After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 680
How could he be crazy!He wants to ascend to immortality!
Have any monks in the Meteor Flame Realm successfully ascended to immortality in these years?No!
They are trying to survive in their continent, fighting each other and grabbing territory, but these are not what he wants!

Do not!It should be said that he wanted more than these!

"Yanba... Believe me... this emperor can... feel... as long as... as long as I succeed, the rules here will no longer be able to restrict me! The power of the law can't help me! Come with me ...When I ascend...the Falling Flame Realm...the Flame Zerg, they will all prove to the world of immortal cultivation and the immortal world with me that we are by no means hopeless ants!"

The surrounding energy became more and more violent.

Blood red dyed the sky red, trying to cover the light from that sky again.

After feeling the vigilant eyes of some monks around, the few remaining Yan Zerg couldn't help but feel cold all over.

Yanrong is not crazy, but he is also crazy...

Yan Ba ​​sighed, as if he had aged countless years in an instant, and his eyes became a little cloudy.

He doesn't know whether the Yan Zerg can use him to ascend to heaven with chickens and dogs, but he knows that the era of the Yan Zerg is coming to an end!
Pankong Realm, countless realms, even Vast Sea Territory, Immortal Realm, Floating Life Realm, can allow a notorious, murderous and ruthless Meteor Flame Realm to exist.

But they will not allow this Yan Zerg who borrows the calamity of reincarnation, the power of blood, devours all souls, and mutates beyond the rules to exist, and it will not allow such a meteorite world to exist!
The surrounding monks from the Meteor Flame Realm couldn't help feeling cold all over.

"Kill! Sons of the Yan Zong Clan! Follow me today, follow me to kill! Yanrong! If you want to break out of this heaven and earth formation today! Just step over us!"

Yan Rong's complexion was distorted, and there seemed to be countless bloody threads in his eyes.

"Yanba! When are you going to learn how these monks from the Pankong Realm are... average? We are of the same race? What about you?!"

Yan Rong's eyes fell on the other monks in the Falling Flame Realm.

The cultivators saw that the figure of the body became more and more blurred, and countless tentacles and blood lines rushed out of Yanrong's body, hitting the formation, and looked at his face that was constantly distorted, as if it had transformed into countless human faces...

The leader of the Nether Zerg picked up the bone knife in his hand and raised it high.

"A disciple of the Nether Zerg!"

"The disciple is here!"

"Today, join me in beheading Yanrong! Even if there is only the last disciple left in the Nether Worm! Let's exterminate the clan! At all costs! Kill!"

"kill!"

The hunting skills of the Nether Zerg are obvious to all monks, so almost all the Nether Zerg are arranged in the killing array.

The innate skills belonging to the Nether Zerg also exploded instantly.

When Yanrong was hit, he felt as if his whole body was covered in ice.

Angry eyes stared at the first Nether Zerg who swung a knife at him.

"Youquan! You traitor!"

The angry killing intent rolled towards a group of Nether Zerg with a sense of coercion.

Waves of energy ripples appeared in the formation that blocked him instantly, and the violent energy pulled at the center of the formation, and countless space cracks tore and spread at the center of the formation.

You Quan personally led a line of Nether Worms into formation.

Nether worms, the ancient race of the Meteor Flame Realm, no one knows better than them how small a continent and a realm are in the vastness of the world.

In the previous battle, if an emperor was invincible, then there would be no subsequent incidents!
Today's Meteor Flame Realm has finally found a way out. Although it may be more difficult, it is still hopeful!

He didn't allow it, Yanrong destroyed this hope!

"Kill! The Tianmu people are with me! Kill!"

"Cold Zerg! Kill!"

"..."

Looking at the monks from the Falling Flame Realm who took up weapons one after another, Yanrong gasped angrily.

"You! You traitors!"

Seeing this, Pan Kongjie stopped talking nonsense and increased the output of spiritual power in his hands.

"Yanrong! I advise you not to struggle anymore! Your ascension to immortality is to step on the corpses of all spirits! You will not be able to pass the test of the heavenly tribulation! You are destined not to be tolerated by heaven and earth!"

As soon as these words came out, Yanrong could no longer control his anger, and the monstrous anger turned into countless bloody threads, slapping wildly around.

"You monks! What qualifications do you have to say about me! How is the way of ascension that this emperor seeks different from what you seek? Didn't you step on other people's corpses? Didn't your hands get bloody?! To become an immortal is an impossible path. Killing the way back! Isn’t that what you want, what you do? Do whatever it takes to ascend to the top! To become an immortal, try your best! Competing for resources! Prove the Dao, use any means! Kill decisively! What qualifications do you have to preach to me! What qualifications do you have!"

"Also! You! You! You monks of the Pankong Realm! Say that we monks in the Falling Flame Realm are bloodthirsty! Say that we are ruthless and indifferent! Hehe! What a big joke! We, the gods of the Falling Flame Realm, just put this The dark part of the world is just on the bright side! But you! You are doing self-deceiving things! On the surface, you are benevolent and moral! On the surface, all beings are equal! But what happens in the dark?! In order to seize resources, to seek ascension, to kill people and seize treasures Haven’t you done it?! The comparison between the major powers in the world of cultivating immortals, the comparison between various monks, heh! You look down on me, I look down on you!”

"The world is inherently chaotic, light and darkness coexist! This emperor just did something for you! Cultivate the world of immortality! The vast sea! The corpses of all spirits! This emperor will overthrow the laws of this world! Who will stop me! Who dares to stop!"

"Oh!"

The energy in Yanrong's body suddenly exploded, and countless silk threads broke one after another.

Before the cultivators could react, they felt that the surrounding world was shaking.

"What? What's the matter?"

The shaking became louder and louder, and the countless monks guarding the outside lined up also noticed the abnormality in the ground.

"Warning! Everyone is on alert!"

Yanrong's blood-red eyes slowly turned black, and countless black air mixed with the blood color spread.

"What a bloody and resentful spirit! Where did these things come from?"

"Crack Kacha!"

The movement spread from the center of the formation, and the soaring black and red aura rushed out of the formation in an instant.

"Not good! Disciples outside the formation! Formation!"

Waiting outside, all the disciples who had long been ready to go raised the formation flags in their hands.

"Array! Three thousand spirit arrays!"

"Boom!"

Miao Shun opened his eyes suddenly, and at the moment when the cave formation dispersed, he also saw the black and red aura soaring into the sky in the distance.

Oops!That woman is still breaking through!

Miao Shun rushed towards Shen Qingyi's cave in an instant.

When they arrived, they found that Shen Qingyi still stood up and looked towards the sky.

"Shen Qingyi! Are you okay?"

Shen Qing shook his head.

The spiritual power around him was still a little vain, obviously Shen Qing had broken through to the middle stage of the Golden Core, but before he could consolidate his cultivation, he was awakened by the shattering of the formation.

(End of this chapter)