The Magical Blacksmith

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The Ten Thousand Immortals League is ruthless, but Zhang Ye is even more ruthless.

Han Ling'er and Murong Hongzhuang understood Zhang Ye's thoughts, and without hesitation, they immediately conveyed the order.

The dragon clan from all over the world summoned floods, the demonic masters were full of evil spirits, the demon clan's army ruled the world, the righteous masters' magic weapons were like rain, and the fierce beasts from a hundred thousand mountains rampaged...

On the side of the Feishengtai camp, no longer hold back, the Eight Immortals across the sea showed their magical powers and killed the enemy with all their strength. The monks of the League of Ten Thousand Immortals were like paper, retreating steadily.

Han Linger, Murong Hongzhuang, Four Seas Dragon Emperor and other top masters attacked the ancestors of the four major sects of the Ten Thousand Immortals League, and the ancestors of the four major sects shouted: "Good time!"

The Taoist artifacts also mastered by the Ten Thousand Immortals League include the Subduing Demon Pestle, the Star Abacus, and the Bright Knife. They smashed them hard, and the Taoist artifacts Suzaku Seal and Donghuang Bell mastered by the Feishengtai camp greeted them. By the way, although the Donghuang Bell Ling was beheaded by Zhang Ye, and his power was greatly reduced, but he could barely use it as a Taoist weapon.

In addition to the treasures of the Four Seas Dragon Clan and several top-grade holy artifacts, the level of top-level magic weapons is evenly matched.

Immediately afterwards, the top monks also launched a close combat.

In fact, there are not so many ostentatious duels between masters, and the moves are fatal. Usually, the winner can be determined within three or two moves, so in the sky, from time to time, dead monks will fall down from time to time, just like dumplings, smashing to the ground. ring.

War is cruel, and some contradictions can only be resolved by war. Although both sides are fighting for their beliefs, in the final analysis, there are also justice and evil.

Seeing this scene, although Zhang Ye was shocked, he was also full of fighting spirit, but his cultivation would not be of much help to kill the enemy, so he held the divine weapon Zhan Lingjian, rode the beast king pangolin, fled into the void, and waited for the opportunity to kill The Taoist artifact of the League of Immortals.

First, Zhang Ye found an opportunity to escape from the void of the central Taoist tool, the Star Abacus, and killed its tool spirit with a single sword.

The Shangxuan Taoist of Xuanji Pavilion lost contact with Xingchen Abacus, and his face turned pale with fright, he shook off the enemy and rushed towards Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye subdued the abacus of the stars, and didn't even look at the Shangxuan Taoist who rushed over. The Shangxuan Taoist was ecstatic in his eyes, thinking that Zhang Ye was careless, and his hands contained the power of thunder: "Die to me!"

With a flash of white shadow, A'Hua stood in front of Zhang Ye, and palmed the Shangxuan Taoist, A'hua retreated three feet, and the Shangxuan Taoist retreated three feet.

The Shangxuan Taoist looked at A'hua in disbelief: "It's you? Why are you alive again!"

After thousands of years, the Shangxuan Taoist still recognized Ah Hua, and he would remember all the prey that died in his hands, just like Ah Hua could never forget his hatred for the Shangxuan Taoist.

Ah Hua's eyes were bloodshot: "It's rare that you can still remember me!" As soon as the words fell, Ah Hua turned into a phantom and killed Shang Xuan Taoist.

Today's Shangxuan Taoist has just broken through to become the patriarch of a catastrophe, but Ahua is a top-grade holy weapon, a half-step weapon, and has two great skills of concealment and transformation, so there is no need to be afraid!

The Taoist of Shangxuan took a few steps back, and he found that Ah Hua had disappeared, not only disappeared from the naked eye, but even the spiritual sense could not perceive it!

Just when the Shangxuan Taoist was on guard, there was a puff, the Shangxuan Taoist's face turned pale, he looked at his chest in disbelief, a hand came out from behind, what a white and beautiful hand.

But this is not the point. The point is that he is holding a bloody heart that is still beating. The Taoist Shangxuan is even a little puzzled, whose heart is this?

"Your heart is made of meat after all!" Ah Hua's voice, cold, sounded behind Shangxuan Taoist.

The Shangxuan Taoist looked terrified, and murmured: "My heart?" As he spoke, he wanted to grab the heart back, but Ah Hua exerted strength in his hand, and with a puff, the heart shattered, splashing the Shangxuan Taoist. face blood.

"Since it's made of meat, why are you so cruel that you can even kill unborn children!" A'hua roared with blood and tears in her eyes.

If the Taoists of Shangxuan lose their heart, even if they are powerful in one calamity, they will not live long, and they will not be so afraid of dying.

The Shangxuan Taoist turned his head and looked at Ah Hua, just as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out of his mouth like a spring.

But the Taoist of Shangxuan said with a bloody smile: "Humans and dragons have different paths, this is the way of heaven, for the sake of the way of heaven, a hundred deaths will have no regrets!"

The Taoist of Shangxuan continued to have a face like bronzing gold, holding A'hua's hand tightly, preparing to blow himself up and die with Ahua, the Taoist of Shangxuan looked crazy: "You have died in my hands once, and I will kill you again!"

Ah Hua could stop the Shangxuan Taoist before he blew himself up, but he didn't do so. If a monk blew himself up, he would be completely annihilated, completely annihilated in the world, which couldn't be better.

The moment the Shangxuan Taoist blew himself up, A'hua turned into a bone knife: "Then for your Dao, let's destroy all souls."

A bone knife came out from the back of the heart, and the Taoist Shangxuan looked at the cut hand with a confused face, it was still a knife?

The Shangxuan Taoist broke his head and didn't understand how the knife could be transformed into a human being, but he had no time to think, and the explosion exploded, and the ancestor of the catastrophe blew himself up, instantly clearing out the monks for miles around.

Zhang Ye put away the star abacus, looked towards the center of the explosion, a bone knife flew towards him, and Zhang Ye held it in his hand: "How does revenge feel?"

"Very good." A'hua was neither overjoyed nor disappointed, and replied very flatly.

Zhang Ye knew why Ah Hua was like this. Now that he had completed his obsession, there was no need to waste any more expressions on it. The lost wife and children could be remembered, but the lost hatred, let him go with the wind.

"Let's go, kill someone." Ah Hua couldn't wait, interrupting Zhang Ye's thinking.

"Alright." Zhang Ye smiled, swung the bone knife, and beheaded one piece after another of the Ten Thousand Immortals League monks.

This battle consumes quickly, but it will not end for a while. The reason for describing it this way is because the number of monks on both sides is too large. Although countless monks die every moment, there are more monks stepping on their corpses and going forward.

This is a catastrophe in the Cultivation Continent, but neither side has stopped fighting, only fighting because of their beliefs.

Zhang Ye took the time to kill the Northern Territory Dao Artifact, the Subduing Demon Pestle. So far, it was even more difficult for the Ten Thousand Immortals League to resist the Feishengtai camp. Their number of monks dropped sharply, to none in ten.

"Everyone stop!" Suddenly, the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Immortals League shouted in unison, spreading throughout the battlefield.

Under Zhang Ye's instruction, the Flying Ascension Platform faction also gradually stopped fighting. Some cultivators were so red-eyed that they couldn't stop at all.

Whether it is the monks of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance or the Ascension Platform camp, their bodies are covered with dirty blood and flesh, both their own and others'. If they hadn't been panting heavily, no one would know that they were still alive.

Surrounded by the high-level executives of Feishengtai, Zhang Ye stood in front of the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Immortals League: "Surrender or go to war, I will accompany you to the end!"

Although Zhang Ye gave the order to kill them all, Zhang Ye is still willing to give them a chance if the Ten Thousand Immortals League surrenders. After all, there are enough killings.

The ancestors of the Ten Thousand Immortals League looked at the corpses all over the place with lingering fear in their eyes. No matter how ruthless the executioner was, he would feel moved when he saw such a scene of mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

They were indeed a little afraid of being killed when they called to stop, but the main reason was that they had completed the Ascension Plan!

The ancestors of the Ten Thousand Immortals League became ecstatic again: "Zhang Ye, you lost after all, the Ascension Project has been successfully completed!"

This voice rolled like thunder, and monks from both camps heard it.

The only surviving monks in the Ten Thousand Immortals League felt relieved and sat down on the ground, regardless of the flesh and blood sitting under their buttocks, they didn't want to fight anymore.

The monks in the Feishengtai camp had desolate eyes. When the battle started, they had thought of this result, but evil finally defeated justice, and they were very uncomfortable in their hearts.

It's like two food vendors, one serves customers with real ingredients, and the other uses rat meat and rotten meat mixed with seasonings to make delicious snacks. The former closed down because of its high cost and high price. The profiteer who cheated and cheated at the expense of the health of his customers has grown in business.

Even many years later, this profiteer will still laugh at the stupid good businessman, because history only remembers the winner.

The Feishengtai camp and the Ten Thousand Immortals League camp are similar to this scenario. No matter how righteous the starting point of the Feishengtai camp is and how hard it is, history will only remember the credit for the completion of the Ascension Plan by the Ten Thousand Immortals League! As for the dark side of the Ascension Project, it will be selectively forgotten by human beings, just like the Great Wall in the mortal world. People will only see its stalwart, praise its creator and achievements, but cannot see the death to build the Great Wall Countless wronged souls!

Therefore, the monks in the Feishengtai camp felt very aggrieved and unwilling, and many of them burst into tears.

Looking at the mournful Feishengtai camp, the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Immortals League smiled brighter and brighter. Their faces were like those who cheated and got good grades, laughing at those who studied honestly.

However, Zhang Ye did not change his face, and said coldly: "Where is the Gate of Ascension?"

"Okay, I'll let you lose to your heart's content!" A certain ancestor of the Guangming Sect stood up and explained to his sect what happened after his death. Machine, ready to lift Xia Feisheng.

The power of this old ancestor was so surging that it could no longer be accommodated by this world. The heaven and earth sensed it and began to reject this old ancestor.

The ancestor felt that he was about to leave this world, so he laughed and said, "My seat, Duan Zhangguo, as the first immortal to ascend to the upper realm in ten thousand years, don't miss me too much, haha!"

His disciples cheered a few times, but at this moment, there was a loud bang and a thunderbolt from the clear sky, blowing up this ancestor to ashes.

He did leave this world, but he did not ascend to the upper realm, but died. All the monks in the audience were stupefied.

Zhang Ye's face was still very cold, and he asked, "Where's your Ascension Gate?!"

The monks of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance trembled all over, their eyes filled with disbelief, and another ancestor stepped forward: "I'm coming!"

This ancestor also explained the funeral, and the sky rose, and when his aura reached its peak, another thunderbolt struck, and the ancestor followed in the footsteps of Duan Zhanggou, and was wiped out.

There was deathly silence on the Ten Thousand Immortals League, and the Ascension Platform camp didn't laugh at them, because the Ascension Plan had buried countless wronged souls, and the Ten Thousand Immortals League was not ridiculed because it took the light of those dead souls.

But why are those countless dead souls whipping and mocking the hearts of the monks of the Ten Thousand Immortals League?

Many monks from the Ten Thousand Immortals Union felt that their ears were filled with questions and went crazy on the spot. There are also people who can't bear this kind of inner torture, shouted, and committed suicide to death.