"Fight!!" Inside the gate of the Ninth Peak, a roar rose into the sky like a tiger's roar, it was the voice of the tiger, and with the appearance of this voice, the figure of the tiger was instantly reflected in Su Ming's eyes.

The tiger-like body, at the moment of walking out, the majestic flesh power that erupted in the blast of a punch, and a huge mace was grabbed by Huzi's left hand in the air, and suddenly appeared in his hand, sweeping the dark morning and anti-holy cultivation that roared towards him in front of him.

Roaring and monstrous, Huzi is just a point where the armies of the two sides have fully touched, and around Huzi, countless Ninth Peak monks are starting a crazy battle of life and death with the Dark Morning Rebellion Saint" "The novel chapter is updated the fastest.

This battle, they fight for existence!

In this battle, they fought for their lives!

There are even more barbarian cultivators, in this battle, showing the strong flesh of their barbarians!

The enemy they faced was to defeat the cultivation of the Three Realms Union like a broken bamboo after they came, and even killed the Fourth True Realm Xuanzun, forcing the Yin Saint True Realm to seal its realm, so that the Fourth True Realm had to put down a large array, not seeking to kill the enemy, but only struggling to resist.

It is even more sweeping Dao Chenzhenji, and the slightest monk can make it pause a little bit where he passes, so to speak...... The army of strong men who have never failed, that is the dark morning, that is the anti-saint!

In this battle, Yijing, the person of the ninth peak, is ready to die, but even if it is death, he can't live in the world once in vain, even if he dies, he has to kill a few people to accompany the funeral, killing one person is enough, killing two people is not in vain, killing three people earns two!

The ninth peak is like this, and the barbarians are even more so, roaring and screaming, the sound of fighting is deafening, and the entire starry sky is reverberating. It has become the brightest light in Su Ming's eyes.

Sixty percent of the cultivation was sealed. The forty percent cultivation of the Reversible Saint and the Dark Morning Cultivation is in front of the ninth peak of the Three Desolate Morning True Realms. It is still a force that is not weak.

Whether it is Bijing Dark Morning or Reverse Saint, they are inherited from the second era of this era, and in terms of cultivation system and exercises, they are several levels higher than the Three Desolation Cultivators, if it weren't for Su Ming's sealed sixty percent cultivation, this battle would ...... It's not a suspense at all.

Now, for the ninth peak. It's fair, in fact, Su Ming can seal a few more percent, but in that case, it can't be considered a grind, so he only seals sixty percent, and only makes Dark Chen and Reverse Saint not much higher than the ninth peak by half a realm.

The sound of the battle echoed in an earth-shattering instant, and a large number of cultivators of the Reverse Saint and the Dark Morning poured into the gap in the formation, almost the moment they stepped in, the resistance of the ninth peak, and the perseverance of hundreds of thousands of monks. In this instant, the two sides touched, and it broke out in an instant.

It's just just a jiēchu. Immediately there were a large number of deaths on both sides, such a group battle, the most test of the monk's personal cultivation, at this moment between the touch, the roar of the supernatural power came and went, the magic weapon and the collision of jiliè, the formation of ripples swept in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow of death descended on the starry sky, waving the hand of harvesting, seemingly taking away life after life endlessly.

This is the battle between Dark Chen and the Reverse Saint, after invading the Three Desolations, the most serious casualties, whether it was the blocking of the Three Desolations and the Three True Realms in the gap of the Three Desolations, or the subsequent sweep of Dao Chen by the Dark Morning and the Reverse Saint, or the expedition to other True Realms, all of them were so instantaneous, in the moment of Jiēchu, there were a large number of casualties immediately.

Bijing, a series of previous wars, Dark Morning and the Rebel Sage relied on the strength of cultivation, Yijing was invincible.

The nine white-robed spirit ancestors rushed to the front with gritted teeth at this moment, and the ninth peak cultivators retreated one after another, and the five were their opponents, although they were weakened by sixty percent of their cultivation, they still used their strength.

But at the moment when these nine people completely stepped into the gap in the formation and entered the shijiè where the ninth peak was located, they were about to rush towards the most crazy tiger among the ninth peak monks, turán, in the Dao Sea below this shijiè, suddenly there was a tumbling sound, and a huge will suddenly swirled at this moment, directly enveloping the nine people, instantly submerging them in the will like an angry wave.

That is, the first of the Dao Sea.

Shrouded in these nine people in their own will, a battle between the spirit ancestors, isolating the cultivators, unfolding between them, there is not much bloody rain to be seen, but for the nine spirit ancestors, the strength of the Dao Sea Ancestors is that they are weakened and unable to resist after cultivation.

At the same time, the barbarian monks in this ninth peak also showed their pride as barbarians at this moment, their cultivation since the last climb, after adapting to the breath of the Daochen True Realm, began another transformation, this transformation is a thick accumulation, is a kind of barbarian bloodline remnants similar to the meaning of the sacrifice of the living in the Hall of Spirits to fulfill the latter, in this short period of time, the entire race is constantly getting stronger and stronger, towards the dark morning and the anti-saint, in this melee crazy battle.

Su Ming sat on the sea of bones, looking at the scenes in front of him, his expression was calm, méiyou changed at all, the knife wants to be sharpened, there must be edges and corners, the tree wants to grow, there must be wind and rain.

The ninth peak, the barbarians, these two most important homes for Su Ming, if they want to grow, they must go through the wind and rain, and go through all the things that any force has to go through when it rises.

Only in this way can they grow into towering beings, and only in this way can they no longer need too much protection from Su Ming, and turn from dependence to self-improvement!

What Su Ming can do is just to make this war fairer, but in the end, if the ninth peak can't adapt to such a war, he will be saved by Su Ming, and the ninth peak and the barbarians will not be born from now on, because, such a ninth peak, such a barbarian, maybe it is better to stay in the place of yin and death when it is time for them to rise.

And if they can grow, they have the belief to dare to fight, and the will to fight with the sky, with people, and with all things, nàme, Su Ming will use the full strength of ziji to make the ninth peak, let the barbarians, become the strongest sect and ethnic group under this sky!

One of Méiyou!

Looking at the battle that took place in front of him, Su Ming's expression slowly emerged with relief, he saw the resistance of the ninth peak, saw their unyielding and persistent, and saw the most brilliant light of life that broke out at this moment.

Especially in that crowd, the tiger-like tiger, holding a huge mace in his roar, cursing loudly while waving it, swept through thousands of armies and roared amazingly, his face did not see the slightest innocence, but appeared to make the enemies around him tremble.

There is also the senior brother who is floating in the air and sitting cross-legged in the air, the head of Méiyou, he méiyou shot, and the shot is a series of witch souls around him, these souls let out a terrible scream between the whirlwinds, and sometimes rushed out, heading straight for the dark morning and the cultivation of the anti-saint.

By the side of the senior brother, it was the second senior brother, who was gentle and elegant, his expression was unprecedentedly dignified at the moment, and one after another orders came out of him, all the changes in the battlefield of zuoyou, around him, there were still many monks in the ninth peak who had not made a move, and they were waiting for him.

Farther away, on the top of the ninth peak, Canglan stood there silently, looking into the distance, looking calm.

Second Senior Brother is the soul of the Ninth Peak, and Fang Canglan is the soul of the barbarians!

And Su Ming, he yijing is no longer the soul of this sect and this race, he yijing has withdrawn from sight and has become the ...... of this sect and this race God!

Today's Su Ming, he can indeed be called a god, if he can't be called a god, then the world is no longer a god, and he has the will of the three true realms, which can make Emperor Yan Pei Chen tremble and be frightened, this ...... It's Su Ming!

Su Ming's face gradually showed a smile, but the Yan Pei Chen Emperor at the lower end of him looked more and more bitter, he didn't dare to look back, he could only look at the battlefield, but although the cultivation of the anti-saint and the dark morning still prevailed on this battlefield, it ...... On them, yijingméiyou momentum.

The cultivation was sixty percent sealed by the strange one, and this incident was a great blow and invisible coercion to all the anti-saints and dark morning cultivators, which made their hearts shake.

It was not supposed to continue fighting, but it was ordered by Emperor Yan Pei Chen, but he had to fight, and the result of this series of things was that the momentum of Dark Chen and the Reverse Saint Cultivation was not strong.

If the ninth peak's counterattack is too strong, the momentum of the nàme anti-saint and the dark morning monk will slowly re-rise, but what they encountered is an unprecedented battle between the ninth peak, with the continuous casualties, when the ninth peak monk began to have someone choose to self-destruct before death, in terms of momentum, the dark morning and the anti-saint cultivator yijing were completely suppressed.

Those Dark Morning and Anti-Saint cultivators, they looked at the monk who shouted out the five words of Ninth Peak Glory before they died, and the moment they shouted these five words, their bodies directly collapsed and exploded...... If it is just a self-detonation, nàme does not kěnéng make the mind of the dark morning anti-saint cultivator shake, but ...... Those who blew themselves up, the immensity they set off when they blew themselves up, but the power of their own self-explosion was beyond their own self-detonation.

Because, on their bodies, they were all bundled with a large number of jade slips containing the power of chaos, as well as a large number of magic weapons that could self-detonate together, as well as those pills that could self-detonate developed by the Ninth Peak, these ...... As each monk who blew himself up exploded together, the power of their self-detonation instantly increased several times.

This kind of madness shocked the Dark Morning Rebellion.

Not one or two, but thousands, a strong roar swirling through the sky, forming a self-detonation ripple like a big hand of death sweeping across the battlefield, taking away a life that did not want to leave.

In addition, among those who blew themselves up, there were some who belonged to the barbarians, and they shouted the word barbarian before they died, and the voice contained the reluctance to the barbarians, but they did not hesitate to let themselves who had been irreversibly injured explode themselves in an instant, and use the power of self-explosion to complete the last brilliance of their lives.

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