Chapter 947 They--

The real world of Daochen.

A war that shocked the whole real world, so that both the Pluto true world and the yin sage true world paid attention to, was extremely tragic just from the beginning.

This is a battle. In the whole Taoist real world, almost all ethnic groups have united to fight against the Daochen Sect!

It can be said that for Dao Chenzong, they were besieged on all sides. In the face of this rebellion that was somehow connected by the immortals, they were a little caught off guard at the beginning.

However, the strength of Dao Chenzong can control a true world with one, which is by no means idle. After resisting the first wave of attacks known as the Immortal Alliance, it launched a fierce counterattack.

The whole real world, on the battlefield, roaring and roaring in the sky. During this period, it is the strongest sound of the Taoist real world. The collapse of the Xiuzhen star and a large number of deaths make the bloody breath seem to permeate every corner of the Taoist real world.

Within the immortal clan, there is a sect called Baihuā Sect. The people of this sect are all handsome. In the world of the immortal clan, they belong to a small sect.

Seven hundred years ago, a man came to this sect, a gentle and elegant person. He always liked to let the sun shine on his side face, always liked to play with those huāhu grass, and always liked... with those female disciples in the sect, blooming ambiguity.

Seven hundred years ago, he was an entry-level disciple of this sect. Seven hundred years later, he became a core disciple, but he still maintained that personality, which made people like it, helpless and jealous.

Of course, most of this jealousy comes from men.

His name is Huā Yanyue.

A man named Huā.

"Mooner..." In the mountain gate of Baihuāzong, in a huā garden, a woman's helpless voice floated out from afar.

"Please call me second brother..." The man in a white gown with long hair stood in the sun and looked at the mature woman in front of him with a smile.

"I'm your master..." The woman sighed.

"But seven hundred years ago, you were my junior sister." The man shook his head, walked to the woman's side, and gently helped her pull up her long hair blown by the wind.

"As you said before, the Immortal Alliance went to war with Dao Chenzong... I also organized many small sects according to your requirements... Although the time of 700 years is not much, it is enough for 39 sects to become an affiliate of my Baihuā sect." The woman lowered her head, did not resist the man's movements, and opened her mouth softly.

"So... have my quota been determined for the boat to the land of Shenyuan?" The man blew in the woman's ear and whispered.

"I'm not sure for the time being..." The woman subconsciously stepped back.

"It's okay, but those Taoist Chenzong who guarded the divine source should have been recalled." The man smiled.

"Why do you have to go to the ruins of the divine source? It's a prison..." The woman raised her head and asked puzzled.

The man shook his head and looked at the sky without saying anything.

In the bottom of his heart, there is a word that he can't say with the woman in front of him.

"Because there is my little brother..."

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Daochen Zhenjie, within the scope of the immortal clan, there is a Tianwu ethnic group. In the star domain of this ethnic group, there is a huge sect. From the outside, this sect is composed of countless swords, floating in the starry sky and surrounding a Xiuzhen star.

Above this star, there is an extremely distinct building. It is a sword. The part exposed is a sword of more than 100,000 feet. It penetrates this star. At the tip of the sword, there are also more than 100,000 feet. From afar, this star, this sword, attracts the world's attention.

On this Xiuzhen Star, there are 300 monks in black robes sitting cross-legged around the sword. These monks are covered with robes one by one and do not move, but there is a huge evil spirit brewing on them, as if once they stand up, they can make the world change color and let the wind and clouds rise.

Anyone's cultivation is like the middle of the realm, and it can even be clearly felt that there is still a seal in their [body]. If the seal is opened, I don't know what kind of chantness will burst out.

Don...Don...Don...Don...

The sound of drums suddenly echoed around. With the sound of drums, the three hundred monks here slowly raised their heads one by one.

Their eyes were all condensed at the tip of the sword surrounded by them. Although it was blurred, there was a picture in their minds.

In the picture, there is a figure sitting cross-legged in the sky, like the tip of the sword like a starry sky. There is a big drum in front of the figure, and the sound of the drum is hit by the man's right hand on it.

This figure... has no head!

He is naked, with his breasts for his eyes, his navel for his mouth, a several-foot tomahawk in his left hand, clenched his fist in his right hand, and was bombarding the drum.

He, who is called a criminal by this clan!

He joined this sect seven hundred years ago. For seven hundred years, the speed of his cultivation has shocked everyone, but what is even more unbelievable is the fighting spirit of this person.

This strong fighting spirit makes this person's evil spirit strong. Just a glance is enough to make people feel like they are in the yellow spring of hell. This is the body of heaven recognized by all the monks of this sect.

When the drums sounded like thunder and roared, he stood up without a head. His tall body, at the moment he stood up, the sky and the earth faded and roared endlessly.

Lightning roared in the sky, and the electric light reflected the earth while intertwined into a huge face in the sky.

"Tian Wu!" A muffled low roar roared from the headless man [body], and the sound exploded in all directions, covering up the thunder.

"You promised me that as long as I join your Tianwu clan, you will carry out the magic skill and send it to my divine land!" When the big man roared and echoed, the three hundred people under the sword stood up together, and an indescribable evil spirit burst out on their bodies. The strength of the evil spirit made the breath of three hundred people connected together, making a strong impact around the sword. The impact rolled in all directions and permeated the whole repair. True star.

Looking around, the real star is surrounded by fog. This fog is composed of evil spirits. It is the illusion of the luck of heaven and earth after being dispersed from this moment. What's more, there are countless wronged souls in this fog. These wronged souls have men and women, fierce beasts and monks. They are roaring sadly.

"For seven hundred years, I have killed one billion people for your Tianwu clan..." When the big man on the tip of the sword said this sentence, the illusory ghosts surrounding the whole Xiuzhen star, and the sad voice was stronger. They... were the souls of one billion people killed by the big man.

"When will you... send me to Shenyuan!" There was a loud roar from the big man.

At the moment when the roar came out, all the 300 standing figures on the ground raised their heads, and the enshocking roar came out in unison.

"When will you send me to Shenyuan!!" This is the roar of the three hundred people. In this roar, the robes of their heads were blown away by the wind, revealing... The heads without hair, and the marks on them full of the smell of the witch. These three hundred people are exactly... the soul of Jiuli!

"At the end of the battle with Daochenzong, I will personally send you to the ruins of Shenyuan to help you find your brother. If I go against this, let the Tianwu clan inherit the vicissitudes of the clan!" The face of lightning in the sky, after a moment of silence, looked into the eyes of the big man, with a trace of deep admiration and respect, and the words came out in a low voice.

"Okay..." The headless man on the tip of the sword opened his mouth sullenly.

"Jiu Li Zhishi, we... fight!!"

"Battle!!" In response to him were the three hundred people on the earth, roaring, and the huge sound waves of the shaking sky and lightning.

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"Kill!!"

"How do you breed your mother's dog? If you dare to sneak up on me, I'll bite you to death!" On the battlefield of the alliance between Daochenzong and the immortals, the roar echoed, and all the Daochen monks in the area looked at a big man surrounded by them in a horribly.

This big man is more than three people tall, his whole body is extremely thick, and his strength is infinite. A tiger skin makes people look at it from afar, like a tiger-shaped beast, and it seems to be transformed by a tiger essence.

At this moment, he was biting on a young monk who was caught by his right hand. In the man's miserable scream, he directly tore off a layer of flesh and blood, and his mouth was full of blood. He looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I don't need to dream. His grandmother can kill you one by one, and dare to sneak up on me. I'm really in a hurry. I'll take you to dream!" The monk in the hand of the big man roared and rushed to the people of Daochen Sect.

It's okay if he is just a reckless person, but at his feet, as he goes forward, one array after another constantly appears. Under the superposition of these formations, he has continuous magic power around him and more light curtain protection, which makes it difficult for people to fight.

"Damn it, it's this person again. What's the origin of this guy? He looks like a fool, but I've never seen a stupid person with such a formation!"

"This man's formation... has been materialized, how to surround and kill!!"

A moment later, the Daochen monks in this small area, one by one, retreated and left quickly one after another in grievance. Their departure made the people of the fairy alliance here laugh one by one.

"How many tiger friends have you killed this time?"

"Yes, tiger Taoist friends rush out to attract a group every time. This time I'll forget it. There must be twelve people." The appearance of about dozens of people in the fairy alliance around him was looking at the big man with a smile.

The big man in tiger skin looked proud. He took out a jar of wine directly from his arms, took a big sip, and roared loudly.

"I killed fourteen!" He raised the wine and took another sip. When he put it down, he was about to open his mouth proudly. Suddenly, his body shook and his eyes suddenly looked at a figure in the distance.

It was a man in a black gown with long hair and a long gun on his back. It was a monk who was not tall, but very straight. The big man took a sudden step and grabbed the monk's shoulder. When the monk turned his head, he showed a frightened face.

"Tiger...Tiger, what's the matter?"

"Get out of here, don't wear black clothes in front of me in the future, don't have such long hair, don't use a gun!" In the roar of the big man, he pushed the monk away and drank again, but no one saw him. Looking up, there was not only wine, but also tears in his mouth.

"Little brother... Are you doing well in the ruins of Shenyuan... Huzi misses you..."