Time and space seemed to be frozen, and for a whole minute, there was not a single sound in the world, and the dead silence was terrifying.

Under the feet of Ming Gusheng, there was even a forest of frost, and anyone could see his anger!

Oh, yes!

How can you not be angry?

The ill-intentioned killer move, which was originally strong and unmatched, could not be broken at all, and was used by him as the final hole card.

But who knows, the people of the Yi Demon Hall will have to play a step higher.

They didn't fight against the big array at all, but they just found the deadliest link and sensed the most incredible shortcomings.

That's right!

Compared to the Void Tearing Spell and the Void Tearing Spell, the Wind Tearing Sparrow has the characteristics of high mobility and can be controlled.

But unfortunately, Ming Gusheng ignored one fact.

Since it is a living creature, there must be shortcomings, and there must be things to fear.

Even if a person is afraid of you and you ask him to jump into the magma, he will definitely refuse, even if he is killed by your own hands, he will not jump into the magma.

After all, killing with a sword is quite normal, but jumping into magma, ordinary people simply don't have that kind of courage.

It's the same with the Wind Sparrow.

Their fear of predators cannot be overcome by courage.

It's nature.

There is no need to verify the effect of the Night Scale Bat Pill, in the Polar Moon Sorrow Demon Array, the five Yuan-level Wind Tearing Sparrows have already trembled, and the remaining 700 Heavenly Selective Wind Tearing Sparrows are even more unbearable, and they are not scared out of the, which is enough to calm down.

Ruined!

There was not a single sound in the audience, everyone had solemn faces, and they didn't dare to breathe loudly.

With the Ancient Life as the center, a layer of cold air gradually spread out, causing a layer of white frost to appear in the entire venue.

Painstakingly brewing, who would have thought that in the end it would be a failure.

The original plan to kill the Yi Demon Temple was caught off guard, but who knew that the defeat was so light now.

The 31 Cave Void Realm continued to release their own breath, and even converged into billowing wolf smoke, heading straight to the Polar Moon Sorrowful Demon Array in the sky.

In the face of the breath wolf smoke in front of them, a few wind-ripping sparrows screamed hysterically, and finally they were scared to death.

How can this be fought?

How can these frightened wind-ripping sparrows be controlled?

To retract the Polar Moon Sorrow Demon Array, it would take half an hour to prepare, and Gu Sheng was too lazy to take back these Wind Tearing Sparrows at the moment, he was disheartened.

There is no point at all, and wanting to kill the Cave Void of the Winged Demon Hall on a large scale has become a fantasy.

In the end, he shook his head, not wanting to look at the Polar Moon Sorrow Demon Array more.

The solemn and mysterious pattern in the sky was like an open mouth, it was the ugliest laugh, laughing at the fragility of the ancient beings.

The Polar Moon Sorrowful Demon Array was ordered to be exiled by Gu Sheng.

Let it fend for itself.

......

"Haha, the Holy Venerable is really wise and powerful, these wind-tearing finches are so frightened that they don't even dare to spread their wings, it's ridiculous!"

"Fate Gusheng, aren't you going to wipe out all of us? Come on, release your killing moves, let me wait for you to see and understand!"

"Yes, Ming Gusheng, we are waiting for you!"

"Come on, the Polar Moon Sorrowful Demon Array, such a terrible formation, my legs are already weak, you can release it!"

For the rest of his life, there was a false alarm.

The Yi Demon Palace's cave realms suddenly sneered, and their words sharply mocked the ancient life.

Ming Gusheng was silent, and at this moment, there seemed to be a trace of time on his face.

Burnout!

At this moment, Ming Gu Sheng's heart was tired, and he even felt that the sky was helping the Yi Demon Palace, deliberately going against the Earth Qi Sea, and against his Ming Gu Sheng.

The other four holy deities also came from their hearts.

Polar Moon Sorrowful Demon Array!

Di Qi Hai has always had great hopes for this big array, because it is almost insoluble, especially on the huge battlefield, it can be described as the ultimate killer.

But who would have thought that the Yi Demon Hall Sword was on the sidelines, and they didn't study the breaking formation, but instead paid attention to the natural enemies of the Wind Tearing Sparrow.

"This ...... Is it providence?"

Ask the fairy how heavy the words can't speak.

"As long as there is the essence blood of the night scale bat, those night scale bat pills can easily be refined in large quantities. ”

"Although the elixir doesn't last long, the monk can take it indefinitely, especially in the Cave Void Realm, and there won't be any backlash at all!"

"Theoretically, the Polar Moon Sorrow Demon Array has been broken!"

Although Lu Jiangli was reluctant to admit the facts, he could only shake his head helplessly.

Chop Beihai did not speak.

In fact, in his heart, he had some admiration for the Yi Demon Palace.

If he himself was an enemy of the Ancient Being, he would not have thought of the way to break the formation of the Polar Moon Sorrow Demon Array.

Finding the natural enemies of the Wind Ripper is a genius countermeasure!

......

"Ming Gusheng, if I were you, I wouldn't be so stubborn...... You, let them go!"

"Wang Jiuchi is the person who the Holy Venerable of the Yi Demon Hall wants, you can't kill it, and you are not qualified to kill it!"

Xiang Changfeng spoke loudly, breaking the dead silence!

"That's right, Fate Gu Sheng, your Polar Moon Sorrow Demon Array is ineffective, what are you pretending to be?"

Hu Hongyu sneered.

"Order Gu Sheng, look at those monks, do you really want them to bury you with you?"

"The people of the First Emperor Dragon Court can die, but have you considered the monks of other sects, and are they also willing to die for your arrogance?"

Wei Yichan was aggressive.

"Fate Gusheng, I will sleep with all your concubines, and I will wear a hundred green hats for you, so that you will become a green light and make you green!"

"Fate Gusheng, come, come and kill me!"

"Do you dare?

"My Wang Jiuchi's life, except for the Holy Venerable, no one is qualified to kill, no one can!"

"The half-step Xuanshi realm of bullshit is simply beyond my strength!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was solidified and that Gu Sheng was silent, Wang Jiuchi raised his head suddenly, and the sharp voice continued to echo in people's ears.

He was ridiculing the ancient life.

The people of the First Emperor's Dragon Court were indignant, feeling that they were humiliating themselves.

But helplessly.

At this moment, no one dared to act lightly, and no one dared to rashly kill Wang Jiuchi.

"Wang Jiuchi, you shut up first, it's really dead?"

Xiang Changfeng frowned, he couldn't wait to directly tear apart Wang Jiuchi's stinky mouth.

Gu Sheng hasn't decided to let you go, you still dare to pull hatred, if this old thing loses his mind and slashes you, it will be a big trouble.

It doesn't matter if you die for a long time, but the three of them are not doing well, and they will inevitably be punished by the Holy Venerable when they go back, and they will be affected by you.

......

In the face of the sneer of the Yi Demon Palace, Ming Gusheng remained silent, his face was unprecedentedly cold.

On the viewing platform, Huang Linghai's cave monk once again made it clear that he hoped that Gu Sheng would let Wang Jiuchi go.

After all, this is the territory of your First Emperor's Dragon Court, and you are obligated to ensure the safety of your guests' lives, even if it comes at a terrible cost.

And some of the second-rate sect monks in Diqihai were silent and bowed with their fists clenched.

They couldn't say anything, and they could only use a silent way to pray that Gu Sheng would let Wang Jiuchi go, so as to avoid this disaster.

Fear seems to creep in!

I don't know when, more and more monks bent down towards the ancient life of the ancient life, silently praying.

At a glance, nearly one-tenth of the people were bent over.

It's a silent oppression.

......

"Fate Gusheng, the old man came to Qihai this time, just for Wang Jiuchi, and he didn't want to go to war!"

"I can swear with my Dao heart, as long as you let Wang Jiuchi go, the old man will leave Diqihai immediately, and you won't be hurt alone. ”

"The Yi Demon Hall never takes advantage of people's danger, we will wait for Qi Hai to be fully prepared, and then come to war, besides, the war will not kill so many people!"

"It's not easy for monks to practice, I hope you think twice!"

Xiang Changfeng took a step forward and continued to use words to oppress Gu Sheng!

......

And in the stands, there were already three-tenths of the monks, silently clenching their fists and making silent appeals.

And with the benefit of the Yi Demon Palace, the 600 spies also played a good leading role.

The number of people praying is growing.

Even the disciples of the five major forces began to appeal.

Fear spreads like a plague.

Everyone is afraid, everyone doesn't want to die so soon.

Even some monks who are not afraid of death do not want to die for a prisoner, their blood must be sprinkled on the real battlefield, and they will fight to the death with the Yi Demon Palace!

Pressure!

The Five Great Saints are under unprecedented pressure at this moment.

Terrans are conformists.

Unconsciously, ninety percent of the monks present maintained a posture of clenching their fists and bending over.

This is a kind of silent persecution, even if you are a half-step Xuan Shi Realm, it is impossible to ignore it.

And the disciples of the other four major forces did not look at the fate of Gu Sheng, they were asking for their own Holy Venerable, and their appeal was very simple: let their Divine Venerable go and ask for the release of Gu Sheng.

Especially in the Danqing Pure Land, every Dan Master is extremely important, how can he die in this kind of place without any value.

......

Another three minutes passed.

These three minutes are like three thousand years, and the original high-spirited and unruly face of Ming Gusheng turned out to be a little sad and tired.

He really cherished the opportunity of this war.

This is an opportunity for his fame to surpass the other four great saints in one fell swoop, he wants to ally five sects, and he wants to be the only alliance leader.

It's a pity that the first battle was defeated and defeated!

Who can understand their own ambitions.

"Alas......"

Finally, Ming Gusheng let out a deep breath of turbidity!

"Fate Xilong, let people go!"

Although 10,000 were reluctant, in the face of the petition of all living beings, the ancient life was not qualified to be willful.

His voice was hoarse.

"Yes!"

The Destiny Dragon nodded!

......

Thundered!

However, at this time, a loud noise suddenly came from Wangxiantai, which had long been forgotten by people.

It was like thunder exploding, making people's minds roar, and many people had a tingling pain in their chests, and they actually spit out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, everyone turned their heads sharply.

It's the Heavenly Soldier Tower!

Because of the danger of their lives, everyone forgot about the Heavenly Soldier Tower for a while, and forgot that there was another person who was undergoing the assessment.

Click!

Click!

In front of everyone's eyes, irregular cracks spread out on the pitch-black outer wall of the Heavenly Soldier Tower.

Thundered!

There was another loud bang, deafening, the earth trembled for hundreds of miles, countless trees shook wildly, and in some places there were even landslides.

At this time, there were more and more cracks in the Heavenly Soldier Tower.

Thundered!

In the end, the indestructible Heavenly Soldier Tower exploded with a bang.

Shout!

Then, a pitch-black ancient long sword soared into the sky, and finally dragged out a deep match in the air, and the blade of the sword was impressively inserted in the center of the altar, in front of Zuo Mira's eyes.

"The Celestial Worship Ceremony, continue!"

At this time, the audience was silent, Wangxiantai was shrouded in billowing dust, and countless rubbles fell from the sky, and those were all fragments of the Heavenly Soldier Tower.

With a cold voice falling from the dust, an emaciated back slowly walked out of the void.

He walked in the void and walked indifferently in front of Zuo Mi Luo, the Heavenly Soldier Ancient Sword humming and trembling.

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