Chapter 4969 Who Is Our Enemy? (Asking for a Ticket)

He whispered softly: "It hurts... Master, it really hurts... If Master has a next life, I still want to enter the Yin-Yang Sect, and I also want to... become your disciple."

boom--!

Pingxi's body exploded, and even his heart shattered into pieces.

"No, Pingxi!!!"

The elder wanted to fly out, but was pushed to the ground by Si Tiancheng, tears falling on the cold and bloody soil.

At about the same moment, Ma Feihong also showed a bright smile on his face.

"Lord Han Ye, have you forgotten? You said that even if I am in a desperate situation, there will be no rescue!"

"As you said, everything is for the protection of the Dao, and everything is for the final victory!"

"You are our lord, our leader, how can you break your promise and get fat?"

Ma Feihong's face twisted, showing a painful expression.

A flame burst out from his heart.

The fourth-order ghoul found out that a piece of food was missing, and was already furious.

At this time, he was roaring and pounced towards Ma Feihong.

Ma Feihong has completely ignored it.

He just smiled brightly, looked at Han Ye, looked at Ma Zhengyang, looked at his brother in the Imperial Guard, and said word by word: "Lord Han Ye, I hope that if the king and the queen come back, , can you tell them...there is a person in the imperial guards named Ma Feihong, he is a hero, he did not back down, he...was afraid of death...but he did not fall into the extreme...prestige..."

boom--! !

The flesh exploded, annihilating and dissipating in the angry roar of the fourth-order ghoul.

In the end, they are all afraid of pain and death.

But in the end, they didn't even leave a trace of flesh and blood for the ghouls to devour.

Han Ye covered his face and let the tears slip from his fingers.

"Ahhhhh!! Feihong!! Feihong!!"

Ma Zhengyang knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

The elders of the Yin-Yang Sect were also weeping and weeping.

There are also four other dead Xuanxian, their relatives, their friends, all crying.

Ma Zhengyang suddenly stood up from the ground, with red eyes staring fiercely at the people from the Heaven-reaching camp.

"Why?! We are all human beings, all cultivators, all of the same kind!! Why do we have to kill each other!!"

"What camp of the sky-reachers, what camp of guardians? Aren't we all humans?"

Ma Zhengyang suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the ferocious and dense ghouls outside the barrier.

"Don't you still understand? Who is our enemy?!"

"It's a ghoul!! It's the gate of the sky that brings disaster to the sky!! It's the Emperor Beixuan who is trying to open the gate of the sky and use everyone's lives to fulfill his ascension!!"

The sky-reaching area was dead silent.

Some people bowed their heads and did not speak.

Some people have red eyes and look dazed and shocked.

Someone secretly looked at Di Beixuan with a gloomy face.

[Betting on the other side of Huangquan] It has been three days.

The dead are beyond measure.

The sky-reaching camp, the guardian camp, both sides want to win.

But at this moment, Ma Zhengyang's hoarse roar made some people feel at a loss.

What are they fighting over? Take what?

The sky-reacher camp won, can they survive?

Behind the gate of the sky, is it really Taoyuan World?

Time passed a little bit, and the monks in the Tiantong camp were thinking about their own thoughts.

Di Beixuan didn't have any seizures either, but a cruel and sinister sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.