"I'll fight you!" The cracked lips slightly cracked, and a grey dragon suddenly rushed out of the dry swamp and said this!

Wow, all the monks around were so angry that they really wanted to fight? Zhou Liang was only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul. Even if he could kill so many monks of the same level, he had no chance of survival in front of the Supreme Demon King! [bsp;    "Get back!" Zhao Qingran suddenly roared at Zhou Liang angrily, and around him, two black and white qi kept rising and falling. "Do you want your life?"

"The life of my disciple never belongs to me!" Zhou Liang smiled, and the solidified plasma cracked into several pieces on his skin with his smile. Zhao Qingran felt a little sour. His smile was still so simple, just like the first time he saw it in the Yin and Yang Palace.

"The disciples of Wuqing Sect come to ask for advice!" Before Zhou Liang could finish speaking, nine demon kings walked out of the Wuqing Sect.

"Sect Master, retreat, and the nine of us are enough to kill this person!" The leader was actually the top of the Demon King. Look at the other eight people all like this!

This is almost equivalent to a god-transforming cultivator. Nine people join forces, and even the god-transforming cultivator is afraid of three points. Zhou Liang just stood gently one meter in front of Zhao Qingran, his eyes did not fluctuate at all, "The clown jumping, don't know how to live or die!"

The nine people all had shocking murderous intent in their eyes, and they immediately took action, and Wu Jiuzhou and Zhao Qingran had to retreat!

This is a shocking killing. When the eighteen monks of the Sanxian League died, nine monks of the Wuxu Sect appeared again, but this is just the beginning!

In the Prisoner, there were twelve Nascent Soul monks, each of whom was in the late stage of Nascent Soul, and one of them was even a half-step God-turned!

"The order of the sect leader, come and kill you!"

"Ghosts and monsters, let's go together." The Nether Sword in Zhou Liang's hand seemed to make an extremely excited voice, and the sword body trembled violently!

Before he finished speaking, fifteen Nascent Soul cultivators walked out of the Wanfu Gate. They were the fifteen talismans of the Wanfu Gate. The first person was the talisman!

"Avenge my brother, Zhou Liang, you have to die!" Fu He looked fierce, and a black talisman entangled around him.

A gap was even cracked between Huangfu Xin's sword eyebrows, and thirteen sword cultivators walked out of them. These thirteen sword cultivators were only one level lower than Futai!

"Jian Ming died, you should pay your life!" The leader was not good, but a half-step god-transforming monk with a arrogant look!

This is the foundation of the sect. The power of the surface is only a shock, and the true foundation is something that all monks cannot imagine.

Tianjian Sect, Wanfu Sect, Wuqing Sect, and Tianque, a total of forty-nine genius cultivators surrounded Zhou Liang and were about to kill him!

Zhou Liang didn't even look at the forty-nine people. His eyes drifted upwards. Threads of thin clouds under the golden sunlight were like beautiful elfs floating in the air, floating carefreely and casually. His eyes showed desire, the desire for freedom!

"Nothing to love life, nothing to suffer from death!" His chin raised slightly, his white and slightly transparent teeth seemed to flash the crystal sunlight, and his sticky blood-colored hair seemed to feel a breeze blowing by the side!

"You guys, let's get on together!" His figure walked into the forty-nine people step by step. This way, he was a sea of ​​corpses and blood!

All the monks around will never forget the most shocking scene in their lives. Until decades and hundreds of years later, when the cultivation world returns to peace again, people still feel scared when talking about this war again. When they mention Zhou Liang, their eyes shine brightly!

His footsteps were gentle, and he stepped on the heavy golden desert, stained with golden footprints, reflecting the back of his little hand. Accompanied by the setting sun, he looked a little lonely!

Qinglin and the four girls were speechless. They were Zhou Liang's wife and Zhou Liang's Taoist couple. When they saw Zhou Liang reflected in the sunset, including Qinglin, they suddenly realized that they had such little understanding of their husband!

Thirteen Heavenly Sword Cultivators formed the Heavenly Sword Formation, fifteen Wanfu Sect cultivators formed the Ten Thousand Talisman Formation, twelve Prisoners of the Heavenly Sword Formation, and nine Cultivators of the Relentless Sect work together to gather the Supreme Relentless Formation!

Stepping in with one foot, stepping in gently, just like touching the softness of a woman's gentle area, and then the beauty in the sky!

Talismans were everywhere, iron chains, demonic energy was overwhelming, and sword intent was endless. Zhao Qingran could hardly help but rush in. He could not allow Zhou Liang to have a second accident in front of him!

"Senior Brother!" Xu Fan looked sad. He wanted to ask God why the senior brother had to endure such suffering and why he had to face so many interceptions. Is it just because she touched such a little bit of sect majesty?

If so, then Xu Fan would also follow his senior brother. His eyes looked around, and his eyes turned blood red. The four swords of wind and thunder in the world were surging wildly, making people feel palpitations!

"Kill!" Xu Fan roared and disappeared into Junwei's eyes. Junwei's face was also heavy. She couldn't move. Looking at the painful pair, she wanted to protect the endangered Formation Sect and take them away from here!

When the forty-nine monks and demon kings released their strongest attack, all the spiritual power, magical essence, law and sword intent poured into these four formations. They believed that no monk could get out of it.

Not only do they think, but only Zhao Qingran and Junwei know this fact!

Zhao Qingran really wants to kill. In the hundreds of years of practicing Taoism, there has never been a moment that is more serious than the current killing intention. However, he cannot move. He can withstand a god-transforming monk, can he withstand two or three?

Everyone can imagine that the endless sword intent and endless law talismans hit the thin face. All the disciples of the Formation Sect cried bitterly. At this moment, they seemed to have really given up their life and death, and roared wildly, like a wild lion trapped in a beast cage, making people crazy!

Cheng Shuang suddenly let out anger. When all the monks saw him again, he tore off his right arm again, and threw it into the sky. The gushing blood was like a blooming rose, stunning and suffocating!

"In the name of being a pair, I made a wish to abandon my soul and die. Anyone who kills my disciples of the Formation Sect will eat their flesh and eat their chess souls when they die. Anyone who insults me, kills me, bullies me, despise me, despise me, and despise me, and despise me, and is a pair of brother Zhou Liang, will become a pair of flesh and blood, and will be ashes as the blue sky, and will be killed!"

All the disciples of the Formation Sect suddenly roared, "In the name of my Formation Sect's disciples, I made a wish to abandon my soul and die. Anyone who kills my Formation Sect will eat his flesh and eats the chess souls when he dies. Anyone who insults me, kills me, deceives me, despises me, despises me, and despises me, and despises me, will be ashes, and will be ashes as the flesh and blood, will be ashes, and will be ashes as the blue sky, and will be killed!"

Junwei suddenly felt an impulse, which made her feel excited. The excitement was like the vines climbing up in the abyss, fighting for the first ray of sunlight in the rising sun!

"The Great Array of Wind and Thunder in Heaven and Earth!" Xu Fan suddenly threw four swords into the sky, and the eighty-one flag gate array in his hands was infinitely enlarged. Eighty-one flags fluttered in the wind, and the words "Zhou" that had already red were fluttering on it!

The moment all the monks sacrificed their wish to abandon the soul and die, the entire sky suddenly became gloomy, the entire white clouds dissipated, and the thick black air was like layers of waves, and one of the altars emerged from it!

This is definitely an unprecedented scene. In order to avenge the ancestor, Zhou Liang personally made a wish to abandon his soul and die. Now the disciples of the Zhenzong have suffered this humiliation and have made this wish to die!

The wish of death is also a kind of vow power, and it is the most mysterious and dangerous one. When Zhou Liang's dantian was broken, the formation hole was condensed with the power of the wish of death and silence again with the Hunyuan Qi array. Later, Zhou Liang's body was broken, and the golden essence of the God King condensed out bit by bit!

There were too many black lights emitted from the altar, covering all the monks except Jun Wei and Zhao Qingran. Xu Fan yelled together, "The wind and thunder of heaven and earth, my lion is rising and falling!"

A huge black wild lion hovered over the heads of all the cultivators of the Formation Sect with the power of this death wish, and hair rose into the sky. This was the anger of all the cultivators of the Formation Sect, and this was the unwillingness of all the cultivators of the Formation Sect!

"The vicissitudes of heaven and earth, senior brother, have you seen it?" Cheng Shuang gently touched his broken arm, and danced the big banner alone with his left hand. For a moment, there was a burst of murderous aura!

Only a few casual cultivators were not affected. In the face of such a great battle in office, they had the will but were unable to do so, and there was no conflict of interest.

"Husband, do you think that person will die?" The top-quality fat woman gently pulled the husband she had just recognized, and asked timidly.

"What's the joy of life? What's the pain of death!" The casual cultivator who was asked directly recited what Zhou Liang had just said.

"Husband, what you said makes sense!" Despite looking at this crazy battle and facing such a solemn scene, the casual cultivator could not help but faint!

Suddenly, a golden light emerged among these four formations, and followed by a vast sea of ​​blood!

Above the sea of ​​blood, a small tripod was rising and falling, dripping and rolling, and the sound of fists hitting came from the formation!

It’s the senior brother! The senior brother actually wanted to open these four large formations with one punch, without using any magical powers or using all the three forces!

Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang bang bang, the continuous crackling sound shocked Fu Hei and the leading monks were shocked. How could it be, how could it be?

Especially the leading monk in Prisoning Tianque was shocked, "I clearly used the Suotian Formation to kill him. How could it be? What's going on!"

It was as dull as if in a copper furnace, the sound of waving his fists hitting everyone's hearts, and their hearts began to be beating accordingly, dongdong, dongdong, and every dull impact brought the same tremor in the heart!

This is Zhou Liang, this is a low-level monk who has reached the extreme desire for power. From the moment he embarked on the path of cultivation from the moment he embarked on the road of cultivation, he might be destined to have today!

He is destined to be covered with countless blood lights, countless unjust souls, and this vast sea of ​​blood, walking alone on the road of cultivation!
Chapter completed!