He was dead!
Blood flowed like a river and corpses piled up like mountains.
The Immortal Cultivator stood on the hill where the corpses were piled up, panting.
The remaining soldiers and Xiantian masters were forced by the royal power and killed by other grandmasters.
They did not dare to charge at the Xiuxianists.
Because:
That Immortal Cultivator was too terrifying.
"He killed so many people without even blinking.”
"His eyes aren't dry?"
First shine on the person, wipe the soft sword.
She kept staring at the Immortal Cultivator.
Observe the Immortal Cultivators.
Immortal cultivators were very powerful.
However:
His martial arts moves were very ordinary.
He was able to survive because of his Dharmic powers.
The force of many Xiantian experts hit him, but it had no effect.
Instead:
He casually waved the handle of the umbrella. Even those who were wearing heavy armor and cultivating defensive martial arts would not be able to block it.
Could such a powerful cultivator be killed?
At first, people were worried.
She looked at Wang Quan.
The temporary tent in the distance:
Wang Quan lectured the hundreds of Xiantian experts.
These Xiantian experts had fear and despair in their eyes.
They had been killed by the Xiuxianists.
"You're all going to die anyway!"
"Before you die, hurt that Immortal Cultivator for me, understand?”
The royal power tied black gunpowder to them.
Each Xiantian expert was tied up with more than 100 catties.
He then put on a paper armor.
Wait a minute, light the fuse and rush up
Everything was perfect.
Originally:
Wang Quan wanted to throw the black gunpowder.
However:
Seeing that the Immortal Cultivators had a way to swallow long-range attacks, he switched to this method.
One minute later, he said,"
The Innate Force martial artist charged again.
Their eyes were bloodshot and their killing intent soared.
Because:
The thousands of martial arts grandmasters around him had already said,"
"Charge forward and kill the Xiuxianist. You will have a chance of survival.”
"If you don't charge, I'll kill you now!”
Grandmasters were far stronger than Inborn Experts.
The remaining Xiantian Lords braced themselves and charged forward.
Hundreds of Xiantian experts carrying black gunpowder also rushed forward crazily.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Earth-shattering explosions sounded one after another.
The small mountain of corpses exploded into pieces.
The remaining Xiantian Lords were all dead.
However:
On the mountain of corpses, the bodies of the cultivators were on the verge of collapse.
Thrust!
Wang Quan twisted the hilt of his double-handed sword. Black oil flowed and flames burned.
"Kill them!"
Weng! Weng!
Chu Zhaoren flicked his flexible sword, making a buzzing sound.
"Kill them!"
Some old grandmasters circulated their secret techniques, and their skinny bodies became stronger. Their hunched bodies stood straight.
His beard and hair danced in the wind as he said ferociously,
"Kill!"
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
More than a thousand Grandmasters charged at the Immortal Cultivators almost at the same time.
On Corpse Mountain:
The Immortal Cultivator wanted to cry.
He looked at the Grandmaster martial artists who were charging at him from all directions.
His heart was filled with despair.
He looked at the ferocious and greedy Grandmasters.
He was confused.
"I just want to kill the strongest person in the Barren Lands and then rear the natives to refine Dao soldiers.”
"But why did these natives seem to have expected this and arrange for so many natives to attack me?”
"I was bullied in other places.”
"You're still being bullied in such a remote country?”
"Why?"
"Is there any justice left?"
In the next second, he said,"
Thousands of Grandmasters rushed over.
The immortal cultivator used the last bit of magic power.
"Kill!"
......
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
A martial arts grandmaster and an immortal cultivator clashed.
Blood flowed like a river and corpses littered the ground!
The strength of a Grandmaster was stronger than that of an Inborn Expert.
They could withstand an attack from an Immortal Cultivator.
However:
If he was attacked twice in a row, he would definitely die.
Even though Grandmasters were stronger and more careful.
However:
They still suffered heavy losses.
an hour later
Out of the thousand Grandmasters, only seventy-three remained.
At this point:
The Immortal Cultivator died.
He died with grievances.
He died in grievance.
The lofty Immortal Cultivators had been tortured to death by thousands of grandmasters, tens of thousands of Connate Cultivators, and tens of thousands of soldiers.
He could not believe it even until he died.
The natives of the Barrenlands were so cruel and terrifying.
Before he died, he asked Wang Quan and the others,"
"I just came to this tiny place, why do you have killing intent towards me?”
Wang Quan threw away his broken double-handed sword and smiled.
"Immortal cultivators live forever."
"If we kill you, we naturally want to take the cultivation technique that can extend your lifespan.”
The Immortal Cultivator cried.
If he had known that the natives wanted to extend their lives, he would have given them the method to extend their lives a long time ago.
but
There were no ifs.
"There should be more communication between people."
The immortal cultivator died with tears in his eyes.
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