Zhang Daoling's strike against the sky made the army of monks in the outer regions go to dust in an instant Only the Lord remained alive.

The red light in the center of the eyebrows of the red hair youth is shining. Strange runes appear on the body surface. A golden ancient painting floats in front of him to resist the scouring of the black and white light.

"You Who are you, who are you, that you can let this seat lose your birthday! " There was a trace of blood spilling from the corners of the red haired youth's mouth, and his face cried out ferociously. There was a trace of fear in the roar.

He has just passed through the three losses and seven robberies. Compared with other real immortals, Shou yuan was not too much. Now he suddenly finds that his life is one less. How can he not be afraid?

"It's a pity that you can't take your life if you try your best."

After the light converged, Zhang Daoling turned into an original state and sighed for a long time.

Although he was holding the dust, his face was as usual, but his skin was rapidly withered and withered, and his vitality was rapidly weakened, just like the old man who hung the candle in the wind.

In order to display the "life deprivation" in Tianji hexagram, Zhang Daoling not only sacrificed one billion monks of the alliance of protecting the world as a price, but also exhausted his vitality!

Zhang Daoling's idea is very simple. Even if the alliance works hard, it may not be able to surpass the Lord and the monks. It's better to sacrifice the friars of the whole alliance and launch the strongest attack than to make useless fighting.

This will weaken the power of the Lord.

If not, the alliance will have no value and significance.

There are a large number of human friars in the Protection Alliance. If it was before, Zhang Daoling would probably care about the lives of these human friars.

In the past, the reason why he protected the human race was to wait for the savior to appear.

But now, the Savior has appeared, Zhang Daoling does not need to care about the rise and fall of the human race and inheritance, and there is no concept of good and evil in his heart.

Besides the Savior, the lives of other monks are not important to him at all.

"Asshole, asshole! Old man, you've cost me so much life. If you don't bring down thousands of corpses today, you'll drain your soul and refine your soul. I swear that I won't be a demon! "

The red sun's eyes were shining with blood, his mouth was roaring with rage, his armor was spewing with flames, and behind him suddenly appeared thousands of red centipede shadows.

The whole sky has been rendered red, the evil spirit of terror swept the world.

"Death! Die for me

A crazy roar came from Chiyang's mouth. The hundred thousand centipede shadows behind killed Zhang Daoling's old body into powder!

At the moment before his death, Zhang Daoling did not dodge or avoid. He was no longer the enemy of the combination of red and Yang. He simply closed his eyes and pinched his fingers to calculate the last hexagram.

Zhang Daoling's goal has been achieved. Chiyang's destiny has been deprived of one grid by Tianji hexagram, and his strength is bound to be greatly weakened. Next, the ten thousand demon alliance should deal with Chiyang and have some success.

"Water is trapped Not too bad. "

After Zhang Daoling said this in a soft voice, his body collapsed, and his body was completely destroyed by Chiyang, which turned into a primitive black-and-white fragment.

"Is it the spirit of an instrument?"

Chiyang flashed, pinched the black and white pieces flying in the air in his hands, and stared for a while.

This black-and-white fragment is old and old, with mysterious runes engraved on it. I don't know its name, but it looks like the corner of a hexagram plate.

Hold in hand, there is a kind of energy fluctuation that is unclear.

The weakest magic weapon that can produce the spirit is also the top-grade immortal weapon. The thing in front of you is obviously the fragment of the magic weapon. Fragments alone can produce such a powerful spirit, powerful enough to even deprive yourself of the life grid!

Chiyang has never heard of such a powerful piece of magic weapon.

"This is not Fragments of Tianji hexagram disk? "

Red sun eyes flash a fine awn, there is a surprising guess in the brain.

He is the body of the immortals and the descendant of the Seven Saints of Meishan mountain. He has a very high vision. He soon thought that this thing might be a fragment of the broken Tianji hexagram plate?

No one knows the name of Tianji hexagram plate in the real fairy world. This treasure is as famous as "Pangu banner" and "Yuanshen heilian". It is one of the three most valuable treasures in the real fairy world. It is said that Tianji hexagram plate has the wonderful ability of peeping at Tianji and changing life against the sky!

But after the end of the world, no one knows where to go. According to many rumors, Tianji hexagram plate has been broken and will not be preserved.

Chiyang thought that this small piece of debris can take away his own life grid, the power is too amazing!

more importantly, as like as two peas of the ancient times, the shape of the hexagram fragments is exactly the same as those of ancient Chinese characters.

In addition to Tianji hexagram plate, which is against the sky, Chiyang really can't think of anything else that can have this power.

"Hahaha, it seems that this object is really a fragment of Tianji hexagram plate! It's not a waste of life to get such a shocking thing. "

Chiyang pinches the fragments of the Tianji hexagram plate in his palm, and laughs with ecstasy in his mouth. He is in a high mood. All previous depression is gone.

This is the fragment of one of the three most precious treasures in the real fairy world, which is a lot higher than the value of the immortal treasure of the level of silent spirit!

If I can discover some of the abilities of the fragments of the Tianji hexagram plate, I will definitely have a lot to do, and I don't know how to further my cultivation!

For a true immortal of this level, nothing can compare with the progress of cultivation.

"It's the right time! Hum, I don't know what other good things are waiting for us in the ancient spiritual world. " A glimmer of expectation flashed in Chiyang's eyes.

Although all the people he brought were destroyed, Chiyang didn't care.

The so-called holy army is the existence for him to entertain and entertain the world. In his eyes, it's just a group of ants. It's just a group of ants that are a little useful.

Chiyang sat in the void, slightly vomited to refresh his mind, and suppressed the injury caused by Zhang Daoling's just attack.

The plan of slaughtering the three realms continued. Chiyang looked at the reincarnation mountain in front of him, turned his hands and offered a red and gold whip lock, and urged him to start the whip lock.

It's better than Chiyang. In the lower level interface of the ancient spiritual world, the strength will also be suppressed. The cultivation will also be suppressed at the peak of Mahayana.

Of course, this is absolutely different from the ordinary peak of Mahayana. Chiyang, a local immortal of this level, has understood the power of some laws. They only need to make a little use of the power of laws, and with the aid of immortal tools and chaotic spiritual power, they can play far more attacks than the monks at the peak of Mahayana.

The whip lock in Chiyang's hand suddenly emerges the bloody awn, which is mixed with dense golden runes and turned into endless whip shadows. Those whip shadows look like a huge centipede and split into the reincarnation mountain with the power of breaking the sky and the earth.

"Boom!!!"

The earth shaking sound is frightening. The power of the law of reincarnation mountain is torn by the whip lock of Chiyang's hands, which is ferocious and terrifying.