I may be a fake fairy

Gathering the Twelve Earth Demons requires a lot of blood sacrifices. Before the capture of the Great Wilderness City, it is impossible to find so many human races to sacrifice, so the only way is to let the barren people of the major tribes sacrifice.

The siege during the day had caused the major tribes to lose a large number of barren people, but this was far from enough. To unite the Twelve Earth Demons would require tens or even hundreds of times the blood sacrifice of life.

The patriarchs of the major tribes knew that this time there would be no way to be kind, and whoever dared to disobey orders would be the first to be destroyed.

The twelve disha formation flags are in the hands of twelve powerful desolate people, each of whom is at least in the Nascent Soul realm. Once the night's battle begins, these twelve desolate people will plant the twelve formation flags on the battlefield Four weeks, the more creatures that die at that time, the stronger the Earth Sha will be condensed.

As night fell, the battlefield that had been silent for a long time broke out again with the sound of fierce fighting.

A desolate man rushed towards the Great Desolation City with golden light surging from his whole body. The golden battle pattern condensed unrivaled power. With one punch, hundreds of formations shattered.

"Boom!" A section of the Great Wilderness City's wall immediately collapsed.

Great Wilderness, broken!

The immortal cultivators in the Great Desolate City have been guarding against the night attacks of the desolate people, and they have not let up in the slightest, but they never thought that it would be the desolate people in the Nascent Soul Realm who would make the move.

One punch, just one punch, all the formations in the Great Wilderness City were destroyed.

"Where is the formation master, quickly repair the formation!"

"Spirit cannons bombarded indiscriminately, and suppressed this desolate person in the Nascent Soul Realm. We must persist until the ancestors of the Nascent Soul come!" A Jindan cultivator from the Heavenly Dao Sect shouted.

"Waiting for support? You can't wait any longer!" A black shadow suddenly appeared behind the Golden Core cultivator, and a black dagger pierced his heart. When the dagger was stirred, the Golden Core cultivator's heart shattered instantly .

"You...you... Nascent Soul!" The Golden Core cultivator looked at this black shadow in disbelief, and it turned out to be another barren man in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Could it be that these desolate people are crazy? The start of the war mobilized two desolate people in the Nascent Soul Realm.

The formation masters in the Great Wilderness City were all decapitated before they had time to repair the formations. It was the barren people of the Shadow Tribe who did it. At the moment when the city wall collapsed, thousands of shadow barren people sneaked into the Great Deserted City through the darkness. , Their primary target is these formation masters.

Without these formation masters, the formations in the Great Wilderness City would not be able to be repaired, and the barren people would be able to drive straight in. Once close combat, these immortal cultivators would not be their opponents at all.

"Let's go!" Zi Xiaotian, who was about to escort Ouyang Tian and the others out of the Great Wilderness City, suddenly changed his face, and the purple flying sword came out of its sheath.

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound in the darkness, and a black sharp blade blocked Zi Xiaotian's flying sword.

"Shadow tribe, born assassin!" Zi Xiaotian frowned.

"Purple Shadow Guard, the power secretly cultivated by the Ziqi Immortal Sect, it is said that the most outstanding disciples of the Ziqi Immortal Sect will eventually join the Purple Shadow Guard!" A slender figure stepped out of the darkness.

"Female!" Ouyang Tian, ​​who was guarded by dozens of purple shadow guards in the center, was stunned.

But Ouyang Tian didn't dare to underestimate this barren woman, the aura of this barren woman was terrifying, she was indeed a barren man in Nascent Soul Realm!

"You guys go first, I'll stop this woman!" Zi Xiaotian asked the remaining Ziying Guards to escort Ouyang Tian and his party to go first.

"Want to leave? How can it be so simple, all of you will die here today!" The barren woman yelled, and dense black shadows surrounded Ouyang Tian and the others.

Ouyang Tian's face changed slightly, why do you feel that these barren people are all here for them?

Ouyang Tian glanced at the half-dead Luo Wan. Could it be this kid who caused the trouble?

"Aren't you going to rob the Shadow Tribe?" Ouyang Tian couldn't help asking.

Tang Po shook his head: "No, we don't even know where the Shadow Tribe is."

"Huh, that's good!" Ouyang Tian breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't for him.

"Breakout!" Zi Xiaotian yelled, and the purple flying sword in his hand shone brightly.

"Purple Shadow Ten Thousand Sword Art!" In an instant, a purple sword glow descended from the sky, mercilessly beheading the desolate people in front of them, killing a bloody path for Ouyang Tian and the others.

"Looking for death!" The barren woman in Nascent Soul Realm rushed towards Zi Xiaotian, and the black sharp blade in her hand pierced Zi Xiaotian's throat.

The people of the Shadow Tribe are born killers, and the night is their battlefield. Tangtang Yuanying is not easy to deal with a small golden core.

"Clang!" However, the purple flying sword suddenly turned back to block the female barren man's sharp blade.

"Pfft!" Suddenly, the barren woman's right arm hurt, her skin was cut open, and blood dripped down from her handwriting.

The female barren man's pupils shrank: "Divided swordsmanship!"

"Ding ding ding!" As soon as the words fell, hundreds of purple flying swords trapped her, forcing her to resist with all her strength.

"Break it!" The sharp blade in the hand of the barren woman slashed out, the purple flying sword shattered, and a black glow hit Zi Xiaotian's chest.

"Bang!" The aura shattered, and Zi Xiaotian's body took a step back.

"Clatter!" A pile of debris fell from Zi Xiaotian's chest.

"Is the eighth-level Huangpin's heart protection mirror only able to withstand one blow? It is worthy of being a desolate man in the Nascent Soul Realm. It is really powerful!" Zi Xiaotian grinned, and there was faint blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.