However, a young girl stood up with a trembling body, "How about the death and injury of the tribe members?" She half-beared her body, and blood was dripping from her body. Black water had already spread across his waist. Black Torrent seemed to want to sweep it away. "I--" Leng Qing was swept away by Black Soar in full view of everyone. Please use it to visit this site.
"Leng Qing--" Leng Ling and others had already gone away, and their injuries were not light, so they tried to save them. As for Yan Rulie, they were also in a mess and struggled in the torrent.
"Xiaoran--" Lengqing's eyelids became heavier. At the last moment of squinting, a light flashed in front of her eyes, and then she fainted...
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Time flies, I don’t know how long it has passed and how long it has passed.
Leng Qing's eyes lit up. The light might not be so obvious, but she still noticed that it was the brilliance of the bonfire.
"Hmm?" After opening her eyes, she still looked around in confusion, and then she saw a familiar figure and a familiar face.
He looked at her, "Awaken?" Leng Xiaoran suddenly said these two words for some reason. He never liked to talk nonsense.
"Yeah." In her eyes, it seemed that he was the only one.
"Ahem--" However, the cough at this time made Leng Qing come to her senses.
Leng Qing looked sideways and saw an old body. Yan Rulie turned out to be Yan Rulie.
Leng Xiaoran's companions were all sitting in this small cave. Everyone looked unfriendly when they looked at Yan Rulie, but they could not put down the wrong things at this moment.
"Here?" Yan Rulie also slowly woke up, looking at the situation in the cave, and was slightly stunned, then laughed and said, "I didn't expect that Yan Rulie would end up like this in my life."
"This may be the end you deserve." Bai Ling'er said lightly. Seeing Yan Rulie's embarrassing look, she was not angry or sympathetic.
Yan Rulie only showed a hint of self-deprecating expression. After getting up with difficulty, he walked outside the cave entrance and looked into the sky, and found that the sky was still dark.
"The Wanzai Yin-Erosion Demon has come to the Holy Realm again, as if he is planning to destroy the Holy Realm this time." Yan Rulie looked at the Ten Saints behind him, looked at their wounds, and asked hesitantly: "You have fought? Where is the Wanzai Yin-Erosion Demon?"
Leng Xiaoran looked at Yan Rulie calmly, "It's not enough to fight, it's just a little bit. The next ten thousand years of Yin-Erosion Demon will continue to appear." There were obvious scratches on Leng Xiaoran's ribs, but the wound on the scratches was still frozen.
A trace of obvious solemnity appeared on Yan Rulie's face, "Do you have no hope of defeating them yet?"
Bai Ling'er shook her head slightly, "We have received the news that the Wanzai Yin Erosion Demon once went to the Immortal Realm. Now there is no Immortal Realm."
"The immortal realm has been poisoned..." Yan Rulie looked quite helpless, "The last time the Wanzai Yin-Erosion Demon raided the holy realm, it is only a short time before he raided the holy realm. During this period, he still fought with the immortal realm. Haven't he been injured?"
Leng Xiaoran sat on the hard rock with a cold expression, "He has been to the Immortal Spring in the Immortal Realm, and he relied on the magical effect of the spring to recover from his injuries. Otherwise, the Immortal Realm should not be destroyed, but the one who died was the Yin-Erosion Demon of the Ten Thousand Years."
At this moment, Leng Xiaoran also got up, then looked at the weather, and said, "This place is not far from the prayer altar, we will take you there."
As soon as the words fell, a roaring thunder came from the sky, "Thunder came from the prayer altar. It seems that the injuries of the Yin-Erosion Demon of the Wanzai are much lighter than we imagined-"[
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The prayer altar is in an extremely hidden place in the holy realm. It was established to be the moment when danger in the clan came, and it can accommodate the tribe's people's escape. Moreover, the magical effects on the prayer altar can also help the tribe's people who are fighting.
However, today, a black thunder fell from the sky and immediately hit the side of the prayer altar.
"It seems that he has discovered us." Yan Bazhou sat cross-red in the middle of the prayer altar with blood red, and the aura of flames fluctuated, but it was still three feet away from his body.
"Now the Holy Clan is injured and killed, and the rest are only the elderly, weak, women and children." Leng Ling whispered. She really had no way to continue fighting.
The injuries on Sha Mantian's body were also quite serious. Looking at Yan Bazhou, then looking at the tribesmen around him, there were only more than a hundred people left. This is the holy clan today. There were a vast clan with as many as ten thousand people before, but after one night, it turned into a refugee who was surviving.
The elders in the clan are still healthy, but they don’t have much energy left. “There is a ban in the prayer altar. We can pray the prayers in our hearts, and maybe let the Holy Son return to the clan as soon as possible.” Yan Bazhou has also reached the end of his life, but he can only use this method.
Everyone half-kneeled on the prayer altar, raised their hands in front of their chests, and prayed silently in their hearts.
However, the thunder in the sky was even more shocking, as if even the sky had been broken into several pieces.
"Boom--" Another thunder sound was heard, and an extremely dim light fell on the prayer altar. A layer of thin light suddenly turned into pieces, and black lightning suddenly fell beside everyone.
"Uh--" The screams never came out, and a black mist was already covering the prayer altar.
The black clouds pressed on the altar of prayer, as if the sky was about to collapse.
The people in the black fog didn't know the life and death of everyone, but the black clouds slowly pressed down, trying to completely destroy the land of the holy realm.
"Are our holy clan going to be destroyed?" A trace of bitterness flowed out from Yan Bazhou's eyes, and then his eyes darkened, and perhaps he fell asleep forever.
However, at this moment, ten colors of light suddenly arrived and turned into a shield and stood on the altar of prayer.
"Grandfather--" Yan Rulie saw Yan Bazhouli lying on the ground, his whole body froze slightly, and shouted: "Everyone--" Yan Rulie looked at the prayer altar, and everyone fainted, not knowing life and death.
"Activate the ban on the prayer altar." Leng Xiaoran shouted to Yan Rulie. He knew that Yan Rulie, as the patriarch, still understood some secrets in the prayer altar.
Ten colors of light suddenly arrived, and the black clouds in the sky immediately knew who was coming.
"Here you are here again, can you kill me?" The figure of Wanzai Yin-Erosion Demon was a little illusory, as if it was far above the void.
Leng Xiaoran's eyes exuded a decisive look, "You must be prepared to die when you come to the holy realm." A blue light turned into a sword light, and in an instant, it had already unfolded ninety-eighty-one swords, turning into a sword formation.
With a "break--" sound, the black clouds pressed over and hit the sword formation, but the method broke through instantly.
The Ten Thousand Years Erosion Yin Demon knew that the Ten Saint Sons in front of him had good cultivation. Once the Ten Saint Son Array was cast, it would be quite difficult to deal with.
Buzz — A heavy voice has already come from the prayer altar. Everyone knew that the ban on the prayer altar had been unfolded, so they felt a little relieved.
Ten rays of light suddenly broke through the black clouds, but the sword formation was still flowing on the prayer altar.
Among the ten-colored light is an innate magic weapon, and a breath of dawn is emitted from it.
The Ten Thousand Age Yin Erosion Demon can feel the determination in the hearts of the Ten Saints. If you don’t kill the Ten Thousand Age Yin Erosion Demon, you will not stop.
"Roar—" A series of roars came from the sky, and the next moment, thousands of black shadows fell down. The black shadows were already approaching ten people in a trance.
The formation of the Ten Saints Sons had already opened, and the ten colors of light suddenly flourished, like the sunshine, dispelling the dark shadows in the sky.
Ten people were flying in the light, and they were approaching the demon of erosion that had been around for thousands of years.
"Lighting the Jiuzhou--" After a soft cry, a dazzling sacred light suddenly appeared on the bodies of ten people, dispelling the black fog that radiated thousands of miles around.
The evil spirit was gone, and ten people had already seen the place where the Yin-Erosion Demon was.
I saw that the Wanzai Yin Erosion Demon has indeed changed. His whole body is no longer as huge as before. He is a little thinner, but he looks even more violent and powerful.
His whole body was as dark as ink, but he was open with pairs of white eyes. His thousands of black claws also grew on both sides of his body. There were pairs of flesh wings on his back. The flesh wings were very huge, and there were sarcoma on it. I don’t know what these sarcomas were.
When Wanzai Yin-Erosion Demon saw his body appear, he was slightly shocked. Then the sarcoma on the flesh wings behind him suddenly fell down, and soon the roar sarcoma suddenly became suppurated and bleeding.
"Be careful—" Bai Ling'er burst into tears and shouted.
I saw that Ying Jianjian made a move with one hand, and the space barrier suddenly blocked the suppurative blood. However, everyone found that the suppurative blood actually eroded Ying Jianjian's space barrier. After a moment, the shining silver light had faded away.
Everyone flashed and suddenly rushed to the body of the Yin-Erosion Demon.
"Golden swords and iron horses--" The golden spear turned the halberd of the sky and the storm of the golden spear, and a scent of thousands of troops and horses was revealed.
"Shenxiao Tianle Thunder--" The huge angry thunder axe in the old Malehu's hand slashed the sky, which immediately caused the heaven and earth to change. Thunder clouds rumbled, and purple light shone over the heaven and earth, giving birth to the full thunder.
"Shen Yan Hao's hands were spread flat on his chest, and a flame of Dharma words condensed in front of his chest, as if it was connected to the outside world, but it seemed to connect with the world.
With the ten-colored light, the aura of the three people rose step by step, and the three-colored light was also magnificent, illuminating the world.
"Well..." The Wanzai Yin-Erosion Demon was shocked. He felt that the three forces had the power to destroy the world, so the Wanzai Yin-Erosion Demon could not continue to hide his shortcomings, but he also had his taboos.
Thousands of white eyes had already turned, and the black fog slowly spread out in the huge body. A sharp mouth slowly opened in the illusory darkness. A chaotic light accompanied by the colorful aura of disaster clouds had already condensed...