At this moment, the army of Sumen monks rushed into the city like a sharp sword, and in the blink of an eye, they fought fiercely with the monks of the Cultivation Alliance. The roar was mixed with screams, and the roars of strange beasts sounded one after another.

Qinglin stood on a high platform in the city, and there were thousands of alliance monks around her. Since she followed Chen Rui to the Cultivation Alliance, her cultivation has increased day by day, and she eventually became one of the few elders in the alliance with absolute voice. In this final war, she led the alliance monks to do her best.

The army of monks she led was almost dead twice in the tragic battle. If Mu Chen had not rescued her, she would have been restored to the dust and the soil would have returned to the soil. Now in the battle, there are only thousands of surviving alliance monks around her.

"Elder Qinglin, Elder Mu Chen has given me, please go to the core battle platform in the city immediately, and I will leave it to us here." A witch clan old man was sad next to Qinglin and clasped his fists at Qinglin. Most of the other alliance monks around were from the witch clan, and they clasped their fists at the same time.

Qinglin looked calm. She did not look at the group of witch monks who followed her through life and death, but looked ahead. Tens of thousands of monks from the Sumen side were coming, killing countless people along the way.

Among the group of monks, there was a monk in a Hanging City wearing a black robe. The man was surrounded by countless war souls. These war souls kept roaring and attacking the surrounding alliance monks.

He walked towards Qinglin step by step, and there was no expression on his face during the killing. Suddenly, his eyes saw Qinglin with a petite figure through the numerous figures.

"Are you the elder of the alliance Qinglin? I heard that you are one of the few masters in the cultivation alliance. I really want to know where a little baby like you is strong!" When his words slowly came out, even with the roar in front of him, Qinglin could clearly hear this sound.

Qinglin looked calm, but he murmured in his heart: "Die Chen Rui, I won't come back yet!"

"Elder, please enter the core battle platform immediately. There is Elder Mu Chen's defense there. Now he is the only one who can protect you from breaking out of the siege. If you die here, I will not be able to explain to Elder Chen Rui." The old man of the witch clan said a little anxious.

"Stop talking, if I leave, you are not the opponent of that person." Qinglin looked at the black-robed monk and said firmly.

In the other direction, Wu Yu Yan Wang Suo and others were also striving to resist the enemy's attack. In front of them, Xiaobai turned into a white light. As they passed, white flames burst out. All the monks from Sumen who were in contact with the flames turned into ashes. The monks here were all casual cultivators from the chaotic demon realm. At this moment, they all looked tired, but under Xiaobai's leadership, they fought hard to kill the enemy.

In front of them, tens of thousands of monks were launching crazy attacks, roaring. Among the group of monks, there were two old men in white, holding long swords. The sword energy was everywhere, and the sword energy was rolling. The alliance monks were killed and injured. The strength of these two people was much stronger than that of other monks who attacked, and it was not at the same level at all.

"Aowu!" Xiaobai roared to the sky, turned into a ray of light and killed directly towards the two of them. It immediately roared, with sword energy scattered, and white flames spread around, fighting against two without any disadvantage.

However, Wu Yu, Yan Wangsuo and others had exhausted their efforts. While they were numb to kill the enemy, a thought arose in their minds: "Have he... not here yet?"

In the west of the city, the Black Tiger of Beishan also led an alliance army to fight against the enemy's attack. These monks were all from the Middle Earth sects. At this moment, as the endless killing monks of Sumen came wildly, a feeling of powerlessness arose in their hearts.

"This is the last battle, kill me..." As the Black Tiger in Beishan roared and thunder filled his hand, and with a wave, he enveloped the Sumen monks rushing towards him.

In the east of the city, it was the guarding place of the witch clan. The shocking roar came from time to time. The cyclops hidden in the clouds that Chen Rui had seen before had turned into hundreds of feet, madly attacking dozens of purple figures. These dozens of purple figures between reality and reality were transformed by monks in the supervision field using the giant formation.

The cyclops were wounded by countless blood, but they still roared and attacked fearlessly. In a short time, ten purple figures were defeated by it, and the monks who set up the formation were swept by the strong fist wind, and died in a shrill scream.

All.

However, there were too many purple figures. Gradually, the Cyclops were injured more and more severely. Even their breath became weaker and they seemed to be unable to hold on for long.

A sharp roar suddenly came out of the sky, but a white light rushed directly from outside the city and headed straight into the city. Finally, one of the five cultivators outside the city, a sect elder of the Sumen took action. Just as the white light appeared, a long laugh echoed, and a black light in the city soared into the sky, bombarding the white light.

With a bang, the black light slightly dissipated and retreated several feet. On the other hand, the Sumen Sect's elder retreated hundreds of feet directly, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes. With a grin, he made gestures with both hands, and a white sword light shot out, heading straight for the black light, approaching instantly.

At this moment, a dry palm stretched out from the black light, grabbed the white sword light, and pinched it and burst it out.

"Su Wugu, so many years have passed, you are still so useless!" The black light disappeared, revealing an extremely handsome young man, but it was obvious at a glance that this person's age was definitely not as old as he looked on the surface.

"Sutu, you, the traitor of Sumen back then! Yes, I am not as good as you, but so what? You will definitely lose this time!" The old man from Sumen said gritting his teeth.

"Haha, Junior Brother Wugu doesn't need to be angry. This time, the traitor Su Tu will definitely die. Humph, he thought that he could turn the world with the help of the Cultivation Alliance, and he also wanted to lead the witch clan back to avenge his deep revenge back then. It was simply a dream!" When the voice sounded, another Sumen Sect elder appeared beside Su Wugu.

"It turns out it was Su Weicheng, you despicable villain!" The young man looked at him with contempt and said lightly, "You are too weak. Even if you go together, you are not my opponent. Let Su Dao come." After the words came, the two old Sumen couldn't help but look ugly.

"Is it enough for me to add two?" Sumen asked the monks five times, and two more surrounded him. It was Shen Tu Lie and the third Sumen Sect elder. With one against four, Su Tu's situation suddenly became unfavorable.

Just as Su Tu appeared to resist the other party and asked the monk, at the core battle platform in the city, an old man with a shriveled figure and holding a skeleton scepter burst out, and the old man's expression was filled with murderous intent. This man was the great witch of the Witch Clan, the strongest man in the Witch Clan.

The moment he walked out, the lord of the Hanging City who had been surging the formation swayed and headed straight for the old man.

(End of this chapter)
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