The Most Violent Upgrade

"What!!"

"How dare you, we are from the Four Great Ancient Sects!!!"

Long Cheng looked at the crowd attacking him, he let out a roar that resounded through the void.

"die!"

"boom!!"

It's a pity that no one cares about what Longcheng said at all. In an instant, more than a dozen masters of the first level of crossing the catastrophe have already attacked brazenly.

"ah!!"

In the absence of any existence against the sky, a dozen or so masters of the same level came over, and it was unstoppable.

Just a moment later, a cloud of blood mist exploded above the sky, Wucheng let out a scream, and fell to the ground dead!

Chen Fangtian, who was in the distance, saw this scene, and his liver and gallbladder were about to burst. He bit the tip of his tongue without hesitation, spit out a big mouthful of blood, and then said in a low voice: "Soul Blood Secret Technique..."

But at this moment, a sneer suddenly sounded from behind him: "Hey, Lao Chen, our two families have been friends for generations, have you forgotten?

You once told me that you have a secret technique that can force you to die suddenly, but your soul is left to reincarnate and rebuild? "

"Brother He!" Chen Fangtian gave a wry smile, stopped using the secret technique, and looked back, there were more than a dozen monks who had passed the tribulation period.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible for him to use the secret technique to reincarnate and rebuild.

"Brother Chen, don't blame me when you get down there!"

"If you want to blame, blame you for standing in the wrong team. We all die for our own masters, kill!" A monk stood up and said with a smile.

Then with a slight wave of his hand, the cultivators who crossed the tribulation all rushed out behind him, beheading Chen Fangtian in an instant.

After Chen Fangtian and Wucheng died, he looked down and saw that the Wu family monks and Chen family monks on the ground had been smashed to pieces under the joint efforts of many forces. Few of them were left standing. If it is discovered, a group of people will rush up immediately.

Not long after, Galen's battle armor was stained red with blood. He stepped on a dead body with his great sword stuck aside. He laughed and said, "My great sword is already full of blood!"

"Galen, hurry up and help your sister Lacus!!" Ahri looked at the smirking Galen, and she shouted loudly.

"What!"

Galen heard Ahri's words, then turned and looked at a place in the battlefield, and saw a woman in yellow armor holding a staff.

"court death!!"

"Go ahead!!"

"Demacia!"

"Judgment!"

In an instant, Galen swung the big sword in his hand, and bursts of terrifying sword lights emerged from the battlefield, strangling the endless army of creatures.

And almost at the same time, among the four remaining sects among the top ten sects, the sound transmission jade slips were crushed one by one, and news spread one by one.

When the four major sects discovered that Du Yuesheng had either subdued or directly eliminated six of the top ten forces, a turbulent wave suddenly set off.

The history of the ten strong sects of Zhongsheng Shenzhou has been thousands of years, but ten thousand years ago, there were only four major sects in Zhongsheng Shenzhou, and they are the only four sects left today.

Or call them the four ancient gates they call themselves!

Although the four ancient gates had a lot of conflicts, overall, they were advancing and retreating together.

But now, they seem to have reached a threshold of choice.

At the junction of the four ancient gates, in a pavilion on the top of a snow mountain, four people sat facing each other.

It was snowing heavily outside, but there was no snow, and a cold wind penetrated into the pavilion.

"What should we do?" Among them, the white-haired old man said slowly: "Wannian Foundation, is it cheaper to have a little bastard who doesn't know where he came from?"

Hearing this, an old man in Tsing Yi spoke slowly, and said lightly: "We have been fighting for tens of thousands of years, at this time, we should join hands once, otherwise everyone will end badly.

Presumably you are also eight, after all, I am inferior to others, my old man has lived for a thousand years, and I have long forgotten that feeling! "

"That is to join forces? But with Du Yuesheng's current strength, we have no chance of winning if we join forces, unless... let Gu Daomen take out their treasure!" A middle-aged man with a cold face said slowly.

Gudaomen, the head of the four ancient gates, is also the most low-key one.

The representative sent by the Gudao Sect was wearing a large black robe, and the whole person was nestled in the black robe. At a glance, he could only see his face covered by shadows under the black robe.

After a long period of silence and calm, a shrill voice finally sounded from under the black robe: "In this situation, of course our ancient Taoist sect cannot be alone, but with the strength of our ancient Taoist sect, we still can't take out that piece of paper." baby!"

"We are here to help you. We must create a full-strength Yiyuan Sanxian, otherwise the history of our four ancient sects will end here!" The representatives of the other three sects spoke immediately.

They have already inquired about Du Yuesheng's strength very clearly. I am afraid that no one can control Du Yuesheng except the real Yiyuan Sanxian.

Moreover, the unknown powerhouses who appeared beside him, they got the news that every one of them was a Mahayana master.

Such a character must be a complete one-yuan Sanxian to be able to handle it!

And it's a coincidence that in the past two years, no one has crossed the catastrophe and become a one-yuan loose immortal, not even their four ancient sects!

However, the four ancient gates have an extremely long history after all, and they are extremely mysterious Yiyuan Sanxian in the eyes of the world.

They actually had a way to take the initiative to create one, which shows that the background of the four ancient sects and the rest of the top ten sects are far apart!

The person under the black robe was silent for a while, and finally spoke, saying: "Okay, now tell me, how many lives have you all given up!"

"I, Zijinmen, will give you 250,000 mortals!" An old man in a capital robe said slowly, opening his mouth is 250,000 mortals.

In his eyes, he couldn't see the slightest hesitation, as if these two hundred and fifty thousand mortals were nothing more than grass and trees in his eyes.

"I, Pantianmen, will give you 250,000 mortals!" the middle-aged man said calmly, and there was no trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"My True Yuan Sect can also give you 250,000 mortals, so it shouldn't be difficult for your ancient Taoist sect to catch another 250,000 mortals yourself, right?

With one million mortals gathered together, it will not be a problem for your ancient Taoist sect to cast the shocking blood formation, and my True Yuan sect can help you save those millions of dead souls.

Maybe you can use the Supreme Dafa to save an undead warrior! "

The last old man in Taoist robes, with a fairy-like appearance, opened his mouth slowly.

But what he said, if outsiders heard it, I'm afraid they would tremble all over.

It turned out that these four ancient sects had to spend the lives of a million mortals in order to create a one-yuan Sanxian.

Sure enough, the immortal is extremely arrogant, and regards human life like a weed, but he can kill millions of mortals at one time, isn't he afraid of causing wrath and resentment?