Chapter 302: Realm Marshal Baili Zhonghu

Boom!

At this moment, a flash of blood flashed behind him, and Huishou, who was in the late Jindan stage, showed a bloodthirsty smile, and a strong feeling of hatred spread out. He finally caught these creatures.

He raised his palm, and the dirty blood in his body flowed out, transforming into a long spear. When he was about to urge it, he suddenly stopped!

Huishou suddenly raised his head and looked at the black mountain, and even let out a scream, and slowly retreated.

Everyone's pupils shrank. What's going on? !

They turned their heads and looked at the black mountain carefully. A feeling that was enough to scare people's souls came. That was not the black mountain of the boundary battlefield... It was a mountain of corpses!

"No, no... Maybe."

"Hehe... Hehe."

"Huang Shao... Huishou... Will Huishou kill each other?"

"Xin Qing... Look, even Huishou is afraid..."

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The lips of more than a dozen cultivators were trembling, as if they had seen the most terrifying taboo in the world, which was more difficult to accept than death.

Jindan Huishou retreated to the end with trembling hands, and turned around and fled!

Whoosh!

A stream of light shot from the top of the mountain, piercing through the space, and instantly reached Huishou. The latter screamed miserably, and blood flew across the sky. He was killed directly, and he couldn't even resist.

They narrowed their eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a figure standing on the top of the mountain. The stream of light with terrifying magic power came from there.

"Greetings, senior!"

"Greetings, senior!!!"

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In an instant, everyone reacted, and hurriedly bowed and saluted, and some even knelt down with their legs weak. This was their Dali cultivator!

Drops of cold sweat fell on the black soil, and they didn't dare to raise their heads for a long time.

"It's okay."

A huge and indifferent voice sounded, and everyone was like a spring breeze, and was dragged far away by an irresistible magic power.

Huang Shao and Dai Xinqing quickly evaporated the cold sweat, and they survived the disaster again. God really favored them.

Everyone bowed respectfully again, and then hurriedly left the place.

On the top of the mountain.

"Brother Xun, after the news spreads, will anyone come to pick us up?"

"Of course, just wait. The Baili clan is different from ordinary cultivators, and no one in Dali can catch us."

"Moo~"

The big black bull nodded heavily. There are human armies on the banks of the Tianhe River, so it is better not to go deep into the tiger's den.

Chen Xun smiled lightly. Only by showing strength can this world of cultivation pay attention to human relations. Otherwise, why would others care about you, an unknown junior.

They continued to kill the evil life, while practicing, waiting for the people from the war camp to find them.

And after today.

The battlefield of the realm also set off a terrifying legend. On the flank of the battlefield, there was a great cultivator who killed the evil life, and the piled up into a mountain. If you see this mountain, you must pay homage!

When this news came out, all parties were shocked. Could it be that the old monster hidden in Dali came out of the mountain?

And that side is indeed quite outrageous. Huishou was terrified, and there were even Huishou who escaped from there. The area within a thousand miles is almost becoming a safe zone for casual cultivators.

No one dared to pay homage to that huge black corpse mountain. They were not qualified at all. If they were blessed, they would bow three times a day!

Moreover, the sea of ​​blood flowing there would terrify even the Yuanying cultivators, and outrageous legends were born here.

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Today, the front battlefield of Dali.

There are many cultivators with majestic blood, and the flags are fluttering in the wind. The military camps are thousands of miles long, and huge warships are docked on the sky, shining with blood and murderous aura.

If you look from a distance, the whole military camp is filled with a terrifying atmosphere of choosing people to devour, with strong pressure and unusual silence, and strict military discipline.

And the entire general camp is not set up in the rear, but at the front, facing the boundary battlefield!

Everyone here is wearing armor, using the most advanced refining materials in Dali, exuding an unrivaled momentum, the real elite soldiers of the Baili clan!

After countless years of fighting with Huishou, they have already found a way to lose the least life, which is to use the majestic blood to resist the backlash of the cold air of heaven and earth.

However, the power of the spiritual consciousness that is improved will also become smaller, but their goal is to move forward, and cultivation is only one of them, which is very different from casual cultivation.

In the commander's camp.

There is murderous aura here, and all the soldiers standing outside are sweating and nervous.

There are many cultivators who have just joined the military camp. They are walking on thin ice every day. This is even more psychologically challenging than going into battle to kill Huishou.

There is a saying in the war camp that if your Tao heart is strong enough, you come to join the army, and the first thing is to put life and death aside.

This place can be called the graveyard of ordinary cultivators and the paradise of the strong.

Inside, a middle-aged man with a calm face and no murderous aura on his face sat on the commander's chair, and this chair was made of the bones of the God of Transformation Huishou!

But if you stare into this man's tiger eyes, you will instantly feel like you are facing a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and you will lose all your courage.

He is cold, lonely and domineering, and he exudes a strong power that looks down on the world.

And this is the marshal of this generation of the Baili clan, the peak of the middle stage of the God of Transformation, Baili Zhonghu!

He looked at the generals below calmly, without showing any joy or anger.

Everyone sat upright, not daring to breathe, and controlling their breathing frequency, as if they didn't dare to attract his attention.

"News from the realm, a great cultivator killed Huishou on the flank of the battlefield, and they have piled up into a mountain. I don't know how many cultivators in my realm have been protected."

Baili Zhonghu spoke lightly, but his voice was quite gentle, "This commander wants to see this person."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the gentle tone inexplicably produced an inexplicable fear, as if the person sitting on the commander's chair was not a person.

"Marshal, when will we set off?"

"Today."

"But this person's origin is unknown, Marshal, you have to be careful."

"This person is likely to be an old monster who has been hiding in Dali for many years. Now he is so high-profile killing Huishou on the flank of the battlefield. I'm afraid he is coming for my war camp."

...

Everyone analyzed the situation one by one, and they looked far ahead.

"Don't think too much. As long as the cultivator dares to go to the battlefield to kill Huishou, he deserves my respect."

Baili Zhonghu spoke lightly, and his cold eyes swept around. Everyone was on pins and needles, and dared not say anything more.

He slowly stood up, his eyes suddenly exuded unparalleled murderous aura, looking at the sand table of the boundary battlefield, with unspeakable hatred for Huishou, and he must destroy this clan!

Everyone stood up, the will to fight was overwhelming, and the flags of all parties were waving wildly, as if they were about to be unable to bear this power.

Above the military camp, ten war world boats set sail, magnificent and heading towards the edge of the battlefield flank. There was not even a formation on them, and they were allowed to be blown by the strong wind.

…

Flanking the front line of the battlefield.

The three figures sitting on the top of the corpse mountain slowly opened their eyes, and they all looked at the sky.

Buzz—

Buzz—

Ten huge warships appeared in the sky, with an indomitable momentum, and even war flags stood on them. They were the war world boats they saw at the beginning.

Chen Xun smiled and stood up. He finally waited for it. I don’t know what kind of big shot it is.

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Wish everyone: In this fireworks world, time is fading, the sun is shining all the way, and you move forward all the way.