Blood accompanied by howls and the roar of wild beasts, the entrance to Qingxu Mountain has become a red Shura hell.

The life of the mysterious cultivator is being quickly harvested, but he still holds his head up and does not retreat. He uses his flesh and blood as a city wall. He is originally unfamiliar with each other, but he is willing to give his life to each other just to let the person behind step on his body and take a step forward.

Despite this, the situation on the field still began to pour out like the unfavorable side of the Xuan Cultivator. The missionary held up the cross and sang the words in the Bible, and the light shrouded in the sky. For a moment, it became the last straw that overwhelmed the scales on the battlefield. The Xuan Cultivator's attack stopped.

Countless corpses were torn into pieces by werewolf and bats. Qingyunzi clenched his fists angrily, but could only lie on the ground and do nothing. He saw Daolian who was still rushing in front, and was in fire all over his body, waving his fists wildly, but it was as if he was resisting the strong wind and waves, without any support, and it was difficult to make a step forward.

"Roar!" It seemed that he felt the endless resistance ahead. Daolian roared, completely giving up defense like a wild beast, and rushed forward frantically. Finally, the light curtain was knocked open by Daolian, and the black flames were in the white light. Even if they couldn't open their eyes, they still felt very eye-catching.

Daolian rushed forward with both hands and rushed forward, and the black flames rushed away like a river.

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However, after this blow, Daolian's body increased by one meter again. At this moment, it was like a giant in the ancient legend. He accelerated his pace again with great courage.

Everyone stopped what was in their hands and seemed to have forgotten to fight. They only saw the tall back bathed in Shura Fire, facing the missionary center, and the smoke rolled behind him, as if a dragon was rolling, rushing forward.

"God's punishment! The soul that Satan will refuse!" The eight people on the car finally couldn't sit still. Their eyes were all turned to Daolian, who was like gods and demons. The bald man in the robe of a priest stood up, raised the staff in his hand, and pointed at Daolian void.

A strong light flew away like a laser along the blue gem on the staff.

Pu! Daolian's body stiffened and flew out directly, blood splattered from his mouth and nose. A sad and beautiful arc was drawn in the air.

"Is it still not possible? Are you going to lose finally?" Everyone watched Daolian's body shrink rapidly, blood scattered in the air, and an indescribable sorrow and despair surged into their hearts.

"Chinese people are vulnerable!" A werewolf stood up and beat his chest, screaming and despised.

Everyone's eyes turned red again! They raised the weapons in their hands and wanted to rush forward again, but at this moment, the man who was crushing the car raised the staff in his hands again.

"Destroy the World!" As the sound fell, countless ghosts appeared in the air in vain, and rushed towards them with swords.

"It's over! Everything is over!" Qingyunzi closed his eyes and waited for death. At this moment, he even felt a slight relief. Have you lost? Yes, I lost! But after all, he has worked hard and has no regrets!

Boom! Just as everyone was looking at the sword that was constantly expanding in their pupils in despair, Qingxu Temple, which had been silent, finally had movement. From the beginning, this movement burst out violent energy fluctuations, and countless spiritual powers swarmed and spread indiscriminately around. Like a high explosion, bomb, forming a mushroom cloud in the air, which would not dissipate for a long time.

At this moment, the ghosts that had been rushing wildly in the air were also wailed and were directly dispersed. The bald envoy holding a staff suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and slapped on the ground.

Daolian, who had not yet landed in the air, was regained his spiritual intelligence by being rushed to the ground by spiritual power, but felt that he could not move at all. It seemed that the bones in his body had broken inch by inch. Daolian did not look any painful. On the contrary, he smiled, smiling happily.

At the same time, his body was gently dragged by a pair of powerful hands and slowly placed on the ground.

"Boss, you're finally out!" Daolian grinned and wanted to smile and said lightly, but he only said halfway through his voice, and he tilted his head and fainted.

"Ah!" I clenched my fists angrily, and the murderous intent on my body roared like waves. At this moment, I just wanted to kill people, constantly killing people.

"You, you are all going to die, and all the pagans who step into my China will die. Even if you escape to any corner of the world, I will ask you and your family to pay the price of your life! Those who dare to hurt my brother will die!"

"National Master! It's National Master! The National Master has come out of seclusion!" The desperate Xuan Cultivator saw the figure standing behind like a god of killing at this moment. Not only was he not afraid, but he seemed to be bathed in the dawn, and was inexplicably excited.

"Ahem! This guy has become stronger again!" Qing Yunzi coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and murmured with a smile on the corner of his mouth. There was no jealousy, no comparison, and only excitement. At this moment, Qing Yunzi already understood that the figure standing there was no longer the person he met, but a real strong man, a strong man far beyond his own phenomenon, and he could never surpass him.

With such thoughts, it is unfortunate for Qingyunzi. Because his heart of Tao is to move forward and there cannot be any obstacles. Even if there is any, it must be cleared. However, Qingyunzi no longer has the confidence and courage to surpass this figure at this moment. What is strange is that Qingyunzi is not lost, but feels relieved and feels a sense of relief.

"Ni Ge! The metaphysics of China are completely finished! If you surrender and return to God's arms, you will inevitably be gifted by God. If you refuse, then as a pagan, you can only die and let Satan punish your soul." The missionary walked out of the ragged robe, and his body was dirty and seemed to have been sloppy old man who had not been cleaned for a long time. He was covered with gray hair, and his face was covered with wrinkles, but it made people feel no aversion. There was an old man who was compassionate on his face.

This is the famous ascetic in the West. Every religion has a mad believer, and the terrifying branch of the mad believer. They will not hold up their butcher knife, and the more they will not deceive with sweet words, they will be so humble. No matter whenever they are, they are like a group of poor people who have suffered. But even such people often do not need to see blood when they kill people. Because someone will help them, because they put themselves in the humblest and most miserable state, and rely on their own creeds to practice hard, they are also the most powerful among mad believers.

"National Master, avenge us!" Most of the Xuan Cultivators lay on the ground. Those who could still shout were undoubtedly lucky, but it does not mean that they would give up. Watching their fellow disciples die in front of them. Seeing their companions blocking their attacks with their lives, these people are already crazy! They want to kill and kill these missionaries.

You retreat and arrange the injured. I try my best to calm down my mood and directly treat the missionaries as nothing. The realm of earthly immortals! So that's it. Looking at these missionaries, I feel that what I see is just a group of clowns. Their so-called divine power is just the power of faith. What they rely on is just an external object as a medium. And I look at them is like watching a group of ants. Just reach out and you can easily crush them!

This may be the reason why the Battle of Zhongnan Mountain can only be at the level of the Earth Immortals above the level. Because Earth Immortals are no longer limited to the control of spiritual power, these spiritual powers have begun to be transformed into immortal energy. This is a qualitative change caused by quantitative change. The sublimation of life is like a little kid who is six or seven years old growing into a 15 or sixteen-year-old boy.

After explaining the Xuan Cultivator in one sentence, I took a step forward. My steps were very slow, but the distance of each step was perfectly the same distance. I was not even worried that these people would leave. The soul field had formed a perfect cube and countless compartments, crisscrossing inside. The soul field had formed a perfect maze, and I was the master in the field, and those so-called missionaries, the so-called religion and the so-called Shikigami, are now just a group of prey in my cage. It’s ridiculous that these people dare to threaten me.

After spending three months, I finally broke through the Earth Immortal Realm when I consumed all the spirit gathering pills in the ring. At this time, the dantian looked like a piece of space, a space with only spiritual power. In the middle of the space, a long sword with purple light flashing floated out of thin and empty. This is the long sword that formed the long sword. The purple light continued to render on the surrounding spiritual power. The rendered spiritual power quickly dried up, turning into a thin and invisible immortal energy, absorbed by the long sword.

Originally, I still need some time to consolidate the level of the ninth grade level, but outside, thousands of Chinese Xuan cultivators were fighting and fighting! My brothers were blown away. All of this had to be repaid with blood.

"At first, the world was nothingness, and God's spirit was on the water. God said there was light! So there was light. God saw that light was good, so he separated light and darkness. With morning and night, this was the first day!" The missionaries knelt down on the ground and held the cross, chanting the beginning of the Bible devoutly. A stream of faith continued to gather, and finally formed a knight composed of light and shadow in the air.
Chapter completed!