The figure of the spectator is wrapped in dazzling light.

Luo Qingming's shrilling screams also resounded in the world.

Blood was overflowing from the corner of the Demon Lord of the Wasteland. He felt that he could hold on, so he gritted his teeth and black smoke was burning in his eyes. Luo Qingming recondensed in a very short time and covered the world again.

But the glory of the viewer cannot be covered.

Even more dazzling.

Under the stimulation of that glory, Luo Qingming swept the dark curtain and rolled in the clouds.

The eroded monks became more and more crazy, especially in the snowy mountains of Yan State. They directly and actively interrupted the baptism of the fortune of heaven and earth, and ignored the surrounding monks who were breaking the realm and rushed towards the master of the spectator.

They do not pose any threat to the speculator.

But the Demon Lord of the Wasteland also used all the things he could use.

The glory of the audience is even more dazzling.

Luo Qingming tried desperately to swallow the light, but the black fog was dispelled by the light.

Originally, the master of the temple was at the peak of the Xuanming Realm, but that was just a title of realm. No one can guarantee whether the master of the temple had already broken the boundaries of the Xuanming Realm peak, or even though he had not reached a higher level, he must have surpassed the Xuanming Realm peak.

Although he had only experienced a little baptism of the fortune of heaven and earth, his changes were still very obvious.

Luo Qingming was torn by the light, and its screams were heard in the world.

Before the eroded monks could approach the master, they were directly lifted out by the dazzling light, and they were sprayed with blood. They were seriously injured even if they were not dead.

The Demon Lord of the Wasteland was also squirting blood. Luo Qingming was killed once or twice and could hold on. It was nothing to do in normal times, but in the process of plundering the fortunes of heaven and earth, the impact of Luo Qingming's death on him was incomparable to ordinary times.

He felt that the body veins of the first practitioner in the world were swelling, the blood circulation was accelerating, and the heart beat gradually became more intense. He was even more unwilling to give up, and he did not dare to give up. If he could not obtain more powerful power, he would face another defeat.

During the period of devilish destruction, it may be the result of his plan, but this time it will be a complete failure. He has been waiting for so long and struggling in pain for so many years. He must not allow such a result to occur.

Although his luck in plundered the fortune of heaven and earth was very fast, the fortune of heaven and earth had just recovered to its highest peak, and its richness was extremely terrible. It was not something he could plunder cleanly by casually.

Some monks' breaking through the realm has ended. Xie Chunfeng and Jiang Zihua immediately launched a fierce counterattack against the eroded monks. With the full state of breaking through the realm, they could be said to be like a god of war descending. Moreover, even if most monks in the world are breaking through the realm, the existence of the five realms has suddenly increased, but they are still far from cheap.

There may be many monks who have just entered the threshold of the fifth realm, but there are still many existences at the top of the God-Knowing Realm and the peak of the God-Knowing Realm. They do not have any effort to deal with the eroded monks.

Teacher Xiong also came out of the state of breaking the realm. He had reached the peak of the Xuanming Realm. Even though he could not match the Guanzhu and Situ Chaoyuan, he finally had the ability to fight against the Demon Lord of the Wasteland.

He forgot about the dazzling glory in the sky.

He walked straight towards the Demon Lord of the Wasteland.

He raised his hand slightly.

All the snow in the snowy mountains boiled.

Although he had the idea of ​​making a bowl of smoothies, it took time to eat it, so he grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth. He really liked to eat smoothies, especially at this time. If he could eat a bowl of smoothies, he felt that he would not feel tired even if he could eat it for days and nights.

He raised the remaining snowflakes in his hand, and with each step he took, the boiling snow aggravated a little more.

Soon a storm broke out in the snow-capped mountains.

The snow fog is charming.

Under the glory of the viewer, the fine snow seemed very crystal clear.

The Demon Lord of the Wasteland noticed that Teacher Xiong was approaching him, and his expression became extremely solemn.

If it were the original Teacher Xiong, he didn't need to care at all, but Teacher Xiong, who had reached the peak of Xuanming Realm, took advantage of his extremely full state and exuded aura that was not inferior to the previous observer.

Although Luo Qingming restrained the viewer, he was also restrained by the viewer.

Those eroded monks will be killed by Xie Chunfeng and others soon, and they will not be able to count on them.

But the Demon Lord of the Wasteland was not panicked.

He had feared before that the viewer who had obviously become stronger, and the momentum that Teacher Xiong exuded at this moment was only close to the viewer who had been completely revived. The Demon Lord of the Wasteland believed that his body, which belonged to the first practitioner in the world, could withstand Teacher Xiong's offensive alone.

So he just looked at Teacher Xiong with a serious expression, without any other moves.

Teacher Xiong stopped in front of the Demon Lord of the Wasteland several feet.

A sweeping snowstorm appeared behind him.

It was an extremely spectacular picture.

He raised his right hand and gently stroked forward.

In the storm, ice crystals appeared, like a scene of thousands of arrows firing at once, breaking through the air in an instant, bombarding the demon lord of the wasteland.

The sound of slap is endless.

The Demon Lord of the Wasteland felt the pain.

But he was also a little surprised.

The first practitioner in the world relies on his will to control his body. He cannot truly feel that the body exists. He has felt pain before, but the pain is very small and can be ignored.

The pain this time was very severe, which also meant that the integration of his will and the first practitioner in the world became more and more perfect.

That is of course a good thing.

But he couldn't ignore Teacher Xiong anymore.

That offensive was still very exaggerated.

The body hit by ice crystals showed a very clear mark. If it weren't for the body of the first practitioner in the world who was strong enough, Teacher Xiong's move was perfectly qualified to tear him to pieces.

Severe pain will also affect his will, which is considered a blessing and misfortune.

The Demon Lord of the Wasteland could not help but free up his hand. While continuing to plunder the luck of heaven and earth, he also fought back against Teacher Xiong.

And Teacher Xiong's offensive became more and more fierce.

Beilin Youyu and Kuangcaotang and others solved the eroded monks and arrived at the battlefield. Although they are all extremely powerful existences in the world, compared with people like the Demon Lord of the Wasteland and the Scene Lord, they are naturally very weak, but it does not prevent them from doing their part.

The Kuangcao Tang waved a wide-backed sword, and it spit out like a blazing flame!

When Beilin has a fish holding a sword, the Haoranqi rolls out like a vast ocean!

Xie Chunfeng set out his sword, and the spring breeze spreads, but it also carries an unparalleled powerful momentum!

Jian Shuxuan, Ning Xi, Chu Canglan, Yue Congshuang, and Jiang Zihua all showed their strongest tricks.

Lu Jiuge and He Zhengrong followed closely behind.

Even those monks below the fifth level did not retreat at all. Although they knew that they could not help at all, they were still not stingy with their own strength.

Hundreds of monks burst out with their own spiritual essence, which also shows a picture that cannot be ignored.

Han Yi held Gu Shiyan's hand, and he had already entered the mysterious life, and he also had the blessing of the second chapter of "Silks of Silkworm Destruction". He seemed to be the strongest in the field except for the audience, Situ Chaoyuan and Teacher Xiong.

He and Gu Shiyan set out their swords at the same time.

The power of the sword light was even vaguely stronger than the combined power of Xie Chunfeng and the hundreds of monks.

The power burst out by hundreds of cultivators above the fourth realm bombarded the Demon Lord of the Wasteland.

He could only grit his teeth and support him, waved his hand to form a barrier around his body. It was obviously impossible to hold on, but he only needed some time. As long as he could survive that time and plunder the luck of heaven and earth, he could start a full-scale counterattack.

By then, he could destroy the entire world at will, and he would let these guys who resisted him taste the greatest pain in the world.

So far, most monks in the world have broken through.

Only Situ Chaoyuan was still baptized by the fortune of heaven and earth.

Due to the plunder of the Demon Lord of the Wasteland, the fortune of heaven and earth is gradually weakening.

Situ Chaoyuan frowned.

He could feel that he had broken the boundaries of Xuanming, but he never figured out what a higher realm was. At present, he was just stuck between Xuanming and the higher realm. The fortune of heaven and earth only brought him opportunities, but whether he could enter a higher realm still depends on himself.

After all, that level of realm is mysterious. Perhaps from ancient times to the present, only the first practitioner in the world has been exposed to it. The road ahead is vague. Even if he can stand on that road, he still knows what is on that road, and even knows how to move forward.

The weakness of the fortune of heaven and earth also made that path become more blurred.

Situ Chaoyuan was a little upset.

Li Mengzhou was also a little depressed.

He wanted to forcibly obtain the opportunity when the fortune of heaven and earth was revived. The third chapter of "Silks of Silkworms" inexplicably helped him to pull a lot of fortune into his body, but those fortunes were like stones sinking into the sea, and he didn't feel that he had any changes.

Looking at the direction of the Snow Mountain in Yan Country, there was thunder clouds rolling, and the dark curtains pressed down on the top. The gorgeous light was the most dazzling, and there was also an extremely dazzling light that penetrated the dark curtain. He seemed to have seen the figure of the master directly, like a god.

Li Mengzhou was not in a hurry to rush over. He noticed several sword lights passing by in the sky, thinking that it should be Su Bieli and others.

Even Master Tang Wenliu and Master Jieran were heading towards the Snow Mountains of Yan State.

They chose to join that battlefield again.

But outside Fengjiang City, the rain slowly came.

The monks in the world who were eroded by the will of the Demon Lord of the Wasteland in the world became even more crazy, and their realm was also increased. Most monks in the world collectively broke through the realm. Even if the eroded monks became stronger, it would not affect anything, but there were always some strong people in the world.

At this moment, more eroded monks gathered outside Fengjiang City.

Because of Jiang Tingyu's appearance, they all turned their eyes to each other.

Jiang Tingyu walked leisurely in the garden, and the sword in his hand made waves of sword sounds.
To be continued...