Upon hearing this, several of the main hall masters of Zhengyang Sect came from all directions, with their faces ferocious.

However, many figures also rushed out from the four-way coalition forces, helping Yang Zhen block the main hall masters of Zhengyang.

They saw it thoroughly. Now Zhengyang Sect, Yang Zhen’s prestige is not inferior to Ji Ningshuang. With him as lobbyists, he will have twice the result with half the effort. Protecting him well is of great significance.

"Commander, we..." Too many people looked at Yang Zhen, and their expressions were still confused. I wonder if I should listen to the head of the sect, Cheng Kun, or the commander Yang Zhen.

"The three sects were originally a family, so why did they surrender to the enemy and rebel against the sect?" Yang Zhen's voice was thick and sonorous. "We cultivators should be open-minded. We can die in battle, but we will never join those who blasphemed our ancestors and the undead."

As soon as these words were spoken, too many people from Zhengyang Sect fell into silence.

They could see clearly what happened before. The so-called Dharma Wheel King summoned them all. Several ancestors had once held the young ones, but now they have been refined into murderous weapons. This is the undead who plays with the dead naked, and no one can tolerate it.

Of course, this is just one of the reasons.

As for the others, the most important thing is that too many people feel tired. Since the Xuanzong of the Great Chu has split to the present, the three sects have been fighting for years, and they have also become tired. They are of the same roots, so why bother to fight each other?

Compared to Cheng Kun, the ruler of Zhengyang Sect, they were more willing to believe in Ye Chen, otherwise their saint would not surrender to them, otherwise so many terrifying forces would not unite because of him.

I surrender!

In the silence, an elderly man slowly walked behind Yang Zhen.

His surrender instantly caused a chain reaction at the scene, and many figures came to Yang Zhen, with more than imagined.

"You...you..." Seeing that more and more people gathered behind Yang Zhen, Cheng Kun's face suddenly became ferocious.

"Cheng Kun, your opponent is me." Yang Dingtian's voice was sonorous, his attack was fierce, and his magical powers were domineering.

"Kill!" Cheng Kun was furious and stopped guarding Yang Zhen. He tried his best to fight Yang Dingtian on Xutian.

The war was very fierce, but because of Yang Zhen and Ji Ningshuang, the combat power of Zhengyang Sect was sharply reduced. They were already at a disadvantage and were suppressed by the allied forces in the four sides, and people died every second.

Bang! Boom! Boom! Boom!

On this side, two figures flew back and forth on the blood-red earth, which was also a shocking battle. When you look closely, it was Liu Yi and Hua Yun.

Not far away, Nie Feng faced Han Jun, the third true teaching of Zhengyang Sect, and Nangong Yue faced Bai Yi, the fourth true teaching of Zhenyang Sect. Other true teaching disciples of Hengyue Sect also found their respective opponents.

However, it is worth mentioning that neither Liu Yi, Nie Feng nor Nangong Yue have absolute advantages.

There is a reason for this, because Liu Yi and the others have been forced to open the Dan Sea and the Divine Sea by Ye Chen. In a sense, Hua Yun and them are no longer on the same level.

This scene is really touching.

In the past, they were all in their prime, and the three major competitions were in full swing.

Now, we meet again on the battlefield.

puff!

As Liu Yi slashed out with a sword, Hua Yun flew out and fell into a pool of blood.

Zheng!

When Hua Yun staggered up, Liu Yi's sword was less than an inch from his eyebrows.

However, Liu Yi did not take any action, and he was fixed on his own just inch.

The picture was frozen at this moment. One of them was the descendant of Guanglong, the founder of Zhengyang, and the other was the descendant of Yuji, Hengyue. Guanglong and Yuji are brothers of life and death, but their descendants are mortal enemies on the battlefield.

This should be a satire, but the satire is not who is weak and who is strong, but the cruelty of the war and the decline of the world.

"Kill me." Hua Yun's arms fell weakly, letting blood flow down his arms. His hair was bleak, bloody and deep eyes were full of dim light.

He had given up his resistance, seemed to have no attachment to life, and life and death seemed to have no meaning to him.

He is a descendant of Guanglong, the true teachings of Zhengyang Sect, and he gathers all kinds of favors. He is the pride of heaven, and he has his own pride, his own great ambitions and great wishes. He also hopes that he will be as famous as his ancestors.

However, when he saw his ancestors being sacrificed as murderous puppets, he was disappointed and disappointed with the sect that he swore to be loyal to. It turned out that his ambitions and mind were a huge joke in this turbid world.

Seeing Hua Yun like this, Liu Yi did not wave the killing sword after all.

He couldn't say he hated Hua Yun. In the three major competitions, he only thought Hua Yun was young and ignorant, and it was not that they were dying.

Zheng!

With the sound of the killing sword, he had turned slightly, and only a leisurely word came back, "You and my ancestors are all famous strong men. As their descendants, that is our glory."

Upon hearing this, Hua Yun's body trembled, smiling very sadly, his eyes were filled with blood and tears, and he knelt down weakly in the bloody wind.

Liu Yi is kind, and Nie Feng and others did not take any action. War allowed them to meet on the battlefield, but it did not absolutely mean that they would never die. Sometimes, the kindness in a thought changed a person's life.

However, this war did not end with Liu Yi and the others' kindness.

The war was still fierce, much more violent than I thought. Within a radius of hundreds of miles, corpses were everywhere, and blood stained the void and the earth.

Although too many people in Zhengyang Sect surrendered with the efforts of Yang Zhen and Ji Ningshuang, the combat power of Zhengyang Sect and the combat power of the Yinming Army are still strong, and it is difficult to lose in a short period of time.

Looking at the sky from afar, the ethereal and illusory were covered by the rolling black ocean of clouds. Under the black ocean of clouds, there was still a thunder gathering in the sea of ​​thunder, and Ye Chen was in the sea of ​​thunder.

This time, the thunder tribulation was really weaker than the last time. The sea of ​​thunder was like spiritual liquid in front of him, pursing his holy body, and he was like a dragon, swimming in the sea of ​​thunder.

"I said Mr. Long, this makes me feel a little uncomfortable!" Ye Chen stopped at some point, wiped out a ray of thunder with one hand, and looked at the ancient dragon of Taixu in the sea of ​​divine confusion.

Taixu Ancient Dragon did not answer, but looked at the illusory with his eyes narrowed slightly.

"In the past, when I passed the tribulation, I only had half my life left. This time the thunder tribulation was too... too weak!" Ye Chen continued, "I'm really not used to it if I didn't get struck by the thunder tribulation."

However, as soon as his words fell, the misty sky trembled.

Buzz!

Then, there was a harsh buzzing sound.

When he saw it, he saw the dark clouds, which were rolling and surging like the ocean. During this period, lightning and thunder were roaring, and thunder were flying like a swimming snake, and then gathered together very close.

Subconsciously, Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and realized that it was lightning that gathered into a blurred figure.

Zheng!

Immediately, a hot and unparalleled divine light shot out, with a very fast speed that made him unable to react, so that his powerful holy body was penetrated.

Depend on!

Ye Chen's mouth was bleeding and he quickly retreated. The Tianque Sword appeared in his hand instantly, staring in that direction, "Is this also part of the divine punishment of the heavenly tribulation? Why is there a human-shaped divine punishment?"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Xutian trembled, and the banging sound was slow and rhythmic. Listen carefully. It was the sound of people walking, maybe because of their heavy steps, and Xutian was rumbling.

"That...that's..." Seeing the figure of the thunder gathering, the Taixu Ancient Dragon in Ye Chen's divine sea showed an incredible look.

"That...that's..." Not only Taixu Ancient Dragon, but also the ones fighting on the battlefield at this moment, whether it was Hengyue Zhenren, Yang Dingtian, Chu Ling'er, Dongfang Yuling and Liu Yi, when they saw the person gathering with thunder, their faces changed at the same time.

"This...this..." Looking at Ye Chen again, when he saw the man's true appearance, he took a step back, and there was also an incredible look in his eyes.
Chapter completed!