Chapter 134 All Out

"Princess, is this the Xiaoyaoer you often talk about?"

On a high mountain far away from the battlefield, a group of people were standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the battlefield below.

Among this group of people was Xiaoyaoer's aunt Xuan, Si Jinxuan, whom Xiaoyaoer had not seen for a long time.

"After not seeing her for so long, Xiaoyaoer dared to run out alone, and even made such a big move." Si Jinxuan's face, which had not smiled for a long time, showed a trace of tenderness.

She had not seen Xiaoyaoer for a long time, and she had missed her a lot.

Now that she finally saw Xiaoyaoer again, she must pinch Xiaoyaoer's cheeks later. She hadn't pinched them for a long time, and she really missed the touch.

"Xiaoyaoer is really cute!"

A maid next to Si Jinxuan said as she looked at Xiaoyaoer with shining eyes.

"Xiaoyaoer is more than cute..."

Si Jinxuan said, staring at the battlefield below.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw those mysterious people in black rushing towards Xiao Yaoer not far in front of her.

In the sky, the white Soul Devouring Orb was still shedding white light.

These white lights were still shedding towards the castle below, and the Soul Devouring Clan still wanted to take Xiao Yaoer's soul out.

However, the spinning straw hat was still blocking the power of the Soul Devouring Clan.

The strong men of the Soul Devouring Clan had ferocious faces, and they urged their strength again and again, trying to break through the barrier of the straw hat, but every attempt was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no effect.

Their roars and unwillingness echoed between heaven and earth, but they could only watch their prey approaching but unable to reach it.

After trying several times again, they still couldn't attack Xiao Yaoer and others, and then they set their sights on Dulang and others.

Dulang and his men were slaughtering innocent 100,000 troops wantonly, and the air was filled with thick blood and despair.

Dulang and his companions, due to their recent large-scale devouring of monster flesh and blood, have become the feared killing gods on the battlefield.

On the battlefield stained red with blood, the sunset was like blood, reflecting a tragic and desperate picture.

Even though the 100,000-man army was exhausted, they were still not afraid of the stage. The iron hooves roared, surging like a tide, and every drum was like the low moan of the god of death, shaking every inch of land.

There were only more than 100 people including Dulang. They were like lone wolves on an isolated island, facing an almost impossible enemy, but their eyes burned with unyielding flames.

But human power is limited. There were only more than 100 of them in the 100,000-man army. Even if they killed, they didn't know how long they would kill.

They knew that even if they tried their best and wielded the swords in their hands, every swing was accompanied by the disappearance of life, but they were just a drop in the ocean and could not shake this huge enemy.

Sweat and blood intertwined, blurring their vision, but they did not retreat, because the big boss and others were staring at them behind them, and they were not waste.

However, at this moment of despair, the situation of the war quietly changed.

Those mysterious black-clad men from the aristocratic families were like ghosts in the night. They knew very well that this 100,000-strong army was a force that the aristocratic families had spent countless resources and efforts on. How could they allow Dulang and others to slaughter them at will?

Their movements were swift and tacit, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times. Every black shadow contained a deadly murderous intent. The air was filled with a heavy murderous atmosphere, and the atmosphere on the battlefield instantly became tense and depressing.

They knew that this battle was not only about victory or defeat, but also about the glory and future of the aristocratic families.

So, they rushed towards Dulang and others regardless of everything. Every time they fought, there was a fierce collision and roar, as if they were going to tear the world apart.

Every time those black-clad men from the aristocratic families attacked, they would injure a brother behind Dulang.

This scene made Dulang and others tear their eyes out. These brothers had followed him for so long, and even if they didn't die, they would be heartbroken if they were injured.

"Boom boom boom..."

Just then.

In the night sky in the distance, a thunderous roar suddenly exploded, like the roar of an ancient giant beast awakening, shaking every inch of the air and startling everyone present.

Above the sky, there was a huge flying boat, shaped like a phoenix with its wings spread out, covering half of the sky. The gems inlaid on it shone brightly under the sunlight, emitting a dazzling light.

The flying boat slowly approached this side.

On the flying boat, there were shadowy figures, all of them were children of noble families dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes. They were either standing on the side of the ship or gathering on the deck, chatting and laughing, revealing extraordinary temperament and profound heritage.

Each of these people from noble families seemed to be aristocrats walking out of ancient scrolls, showing nobility and elegance in their every move. Their arrival undoubtedly added a bit of mystery and dignity to this land.

This flying boat is a flying treasure left over from the ancient times. The method of refining it has long been lost. Only in those hidden caves and blessed places can one occasionally get a clue.

In the vast land of Xia Country, those who can own and control such flying treasures, in addition to those aristocratic families with profound heritage, are those standing tall and powerful sects and supreme royal families.

As the flying boat gradually approached, the people on the ground looked up, their eyes full of curiosity.

There was an indescribable tension and expectation in the air, as if the whole world was holding its breath at this moment, waiting for everything that was about to happen next.

The flying boat slowly stopped above the castle.

As the flying boat stopped, several men in gorgeous clothes slowly appeared, and a strong aura permeated.

These were the heads of the eight major families.

They actually came here directly.

The heads of the eight major families, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with fluttering sleeves, could not hide the greedy green light in their eyes like wolves. They were like ancient pines that had stood for thousands of years, but they were more arrogant than ancient pines, looking down at Xiao Yaoer and Lin Ruo below.

The hearts of these heads of families had long been devoured by the flames of greed. They had already known from the family's reply that Xiao Yaoer was a treasure.

For this reason, the eight major families did not hesitate to come out in full force. The heads of the families led the team personally, followed by the most elite disciples of the family. They all had extraordinary cultivation and fierce momentum, like a group of tigers coming down the mountain, vowing to turn this valley into their possession.

They have only one goal - to take the treasure for themselves and not let any other forces get involved, even the fierce barbarians, the weird soul-eating tribe, or the vampires who came from afar, can't even think of getting a little bit of it.

The air was filled with tension and depression, as if even breathing became heavy.

The heads of the eight major families were thinking in their hearts that once the treasure was in their hands, it would be the end of those outsiders.

A cold smile appeared on the corners of their mouths, as if they had already seen the scene of the treasure in their hands.

Although the ancestors of the Yunshen Realm of their families could not beat a puppet, who said that there was only one Yunshen Realm strongman in their families.

On the flying boat, there was still an ancestor of the Dharma Realm.