Outside the gate of Tianji Sect.
The mountain-protecting formation has long been torn to pieces under the successive attacks of the Blood Demon Sect, the Black Demon Sect, and the Blood Demon Sect.
The shouts of killing, the roar of the magic weapon, and the screams before death were mixed together.
The disciples of Tianji Sect formed a sword formation and resisted desperately, but the huge gap in numbers and high-end combat power caused them to retreat steadily.
Corpse after corpse fell in a pool of blood. The sect that was once filled with immortal energy was now filled with demonic flames.
High in the sky is the top battlefield that determines the fate of the sect.
The blue robe of the sect leader Lu Yuanqing was damaged in many places, and there was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. The long sword in his hand was dim, and he was fighting with the evil spirit of the leader of the Black Evil Sect.
The evil soul is surrounded by black energy, and its offensive is wide open. Every blow carries a strange power that corrodes the soul. It is obvious that it wants a quick victory.
Elsewhere, Elder He's face was as pale as paper. He was originally in the late stage of Nascent Soul. It was already difficult for him to face monks like Xue Yin Tong, the master of the Xue Sha Sect. At this moment, he was even more dangerous. He relied on an unyielding will to support himself. His defeat was only a matter of time.
The most despairing thing is the man in black clothes standing on the blood cloud with his hands behind his hands and an indifferent expression - the leader of the Blood Demon Sect, Xuan Ying.
The terrifying coercion in the late stage of becoming a god is like a real thing, shrouding the entire Tianji Sect, making everyone feel like a huge stone is weighing on their hearts, making them unable to breathe.
Even if the mysterious senior in the Demon Locking Tower takes action and fights Xuan Ying to the sky, causing the void to tremble, the Tianji Sect is still at an absolute disadvantage.
Because there are still nearly half of the elders in the sect, working in the direction of the forbidden area in the back mountain, trying their best to maintain a huge light screen formation to suppress the surging demonic energy.
There are monsters causing chaos inside and powerful enemies outside.
The Tianji Sect is in danger!
"Lu Yuanqing, how long are you going to fight stubbornly?" The evil soul forced Lu Yuanqing back with a palm, and said with a strange smile, "Hand over Ye Feng, and then offer half of your Tianji Sect's resources. I can make the decision and leave you with a Tianji Sect. Otherwise, after today, there will be no Tianji Sect!"
Lu Yuanqing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained the same, "Among the disciples of my Tianji Sect, only those who died in battle were not surrendered! If you want the foundation of my sect, step over my corpse!"
"Okay! You have backbone! I like to gnaw on hard bones!" The evil soul laughed ferociously, and the black energy around his body surged, turning into a ferocious devil's head, opening its bloody mouth to devour Lu Yuanqing.
At this moment, a high-pitched, ancient, and full of supreme majesty dragon roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth!
"Roar——!"
This dragon roar came from the Nine Heavens, carrying pressure that penetrated the soul, and instantly drowned out all the noise on the battlefield.
Whether it was the disciples who were fighting or the powerful god-transformer in the sky, their movements could not help but stagnate.
Everyone looked up at the source of the sound.
On the horizon in the distance, a black spot was approaching at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
What is that?
When the black spot got closer and closer, everyone could see its appearance clearly, and then, the collective fell into sluggishness.
That’s a dragon!
A huge black dragon whose entire body is covered in ink-colored scales!
The giant dragon hovered high in the sky, its once blood-red eyes, but now as deep as the starry sky, looking down at everything below indifferently.
A fear originating from the deepest part of the bloodline caused many disciples of the three major sects and the demonic monsters they drove to start to tremble. Some monsters with poor cultivation even crawled to the ground and let out a cry.
"Is... is it the Dragon Clan?" Xueyin Tong exclaimed, his eyes full of greed and shock.
The evil soul also stopped attacking and squinted his eyes to look at the sudden appearance of the black dragon, feeling startled and confused.
How come such pure-blooded dragons appear here? Friend or enemy?
The battle between Xuan Ying and the mysterious old man of Tianji Sect was also temporarily separated.
The old man looked at the black dragon with interest, "It's interesting that there are such variables."
Lu Yuanqing frowned. He couldn't figure out why a powerful dragon tribe came. Could it be the spiritual beast raised by a hidden ancestor of the sect?
Just when everyone had different thoughts and speculations, a lazy voice came from the dragon head and passed clearly into everyone's ears. "I said, you guys are having a party in front of my house, why didn't you say hello in advance? There was such a big fuss, you don't know, you thought it was a welcome ceremony for me?"
This voice!
Lu Yuanqing's eyes suddenly widened, his face filled with disbelief.
Elder He was also shocked. This cynical tone was so familiar!
The disciples of the three major sects followed the sound and saw a young man wearing a green shirt standing on top of the huge and ferocious dragon head. He was tall and tall, his clothes were rustling in the wind, and he was looking down at them with a playful smile on his face. His eyes were like looking at a group of... clowns.
"Ye...Ye Feng?"
I don't know who called out this name first, and instantly, the entire battlefield exploded.
"Impossible! Why is he here?"
"That dragon...that dragon is his mount?"
The faces of the heads of the three major sects instantly became extremely exciting.
They mobilized troops just to force Tianji Sect to hand over Ye Feng.
In the end, the real owner came back, riding a dragon in such a shocking way that was completely beyond their imagination!
This feels like a group of hunters trying their best to round up a rabbit. In the end, the rabbit was not caught, but a prehistoric giant crocodile riding a Tyrannosaurus rex rushed out of the forest.
Absurd! Outrageous!
"Hahaha... Okay! Okay! Okay!" Lu Yuanqing was stunned at first, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed. The laughter was full of joy and pride, "My Qilin'er of Tianji Sect is back!"
Although he didn't know what Ye Feng had been through in the past few months, looking at the way he appeared and the black dragon meekly letting him stand above his head, he knew that Ye Feng must have had a huge adventure!
"Xiao Hei, say hello to these uncles and aunts below." Ye Feng patted Xiao Hei's head at his feet and said with a smile.
"Roar——!"
Little Heixin understood the idea and suddenly opened his huge mouth. A black dragon's breath condensed to the extreme, like a torrent of death spurting out from the Nine Netherworld, did not attack anyone, but went straight to the densest battle formation of the three major sect alliances!
In that area, there were at least hundreds of disciples from the three major sects and dozens of monsters.
Boom——!
Wherever the dragon's breath passed, the space was burned and distorted. No matter whether it was a monk at the foundation building or golden elixir stage, they didn't even have time to scream. In the destructive power, they were instantly vaporized and evaporated, leaving not even a trace of ashes.
On the ground, a horrifying ravine that was hundreds of feet long and bottomless was plowed, and the soil at the edge of the ravine was turned black.
The power of one blow is so terrifying!
The entire battlefield instantly fell into deathly silence.
Everyone was shocked by this scene. Those disciples of the three sects who were extremely arrogant just a moment ago were looking at the abyss with black smoke. They felt a cold air from the soles of their feet to the sky. Their legs were weak and they were almost unsteady.
Ye Feng stood on top of the dragon's head and looked around. The smile on his face remained unchanged, but there was a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes.
"The welcome ceremony is over."
"Now, the party... has just begun!"