At this time, the hearts of these people were full of regret.
Why on earth did they come to this ghost place to join in the fun.
He also tried to read the jokes of the Xiaoyao Seven Sons.
In the end, they themselves became the biggest joke.
Seeing the crowd fleeing like birds and beasts, Chu Xinyan didn't even move, with a mocking expression on his face.
"Leader Jing, should you understand now?"
Chu Xinyan looked at Jing Tianyi's cloudy and uncertain face, and showed a noble and cold smile: "What kind of people's aspirations, what kind of moral public opinion, it's all a fart!"
"In this world of self-cultivation where the jungle preys on the jungle, the only thing qualified to have the right to speak is strength!"
Jing Tianyi's heart skipped a beat.
Suddenly, as if realizing something, he suddenly looked around.
Then, one after another, screams came from all directions.
Those monks who had just escaped retreated back in embarrassment.
And those who crushed, drove, and slaughtered behind this group of monks...
It's an army of cultivators!
It is the 100,000 army formed by Dingbei Houjun and the Iron Armored Guards of the Horton Tribe!
Jing Tianyi couldn't be more clear about the strength of the armored guards.
The entire army is equipped with eighth-grade defensive armor, and its cultivation base is above the Jindan stage.
Such an army, even a small team of three or five people, is extremely difficult to deal with.
What's more, it is a mighty army with a tacit understanding.
Look at Dingbei Hou Jun again.
This army is completely different from the ordinary cultivator army.
They didn't have much spiritual power surging around them. At a glance, one might even think that they were just stragglers composed of ordinary mortals and low-level body forging monks.
However, when they slashed people with their knives, strands of black air would flow from their bodies.
The black air carried the power of evil spirits, as long as it entangled the monks, it would prevent the spiritual power in their bodies from functioning.
But they themselves seem to be not afraid of pain.
No matter how many swords are stabbed, he will roar and rush forward.
During the slaughter, their ruthlessness was even more frightening.
The long knife in his hand swung out, and in an instant, a person's head rolled down, or half of his body flew into the air.
And their red eyes, seeing this scene like a purgatory on earth, not only did not have the slightest unbearable fear, but was also full of bloodthirsty excitement.
Such a monster doesn't look like an orthodox spiritual practice.
It is clearly a monster!
This is a team of real magic soldiers!
There were screams of ghosts and wolves, begging for mercy, and cursing in Tumo Square.
The smell of blood became more and more intense, so thick that it choked the nose, and made one's heart sink.
[Qingcheng Army] and [Liangchen Army] Although they both hid in the Great Desolation Tower, they were not affected.
But looking at the scene outside, he still felt chills down his spine.
Where would these people think.
They thought they were here to join in the fun and gloat at a demon-slaying conference.
In the end, it became their inescapable burial place.
Kong Yuanjiu watched the innocent monks being killed one after another, and his heart burst into anger.
He wanted to rush out to save people, but after thinking of something, he finally held back.
His gaze turned to Jun Muyan.
The girl's face was like snow, her brows were sparse, and she seemed indifferent to everything that happened in front of her.
But the hands resting on the knees were tightly clenched into fists.
The hourglass on the Tianmoqin was flowing silently.
It seems like the approach of hope, and like the falling of a reminder.
Kong Yuanjiu took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
No, not enough time!