Chapter 124 The Golden Lion King

As we marched, the people of the six major sects were like tornadoes, rolling up surging smoke and dust. Under them, they were like a giant dragon composed of yellow sand and dust. The sounds made by the people rushing were rumbling, like a giant dragon roaring from a distance, like a roaring dragon.

On the top of Guangming, the disciples of the Ming Cult looked at the giant dragon that seemed to be coming from the sky at the foot of the mountain, and their faces changed slightly, but their eyes did not show any timidity or panic. They seemed very calm. Even if the escort formation was broken, they were not cows and sheep that could be slaughtered! No matter who they were, as long as they wanted to harvest their lives, they would have to fill their lives!

It’s not that they are not afraid of death, but that it’s useless to be afraid of death! When death is inevitable, few people will still escape, especially when they can pull others at the bottom, even fewer people choose to escape!

People are all bloody. If they are forced to escape without thinking about escaping, then even if they really survive, they will only survive. Even if they shout temporary escape is for a comeback, to survive and avenge their relatives and friends, they will not be able to change this fact!

The enemy rolled in like thunder clouds at the foot of the mountain. Everyone on the mountain looked firm and murderous intent was emitting a random look. They stared at the people who were trying to destroy the sect and seize the treasure at the foot of the mountain. They stood there quietly like a wooden sculpture, motionless. It was not until all these people came to the foot of the mountain and the vanguard had reached the mountainside that a trace of vitality appeared on their bodies and their bodies moved.

A series of low shouts came from their mouths. Under this shout, they burst out with cultivation. They raised the huge rocks weighing thousands of pounds in front of them like strong men, and threw them down the mountain. The whistling sound rose, and the stones fell like meteors from the sky, passing by like lightning, and smashing towards the people of the six sects climbing forward.

A shocking roar came from the top of the heads, and small black dots appeared in the eyes of the people of the six sects who climbed up the mountain. When they were circulating their skills in their eyes and staring at them, the black dots suddenly expanded like living things, and instantly turned into the size of a basketball, and they were still swelling at an extremely terrifying speed. Almost at the moment when everyone realized that something was wrong and wanted to dodge, the object as big as a basketball suddenly magnified and turned into its original size. Pieces of huge rocks appeared and smashed down with an unstoppable momentum.

The huge stone weighing thousands of pounds was thrown down from the peak of a peak that was more than 100 meters high with the power of gathering all its body skills. After the increase of the falling momentum of nearly 100 meters, its attack power reached an extremely terrifying level. Faced with such an attack, a master as strong as a fifth-level heaven would choose to avoid its edge before he had to. If he chooses to resist, although he will not suffer much damage, it will definitely consume a lot of true energy. Few people are willing to do such a thing that is not worth the effort!

This kind of attack is fatal to the six major sects who are generally at the forefront of the third and fourth levels of the heavens, and they are powerless to resist! When the huge rock hits, the coalition camp immediately boils like a pot of boiling porridge. Everyone wants to flee and dodge without even thinking about it.

However, the huge rock fell too fast. Before many people on the front line could make any moves, they were hit by the huge rocks that came with layers of air waves. The body of the martial arts masters in the third and fourth levels was very strong, and ordinary swords could not hurt them. However, in front of the huge rocks, their bodies were fragile like tofu, and they were smashed into pieces. White brains splattered, red blood squirted wildly, and even screams were terrified before they could be issued.

Tiger rocks were smashing down like meteorites outside the sky, blood mixed with smoke and dust spread around, and white bones and flesh shot out like bullets, leaving tiny channels in the turbid blood-colored air.

Almost instantly, the raging boulders killed dozens or hundreds of masters from the third and fourth levels!

Just when these huge rocks falling from the sky wanted to continue to show off their evil spirits, the leaders of the six sects who were pressing behind the formation and the elites of the elite came to the sky like gods coming. The red, yellow, white, and the true energy of various colors burst out from their palms, like brightly colored lightning thunders hitting the huge rocks like rain.

At the moment when it came into contact with the boulder, these powerful true energy did not burst out with violent attack power, smashing the boulder to pieces, but carried a soft force, like brushing the boulders with sleeves, sweeping the boulders to both sides, roaring past everyone and smashing towards the ground.

The roar was shaking the sky, the mountains were shaking, and under the command of the person in charge, everyone rushed to the top of the mountain again under the escort of the fifth level of heaven and above, like a black giant python climbing upwards at a speed.

Due to the haste, the Ming Cultists did not prepare too many huge rocks, and they were no longer left. Moreover, such things could only be used as surprise attacks. After being broken, they decisively stopped their movements, stood there calmly, constantly adjusting their state, intending to face the enemy in the best condition and kill a few more enemies!

The front of the Guangmingding Mountain is not steep. The distance of more than 100 meters is very close to the disciples of various sects whose cultivation is generally above the third level. After no obstacles, everyone advanced rapidly with a momentum of unstoppable momentum. In just a few breaths, they rushed to Guangmingding.

boom……

The two armies confronted each other, and the Ming Cult and the people of the six major sects collided like two torrents of steel. During the impact, the two sides, which were originally distinct in color, plunged into each other's camp, as if two dyes were poured together, and they could not tell each other immediately.

The shouts of killing were shocking, and everyone felt like they had red eyes, their eyes were red, and the sword in their hands kept wielding soft thorns. The deafening shouts of killing could not conceal the sound of metallic attacks and the sounds made when the sword entered the flesh. They seemed to have some kind of magic, and they were clearly transmitted into the ears of the people around them. With the stimulation of blood, the red light in the eyes of the people in the killing became even more intense, red like blood, and the murderous intent in their hearts was fermenting like wine, aged, and becoming more and more intense.

The uninterrupted crazy killing was like a fire, igniting the murderous intent that was so strong that it turned into gunpowder. Under the invisible and silent explosion, the people participating in the war went crazy. They were red-eyed and no longer distinguished whether the people around them were people of the same camp. As long as they were living people, they would ruthlessly wave the sword in their hands, like a relative who refused to recognize them, and cut down and slaughter all living things that appeared in front of them like a cold-blooded and ruthless butcher!

Under the bloody killing, only those masters who can maintain clear minds in the field with their cultivation level of the fifth level and above. Looking at the crazy people around them who are like evil ghosts in hell, they are determined to stop this indiscriminate killing, but they are unable to change it.

Most of them rationally withdrew from the battle group, while the rest were like those guys from the third and fourth levels of heaven, killing wildly! Although they were awake, they were already intoxicated. They felt a strange feeling in the killing. They enjoyed this feeling and were unwilling to withdraw from it.

These people are the weak among the masters. They cannot control their hearts. They indulge themselves too much. If such people do not change immediately, even if they achieve something in the future, they will definitely not grow into a real strong person! If they continue, they will always stay in the ranks of the weak!

Looking at the few fifth-level masters who continued to kill in the battle group, the only sixth-level masters in the field shook their heads secretly, sighing, disappointing, and gloating, but no one spoke up to remind them or woke them up. It was not that they were cold-blooded, but that this matter was entirely up to themselves. They might be able to help them once and twice, but they couldn't help them for the rest of their lives!

What's more, there are opponents' masters outside the field who are eyeing each other. If they are distracted, they will definitely make mistakes and give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of.

Above the top of the Guangming, a fierce battle without distinction between enemies and us is taking place. Behind the open square is a magnificent hall, which is the main hall of the Ming Cult! In front of the hall is a 20-story marble staircase. At this moment, on the highest staircase, there is a group of people standing. Standing in front is a burly middle-aged man with golden hair spread on his head like a lion's mane. On his face, a pair of copper bells and big eyes look down at the six sect leaders and all the masters standing under the stairs.
Chapter completed!