As the saying goes, just out of the wolf's den, he entered the tiger's den.

Zong Yan fought his life and at the expense of Tuowu, he got rid of He Wuhen's pursuit.

However, he unexpectedly, as soon as he saw hope of a successful escape, he ran into the six saints and six thousand southern patrol guards head-on.

Zong Yan was desperate, retreated in panic, and turned around and ran away.

However, just 200,000 miles away, he ran into He Wuhen, who was chasing him.

There are more than 40 murderous emperors behind He Wuhen!

"My grass!"

Zong Yan held a big grass at that time and thought that he was over. Not only would he die, but Tianhuang Pavilion also wanted to perish.

Those who were so stupid that He Wuhen would definitely be chased by the six saints and six thousand southern patrol guards, and they would not be able to escape!

When Zong Yan saw that He Wuhen was 100,000 miles ahead, and six saints were 100,000 miles behind him.

This situation is like a wolf in front and a tiger in the back, and you will die!

His whole face turned black and he quickly turned to the left, hoping to escape.

However, the southern patrol team led by the six great saints was scattered and surrounded in a fan shape.

Even if Zong Yan fought his life, he would never escape the encirclement and would be torn to pieces by thousands of southern patrol guards.

At the moment of life and death, Zong Yan must make a choice.

He died under He Wuhen's sword, or was dismembered by thousands of southern patrol guards. He had to choose one.

"Kill!"

In just one second, Zong Yan made a choice and roared and rushed towards the southern patrol guard on the left.

Instead of facing He Wuhen, who can kill Emperor Yunhuang in one move, he still feels that it is more reliable to make a way out among a group of southern patrol guards.

The leader of the team on the far left is a tall, white robe and a cold-faced young martial arts clan.

The light golden mark on his forehead contained a cold ice aura, and his temperament was very gloomy.

The mount under his feet was an ice dragon that was hundreds of miles long, and it had reached the realm of the Emperor of Heaven.

Looking at Zong Yan who was rushing towards him, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes and he ordered with a blank expression: "Kill him!"

Indeed, Fan Bing, one of the top ten geniuses of the Southern Region and known as the Ice Dragon Sword, is definitely qualified to despise the Heavenly Emperor at the level of Zong Yan.

Hearing Fan Bing's orders, hundreds of southern patrol guards rushed towards Zong Yan, and the light of the Taoist Dharma was flooded with his figure.

Zong Yan was not afraid at all, and used the laws of the great way, rushed into the battle formation without any fear, and killed him.

In just one encounter, four southern patrol guards in the Heavenly Venerable Realm were killed by him with the power of law, and they were in different places.

Another second passed, and he had injured more than 30 southern patrol guards, rushed thousands of miles away, showing his mighty and brave side.

But unfortunately, Zong Yan's brave killing ended here.

The southern patrol guards under Fan Bing were all elite troops, unlike ordinary Tianzun masters.

They cooperated intimately, proficient in the joint attack battle formation, and had killed many powerful Heavenly Emperors.

Zong Yan is no exception.

Hundreds of southern patrol guards besieged him with a joint attack formation. He was like a grasshopper trapped in the quagmire, unable to break free no matter how he jumped.

In just five seconds, Zong Yan fell into a passive state of being beaten.

Fight out a bloody path? Escape from the battle formation smoothly?

That's all luxury and fantasy!

With his current situation, it is only a matter of time before he is besieged and killed.

On the other side, the team of the six saints did not stop and rushed forward.

As he saw that the six thousand southern patrol guards were about to collide with He Wuhen.

He Wuhen was not surprised at all. He seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago and rushed over as usual.

His target was directed at Zong Yan, ignoring the six saints and thousands of southern patrol guards!

The holy sons of various teams, either driving flying magic weapons or riding giant dragons, suddenly fell on him.

"What a arrogant guy!"

"Is this man crazy?"

This thought flashed through everyone's mind, and they used their spiritual sense to explore He Wuhen's background.

One of the saints wearing golden armor, stepping on a giant flaming dragon, ordered to his subordinates: "Stop him!"

More than a hundred southern patrol guards flew out and rushed towards He Wuhen with murderous intent.

Tens of thousands of miles behind He Wuhen, more than forty murderous emperors were stunned on the spot.

Everyone stopped in unison, whispering in terror and despair.

"Oh my God, why are there so many southern patrol guards?"

"Are those of the six saints? Why did they arrive so soon?"

"We were cheated! The Pavilion Master said that the six saints will arrive tonight, and now it is only noon, and they are already here!"

"Damn He Wuhen, this bastard has cheated us again and actually led us to the trap!"

"Damn it, I'm dead now!"

Many emperors were very upset and cursed He Wuhen for being despicable and shameless, and turned around and ran away in a hurry.

However, one of the saints saw the clues and immediately shouted angrily: "These Heavenly Emperors seem to be from Tianhuang Pavilion, kill them!"

The six saints flew out together, left the southern patrol team, and rushed towards the many heavenly emperors with an aurora-like magnificent level.

They had only six people, but they arrogantly and confidently killed more than forty emperors.

This scene is incredible and completely unreasonable.

But what is even more incredible is that more than forty emperors of heaven were so scared that their faces were pale and they retreated and fled in horror.

Unfortunately, they were too slow. The six saints caught up in a blink of an eye and exerted a powerful and powerful law power, blocking the radius of 100,000 miles.

Afterwards, the Holy Sons showed their strengths and used their unique secrets to launch terrifying attacks, pouring down on many heavenly emperors.

The Emperors of Heaven paniced, and launched a fight back in despair and grief to resist the attacks of the Holy Sons.

A melee between the powerful Heavenly Emperors began, which was particularly fierce and thrilling.

In less than ten seconds, more than 5,000 southern patrol guards also caught up and surrounded many heavenly emperors.

The battle became more intense and shocking, and millions of Taoist brilliance and law power filled the sky, appearing brilliant and brilliant.

The violent shock waves formed colorful apertures, which continued to spread around, spreading hundreds of thousands of miles in a radius.

Is this battle a massacre?

The massacre lasted for a full half hour, and the battlefield was more than 100,000 miles away.

Countless southern patrol guards and alien emperors fell, and the blood of the killing stained the sky, the blood gathered into heavy rain, and the white clouds were dyed red.

When the battle ended, none of the forty-eight Heavenly Emperors could escape and all fell on the spot.

Despite their dying struggle and counterattack, they also killed more than 300 southern patrol guards in the Heavenly Venerable Realm.

But this number is really not worth mentioning compared to the 6,000 army.

The battle was finally over and the world returned to peace.

The dazzling light of Taoism disappeared, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

More than 2,000 southern patrol guards stayed to clean the battlefield, counted the number of people, and treated the wounded.

The four saints led more than 3,000 southern patrol guards and continued to rush to the direction of Tianhuang Pavilion to clear away the remaining personnel.

Fan Bing and another saint son riding the flame dragon turned around to check the situation of his subordinates.

The two flew 180,000 miles and arrived at the battlefield before.

But they were shocked to see that the two hundred southern patrol guards left behind were gone.

Originally, Fan Bing left a hundred subordinates and asked them to besiege Zong Yan.

The Holy Son Changsheng, wearing golden armor and riding a giant flame dragon, also left a hundred subordinates to siege and kill He Wuhen.

Now, all two hundred southern patrol guards have disappeared, and He Wuhen and Zong Yan have also disappeared.

"What's going on? Where have people gone?"

Chang Sheng stepped on the flaming dragon, holding a blood-red sword in his hand, releasing his spiritual sense to investigate everywhere.

Fan Bing's face became even more gloomy. After observing for a while, he said, "Did they have moved the battlefield and fought elsewhere?"

Chang Sheng felt it was very likely and said to Fan Bing: "Fan Bing, use the time countercurrent technique to check what happened before."

"good."
To be continued...