Great Slaughter System

The six of Shen Lang came to the battlefield where the Shinto Sect and the Xuanming Sect and other major forces were fighting. Looking at the two sides with clear banners below, the corners of their mouths slightly curved.

The chaos in the comprehension world was all caused by Shen Lang. Wu Zhongzi and others were killed by him in the death penalty zone, which led to this chaos.

"Feng Qingfeng, the end of your Shinto sect has come, and it's time to pay off the debt you owe us."

A Dujie Patriarch of the Sun Moon Sect stepped forward and shouted loudly.

boom! ! !

A long sword exuding a fierce aura flew out in an instant, and flew towards Feng Qingfeng, cutting the sky.

Feng Qingfeng snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his face, he punched out, the sky and the earth shook, and the sun and the moon dimmed.

Feng Qingfeng was wearing a pair of gloves emitting purple light, and with Feng Qingfeng's punch, the purple light shot up to the sky.

Click! ! !

The long sword of the ancestor who crossed the robbery collided with Feng Qingfeng's fist, and there was a huge roar.

Both of them are in the realm of transcending tribulation, and they are strong men who control the power of heaven and earth. When the two fight against each other, violent fluctuations erupt.

Just as Feng Qingfeng knocked away the long sword of the Dujie Patriarch, another attack appeared.

It was a long knife with monstrous flames. The flames were so high that they burned everything. Wherever the long knife passed, the space was slightly distorted.

Feng Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged, and the purple brilliance above his fists became even brighter, turning into a purple light, enveloping Feng Qingfeng's figure in it.

The red flame collided with the purple mask, and the earth was dry and red for thousands of miles. The scene was very shocking.

The purple light dissipated, and Feng Qingfeng's figure reappeared in front of the world. His body was not injured at all, but the flaming sword that attacked Feng Qingfeng shuddered and flew back backwards.

"Let's go together."

Another patriarch from the tribulation period roared, held a long sword and joined forces with the two patriarchs from the tribulation period who besieged Feng Qingfeng first, and rushed towards Feng Qingfeng.

The four of them fought fiercely in the sky. Feng Qingfeng deserved to be the powerhouse at the pinnacle of crossing the catastrophe. One person fought against three without losing the wind. The purple light soared into the sky, the flames rose, and the sword light flickered, criss-crossing the battlefield.

Following the battle between the four of Feng Qingfeng, people from both sides fought together.

Just when the battle between Shinto School and Xuan Mingzong and other forces began, Shen Lang frowned slightly, and then murmured: "It's interesting."

The figures of Shen Lang and the six slowly dissipated, and they came to the sky above Zhan Tianzong in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the Wuji Sect's civil war was raging, and countless demon monks appeared in the Wuji Sect, chasing and killing the Wuji Sect's disciple.

"Mo Zhantian, I, Zhan Tianzong, are incompatible with you."

A crossing robbery patriarch of the Wuji sect yelled at a man wearing a tight black robe with a devilish aura and a hideous pattern tattooed on his face.

Mo Zhantian grinned ferociously, and the devilish energy in his body became stronger and stronger.

"Haha, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. You righteous people pretend to be decent and keep suppressing my demonic people. Now that old Wu Zhongzi has fallen into the death penalty area, how can I miss this opportunity."

boom! ! !

Mo Zhantian slapped it with a palm, the magic power was so powerful that the sky darkened, and a huge palm composed of demonic energy was slapped, covering the entire Promise Sect.

The Dujie Patriarch of the Zhantianzong let out an angry roar, and his aura rose to the sky. He slapped the mustard seed space bag on his waist with his palm, and a long magic weapon exuding coldness flew out, slashing at the palm composed of the demonic energy of Mo Zhantian.

hum! ! !

The long sword cut through the void, Mo Zhantian's devilish palm was split into two, turned into devilish energy again, and returned to Mozhantian's body.

When Zhan Tianzong was in chaos, Shen Lang's expression changed, and the Taihuang's figure disappeared instantly.

Zhang Wuji fled in embarrassment among the Wuji Sect. He never dreamed that the giant Zhan Tianzong would be broken by the Demon Dao, and he would face the danger of extinction in the blink of an eye.

But the Demon Dao has a large number of people, and there are countless strong people. Zhan Tianzong's power alone can't stop the siege of the Demon Dao. Seeing that things are not good, Zhang Wuji started to run away.

At this moment, a figure flashed before Zhang Wuji's eyes, and the figure of the Taihuang appeared in front of him.

Seeing Taihuang, Zhang Wuji's expression changed. He was too familiar with Taihuang, even if he died, he would not forget it, because it was Taihuang and others who destroyed his Wuji Sect with one hand, and made his hard work go to waste.

The Taihuang looked at Zhang Wuji indifferently, and suddenly stretched out his palm, grabbing towards Zhang Wuji.

Knowing the power of the Taihuang, Zhang Wuji didn't have the heart to resist at all, he feigned a shot, turned around and ran towards the depths of Zhan Tianzong.

Taihuang's palm followed behind Zhang Wuji and came to Zhang Wuji's back in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Wuji saw the Taihuang's palm chasing after him, his expression became ruthless, his body suddenly exploded, and a Nascent Soul, taking advantage of the chaos, turned into a stream of light and fled towards the distance.

The Taihuang snorted coldly, and rushed out like a palm with the power of the sky in the chaotic storm, and grabbed Zhang Wuji's Nascent Soul in his hand. Zhang Wuji's Nascent Soul was a miniature version of Zhang Wuji, struggling and roaring continuously in the Taihuang's palm, but the Taihuang's strength was not something he could resist at all.

Zhang Wuji's struggle was completely useless, Taihuang moved his feet, holding Zhang Wuji's Nascent Soul in his palm, and flew towards Shen Lang.

Along the way, several monks of the demonic way of transformation stopped in front of the Taihuang. The Taihuang's figure did not stop at all, and flew among them.

Zhang Wuji is a person who dares to be cruel to himself. When facing the Taihuang, he resolutely blew himself up, hoping to escape the Taihuang's pursuit. Unfortunately, the Taihuang's strength is too strong. Even if he blew himself up, he did not stop the Taihuang.

Taihuang returned to Shen Lang's side, and released Zhang Wuji's Nascent Soul from his palm.

Shen Lang looked at Zhang Wuji's Nascent Soul with great interest, "Sect Master Zhang, we meet again."

Zhang Wuji's Nascent Soul trembled slightly, he was very scared at this moment, he had been careful all the time to get to this point, but unexpectedly, he still had to face the end of death.

Zhang Wuji's Nascent Soul said tremblingly: "This strong man, I, Zhang Wuji, have blind eyes and offended you. Please let me go. I, Zhang Wuji, am willing to do anything for you."

Shen Lang shook his head slightly, a person like Zhang Wuji is a poisonous snake, it is impossible to raise it well, and there is no need to keep it.

With a wave of Shen Lang's sleeve robe, Zhang Wuji's Nascent Soul was turned into flying ash.

Zhang Wuji's death was just a small episode, and it couldn't cause the slightest disturbance to the chaotic Zhan Tianzong.