The roar echoed, shaking the sky.

The monks of the Immortal Clan Alliance still have tens of thousands of people, and behind these tens of thousands of people, under the eyes of the huge temple, the man surnamed Bei looked at the Great Elder of the Daochen Sect who shouted out his words from afar.

"Daochen Sect, this sect that is doomed to perdition, is actually ...... There are still many such respectable powerhouses. The man surnamed Bei sighed secretly, he had been at war with the Daochen Sect for hundreds of years, and every time he reached a desperate situation, such a figure would appear in the Daochen Sect.

Even if they shouted such words and completed the root cause of this kind of action, it was because their clansmen were within the control of the Daochen Sect, and they had to do so for the continued survival of their clansmen, but they were just as worthy of respect.

On the contrary, it is their Immortal Alliance, which seems to be huge, but in fact, no such character has ever appeared.

"It's a pity ......," the man surnamed Bei shook his head.

"Let the chariots blow themselves up, and sober them up while these people are going crazy. When the man surnamed Bei spoke lightly, someone immediately followed him with a quick message.

A moment later, on this battlefield, the nine huge chariots that had caused a lot of killings suddenly all collapsed, each chariot was composed of hundreds of thousands of great swords, and the nine chariots were equivalent to millions of great swords, all of which rolled up the sword wind at this moment, roaring and roaring.

The burst of millions of swords was comparable to a catastrophe for the monks, and there were originally only more than 10,000 disciples of the Morning Sect left, but at the moment when these nine chariots collapsed, the terrible roar suddenly overwhelmed all the sounds in this place, and it became a great sound.

Seven thousand...... Turned into minced meat, with their roar, disappeared forever under the sky, and all forms and spirits were destroyed.

Even if it is easy to say the phrase "death", but some words, like promises, are not said when you are not said you are its master, but after you say it, you will become its slave.

Seven thousand people died, and the remaining five thousand or so disciples of the Morning Sect, although they shouted out the previous words one by one, but now they seemed to be sprinkled with cold water on their heads, and they continued to retreat in trembling, showing signs of collapse.

"Chariots, we are just the ones who guard this place, not the war hall, and we have no weapons...... A mere 80,000 Alliance Cultivators are equipped with nine sword battle chariots......" The Great Elder Hall Elder here laughed miserably, looking at the Dao Chen Sect disciple who was about to collapse, he suddenly jumped up and turned into a long rainbow in front of him.

This Changhong, like a moth to a fire, knows that it will die...... Go to the flames.

He didn't say any more stirring words, he didn't yell out any more words that even if he died, these are no longer necessary, if someone escapes, then run away, but he can't escape, this rush, not for Dao Chenzong, this rush, not for himself, but for his people, for his heirs and blood relatives.

"In exchange for my death for Dao Chenzong's tolerance towards my people, this matter is worth it. The old man's eyes were blood-red, with madness and persistence, and he rushed into the camp of the Immortal Alliance.

"The two of you will take action to extinguish the moon thunder and end his life, he is already looking for death, although you are not enough to cultivate, he will not dodge. The man surnamed Bei looked at the old man like a moth in the distance and spoke lightly.

"This battle can be ended early. The man surnamed Bei looked up and looked at the huge eyeballs above, and a flash of disgust flashed in his eyes.

But at the moment when he looked at the huge eyeballs above, suddenly, on the battlefield, there was a sudden uproar, this sound came from the mouth of the Daochen Sect, and also from the people of the Immortal Alliance.

With the appearance of the uproar, bursts of excited cheers suddenly spread.

"The people who helped us and others are here!!"

"It's the battle boat of the sect, and the people of the sect have come to save us!!"

As the voice swirled, even the Great Elder who rushed out in search of death paused and looked back violently.

He saw hundreds of warships speeding from within the starry sky, as well as the nearly 10,000 monks on the warships, and excitement flashed in his eyes, but when he looked farther away, it was empty.

Only these people......

In the bitterness of the old man, the uproar around him slowly disappeared, and the sense of despair resurfaced in the hearts of the thousands of monks in the Daochen Sect...... This excitement was ruthlessly extinguished again when they saw that there were only a few hundred war boats, and so on, they no longer had the slightest will to fight, and collapsed...... Almost instantly, it appeared on almost every one of these thousands of monks.

As the thousands of Morning Sect monks dispersed, tens of thousands of monks from the Immortal Alliance gathered on the hundreds of battle boats at this moment with murderous eyes.

The man surnamed Bei also looked away from the huge eyeballs above and looked at the hundreds of warships in the distance.

"It's not the team from Daochen Sect to help this place, otherwise it wouldn't be just these people, they should be passing by here, but since they are here, let's leave them behind. The man surnamed Bei spoke calmly.

Su Ming stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the battlefield in front of him, and saw the tens of thousands of monks of the Immortal Alliance, as well as the thousands of people from the Daochen Sect who had dispersed, as well as the rich blood around and the countless pieces of meat that filled the starry sky.

"Do I have a battle flag?" Su Ming suddenly spoke.

Xu Hui was stunned for a moment, and the eldest of the nine elders beside him immediately lit up, and his right hand was raised and slapped on his body, and suddenly a long cloth appeared in his hand, fluttering out, hundreds of zhang long.

"Your Highness, the battle flag is not available now, but as long as Your Highness needs it, the old man can make it simply now. ”

"I want red. Su Ming said lightly.

The old man immediately swept the long cloth in his hand around, stained with the blood floating around, and suddenly a blood flag appeared in the starry sky.

"Hang up the battle flag, call out my name, let these people know who you belong to, and let me see you." Su Ming's words came out and fell into the ears of every monk in the hundreds of battle boats, making the eyes of these monks shine one by one.

At the moment when the old man hung the blood-colored battle flag on Su Ming's battle boat, and with a flick, the red battle flag hundreds of zhang long fluttered without wind, and hundreds of battle boats roared, shooting out hundreds of pillars of light, and went straight to the battlefield.

"Dao Kong!!" Nearly 10,000 people, at the moment of rushing out, roared in unison, and shouted out a name, this voice shook the starry sky, rolling away like thunder in all directions, and also into the hearts of the thousands of disciples of the Morning Sect who had collapsed, and similarly, it also entered the ears of those monks of the Immortal Alliance.

This voice was rolling excitedly, and under the fusion of the momentum of nearly 10,000 people rushing out, there was only one word to describe these nearly 10,000 monks at this moment......

Like a wolf!!

The sound of the boom was earth-shattering, it was hundreds of pillars of light from hundreds of battle boats, with the intention of destruction, the storm formed by the explosion, in this storm whirlwind, the nearly 10,000 monks belonging to Su Ming were already approaching, and a crazy battle suddenly began.

Nearly 10,000 people, and tens of thousands of people who have been fighting for three days and are tired, at the moment of contact, the battle is endless!

The thousands of Morning Sect cultivators who had dispersed were now scattered, but after seeing this scene, they hesitated one by one, not knowing whether to continue to fight or continue to escape, but the blood-colored battle flag and the word Daokong swirling in their ears were the battle intent that had been extinguished in their hearts, and gradually seemed to ignite again.

The Great Elder of the Hall of Elders here, he looked at the nearly 10,000 people who came, saw the flying blood-colored battle flag, and heard the names of the nearly 10,000 monks, without hesitation, his body turned into a long rainbow, and he galloped straight towards the war boat where Su Ming was.

At this moment, the bodies of the Nine Elders of the Dark Tip flew out together, and they did not rush to this battlefield, but went straight to the top of the starry sky, where dozens of strong men fought fiercely.

The bald crane's eyes flashed and his body flickered...... The slipped away, and only Su Ming could see that half of the flesh and stumps around him were approaching the battlefield quickly without anyone noticing.

Huokui Old Ancestor licked his lips with a smile, his eyes showed bloodthirstiness, looked at Su Ming, and after seeing Su Ming nodding, he let out a long laugh, deliberately not scattering all his cultivation, but showing the appearance of about Mo Qiangyue, and walked away in a flash, obviously not wanting to disperse the coercion of being a powerful person, so that everyone else could escape quickly, but to enjoy the pleasure of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

"Okay...... Xu Hui chuckled and looked at Su Ming.

"Always let them vent. ”

Su Ming smiled slightly, and also looked at Xu Hui.

Xu Hui and Su Ming looked at each other, their eyes showed a touch of tenderness that would not be revealed on weekdays, and they pursed their lips and laughed, but this smile disappeared immediately when she saw the huge eyes floating in the starry sky, and her eyes shrank even more intensely.

"What's that. Su Ming's gaze also fell on the huge eyeball, and he could faintly feel that this huge eyeball was also looking at him now.

This object is different from the third eye that Su Ming got at the beginning, the third eye is its own spirituality, but now this huge eyeball gives people a feeling of being like a dead thing, and it is obviously some kind of magic weapon that is controlled remotely.

"That's the Eye of the Temple of the Immortal Alliance, Old Man Ouyang Kong, meet His Highness Daokong!" The one who answered Su Ming was the Great Elder of the Elder Hall who came from a distance, and when he was approaching, he saw the dog-headed beast and Dao Feifeng on the bow of the boat, and his heart was shocked, but he looked away and bowed deeply to Su Ming outside the battle boat.

Su Ming nodded, his gaze fell on the huge eyeball, and when he moved down, he was about to see it at a glance......... The man surnamed Bei, the moment he saw this man, Su Ming's eyes suddenly had a strange glow.

"Beiling ......"

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