Watching countless evil spirits attack, especially those from the Immortal Society.
This mysterious force mainly pursues immortality and likes to gather many lonely ghosts for research.
I had already seen it in the Yin Yang Gate.
This time we came for reinforcements and actually brought three thousand evil ghosts with us.
These evil ghosts are much more powerful than those cultivated by the dark demonic forces.
Having straw as their bodies makes them more ferocious.
The Amaterasu Alliance has a small number of people, only about a hundred people.
But these are all Japanese Onmyoji, and their strength cannot be underestimated.
Proficient in ninjutsu and extremely capable of assassination.
Among the crowd, I even saw Aoi and Hikawa Kojiro, the Onmyoji of the Jiuju faction who fought against me in the alliance.
But our Taoist Alliance did not retreat even when faced with three thousand evil ghosts.
"Damn it, let's fight!"
"Destroy the demon!"
"Fight to uphold the law of heaven and defend the law."
"Let me break this dog's eye with a charm."
"..."
The melee started again, this time even more brutal.
Because of the numerical oppression, many fellow Taoists died as martyrs.
However, even if a martyred fellow Taoist spirit appears after death, he will continue to fight until his soul is gone.
Fight, fight, fierce battle.
I, Lao Mo, Uncle Shi, Qiu Xi, and Xiao Yao formed a small group and kept fighting on the battlefield.
Wandering outside the black demon leader.
As long as there is a chance, we will go up and kill him without hesitation.
Time passed little by little, and the sky was already dark.
But the moon tonight is a rare red moon.
It seems to foreshadow the tragedy of this time...
And I also met my original opponents on the battlefield, Aoi and Hikawa Kojiro from the Jiuju faction.
The last time we met, we had a friendly discussion.
This time they met, they were enemies of life and death.
"Qin Zejun, do you still remember my mother?"
Hikawa Kojiro said in blunt Chinese.
I sneered:
"I can't remember your mother!"
"idiot!"
The other party was angry, raised his sword and roared:
"Three Illusions, Sword Style Slash!"
Looking at him, I was about to take action.
As a result, Lao Mo took a step forward:
"I'll deal with him, it's a dog's day."
After saying that, Lao Mo's whole body was pulsing with electric arcs, and he struck with an axe:
"Thunder Technique, Five Thunder Slashes."
"Boom!"
There was a loud bang and lightning flashed.
Hikawa Kojiro, who was even overwhelming me at the beginning, was now knocked away by Lao Mo's lightning technique.
Because after so long, his cultivation has only improved a little, and he has only reached the realm of true light.
But Lao Mo, his cultivation has been stabilized in the realm of true light.
"What a loser from Jiuju's sect, but he dares to come to our Middle-earth and act recklessly."
Lao Mo opened his mouth and ran over to kill him.
And that Aoi is currently targeted by Xia Qiuxi.
The opponent's strength is illusion, but in such a large-scale battle, it is very difficult to perform illusion.
The results can be imagined.
Two Onmyoji who came from afar fell here.
Hikawa Kojiro's soul was trampled under the feet of Lao Mo.
He begged in panic, but Lao Mo was completely indifferent and stepped on it with force, causing his soul to fly away.
Aoi's soul was swallowed up by a Northeastern fairy among the rebels.
The smell of blood spread on the battlefield.
An unprecedented tragic scene.
Finally, the Black Demon Cult Leader was defeated by Master Cangsong. His arm was cut off with a sword and kicked away again.
Uncle Master and Master Qishang, seeing this good opportunity, rushed forward and hacked him to death.
When I was about to kill his soul.
However, his soul flew away with a "whoosh" and was sucked to the tall altar in the distance.
But even so, it has boosted our morale.
The Taoist friends were excited again and again. The opponent with the strongest strength was killed and his soul escaped.
It once again indicates that victory is about to appear.
However, when everyone is happy.
On the Black Devil Altar in the distance, two figures appeared one behind the other.
And the black demon leader who had escaped actually knelt in front of the figure at the front.
Many people were stunned to see such a scene.
"Who is that?"
"The Dark Demon Cult Leader actually knelt down on him?"
"Could it be that there is a stronger existence?"
"..."
But when I looked at that figure, I felt familiar.
In addition, what Qingdai said last night, as well as Qingdai and the bottomless old mother, have not appeared now.
I vaguely guessed who it was.
The mastermind behind the Nether Cult and the source of darkness.
The real big boss, the new emperor, Wang Mang.
As soon as the figure appeared, he exuded a violent aura.
The demon cultivators from the Black Demon Sect saw this and shouted:
"Long live the Dark One!"
"Long live the Dark One!"
"Long live the Dark One!"
"..."
And the figure took a step forward.
His whole body trembled, and the black energy dispersed.
It turned out to be a burly man wearing a dragon robe.
The man's eyes were red, looking down at the battlefield:
"Your emperor is back."
That aura was invincible, overwhelming the whole place, and making everyone on the battlefield tremble with fear.
But then, many people started to curse.
"I bother!"
"Where did you come from, you dare to call yourself the emperor?"
"The feudal dynasty has been over a long time ago, and there are still people who are still dreaming of being emperors."
"..."
Accompanied by loud curses.
He just said coldly:
"Great Imperial Master!"
The dark figure behind him knelt directly on the ground:
"His Majesty!"
"Let the undead army attack and kill everyone."
His voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the battlefield, and his invincible momentum made people feel heart-stopping.
The dark figure kneeling in front of him nodded immediately:
"promise!"
After saying that, he stood up and showed his true body.
He is an old man in black wearing a robe, with the word "National Master" on his chest.
That costume is from the Netherworld Cult.
The word "National Master" should be Wang Mang's lackey, the Netherworld Master who controls the Nether Sect. He was previously called the "Great National Master" by Taoist Crow.
He scanned the battlefield, raised the staff in his hand, and roared:
"The Army of the Undead, attack!"
In an instant, the war drums sounded.
"Dong dong dong, dong dong dong..."
The sound was dull, and every sound seemed to be beating on the heart.
The yin energy soaring into the sky appears after arriving at the altar.
Immediately afterwards, seven ghost generals appeared on war horses.
Behind them are rows of ghost soldiers, holding spears and armor.