Not every moth that flies into the flame has the courage to never regret it.

But if there is a reason why one must enter the fire, then even a timid moth can move forward bravely, even if there is only one death ahead!

There were obviously only two or three hundred people, but the aura they exerted during the desperate fight was enough to shock the heavens!

It's enough to make any Holy Mountain power who was disdainful of them at first be moved by them!

Wherever righteousness comes, life and death will follow!

The sky can provide a lesson, and the blood and martial arts can prove it!

It was a huge boat emitting blood light that reached the sky, carrying two to three hundred people on board, constantly crashing into the formation at the border of the Holy Mountain, trying to invade and save people!

That giant boat is a defective piece of innate magic weapon. Even so, it can still cause some cracks in the formation every time it collides with it.

And when these two to three hundred dead soldiers detonated the giant innate ship at all costs, they finally opened a gap in the border formation and successfully invaded the land of the Holy Mountain!

Those who can escape will fly towards the place of execution at all costs!

Those who are restrained by the power of the forbidden air will gallop between the mountains, climb over the mountains and ridges, and move forward without hesitation!

However, there are so many monks in the Holy Mountain. Not counting the monks who fly from the ground grasslands to the sky, the number of guards arranged by the twelve branches of the Holy Mountain at the burial mountain strongholds alone exceeds one million, and all of these people are the first.

Among the best in the second step of cultivation, there are many immortals and immortal kings among them!

Almost at the same time that these blood weapon subordinates invaded the formation, they were immediately violently intercepted, and there were heavy casualties from the beginning.

It is absolutely impossible for a mere two to three hundred troops to pass through the garrison of millions of monks of the same level and reach the execution ground deep in the Holy Mountain!

But, so what if it’s impossible!

So what if you can’t do it!

So what if the difference in military strength is thousands of times!

roar!

A black iron man wielding a ghost-headed sword, while beheading the holy mountain Buddhist cultivators blocking the road, roared as he walked. He was an eternal immortal under Tu Huang, and his cultivation level was not the best in this trip.

He is strong, but he leads the way and is brave and not afraid of death.

Unfortunately, he was soon surrounded by an Immortal King, several Immortal Lords, and hundreds of Holy Mountain Immortals.

After only a few encounters, the black iron man was seriously injured under the siege of many strong men from the Holy Mountain!

He looked helplessly at the execution ground that was out of reach, feeling sad.

Then, the sadness turned into madness!

No need to fear death!

I just wish I couldn’t save my lord!

When the injuries inside his body worsened to the point where he was unable to stand firm, the black iron man finally burst into tears and exploded his physical body and soul, forming a destructive impact that spread in all directions, killing all the true immortals who besieged him in one fell swoop, the Eternal Immortal Lord

One person was also killed!

The rest were also seriously injured, and they were all frightened, angry and frightened!

This is the anger of the moth!

The cry of killing goes straight into the sky!

The unyielding will is like a roaring mountain and a tsunami!

A burly Immortal King of the Fourth Tribulation of the Blood Martial Arts used his blood-stimulating magic weapon to kill a new Immortal Lord and hundreds of True Immortals who were blocking the road in front of him. After the hard fight, before he even looked up, he immediately

Dozens of flying swords of eleven nirvana and above attacked from the side, piercing his body all over, and several more flying swords directly penetrated his soul.

Seven steps of blood splatter!

The aura of death gradually spread from this Blood Martial Immortal King. He could feel that he was very close to death, very close.

No need to fear death!

I just wish I couldn’t relieve my Lord’s worries!

Not far away, three Holy Mountain Three Tribulations Immortal Kings were happy that they had killed a Blood Martial Immortal King with a sneak attack. Unexpectedly, the dying Blood Martial Immortal King suddenly turned around, roared, and shouted at

They pounced.

Then, a destructive self-destruction impact came out, one for three, and they all perished!

This is the anger of the moth!

The blood warrior monks who were advancing were besieged and killed one by one, and more and more bodies fell.

But no one retreated!

Even if the execution ground is out of reach, even if the crowd of millions of guards cannot break through, they still rush forward regardless of the cost.

Unfortunately, useless...

Unfortunately, no miracle happened...

Gradually, the shouts of the blood warrior monks weakened.

Gradually, the two to three hundred people died until only fifty or sixty remained.

Gradually, even these fifty or sixty people became corpses on the ground, or... even the corpses were so destroyed that they could not be found.

The fighting in Burial Mountain finally subsided.

Until the end, these two to three hundred people were unable to advance to the vicinity of the execution ground or fight their way out.

But they also cost the Holy Mountain a huge price.

Among the millions of guardsmen of the Holy Mountain, nearly ten thousand people died, and the number of casualties was dozens of times that of the Blood Warrior monks.

With two to three hundred people, against a million people of equal strength, they can still cause dozens of times of damage to their own side. The ferocity of these blood warrior monks has been proved, which shocked everyone present.

Tears of blood fell from Tu Huang's right eye.

The shell teeth bit the chapped lower lip until blood flowed.

Tu Huang felt something was breaking in his heart, and some beast was roaring.

She wanted to break free from the execution rack and avenge her subordinates, but she couldn't do it.

Guilt and self-blame spread deep in my heart, for those subordinates who died here and for those benevolence that cannot be repaid.

Guangming Buddha noticed Tu Huang's agitated emotions and smiled. But not long after, his smile froze and he frowned.

He was not the only one, all the monks paying attention to the Burial Mountain battlefield frowned at the same moment.

Hundreds of moths have just died, but in the distant sky, there is actually another small moth, breaking through the border formation of the Holy Mountain and entering this place!

It was a young man in white who landed on a battlefield where countless limbs and broken arms were piled up. He stepped on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, his expression became silent.

Then with a big hand, he grabbed countless floating souls that had nowhere to put them. He grabbed them directly from between heaven and earth and put them into an ancient demon spirit ring, waiting for the day when these heroic souls can be reborn.

That man is not dressed like a guard of the Million Holy Mountain, nor is he dressed like a blood warrior monk!

That man was wearing the clothes of a foreign cultivator, and his appearance was consistent with that of a foreign cultivator who destroyed the torture ring a few months ago!

It's Ning Fan!

He didn't expect that another group of people would come to save Tu Huang, but they arrived a step too late...

There was a roar!

"What's going on! Isn't the intruder just a subordinate officer of Master Xuewu? Why is there a foreign cultivator named Ning?!"

"Hasn't this person escaped from the Holy Land? Why is he still here?"

"How did he avoid Mingfo's pursuit!"

"Now that he has come to the Holy Mountain, does he want to imitate those dead Blood Warrior subordinates and save the Blood Warrior master?"

"Ignorant! Stupid! Arrogant!"

"So many Blood Martial Immortal Lords and Immortal Kings are dead. He is just one person, and he is just an Immortal Lord. What can he do!"

"A moth flies into the flame and perishes!"

"Being an enemy of the Holy Mountain will only lead to death!"

Guangming Buddha frowned.

Based on his countless years of cultivation experience, it is hard to imagine that Ning Fan, a mere Immortal Master outside cultivator, could actually block his search for cause and effect, elude his pursuit, and continue to hide in the Holy Land of Jidan.

The Eastern Heaven monks who were busy releasing the seal of the Ancient Thunder Cauldron were also surprised by Ning Fan's arrival, their expressions slightly changed.

Especially the Dark Clan Yin Luosha looked at Ning Fan with the coldest expression.

The Stone Man Emperor's eyes froze slightly.

Among the branches he left in Dabei Grassland, there was an outstanding disciple whom he valued very much, named Shidang. According to the investigation, Shidang was killed by the foreign cultivator in front of him in the Fire Soul Tower!

Lei Yunguo snorted disdainfully. He didn't expect that Ning Fan, who was cornered by his Leiyin lineage last time, was still jumping around intact like a grasshopper!

At this moment, Ning Fan did not arrive as a ghost-faced cultivator, so everyone present had no fear of his arrival.

There is only disdain!
To be continued...