From the beginning of the flood to the heavens and the world

Chapter 1519 Now that you have done it, you must pay the price!

On a plain, the ground is full of potholes, and at a glance, stumps and broken arms can be seen everywhere.

The smell of blood filled the whole world, and it floated into the distance. There were corpses lying here and there everywhere on the ground. Seeping into the soil, it glowed a black and red color, and the bloody smell in the air became more intense.

The sky was overcast and hazy, blood flowed like rivers on the vast land, corpses were strewn all over the field, stumped limbs and broken arms were everywhere, and there were unyielding heads rolling around the corners. The monks who died in battle were still staring at him with unwilling eyes. In the corner of the sky, there was a strong smell of blood in the air. Various magic weapons such as spears and sharp swords were broken and broken, half hidden between the dirt and bones, and shone with a faint luster in the dim light of the sky.

"kill!"

But the killing still didn't stop, shouts full of murderous intent, and countless roars resounded through the heaven and earth.

The entire sky was filled with sword lights, and each piece of magic weapon was constantly bombarded with this huge power.

Every second, someone will be killed by the bombardment and fall from the sky!

One side was dressed strangely and had a strong body. The ordinary magic weapon bombarded them, which did not hurt them, but repelled them slightly.

The other party is also driving the magic weapon, the spiritual weapon, and the huge spiritual power emanates from them, constantly inputting spiritual power into the magic weapon.

"Why are the physical bodies of these people from the Western Regions so powerful? Ordinary Golden Core Stages can't break through their physical defenses at all!"

A monk couldn't help but cursed angrily.

But he was not slow in his hands. With one move of his hand, a flying sword flew in mid-air quickly, pierced through several strong men from the Western Regions, and then returned to his side again.

"Now is not the time to worry about these, save your energy and kill a few more!"

The cultivator at the side held the long spear and shot it out with force, instantly piercing the surrounding Western Regions people, and then replied.

After speaking, he rushed towards the crowd again.

"hateful!"

Seeing this, the cultivator who drove the flying sword couldn't help cursing angrily, and then rushed over.

Not only this place, but many such things happened on the entire battlefield.

The monks in the Central Plains felt that the monks in the Western Regions were physically strong, but the Western Regions were not the same. They felt that the monks in the Central Plains were too flexible. Sometimes they were obviously not as good as them, but they couldn't catch up, let alone beat each other.

What's more, those magical treasures and spiritual weapons that emerged one after another are even more hated.

Even for those low-level monks, their magic weapon can't break through their flesh, but it still makes them feel pain, and harass them very annoying.

And at this moment, several streamers of light flew towards here from the edge of the sky quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the sky above the battlefield.

Seeing this tragic scene, the expressions of the people who had just arrived also changed slightly.

"Fellow daoists, let's hurry up, before a second is too late, a fellow daoist will fall!"

It was a woman who spoke. The woman was dressed in fluttering white clothes. At a glance, she was only in her twenties, but her eyes were full of vicissitudes.

Her appearance was incomparably beautiful, and the description of "overwhelming country and city" is purely superfluous, but the vicissitudes in her eyes not only did not destroy her beauty, but instead gave her a different aura.

"good!"

Hearing the woman's words, those figures also nodded slightly.

After finishing speaking, several people moved their hands one after another, and with a wave of their hands, terrifying auras shot out from their hands and shot towards the crowd not far away.

These terrifying spiritual powers seemed to have eyes. The moment they rushed over, they avoided the monks in the Central Plains and rushed towards the monks in the Western Regions.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In just a few seconds, these few powerful men who had just arrived wiped out more than half of the monks in the Western Regions with a single blow.

"That is………………?"

"That's Fairy Yunmiao!"

"There is also Mingguang Patriarch of the Cangqiong Sect!"

"The ancestor of the Ghost King Sect is here too!"

"These are all the existence of the Nine Tribulations Loose Immortals. Could it be that our top combat power in the Central Plains has defeated them?"

"It must be, otherwise Fairy Yunmiao and the ancestors of the top powers would not have come here."

"Fellow daoists, kill me, kill these bastards from the Western Regions, this time it is our Central Plains victory!"

At this time, the Central Plains cultivators in the battlefield also discovered these powerful men who had just arrived, and after recognizing their identities, they couldn't help but exclaimed excitedly!

That's right, the few people who have just arrived are Fairy Yunmiao and the ancestors of the top powers.

Each of them is the land of the Nine Tribulations Loose Immortals. To deal with them, they only have the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, the Fusion Stage, or even the First and Second Tribulations Loose Immortals. It is not too simple.

And with their arrival, doesn't that mean that they have defeated the top monks of the Western Regions themselves, and now they are taking empty shots to deal with the remaining Western Regions monks.

This is undoubtedly telling the monks on the battlefield that they have won, how can this not make these Central Plains monks excited.

The monks in the Western Regions couldn't believe it, but the facts were right in front of them. Whether they accepted it or not, they were facts.

The monks from the Western Regions looked at Fairy Yunmiao and the others with despair. At this moment, they no longer expected to escape, because they knew that there was no possibility for them to escape in front of these Nine Tribulations Loose Immortals. The only hope is that the other party can let them know the joy later.

"Fake, all of this is fake!"

But there were still some people who didn't want to believe it. They immediately broke down and roared, and then rushed in the direction of Fairy Yunmiao and the others.

But with his cultivation base, he was like an ant in the eyes of Fairy Yunmiao and the others, how could he shake the elephant.

The ancestor of the Ghost King Sect glanced at these people, then waved his hand, and instantly a powerful aura pierced through his body, directly crushing these Western Region monks who rushed over by them!

"Boom!"

As the sound of explosions spread, the monks in the Western Regions completely wiped out the luck in their hearts.

I saw them put down their weapons one after another, and then fell to their knees on the ground.

They never thought that before the invasion of the Central Plains, they were [-]% sure, but how could it become like this now?
What happened to the top powerhouses of their Western Regions?Why did you lose?
Seeing the kneeling monks from the Western Regions, Fairy Yunmiao and the others didn't change at all, they remained calm, and there was no trace of pity in their eyes.

Because they know that this is the world of comprehension. Once they lose, they will also face the fate of being slaughtered, even worse than this.

"This is your choice. Since you dare to invade the Central Plains, you must be prepared to pay the price of falling."

At this time, the ancestor of Ghost King Zong looked at the group of Western Region monks and muttered to himself.

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and suddenly a black light shot out from his hand. The moment it flew out, this black light split into countless smaller black lights, and then gave the rest of the Western Region monks pierced.

(End of this chapter)