Zhang Han was among the rebellious troops, holding a Dragon Xiang sword in his hand. The sword energy was swaying like rain, constantly harvesting the heads of the Qin army.

Yes, Qin Jun.

The enemy didn't know what means they used. Any comrade who was stained with blood mist would go crazy in a few breaths and chop off their comrades' heads with weapons.

Even the secret guards who had undergone the most rigorous training could not withstand this strange influence, and many people were killed by Zhang Han himself.

Killing his comrades and subordinates, Zhang Han experienced an unprecedented spiritual shock in a short period of time.

"Haaah~"

The strength of the Dacheng Realm made him the most dazzling presence on the battlefield, and a steady stream of beasts and birds came towards him to kill him.

"Ah ah!"

When ~

Zhang Han was shaken by the collision. He saw that the other person was a somewhat familiar person. In an instant, he was clever.

"Kill~" Long Xiang's sword slashed down without mercy.

This sword failed, but fortunately it did not succeed.

Dong Yi gathered all his strength and shouted at Zhang Han: "Get out quickly, or it will be too late if you don't leave!"

Zhang Han suddenly woke up. At this time, the army formation had already collapsed. The soldiers were fighting on their own. Facing the enemy's suicide attacks and witchcraft, flying in the sky and running on the ground, the situation was completely one-sided.

There was no time to hesitate, Zhang Han immediately joined forces with Dong Yi, and the two retreated backwards, fighting and running while trying their best to gather the remaining soldiers.

…

The Demon Lord stood on the back of a black eagle, overlooking the battlefield in full bloom, and laughed heartily when he saw the Qin army retreating steadily under his own offensive.

"Hahaha, how can a foolish person know the power of the devil?"

The giant fusang tree was right in front of him, and his eight-hundred-year-long cherished wish was about to be fulfilled. He looked at the golden-red giant tree on the top of the back mountain, and the phoenix eyes flashed with thunder.

"The Yin Yang family and the mountain ghosts should also take action."

…

In the back mountain, under the giant hibiscus tree, the old priest's figure is small and thin, almost undetectable from a distance.

"Misfortune lies where blessings depend, and blessing lies where misfortune lies. We have been guarding it for thousands of years, whether it is disaster or new life. Alas~"

A sigh fell to the ground, and the golden branches and leaves of the giant hibiscus tree swayed gently, seeming to express some kind of emotion.

"Come out, outsider, the stench of your soul is too much for me to bear."

The old priest's attitude suddenly changed, his white eyebrows and beard flew up, his old eyes opened slightly, and he exuded fierce power in the chaos.

"Hehehe, brother, has anyone ever told you how taboo it is to use such adjectives to describe a woman?"

A soft and ethereal female voice came, and the mountain top suddenly became violently windy and rainy.

The mountain ghost fell from the clouds, with a jade body and green clothes. Its naked feet stepped on the light rain, and a touch of gauze wetted its legs. It looked charming.

The old priest narrowed his eyes, and the look of disgust on his face became thicker and thicker, "It seems that you are the support of the evil people outside. If you dare to offend me in Shushan, you can stay here forever."

Facing the enemy, needless to say, the old priest directly used witchcraft, and a blue water curtain stretched to the sky and the earth, covering the entire back mountain.

"This is a witchcraft formation. Brother, my Yin Yang family is also quite good at this, so why not just let's learn from each other." The mountain ghost didn't panic at all when he saw the other party forming a formation, and even teased him with a strange thought.

She randomly gathered a giant vine with one hand, swept the branches, cracked the ground and shattered rocks, and directly attacked the Fuso Sacred Tree.

The old priest twitched his white eyebrows and ducked in front of the tree, "The Wind of Unforgiveness."

The giant vines that came were eroded by the strong wind and turned into fly ash and completely dispersed.

"The wind of no forgiveness moves in all directions."

The old priest then moved his hand, and a bright red staff flew into his hand from nowhere, and the power of the spell was doubled.

The smile on the mountain ghost's face faded, and he formed a seal with his hands, "Three beauties on the mountain, Shi Lei and Ge Man."

She cast her Yin Yang technique, causing the mountain to tremble and roar, shooting up countless rubbles, and vines rising to the sky, strangling all the way forward.

Two masters of the Heaven and Human Realm fought each other on the top of the mountain, and rumbling tremors rippled through the sky and the earth, spreading to the Shushan Mountains.

The Qin army, which was desperately resisting the crazy incoming enemy, was inside the Shushan Mountains when they suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure coming from the air, and their combat effectiveness was suddenly weakened by three levels.

At this moment, the defense completely collapsed, and the Demon Lord led his tribe straight to the back mountain. The master of the Heavenly Realm of the Shushan Wu Clan was held back. As long as he found the entrance to Yu Yuan's seal, everything would be over.

"Evildoers, suffer death!"

Xing Wu's roar was like a muffled drum, hitting the hearts of the devil's followers. He rushed towards him, his feet and fists condensing dark green cyclones.

The iron fist rushed through the ground, and the fierce energy penetrated dozens of feet. The enemies along the way were instantly shattered and unable to get up again.

When the Demon Lord saw this burly man, his phoenix eyes flashed, and he looked shocked, "It's you, you're not dead."

The last time they fought, he remembered that he had beaten this strong man with bruises all over his body, and even the demonic energy penetrated his body, but this guy was still alive?

"wrong!"

The question now is not why this guy is alive at all, but why he is on the battlefield as a senior official in Shushan? Didn't the Qin people imprison them all?

Xing Wu stared at the Demon Lord, his eyes widened like gongs, and he stepped deeply into the mountain with his bare feet. A barbaric spirit was rising sharply.

Tengnuo fighting skills, "shake the sky!"

The sky-shaking punch reappeared, and the Demon Lord couldn't bear to think in shock and hurriedly parried.

Just as the two collided, Nongyu, who was at the command post, plucked the strings with his jade fingers.

An ice sword and harp poem echoed from halfway up the mountain. A strange scene appeared on this battlefield, with snowflakes flying away and frozen clouds like weaving.

The High Priest of Shushan led all the members of the Wu Clan Priesthood, Priest Yinren and his disciples Zan Jiuxuan and Zan Jiuhao. They all joined forces to activate the spell, and the great formation of annihilation rose, and huge flowers bloomed in the sky.

The flowers shed endless green light spots, like a net, and in more than ten breaths, the entire Shu Mountain was enveloped.

The fighting on the battlefield came to a brief lull.

Zhang Han noticed the changes between heaven and earth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and touched the corner of his mouth, "That is, the technique to restrain the enemy, finally..."

Near the field of vision, a ferocious jackal was rolling on the ground. Suddenly a long sword stretched out from the side and beat it to the ground without any delay.

The crazy Qin soldiers who were stained by the withered marrow blood curse seemed to be no longer so agile in this green net, and the blood evil aura on their bodies had also become much weaker.

"Shushan witchcraft, cough cough~"

Zhang Han held on to Long Xiang's sword, and after a brief moment of waiting, he took the lead in boosting morale, "Counterattack, right now, kill with me~"

"Kill~"

"Kill~"

Suppressed by the great annihilation formation, the birds and beasts infected by the demonic energy lost their physical strength and no longer posed a threat.

There are only about a thousand Demon God believers. After experiencing those suicide attacks, the main elite combat strength is only about five to six hundred. And these five to six hundred people are also affected by the annihilation formation, resulting in poor performance of their strength.

The situation of the war turned around.

…

The Demon Lord sealed Xing Wu's fists with both fists, and the explosive lightning climbed onto the latter's arms. After a muffled sound, Xing Wu's body flew out upside down.

"Array of Annihilation, you, you!"

It is simply impossible for the people of Qin to use this ancient technique that has been passed down for thousands of years to this extent in such a short period of time.
Chapter completed!