Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

After the destruction of the Temple of War Demons, the turmoil in the entire Senluo Continent did not dissipate.

Because there are still a small number of monks who escaped from the Temple of War Demons.

The powerhouses of the three major sects are also chasing and blocking them from behind.

The monks in the entire Senluo Continent know it.

If there is no accident, the Temple of War Demons will definitely be destroyed.

That small group of monks could not escape the siege and interception of the three major sects.

And the fact is exactly as everyone expected.

The small group of monks in the Temple of War Demons were surrounded by all directions and forced to the vicinity of the Dead Sea.

The Dead Sea is the most famous and dangerous place in the Senluo Continent.

In the sky above the Dead Sea, you can't fly, but if you fall into the Dead Sea, no matter how you cultivate to the sky, you will sink completely and never rise up.

Therefore, the Dead Sea can be said to be a dead Jedi in the Senluo continent.

The monks of the three major sects were also very shrewd, deliberately blocking the retreat in all directions, so that the monks in the Temple of War Demons could only flee in the direction of the Dead Sea.

Finally got stuck on a dead end.

...

The Dead Sea, when you look at it, is a dark ocean like ink, and the sea water inside is as deep and rich as ink.

Not far away, a group of bruised monks fled here, looking at the dark ocean in front of them with despair in their eyes.

"It's over, it's really over..."

"The dog thieves of the three major sects are really cunning and forced us to the Dead Sea!"

"I'm fighting the devil, is it really going to be destroyed?"

This group of monks in the Temple of War Demons, each with a sad look in their eyes.

As the strongest forces in the Senluo Continent, wherever they go, they are not majestic and in awe.

As a result, now, it is like a bereaved dog in the same group, driven to a dead end.

Among the group of monks, there was a slender and slender woman in a black gauze skirt, her eyes were covered with black ribbons. It was Yan Fei's younger sister, Yan Qingying.

It stands to reason that Yan Qingying should be extremely sad when her brother died.

But she didn't.

From her snow-white cheeks, there was not a trace of tenderness and sadness.

Yes, just extreme coldness and hatred.

A deep and cold killing intent radiated from Yan Qingying, which made the elders beside him a little surprised.

Yan Qingying knew that crying and grief were useless.

She has only one thought in her mind now, to destroy the three major sects and kill the Fallen Son!

"Hey, Qingying, I'm sorry to change." Several elders shook their heads helplessly.

"As long as there is a chance, as long as Qingying has a chance to survive, I will kill the Fallen Son!" Yan Qingying exuded extreme murderous intent.

This dark killing intent even made several False God realm elders have goosebumps.

The dark aura on Yan Qingying's body was even stronger than that of Yan Fei before.

But when it comes to revenge, the elders shook their heads bitterly.

Now that even they are on the verge of death, there is no chance for revenge.

And at this moment, in the distant heaven and earth, there is a dense sound of breaking wind.

The dense figures came across the border like a swarm of locusts.

It was the coalition led by the three major sects.

In addition to the Zongmen coalition, there were also some spectators from other forces around.

And some geniuses from the fairyland, who are eating melons.

"Hey, it seems that this Son of a Fallen God is determined to get the God-Swallowing Devil Art." An Xianyu Tianjiao shook his head and said.

"Who doesn't want to get it, it's a pity that the Fallen Angel's order is ahead. If we dare to pick peaches halfway, we might even lose our lives." Another Xianyu Tianjiao said helplessly.

"That's right, the Son of the Fallen is not a good person. Anyone who dares to provoke him will kill him if he wants to. With the support of the Palace of the Fallen God, the Son of the Fallen has nothing to fear."

These arrogances from the lower realms of the Immortal Realm originally wanted to find the successor of the Devil Devouring Art, and then get a piece of the pie.

Naihe Son of the Fallen issued an order, anyone who dares to interfere and obstruct him will bear the consequences.

The Son of the Fallen is in the Immortal Realm, but he has a prestigious name, and these Immortal Realm Tianjiao still dare not provoke him.

"This Fallen Angel is too arrogant and domineering, I really hope someone can cure it."

"You think too much, in this lower realm, how many people are qualified to rectify the Fallen Son?"

When the spectators eat melons in these fairyland Tianjiao.

The atmosphere of the entire Dead Sea also became a little heavy and tragic.

Looking at the overwhelming crowd, the monks in the Temple of War Demons clenched their fists one by one.

A tall figure exuding a sacred atmosphere stepped out.

The armor on his body was somewhat broken and stained with blood, and his face looked majestic and upright.

It is the current master of the Temple of War Demons, a strong man in the middle of the saint.

He glanced at the people of the three major sects, and said indifferently: "You three major sects, do you really want to do such a thing?"

A pale old man from Huangquan Valley walked out.

His name is Old Man Huangquan, and he is the owner of Huangquan Valley.

"Our three major sects are also helpless and can only listen to the orders of Lord Fallen Angel."

"Listen to the Fallen God Son's order? Don't you have any intention of destroying my War Demon Palace?" The War Demon Palace Master sneered.

These words made the eyes of Huang Quan and the others flicker secretly.

It is impossible to say that there is no such meaning at all.

The Temple of War Demons has been dominating the Senluo Continent for a long time.

The three major sects, including Huangquangu, naturally felt unhappy in their hearts, and wanted to overthrow the hegemony of the War Demon Temple.

But because of the strength of the Temple of War Demons, he never made up his mind.

And now, the Fallen Angels forced them to deal with the Temple of War Demons, and to a certain extent, it could be regarded as making up their minds for them.

When the Temple of War Demons is eradicated, the three major sects will naturally become the new overlords of Senluo Continent.

If the Fallen Angels were satisfied, they might even give them some rewards.

Immortal Realm Tianjiao's handy reward is enough to make the three major sects stronger.

This is the current thinking of the three major sects.

"Don't talk about gossip, just kill and hand over Yan Fei's sister." Elder Huang Quan didn't want to say more.

The result is already doomed, why bother?

"Hmph, I, the people of the War Demon Hall, would rather die than give in, and fight in blood to the end!" The War Demon Hall Master snorted and shot directly.

Instead of waiting obediently to die, it is better to rise up and resist.

Killing one is not a loss, killing two and earning one.

Next, the war broke out again.

However, this is destined to be a battle without suspense.

The monks in the War Demon Temple finally blew themselves up because they were outnumbered.

Looking at this scene, the melon eaters from the rest of the forces sighed a little.

The Temple of War Demons, ranked first in the Senluo Continent, ended up like this in the end.

And those Tianjiao of the Immortal Realm are calm.

In their eyes, the conquest of the forces of the lower realm is like a confrontation between two groups of ants.

"You're Yan Fei's younger sister, so you can capture it without your hands." The monks from the three major sects discovered Yan Qingying.

Yan Qingying's slender body exudes a dark and cold aura.

And right now.

Suddenly, a holy power burst out in the sky.

A terrifying sword light with a length of thousands of feet split down from the sky.

With one knife, it shattered the sky!