Soul Devouring Sword Master

Shaking his head, Lin Xiao didn't think much, and just warned himself to act with caution.

At the same time, among the disciples of the Holy Sect, one of them mingled in the crowd and lowered his head quietly, with a gloomy face and a hint of suppressed madness and greed in his eyes.

"It's the smell of blood..."

He stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and a golden token hung around his waist.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

At this moment, the sound of breaking wind sounded.

Phew!

Immediately afterwards, a startling cry sounded from the front.

A huge bird flew over, with a wingspan of hundreds of meters. Its sharp beak was like a giant sword, and its fiery red feathers were like rising flames. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be distorted, sharp. His eyes scanned the whole place.

And on the back of the bird, stood a group of figures, none other than the blazing birdmen of the blazing collar.

Tear!

At this time, the space was torn apart.

A huge black flying carpet appeared, with a group of people wearing gray and black robes on it. These people's bodies were covered with black scales, their pupils were of different colors, their faces were covered by black cloth, but their eyes were full of coldness. It was Southern Xinjiang. Devil.

There are about three hundred of these demons in total. Of course, there are many kinds of demons and many forces, but it seems that these demons are very united and not separated like other forces. These tall and strong demons are all He was led by a skinny and short old man.

The old man's pupils were purple, his turbid eyes were calm, and he was holding a black crutch with a skull on it, which looked a little weird.

Soon, these demons also landed on the Martial Arts Peak.

Immediately afterwards, forces appeared one after another.

Including several orc tribes, as well as the Western Region Witch Clan, the Witch Clan is divided into three camps, each holding its own.

These wizards are all covered in robes, and their faces cannot be seen clearly. However, their exposed skin looks shriveled and wrinkled, and their eyes have an old look. You can roughly imagine what kind of bodies they have under those robes. Maybe they are practicing with them. related to the way.

Jiuxuan Palace also arrived shortly after, and as Lin Xiao expected, Murong Shi was also there. The two of them exchanged a glance in a tacit understanding. On this occasion, there was not much communication.

All nine palace princes from Jiuxuan Palace have arrived. In addition to the seven that Lin Xiao had met before, there are two more. However, it is obvious that those two people are full of hostility towards him.

It's no wonder that Lin Xiao ruined Jiuxuan Palace a year ago, and these two people must want to take revenge.

"These two people should be the First Gongzi and the Second Gongzi."

Lin Xiao thought to himself, then shook his head and smiled bitterly. Before it even started, so many people were staring at him. It seemed that there would be a lot of trouble during the game later.

However, along the way, Lin Xiao had never been afraid of anyone. Those who wanted to cause trouble for him were kicked away by him and turned into the dust of history.

Those who arrived just waited.

As time went by, forces arrived one after another. Looking around, the entire Martial Arts Peak was full of heads, and even extended to farther places.

No wonder, there are four major forces in the Eastern Wasteland alone, there are also several territories in the Northern Plains, the Southern Border is relatively united, and the Western Territory is also divided into three camps.

The number of participants in the East Wasteland is at least 21 from the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, about 30 from the Jiuxuan Palace, about 50 from the Demon Valley, and more than 70 from the Holy Sect, totaling about 150 in total.

Compared with the Eastern Wasteland, the other three major regions have a lot of people. There are 300 people in the Southern Border, nearly 300 in the Northern Plains, and the Western Region is about the same.

"Hasn't the Central God Realm arrived yet?"

Lin Xiaowei said slightly, it seems that the forces in the four major regions are almost here, but there is no sign of Zhongshen Island.

It didn't take long.

Suddenly, the ancient altar on the mountain opposite to Martial Arts Peak suddenly reacted.

Buzz! !

Suddenly, light flickered on the altar. At first it was just a point, but soon the light expanded, covering the entire altar and even covering it up.

The dazzling light radiated out, so bright that many people couldn't help but cover it with their hands.

Buzz! Buzz!

The next moment, a beam of light shot up from the altar.

Immediately afterwards, a vortex emerged, light waves flowed, and the space trembled.

A figure stepped out of the vortex. Under the influence of the light, one could only vaguely see a woman in a long skirt. Then, another figure stepped out.

After dozens of breaths, the light disappeared.

In mid-air, dozens of figures stood in the air.

Everyone's eyes moved and they looked around.

According to where these people are standing, there should be five forces in total.

One of the forces was led by the woman in a long dress who appeared first. She was wearing an ice blue dress and her long hair was tied up with an ice hairpin. She had a slender figure, a beautiful face, dignified and generous, and exuded a silken hair. The cold air gives people the blessing of an insurmountable distance

Behind the woman, there were several men and women, probably accompanying the disciples who came to observe.

Another force is headed by a middle-aged man, wearing a dark red cloak, with his hands behind his back, his face is indifferent, and there is a surge of demonic energy on his body, similar to the Demon Valley and the Southern Border Demon, but this demonic energy is more domineering. The evil spirit is overwhelming.

Secondly, there was a skinny old man with a shriveled figure and a smile on his face. The wrinkles on his skin made him look very strange. On his arm, there was a green and red snake wrapped around it, which poked out from the cuffs from time to time.

Next, he was a burly man, with thick arms as thick as an adult's waist, bulging muscles, arms wrapped around his chest, a calm expression, and a faint flash of lightning in his eyes.

The last one is a long-haired man with a long sword on his waist, a beard, a square face, wearing a wide-sleeved robe, his hair swaying in the wind, holding a wine jug in one hand, with a faint smile on his face, looking free and unrestrained.