As time passed, the Kunlun team became more and more prominent and obvious, and even many other sect disciples consciously joined the Kunlun team.

The thunderbolt manta dragon soared above, and Li Xiaoyi stepped on it, still going up, through a heavy layer of clouds, straight into the clouds.

The team, which was originally less than 200 people, had nearly 1,000 people in the blink of an eye.

Like a long dragon, flying neatly above the clouds, it turned out that the members of the Kunlun team were extremely excited at the moment, and that was because of the glory.

The thunderbolt bat dragon at the front of the team spread its wings smoothly and slowly between the sea of clouds, Li Xiaoyi turned his head and smiled proudly: "Go, I'll take you fly!"

The lightning manta dragon roared, and its massive dragon body rose upwards before it began to fall, as did the team of nearly a thousand people.

At the foot of the White Bone Mountain, the army of zombie ghosts is all over the mountains, densely packed and innumerable, including those black-faced zombies who have been injured and transformed into disciples of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism.

The thunder and fire around the thunder and lightning bat dragon began to brew, and when it roared, the thunder burst out, the lightning jumped, and the fire was everywhere, first bursting into a huge gap, and then the members of the Kunlun clan.

Chen Yueling, Wang Zheng, Sun Biao, and Lin Fan took the lead in exerting their strength, and the sound of the sword began to roar, and the sword light behind them swept down like a curtain.

The thunder and lightning bat dragon rose again with its head held high, piercing the clouds, and the Kunlun team behind him followed, Li Xiaoyi laughed loudly: "Come again!"

Like a giant dragon that swam away and rolled on the sea, behind the Kunlun clan were the disciples of various sects, with a stirring and joyful killing, after the bloody blood, followed the person again, and shot down into the sky.

And in the entire White Bone Mountain Range, the battle line of the cultivators began to shrink continuously, and more and more injured disciples were fighting side by side one moment, and the next second they drew their swords and faced each other among the same sects.

Once the chaos began, it snowballed and grew, and the inner sect elders of each sect, including the true person in charge of the eighteen sects, were the key targets of the Silver Armor Corpse and the Iron Armor Corpse, as well as the Yin Shadow Shadow.

Unable to withdraw, the disciples beside him were seriously damaged, and on the battlefield in the center in the distance, the ghost toads, including the heads of the two families of Yan Han, and the golden armor corpses of Ah Yi and Ah Ah were already showing signs of exhaustion.

There have already been two golden armor corpses destroyed under the sword of Wushi Zhenren, and at this time, it is Tianyi, the palace master of the corpse palace, who is fighting against him, and the two are on equal footing.

The enlightened real person was stopped by the ghost toad, and with the help of two sect masters from the side, it was already in danger.

On Murong Yunyan's side, he was entangled with a shadow of a ghost, whose cultivation had actually reached the early stage of robbing the true person, which was definitely the top strength for an assassin, but he was helpless against Murong Yunyan.

After all, the Illusory Divine Light Technique is one of the top exercises in Kunlun, and it has its own uniqueness, incarnating thousands of people, shuttling through the void, no reality and no substance, turning light into illusion, and everything goes.

The shadow of the Yin Soul was extremely uncomfortable, and after a few rounds, it was already at the peak.

A golden light rippled around, and finally broke through the spiritual pressure blockade of the ghost toad and others, and the Sanskrit sound rippled faintly on the White Bone Mountain.

The zombie ghost, who was still fighting with the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, suddenly stopped his body, and his soul rose and dissipated in the Sanskrit sound, and a large number of corpses fell stiffly.

The sect's side finally had a chance to breathe, and immediately began to launch a counteroffensive, and the most powerful one was Li Xiaoyi's thousand-strong brigade, which was a genuine thousand-strong group of cultivators, attacking the surroundings from top to bottom.

The human head surged, under the sword and sword qi, set off layers of waves, his white hair flew in the air, shouting, shouting, laughing, at the moment when the human head flew, the thunder and lightning bat dragon fluttered its wings and flew.

After that, the Kunlun clan followed closely, between the mountains, back and forth, the disciples of the Kunlun Sect joined more and more, and the lone disciples of other sects were also the same.

He really pulled up a legion, behind him, followed him to kill corpses and take heads, and behind him, there were more and more cultivators in order to survive, one swooped down and killed, overwhelming.

It's like a dragon in the sky, and then leans over to look at the same momentum as the world, breaks through the clouds, and then kills!

Li Xiaoyi, who was in the excitement, did not lose his mind, as the number of personnel increased, casualties began to appear, and he had only one request, leave!

So the wounded left in silence and then gathered in one place. Looking at the long dragon, entrenched above the nine heavens, watching him break through the clouds again and again, leaning down to kill, and his blood echoed.

Then he raised the sword in his hand and plunged headlong into the zombies, using the last of his flesh and blood to open the way for the entire team.

Li Xiaoyi saw it, the people of the Kunlun clan also saw it, and everyone behind him saw it, they didn't speak, they just clenched the sword in their hands, they wanted to kill more enemies and take more heads, not for the common people, but for the compatriots who died at this moment.

At this moment, Mu Jianchen, with less than ten dead and injured beside him, was besieged on the top of the mountain by layers of zombie ghosts.

Not far away is Gao Zhuofan of the Great Yan Sect, as well as Sun Jiaqi of the Forget Worry Sect, and Yang Yueqing of Tianyun Gate.

They were all fighting hard, and they were besieged and trapped like Mu Jianchen, because of the rippling Sanskrit sounds, they had a moment of respite.

They looked up, the dragon entrenched in the clouds, roaring, swooping endlessly, in the sea of corpses and flesh, over and over again, with envy in their hearts, and indescribable sadness.

When it turned around and flew this way again, it was an indescribable and inexplicable bitterness.

The white hair on that end was particularly conspicuous, and his tall figure seemed to have supported the sky, and vaguely, Mu Jianchen seemed to see the elders of his sect, and he was actually mixed in the middle of this team.

Not only the Shushan Sword Sect, but also the elders of each sect, mixed with it, but they were neatly integrated and condensed into a part of that long dragon.

Mu Jianchen sighed, his whole body was filled with a sense of powerlessness, looking at the long dragon, taking the lead in sweeping the mountain where Gao Zhuofan was, and looking at a group of injured disciples, who were willing to be a meat shield without fear of death.

There were iron-armored corpses who came out to resist, but they were also dragged to death by those disciples with their weak bodies, even if the body was split in half, it was still blocked by the death of grabbing or biting.

Then there was the roar of the dragon, the thunder and fire of the thunder purgatory shining in the sky, and the sword light that was raining down in the sky, and the crackling of the heavy rain slammed down.

Then Gao Zhuofan and Sun Jiaqi also joined them, and then there were Yang Yueqing, Qu Baishan, and the elders of various sects, the dragon was growing up, flying up to the sky with teeth and claws.

In the end, Mu Jianchen took Su Yunhan and the only remaining disciples of the Shushan clan to join them.

The silver armor corpses began to look up, and more and more masters of the White Bone Mountain had discovered the existence of this special team.

The true people in charge of the eighteen sects have fallen quite a bit, so they have a gap and turn their eyes to the sky.

Li Xiaoyi stepped on the thunder and lightning bat dragon, of course, he knew that the more people there were, the more obvious the target would be, but he was not afraid, and he was even more fearless.

When the lightning bat dragon roared down again, the silver-armored corpses turned into light and shadow, and rushed forward with the team of iron-armored corpses.

The two phases collided, thunder and lightning intertwined, wind and clouds swirled, and there were more sword lights staggered and diffused, and the yin qi was constantly stirring.

Then there was a dragon rushing out first, Li Xiaoyi's eyes were four, and when two lines of blood and tears resurfaced, the white hair danced wildly behind him, Chen Yueling was watching, and Wang Zheng and Sun Biao followed closely.

There was also a group of dead soldiers of the sect who rushed to the forefront desperately, and the dragon did not fall or disperse, still roaring down.

Everyone was staring at that figure, following the thunderbolt bat dragon at his feet, swaying, and in front of him was black fire, a huge black hole, burning hideously, endlessly devouring everything in front of him!