Life and Death on the Battlefield；Bloodthirsty Spirit Pillar
The Eastern Wasteland army didn't continue to chase towards the front, they formed a single line and already killed the low-ranked foreigners who fled in all directions.
Countless low-ranked foreigners from amongst the hundred races fell to the ground, and the Eastern Wasteland army harvested the lives of those foreigners as if they were the God of Death.
It looks a little cruel, there is some cruelty, but they did not say much, also did not have a soft hand, they understand that in front of a soft hand, in the future it is likely to suffer is now those who are suffering ordinary people, although this is not their nature, but they have to be cold-blooded and brutal, if the other way around, I'm afraid that the hundred races will also be so treated them.
Here on the battlefield there is no mercy, here on the battlefield also do not believe in tears, here on the battlefield there can only be cold-blooded and cruel.
Countless Hundred Races fell on the battlefield in miserable cries, and the entire battlefield was filled with a thick and pungent bloody gas.
With a whimper, a disciple of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect suddenly swung his sword in his hand, and the demon warrior from the Demon Race in front of him was already scared out of his wits when he swung his sword out, and collapsed in advance.
That Rift Sky Sword Sect disciple looked up and looked around, found that there was no more foreigners in the surrounding area, he couldn't help but soften his feet, and sat down on the ground, he panted heavily, his expression was no longer as cold and merciless as before, but instead, he had a face of pain and intolerance.
After all, he is not a butcher, not born cold-blooded, a live life, like a lamb to be slaughtered in general so fell under his sword, his heart is really incomparable pain and suffering.
At this moment, like his people, the entire Eastern Wasteland army abound, when the battle, their nerves tense, there is not much feeling, just a kill in front of the hundred races, but once the battle is over, their nerves relaxed, at the moment, they look at the battlefield has ended, looking at that a different color, has long been gathered into a river of blood rivers, there have been people shivering, can not control the vomiting! They were indeed from all the great sects.
They are indeed from the core disciples of the great sects, before talking about life and death is also a piece of calm, since the discussion is accustomed to seeing life and death, but at this moment they understand, what is the real battlefield, what is the real life and death!
Sima Zhaoxue looked at those people below the Eastern Wasteland army, he could not help but sigh in his heart, this situation he has seen a lot, although the bitter realm of cultivators never lack of fighting, but also from time to time there is a war of life and death, but that kind of fighting and life and death in front of this compared to this, is really too big a difference.
He only hoped that the minds of those people below would not be too weak and would be able to get rid of this kind of emotion as soon as possible, otherwise, their fighting strength would definitely be affected to a certain extent, which would be potentially fatal to them for the upcoming battles at the back.
Wei Wuji's four people were also looking at the distant battlefield with pale faces, separated by such a distance, it was as if they could all feel the extremely dense and bloody aura above the battlefield.
Zhao Xiaohei muttered, "Isn't this a bit brutal ..."
Nevertheless, before he finished speaking, Qian Tu had already jumped up and snapped a slap on top of his head as he said angrily under his breath, "What are you trying to say? Cruelty? Do you know what kind of torment those people are suffering in their hearts at this moment? You, a person who can only hide on the sidelines and peep, what qualifications do you have to say who is cruel?"
Zhao Xiaoxing, who had always supported his brother, even stared at Zhao Xiaohei with contempt this time, "You haven't seen the world, you haven't seen our master and our ancestor who are also there, if you dare to say something like that in front of them, if I don't beat your ass, I'm going to take your name!"
Qian Tu stared at Zhao Xiaoxing with dissatisfaction, which meant, if you take his surname, you are still Zhao. What's the difference?
Zhao Xiaoxing's dark face instantly became even darker, but he only grunted a few times in exasperation and surprisingly didn't utter a retort!
Wei Wuji couldn't help but shake his head, at this moment, his face didn't look any better than Qian Tu and the three of them, on the contrary, it was even more grave.
Because within his divine sense field of vision, at this moment, four strangely thick and incomparable pillars of blood qi were rising up into the sky, converging towards the blood cloud in the sky above, and one of them was coming from the battlefield not far in front of them.
Countless terrified and distorted figures, under the pulling and tearing of the ghostly face that was already clearly visible, drifted towards the blood cloud, and in a trance, that blood cloud seemed to be undergoing some kind of unknowable change.
Just as Wei Wuji was surveying that blood cloud with his divine sense, suddenly, the entire world within the Fallen Phoenix Slope shook violently, and rumbling sounds resounded everywhere in this world.
The world that was originally supposed to be ten minutes past noon was already dim, and the sun in the sky, as if it was struggling to die, was struggling to emit its last light, a round of dull halo surrounded him, looking lifeless.
Under the dim, dark red sky, within Wei Wuji's line of sight, what was originally still a lush green world was now a withered yellow, and the green around him was gradually disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the muddy yellow sand below.
In the distance, on several towering peaks, wood and rocks rolled down, and violently, a towering peak collapsed with a loud bang, rolling up smoke and dust in the sky.
With a whirring sound, Wei Wuji's four people floated down from above the treetop they were standing on, and just at the moment they left, the large tree under their feet had already withered away and collapsed to the ground with a click.
"Phew" sound, four people long exhaled a breath, fortunately they are in this mountain peak, only lost the green, and did not collapse down, otherwise, four people will really have some danger.
Pattering, the entire world suddenly drifted in a blood-red drizzle, and a sad, desperate aura filled the entire world of the Falling Phoenix Slope.
"What are those?"
In the twilight, Zhao Xiaohei exclaimed with a terrified face as he pointed into the distance.
Wei Wuji and the three of them hurriedly followed the direction of Zhao Xiaohei's finger.
Only to see a hundred feet tall and short stone pillar, suddenly rising up from below the ground, on top of the ancient stone pillar, densely covered with a mysterious blood-red streak, looking incomparably bizarre and inexplicable.
Wei Wuji looked around, this kind of blood-red stone pillars, in the range of their sight no less than ten, he is really difficult to estimate the entire Phoenix Slope, similar to this kind of stone pillars and how many?
Those stone pillars from the ground below the rise, in addition to the occasional flash of a blood light in addition to, then from the stalwart motionless, as if since ancient times, has stood there in general, without the slightest other abnormalities.
But in this situation, at this moment, if those blood-red stone pillars that suddenly appeared were not involved with the return of the Hundred Races, I'm afraid he wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death.
Qian Tu looked at those blood red stone pillars, his face turned pale as he said in a deep voice: "Bloodthirsty Spirit Pillars, are they preparing to devour the entire world's origin? If that's really the case, then it's going to be a big trouble."
"Hm?"
Wei Wuji and the three of them didn't pay attention to how Qian Tu confirmed that those blood red stone pillars were the so-called what he called Bloodthirsty Spirit Pillars in his mouth, they stared at Qian Tu with a puzzled look on their faces in unison and said, "How troublesome will it be?"
Qian Tu said in a deep voice, "This is the cornerstone of a super large cross-border spatial teleportation array, if there are enough of them and their blood qi is strong enough, once they have devoured the origin of this world, the teleportation array they will form will be beyond your imagination."
Wei Wuji shuddered and said, "How big will it be?"
Qian Tu muttered, "At least half of the population of the entire Bitter Realm can be directly and instantly teleported over."
Zhao Xiao Hei said with a horrified face, "The Demon Realm, Demon Realm, and Ghost Prison, their combined area is only comparable to half of the entire Bitter Realm."
Wei Wuji said with a chill in his heart, "Are you saying that once this oversized spatial teleportation array is activated, the entire Devil Realm, Demon Realm, and the Ghost Realm's Hundred Races will instantly descend within the Fallen Phoenix Slope?"
Qian Tu nodded his head and said with a grave expression, "Yes."
Wei Wuji and the three of them swallowed their mouths, shocked and unable to speak for half a day!
If this was really the case! Then it would really be a big trouble!
The rain of blood drifted with the wind and landed on the four Wei Wuji who were too shocked to speak, and it also landed on those Eastern Wasteland Army cultivators.
A Reincarnation realm powerhouse's figure flickered and had arrived in front of Sima Zhaoxue, who was suspended in the air, and he respectfully saluted Sima before saying, "Lord Sima, it's almost dealt with."
Sima Zhaoxue nodded and asked, "Jiang Zhang, how is the damage?"
Jiang Zhang said, "The Fetal Breath Realm suffered 50,000 casualties, the Reincarnation Realm did have a few people who suffered some minor injuries, nothing major."
Sima Zhaoxue let out a long sigh and said, "The Hundred Races should not be underestimated ah, the area of mixed blood, but can make my million troops lose as many as 50,000, this if all the people who came are pure blood Hundred Races, I'm afraid that the casualties won't just be this number."
Jiang Zhang nodded his head when he heard this, he said with a smile on his face, "However, my lord, how come it feels like you are very proud of yourself?"