They are not afraid of death!

The elders in the Wu Mansion took the lead, constantly attracting the firepower of the Third Division of the Temple and reducing the pressure on the disciples of the Wu Mansion.

Lu Donghuang was already killing Jun Xingshi. Even if he was defeated and his body was torn open by Jun Xingshi one by one, he would still fight to the death like a vicious wolf!

In just half a quarter of an hour, Pei Xiufu's hair was white and stained with blood, and there were numerous wounds all over his body. However, he was still smiling, contemptuously.

Smile generously.

Laugh wildly.

A hearty smile.

Boom.

Dong Dong.

Boom...

At this moment, in the Qingtian Martial Mansion, there was suddenly the sound of huge war drums that filled the sky and the earth. The sound of the drums shook the sky and drowned out the thunder of the thunder in the nine heavens.

The sound was majestic, as if a million-strong army was sweeping across the world, and it was invincible and majestic when it went out for battle.

The voice was filled with grief and anger! It was like a battlefield, where hundreds of thousands of people were killed, their bodies were wrapped in horse leather, and their blood flowed into rivers!

The voice was impassioned and impassioned, like an invincible army that could not be stopped; the voice was murderous, like the souls of countless dead soldiers fighting in the world again.

And amidst the mighty, majestic, sorrowful, and passionate drums, a large bloody flag rushed out from the bottom of the spiritual energy cliff and shot directly into the sky.

The battle flag is flying like a sea of ​​blood covering the sky.

Thousands of feet high, like a giant pillar supporting the sky.

Above the fluttering battle flag, the splendid sun, moon and dragon!

On top of the battle flag, there is also a large Chinese character, occupying it——
Chapter completed!