolling thunder clouds quickly condensed above the Wancheng formation, and endless thunder and lightning were intertwining, ready to go.

The man in white robe stood up straight, his arms spread out, as if stretching his muscles and bones.

At this time, a lightning struck down!

He suddenly raised his head, opened a vertical eye between his eyebrows, and a white light shot out from his eyes, directly scattering lightning.

The Yin people's hearts were beating wildly and they fully supported the Ten Directions Pi He Formation.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Thunder and lightning fell down crazily. The man in white robe raised his hand, facing the thunder clouds in his palm, condensed a white light shield to easily resist the bombardment of thunder all over the sky.

"wind!"

Murong Chang'an shouted again, and a terrifying storm broke out from the air column of the Ten Directions Pike and Climb the man in the white robe at the center of the formation.

The shield around the man in the white robe was twisted, and he frowned.

The Xing Sheng stood outside the formation, staring at the man in white robe from afar, and murmured: "This breath...is a bit familiar..."

At this time.

Yang Dai continued to summon Yin Zhong.

Three million may not be enough, he is ready to suppress four million Yin people.

I have to crush this guy to death!

"fire!"

Murong Chang'an shouted angrily, the surface of the formation suddenly cracked open, and the rolling fire rushed out, rapidly growing, turning into a sea of ​​fire that drowned at the white-robed man.

The man in the white robe frowned even tighter. He slapped it out with his palm, and the space under him instantly condensed into ice. A layer of extremely thick ice blocked the sea of ​​fire, but the ice melted very quickly.
Chapter completed!