It can only be said that the appearance of the three hundred Daluo saints was like they should have been in this disaster. After they had just obtained the glory of the saints, they had to pay the price of their lives in this saint war, and they had not had time to glorify for many years.

They gradually fell and gradually decreased in number.

Of course, it is not easy for the Green Light Saint. The White Light Saint was red in his eyes and was also fierce, which also defeated the Daluo Saint among the Green Light Saints.

When time passed forty years.

In the fierce saint war, there were only thirty-four saints of the Tribulation and Wumora, seventy-two saints of the Noon, and eighteen saints of the Void Daluo, and the total total of only 124.

On the side of the White Light Saint, there are only the mysterious Hengding Ding, Chaos Beast, Love Son, Zixiao Sword Saint and other twelve saints of the Tribulation Wumora, Xing Clan, Human Emperor, Wa, Lian Wa, etc., and the 23 saints of the Guluo, and the 70 saints of the Void Daluo, a total of 105.

Although the number of people is not much different, the disadvantages of the White Light Saint are extremely obvious. Perhaps it will not take long to avoid annihilation.

At this moment, the pilgrimage disaster has reached the last critical moment without realizing it, and it is only three years away from a certain most critical point.

I don’t know how many people are waiting for that moment, nor how many people are waiting for that result.

Unfortunately, too many people died first without waiting.

Those who have the opportunity to wait for the final result are still fighting to the death. No one knows what changes will be in the last three years, whether they will die or live.

Unknown numbers, everything is still unknown.

And at the moment when the three-year deadline began to count down, the Witch Temple, which had been silent for many years, finally opened the door with a roar.

Not much noise, but it shocked the entire battlefield.

The saints in the battle subconsciously believed that Li Shaoyang had appeared, but because the fierce battle was too fierce, no one could really throw their eyes to the direction of the Witch Temple for a long time, at most they were just a glance.

A group of women walked out of the Witch Temple in a row. Their faces were beautiful, their temperament was elegant, and they were charming, but their eyes were filled with light and their power was revealed.

The Immortal Mother of Concubine Zhi, the Immortal Mother of Dongju, the Immortal Mother of Xuanbei, the Immortal Mother of Snow Lotus, Yudan, Fang Zixuan, Lingru, Yan Taohua, Zixia, Tian Xinyu, Tianhuang, Qingxuan Nu, Xuanmeng Huamu, the Thirteen Concubines of the Wuji Holy Kingdom, took lotus steps lightly, swept the battlefield coldly, and suddenly the pressure broke out.

Frightened!

They were even more exaggerated than the three hundred Daluo saints, and they had been promoted to the saints of the Tribulation Wumora.

"Sisters, those people dare to provoke our son and put us to death. What do you think you will do?"

The fairy mother of Concubine Weaving smiled gracefully, and her white teeth knocked up and down, and poured a wisp of astonishing murderous aura into her words.

"What else can I say? Kill them."

"Hmph."

Thirteen women with the greatest beauty in history, and the thirteen saints of the Tribulation Wumora flashed out like a butterfly dance.

A piece of white light rolled up, and thirteen white lights connected into one, reflecting the entire sky like a snow field.

The lake is bright and clean, even if thousands of bright moons shine together, it is not as bright as the bright luster at this moment.

Thirteen saints of the Killing Wumora rushed over, and the holy Dharma swept over, each covering the Green Light Daluo Saint and the Green Light Guluo Saint.

After decades of fighting, the remaining seventy-two Green-Light Guluo Saints died at this moment, and half of them were removed at once.

Only one of the eighteen Daluo saints died, and they were the saints of Yao.

The saint of Yao was so scared that she screamed. She was not dead, but she could feel the culling of the thirteen saints of Viagra. The holy law passed her side to kill the saint. She even saw with her own eyes that the two saints, Yingtian, who had been standing with her for a long time, were cruelly wiped into ashes.

A cold look of contempt swept across her. Yao looked at the look, but he saw the eyes of Concubine Weaver.

She suddenly realized that the reason why she could not die was because the saint Wumora who deliberately let go of these thirteen disasters.

The saint of Yao trembled hard, and she was lucky enough to die. She had no pleasure or excitement at all for the rest of the disaster, but instead became even more frightened.

This time's immortality means that the next death period will be more cruel.

In other words, this is basically Li Shaoyang's intentional arrangement.

"Bitch, you hide so deeply that you are now attacking." Gu Mutiansheng was extremely angry and rushed directly to Concubine Zhixian Mother.

The other saints of Wumora quickly divided twelve of them and each dealt with one woman.

In this way, the love son deals with the Xuancang Jisheng, the Chaos Beast fights the six saints of the Tribulation Wumora alone, the mysterious Hengding Ding deals with the seven saints of the Tribulation Wumora, the thirteen women deals with the thirteen saints of the Tribulation Wumora, and the Green Light Tribulation Wumora, and the Green Light Tribulation Wumora, and there are only seven saints of the White Light Tribulation Wumora.

When the two sides fought, they became the White Light Saint who gained the upper hand.

This is the first time since the Saint War began, the victory balance has tilted towards the White Light Saint.

Such a situation made the saint of Yao so frightened that she wished there was a place where she could temporarily hide it.

But at this moment, she suddenly saw four girls walking out of the gate of the Witch Temple.

Nalandaner, Yun Luoluo, Leng Shuangyue, Fengmu, four legendary women, who could rely on the Chaos Heaven Gate and explode with a shocking and madness, floated out lightly.

"ah!"

Seeing the four girls, the fear in the heart of the saint Yao suddenly reached its peak.

The four women actually had the cultivation level of the Saint Wumora of the Tribulation. The pressure from them was even higher than that of the Saint Wumora of the Tribulation.

Although they are not as good as Xuancang's super holy, Chaos Beast, Hengding Ding and Love Zi, the four high-level characters are not much different.

And the four women can also activate the united Chaos Heavenly Gate.

Oh my God, who can imagine how powerful the four female cultivators at this time can be?

The four girls stood on one side, as if they were not in a hurry to do something, and bent over slightly.

A slender figure suddenly walked out of the Witch Temple.

The white long gown is spotless, with a vague temperament, and a slightly melancholy but deep look, as if you have seen all the vicissitudes and emotions of countless years in the world.

I glanced at it and I felt sorry for it.

Take a look and you'll be fascinated by it.

Li Shaoyang.

Li Shaoyang appeared.

The protagonist, the biggest pilgrimage, finally appeared at the last moment of the pilgrimage. Where did his appearance push this war?

Seeing Li Shaoyang coming out, the four daughters of Nalandan'er, Leng Shuangyue, Yun Luoluo and Feng Mother were not only full of love, but also a kind of unusual respect.

Such a strange and complex look makes people confused.

Li Shaoyang seemed to have noticed it, but seemed a little confused. After looking at the four girls in surprise, he smiled slightly and said, "It seems we were not late."

"Lang, are we going?" said Nalandaner.

"Of course." Li Shaoyang responded decisively, his eyes swept across the battlefield of the battle, interspersed in every gap, and his face suddenly changed, "Where is the madman?"

Didn't see a lunatic.

The madman is gone.

Li Shaoyang's heart suddenly jumped up, an unknown premonition surged into his heart, and a severe pain like a knife cut penetrated into his bones.

At this time, there is only one result.

Li Shaoyang didn't want to believe it, but had to believe it.

His eyes were unknowingly red.

"Who killed Leng Xie?"

Li Shaoyang was not angry, only indifference.

It was as cold as the sound of the frozen ice for thousands of years, like a stream of air conditioning sweeping through the fairy clouds.

He was not specifically asking who was asking, but seemed to be asking all the people.

Whoever kills the madman will die.

The cold voice penetrated everyone's ears, but turned into a violent roar like a volcano, but it contained endless anger.

At this moment, what flashed in Li Shaoyang's mind was the father of the previous life who was born to him and Gu Yinyin's family of three for a few years.

Also, at the critical moment, the madman appeared in time and snatched life from the Saint of Eternal Life for him and his three friends, as well as the scenes of meeting at the entrance of Fangjia Village, the Holy Spirit Continent in this life.

These pictures flash in my mind.

The clearer the flashing, the redder Li Shaoyang's eyes will make him, and the stronger Li Shaoyang's murderous intent will make him.

These murderous intents are terrifying. If you put them on others, you may even break the holy soul of a saint Wumora alive and fall into a state of endless disaster.

"The murderer is Xuan Cang's extremely holy." Heng Ding's voice came clearly.

"The Extreme Saint of Xuancang is here." Love son then echoed.

Swish!

Two sentences directly attracted Li Shaoyang's eyes, and the two eyes that seemed to split everything were swept with murderous intent, turning into substantial power and whistling away.

The space was forcibly penetrated into two subtle holes, which made people feel broken.

Swallowing, swishing, swishing!

Without Li Shaoyang's instructions, the four daughters of Nalandan'er, Leng Shuangyue, Yun Luoluo and Feng Mother directly crossed time and space, and instantly came to the edge of Xuan Cang Jisheng, and surrounded Xuan Cang Jisheng in the middle from the four directions of the southeast, west and north.

Love son sneered, and his figure immediately shrank back, abandoned Xuan Cang Ji Sheng, and retreated thousands of miles away.

Xuan Cang Jisheng's face changed drastically, and the aura of any four women made him dare not underestimate it. He was only 60% sure to defeat it.
To be continued...