The setting sun shone, and the dark red soil soaked in blood under Chang'an City seemed to be able to bleed by a person reaching out and pulling it. The corpses piled up on the plain outside the city, and a flag with the word "Tang" was inserted obliquely on the ground.
Next to it, the broken armor was draped on the bodies of the Tang army soldiers.
The weapons that were full of gaps, the filthy spirit was slim and had broken were tightly held in their hands. The corpses of the Tang army spread from not far from Chang'an City Gate, one and two, kept spreading forward to the center of the battlefield.
Hundreds of corpses, the flag that fell in the end was still the one that fell down.
This is a corner of the entire battlefield and a part of the huge battle in which the Tang army escorted the people into the city.
The ranger dressed in a civilian clothes had no light on the flying sword in his hand, and was penetrated by three or four long spear barrels, supporting him without falling down; holding a butcher's knife, his palm-wide back made of cold iron overseas, had broken, and the butcher who was still struggling to kill before his death, was cut into two pieces by the butcher's body of the demon army beside him.
Holding the convenience shovel, he knelt on the battlefield, folded his hands and closed his eyes, and countless broken demon army entities in front of him were like a headless monk praying.
And the Taoist priest who stood behind him, with his eyes open, his blood had turned into lightning and spewed out, and the bodies of dozens of demon soldiers in front of him were like dead trees.
A dwarf with a Hu man's face, half of his body was buried in the soil, and above his head was the belly of the demon cavalry who had been ripped open by his scimitar. He was nailed to the ground by a spear on his horse. The man who had bought spells in the West City of Chang'an had dried up on his shoulders, and he had emptied his flesh and blood.
Dozens of strange melons with flesh and blood were thrown around them, trampled by horse hooves, split by knives and axes, and the flesh and blood inside splattered out, which was particularly strange.
On the battlefield, many demon army's heads rolled to the ground like the melon, and the dead shape of the head was exactly the same as that of the melon. The long sword of a demon army captain pierced the head of the Chinese character, but it was a melon with eyebrows and eyes. There was a golden light inside. There was a smile left on the corner of the Chinese character's mouth. His arm turned around with the knife and cut off his real head... Both of the heads of the demon army captain fell to the ground.
One person's face was full of crazy expressions, but the other person had a smile on his face.
Before his death, the Hu man was still holding charcoal in his mouth, and his throat had been burned to dark red like lava; a huge peacock magic weapon was surrounded by corpses, with thousands of demon soldiers corpses, with their heads broken by demon-subduing pestle, which were shocked to death by Zen singing. There were no scars on the surface, but in fact his muscles and bones had been completely shattered, and there were also corpses that were burned to death by a light and left red marks on their eyebrows.
The head of the peacock lantern, a handprint that looks like the inheritance of the Tantric Buddhism, but is full of demonic energy, is printed on the peacock magic crown, and penetrates the heart of the monk sitting cross-legged on it.
Countless silver threads fell from the mouth of the unicorn dragon snake, entangling hundreds of demon soldiers beside him, but he was burned through his head by a poisonous fire, revealing the remains of the five monks who were hidden in the abdomen of the dragon and snake, sacrificing the dragon lantern, and turning into poisonous corpses.
There was a centipede beside it, like countless insect feet on the blade that cut off countless horse legs around it. There were dozens of demon army corpses cut in half. There were countless scars on the centipede, and they were cut into meat sauce together with the people inside.
But next to these corpses, there are ten times or a hundred times the remains of the demon army. The alienated body has been carried with bone spurs and tentacles, like monster zombies. The strong evil spirit, hostility, and demonic energy make this battlefield look like the Nine Nether Demon Realm. However, when all the demon soldiers died, the demon heads and demon souls in their hearts were invisibly shocked and killed at the moment they left their bodies. The closer they got to Chang'an City, the more demon troops that were killed by the sound of the shock and killing the demon heads in their bodies.
All over the battlefield, arrows with talisman paper tied to the tails of arrows were covered. The arrows were like lively swimming fish, and were left on even the most intense and chaotic battlefields. They were almost completely mixed together. In a corpse field where the rebel army and demon army fought, about one-tenth of the demon army was killed by the arrow. The most dense arrows were, countless poisonous corpses, like a circle of the same center, fell backwards, and there were about ten thousand poisonous corpses.
And the blank dot without arrows, a short silver knife, the blade broke and lay in the dust.
The remains of several magic weapons were scattered next to the broken blade. In the direction opposite to this point, the leader of the Corpse Poison Sect reached out to point, and the Lovely Sword was nailed to the corpse of the Corpse Poison Old Demon. His corpse roared to the sky, and was torn apart by a lightning light, at least thousands of demon corpses Feifei Yang Yang's poison ashes, scattered like ashes and snowflakes, covering several miles around him.
He was the only one body, and he fell to his knees.
With a thunder sound, countless poisonous corpses turned into ashes; a thunderbolt rose, and the poisonous miasma in the sky was like cracks of silk; the last sword was like flowing light, and the life of the demon head was cut off.
At the farthest point of the battlefield, less than ten miles away from the Demon Army Tower, it is also the most tragic place. Countless magic weapons remains scattered here. Every step, a magic weapon is dispersed and falls into the dust with scars. Every ten steps forward, hundreds of demon corpses are displayed, but at the same time, hundreds of Taoist Buddhist scattered cultivators, and even the corpses of rebels who are also demon cultivators, were killed in battle.
In this area where the corpses are most densely populated, countless sword marks are scattered, and the sword marks at the core are broken, Yan Shu's armor is almost torn to pieces and destroyed, but there is the last knife mark, which cut down one of the arm of the leader of the Changsheng Sect.
The closest place to Chang'an City, under the city wall, from far to near, dozens of falling tower ships were beaten into two pieces, some were crushed in the bow, some were burning on them, and some were burning with raging sky thunder and real fire, and some were digging open on the front, as if they were penetrated by a sharp blade.
The place closest to the city wall is full of wreckage of the White Bone Tower ship, and it is piled up like a hill.
Radiating from the city tower, the strong magneto-light remains, and the light and shadow at that moment also recorded the blood sails of the white bone tower ship in the sky spread endlessly. A black and white magneto-light was released from a magnetic bottle floating on the city tower, mixed with countless thunder and sand. The thunder lightning that was so strong that even magneto-light could not be recorded flew out and destroyed half of the hundreds of tower ships.
On that city tower, seven broken strings were neatly broken, and the broken strings were thrown out, cutting off hundreds of corpses of the demon army, covering the city tower.
The magneto-optical records two figures closest to the residual magnetic field. One is Qian Chen swings his palm like a knife, breaking the strings of the piano, and the seven strings collapse like swords, slashing at the demonic shadows of dozens of old demons.
One is the back of a middle-aged scholar, facing Qian Chen, and the blank space was left when he raised his hand, breaking the remaining spiritual light from the thunder lock.
The dragon bird ring fell into dust, and cracks were everywhere on the jade ring. The Qinghong Sword broke the ban and burst out a sword light that penetrated the city tower, slashing several old demons under the sword.
The body-protecting magic treasures on their bodies were shattered together.
Further forward are dozens of figures fighting over the golden light curtain that was rising from the Chang'an formation. The countless temples in Chang'an City are the roots. The ideological power and faith of countless people in the city turn into golden smoke rising from the sky, gathering towards the temples, official temples, palaces, barracks, and even flower buildings and mansions.
The spiritual energy of the earth veins, together with the magic power of countless monks in Chang'an City, and the people's mind power surged into the sky, entering a huge mysterious formation that could not be described, and a phantom of a Taoist condensed above Chang'an City.
A spirit bead was suspended on the Taoist's chest, and with the body of the formation essence spirit, it surpassed the level of the true immortal of the Yuanshen. If it weren't for the Taoist sitting down and sucking endless demonic energy, the continuous vibration of countless gods and demons came faintly, the formation essence spirit could suppress the millions of demons.
The seven bone horned demon dragons tumbling and colliding.
Hundreds of them stretched out of the Demon Abyss, with one eye on the palm of their palms that emitted the demon light, or a big mouth with a dense sharp teeth, pulled towards the Taoist transformed by the formation Yuan Spirit.
Under the shadow of the Taoist, a stone tablet condensed by countless demonic energy was competing with the spirit pearl... Between the stone tablet and the spirit pearl, Qian Chen jumped up, and a Xuanhuang Ruyi in his hand raised his hand and slashed it out. Liuyun flew his sleeves and suppressed several magical magic weapons that were bombarding.
An old demon standing in front of him was split into a protective magic weapon by the mysterious yellow light, and then Xuan Huang Ruyi smashed it down on his head, shattering the whole person's head, stained with yellow and white, many dirty Ruyi, in Qian Chen's hands, this Ruyi was really like a bone flower, turning into countless phantoms and smashing it in all directions...
In the air, he looked at dozens of old demons, and the Black Witch Sect monks who were besieging Qian Chen with the magic sword. There were only eight skeletons on his neck, which was half missing. One of his eyes was pierced with a blood hole, and the other one showed strong and hatred, hoping to cut Qian Chen below into pieces.
Li Linfu beside him controlled the Great Heavenly Demon Monument and vaguely opposed the Shangqing Pearl in the Chang'an Formation. But at least half of his attention was focused on Qian Chen below.
Chapter completed!