At this time, these people's hearts were filled with regret.

Why did they come to this ghost place to join in the fun?

He also tried to read the jokes of Xiaoyao Qizi.

As a result, they themselves became the biggest joke.

Looking at the crowd that was escaping like birds and beasts, Chu Xinyan didn't even move, and a sarcastic expression appeared on his face.

"Jing Alliance Master, you should understand now, right?"

Chu Xinyan looked at Jing Tianyi's uncertain face and showed a noble and cold smile: "What people want and what moral public opinion are all nonsense!"

"In this world of cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, the only one who is qualified to have the right to speak is strength!"

Jing Tianyi's heart beat a little.

Suddenly, I seemed to realize something and suddenly looked around.

Then there were a series of screams coming from all directions.

The monks who had just escaped retreated in a panic.

And the monks followed behind, crushed, drove away, and slaughtered...

It is the army of cultivators!

It is a 100,000 army formed by the Marquis of Dingbei and the Iron Armored Guards of the Horton tribe!

Jing Tianyi knew the strength of the Iron Armored Guard.

The entire army is equipped with eighth-grade defensive armor, and its cultivation is even higher than the Golden Pill stage.

Such an army is extremely difficult to deal with even a team of three or five people.

What's more, there are thousands of troops who are in a sturdy manner.

Let’s look at the Dingbei Hou Jun again.

This army is completely different from the ordinary legion of cultivators.

There was not much spiritual power surge around them. At a glance, they would even think that they were just scattered soldiers and scattered monks composed of ordinary mortals and low-level body-building monks.

However, when they hold a knife and chop people, strands of black air will gush out of their bodies.

The black air carries the power of the Yin Evil. As long as it wraps around the cultivators, the spiritual power in their bodies will be unable to operate.

But they seem to be not afraid of pain.

No matter how many swords are stabbed, they will roar forward.

Their ruthlessness is even more terrifying.

When a long sword was swung out in his hand, a human head rolled down in an instant, or half of his body flew into the air.

And their red eyes, seeing this scene like the purgatory on earth, not only did they not feel unbearable and fearful, but were also filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

Such monsters do not look like orthodox spiritual practitioners.

It's clearly a monster!

This is a real team of demon soldiers!

The screams of ghosts and wolves howling, begging for mercy and cursing in the Demon-Slaying Square.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and it was so strong that it was pungent, and the heart of a strong person sank.

Although they were both hiding in the prehistoric towers, they were not affected.

But looking at the scene outside, my back still felt cold.

How could these people have thought of it?

They thought they were here to join in the fun and come to gloat the demon-slaughtering conference.

In the end, they became their inescapable burial place.

Kong Yuanjiu was angry when he watched the innocent monks being killed one after another.

I wanted to rush out to save people, but after all, I suppressed it.

His eyes turned to Jun Muyan.

The girl's face is like snow, her eyebrows are sparse, and she seems to be indifferent to everything that is happening in front of her.

But the hands resting on their knees were clenched into fists.

The hourglass on the Heavenly Demon Piano flowed silently.

It seems like hope is approaching, or it is like the death talisman falling.

Kong Yuanjiu took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

No, there is not enough time!
Chapter completed!