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Ouyang Wuxiang had never thought that, as the head of a sect, he would actually be left alone in the field facing four ice-cold iron men. No matter how many disciples he had, no matter how strong he was, he would not be able to get here immediately.

Not to mention that the Nether Sky Sect was also one of the main battlegrounds for the attacks of the demon clan. The other elders and disciples were running for their lives, so how could they be distracted here?

Right now, the only thing he could rely on was the Sect Master.

Ouyang Wugong couldn't help but feel regret. For the death of his own son, he had abandoned his sect and ran all the way here to avenge his son.

If he was still in the sect, he wouldn't have been reduced to such a state.

But there were all sorts of medicines in this world, and there was no medicine for regret. Thus, Ouyang Wuxiang had no choice but to go all out.

As the head of a sect, he still had quite a few treasures on him.

As Zou Tie Zhu and company controlled the machine and rushed towards Ouyang Zongheng, he immediately donned a set of purple gold divine armor to increase his defensive capabilities.

Then, just as the four chariots were about to collide with him, he leaped and jumped out of the encirclement of the four chariots.

Hu, Zou Tie Zhu's reaction was the fastest. Just as Ouyang Wutai jumped up, his chariot arm smashed down towards Ouyang Zongheng.

As soon as Ouyang Zou landed on the ground, Zou Tie Zhu's war chariot arm smashed onto his back with a bang, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

"Pfft." Ouyang Wenzhou spat out a mouthful of blood, and rolled a few times on the ground before he finally stood up.

"Damn." Ouyang Wu wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and released another flying ship.

After using the Nihility God Axe, Ouyang Zongheng had a cultivation level of at most Cyan Rank. How could he still dare to continue battling?

The four chariots were still unrelenting and they quickly caught up.

A flying ship was flying in front, followed by four armored chariots. If someone was watching this scene, they would definitely be amazed.

"Damn it! I'll settle this debt with you when I get back to the sect!" Ouyang Wenzhou immediately consumed a pill to replenish his soul power and adjusted his breathing. In an instant, his cultivation base was restored by a bit.

Hearing the creaking sounds of the Slaughter Immortal Chariot behind him, Ouyang Wuxiang's expression changed as he turned around to look behind him.

Fortunately, the war chariot could only run on the ground and couldn't fly in the sky. Moreover, the energy cannons of the war chariot had to be in a static state in order to replenish itself, so if it continued to move, its energy source would be constantly consumed. There was no way for it to activate the energy cannons.

Therefore, Ouyang Zongheng was not worried at all. The four cars would suddenly open fire and blast him out.

"Watch me." Seeing that the distance between them was less than a hundred meters, Zou Tie Zhu fiercely pressed the jump button on the Immortal Slaughtering Carriage. With a loud rumble, the entire big fellow jumped up from the ground and shot towards Ouyang Zongheng's flying ship like a cannonball.

"Bastard." Ouyang Shuo cursed, and quickly used all his energy to raise the flying ship even higher, just enough for Zou Tie Zhu's chariot to jump over the bottom of the flying ship.

With a rumble, Zou Tie Zhu's chariot fell from the sky and smashed into the ground, creating a deep crater in the ground. In an instant, a cloud of dust shot up into the sky, covering Zou Tie Zhu and the chariot's figure within.

"Whew." Ouyang Wudang couldn't help but scold again, "He's so f * cking crazy …"

Before Ouyang Zongheng could finish his sentence, a purple crystal energy cannon suddenly shot out from the dust cloud, hitting Ouyang Zongheng's flying boat.

"Ah!" Ouyang Wuxiang let out a strange cry as he jumped off the flying ship the moment the flying ship exploded.

Descending from hundreds of meters in the air was not a problem for the normally calm Ouyang Wenzhou, but he had lost a great deal of soul power and was also injured. He could only rely on treasures to slow his descent.

A treasure in the shape of a large leaf supported Ouyang Zongheng's body, stopping him in mid-air.

Whew, a piercing sound of wind breaking could be heard in Ouyang Zongheng's ears as he turned around to take a look, and his expression suddenly changed.

Another chariot leaped at him.

It was already too late for Ouyang Wuzhi to dodge. Peng! His body was sent flying several hundred meters away like a cannonball. Then, he fell from the sky like a broken kite.

The four chariots quickly encircled him, and with their four mechanical arms stretched out, they slammed into the four limbs of Ouyang Zongheng, who had yet to react.

"Ah!" His four limbs had been smashed into pieces by the four chariots. The heart-wrenching pain caused Ouyang Wenzhou to scream out miserably, before fainting on the spot.

With a hum, Zou Tie Zhu's chariot shot out a ball of purple light, and like a rope, it wrapped around Ouyang Jue's body, pulling him into the chariot.

The poor sect head of the Netherworld Sect, Ouyang Zongheng, was taken captive by Zou Tie Zhu and brought back to Xi He City by Zou Tie Zhu.

"Tsk tsk, these subordinates of Seventh Brother aren't bad. They don't even need our help to deal with Ouyang Zongheng." At the place where Zou Tie-zhu had just left, an elegant young master had suddenly appeared.

He waved his fan, appearing calm and unperturbed. His appearance was harmless and gentle, and it was unknown just how many girls and young women he was going to mesmerize to death.

Another gloomy-faced guy chuckled, "Yes, especially that guy who just fired a shot. I really like him. Haha, the moment he landed, he took advantage of the cover of dust to quickly change into another war chariot that could fire cannonballs. Such insidious methods, it's really worth it, haha."

"If it were me, I would be fooled too. This guy actually has two chariots. If I'm not mistaken, that chariot should be Marshal Zou's God-Slaying Chariot. I didn't expect Seventh Brother to be so proficient in magical treasures."

"Enough, enough. Third Brother, Fifth Brother, you don't need to blow Seventh Brother up there. We better guard this place and wait to deal with Yue Xia Nan." The other bearded man moaned sullenly, "If Yue Xia Nan escaped, who knows how Master would punish us."

This man with a full beard seemed crude and lacking in thought, but his small eyes flashed with an extremely crafty light, revealing his true nature without reservation.

The other two bewitching women pursed their lips and laughed, looking extremely charming and charming. "Eldest senior brother is so jealous and envious, haha."

"Go, second brother, fourth brother, continue talking nonsense. Be careful of eldest senior brother. I will strip you of your clothes and deal with you on the spot." The bearded man glared at the two women. His undisguised lust showed that he was not just talking.

Those two bewitching women didn't mind, but the one called number two giggled and said, "If you want to do that, we won't look for you. If you want to do that, then look for number seven, haha."

The bearded man grunted and shouted, "Hide yourself quickly and run away from Yue Xiannan. Let's see how Master punishes you two little demoness."

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll listen to eldest senior brother. Hehe." The five of them quickly disappeared with the sound of Fourth Bro's delicate laughter.

The battle on the battlefield in Xihe City continued on. A hundred thousand Xihe City mercenaries and eighty thousand God Soul Masters clashed against each other. It could be said that the future generations of soldiers would collide with Earth.

The soul masters had already given up all hope. It was because of this despair that they had become as crazy as the soul masters.

With a few "puchi" sounds, a Soul Master was stabbed in the chest and back by three or four West River City mercenaries. The swords and sabers all came from another direction and he knew that it would be hard for him to escape death.

A green light flashed, and with a rumble, a powerful soul power exploded within a circumference of several hundred meters.

The three to four Western River City mercenaries near him were naturally blown to pieces. The ones close to them were also blown to pieces, with serious injuries. Only the ones slightly further away were slightly injured.

Even so, it was as if the people on both sides didn't know whether they were dead or alive as they charged towards the enemy that was just seriously injured by the explosion.

Poof * * Poof * The heavily injured fellows didn't even have time to catch their breath before they were killed in one blow by the enemy.

This kind of situation could be seen everywhere on the battlefield. The number of casualties on both sides was rising at an incalculable rate, but the shouts and cries of battle still rang incessantly, not weakening at all due to the deaths …

Wang Wen Zhan and Nangong Yu Zhi were the two most outstanding disciples of the Divine Soul Sect. Their reputations were quite high, but there was basically no chance for them to fight. Thus, they were unable to determine who was the better one.

Now was precisely the time when the two of them were at a stalemate.

The Ksitigarbha School mainly focused on training the body. Wang Wenzhan was a Cyan Rank soul master, and his body was equivalent to a Cyan Rank offensive and defensive magic treasure.

Last time, Ling Xiao had exchanged hands with a disciple of the Ksitigarbha School, and had suffered a loss due to being caught unprepared. However, Nangong Yuzhan knew the depths of the Ksitigarbha Sect, so it was impossible for Wang Wenzhan to attack him.

Thus, the battle between these two people was undoubtedly better than anyone else's.

Whoosh! Wang Wenzhan's arm suddenly stretched out and quickly smashed into the center of Nangong Yuzhi's chest.

Nangong Yu was naturally prepared. She quickly threw out a Cyan Rank Talisman paper, which turned into a green shield, blocking Wang Wenzhan's extended fist.

Wang Wenzhan naturally did not think of taking care of Nangong Yuzhi with a single move. As he punched out, his other hand also swung out with a loud swooshing sound, forming a semicircular arc and smashing towards Nangong Yuzhi's head from the other side.

Nangong Yuzhi gave a cold snort, "An attack of this level is simply a piece of cake, you dare bring it out to make a fool of yourself."

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