Chapter five hundred and eighty fourth tragic battle
Hearing Jin Qiaoqiao talk about Zhen Youmei and Zhen Taimei, Zhen Meimei suddenly said angrily: "Shameless human beings, my two brothers died in your hands. I will kill you today to avenge them."
Zhen Meimei carries the life cards of Zhen Youmei and Zhen Taimei with her. The life cards contain the marks of their souls. When they fall, the life cards will explode.
"Haha, great. It would be great if all monsters like you are dead! Don't worry, I will kill you in a while and let you keep company with them."
Zhen Meimei and Jin Qiaoqiao were bickering in front of the two armies. Mo Chi stood aside and never spoke. He just held a magic knife in his hand, ready for the upcoming battle.
There was a Demon Ancestor standing behind Mo Chi. He had a very anxious look on his face. Seeing the two people arguing in front of the battle, he quietly came to Mo Chi's side and put his mouth close to Mo Chi's ear.
"Fifth Inspector, we have dispatched so many people to relieve the danger of the deputy helmsman. The longer we stay here, the more dangerous the deputy helmsman will be. The most important thing right now is not to fight them, but to get rid of them as soon as possible.
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"I know what you're saying, but look at the other side. There are so many people blocking the way. Even if we want to get rid of them, can we do it? Just retreat to the back and stop bothering me."
Mo Chi is worried. You Heita is You Mo's nephew, and You Mo is the first inspector. If You Heita dies in the City of Death because of him, he, the fifth inspector, will bear the brunt.
to be punished.
Mo Chi still doesn't know that You Mo has died in Bingbian Palace. If he knew, he would definitely fight Jin Qiaoqiao and others here, and he would not pay attention to You Heita.
Even though Jin Qiaoqiao is a woman, she is also a strong man on the third level of the Ancestral God. Millions of years have passed and she finally sees the demons again. She can't wait to have a battle.
The elder's words to Mo Chi had a certain effect. After the man retreated, he immediately came to Zhen Meimei's side.
"Meimei, stop talking nonsense with them and fight your way out as soon as possible! If time goes by, I'm afraid there will be danger in the Black Tower."
When Mo Chi mentioned Youheita, Zhen Meimei immediately became angry. After looking at Mo Chi, she started muttering angrily.
"This damn Youheita, there have been so many wars in the Western Meteor Continent, but he still dares to go out alone. Isn't he looking for death?"
"Meimei, that's what I said. I also know that what he did was wrong, but things have already happened. We can't just watch him die and ignore it!"
"Children, I'm just saying angry words. You still need to save him. Even if it's for the sake of the First Inspector, you can't let this matter go unchecked."
The two sides were thousands of meters apart, and no matter how quiet the voice was, the strong Ancestral God could hear it very clearly. Listening to the affectionate exchange between the two people with the habit of cutting sleeves, Jin Qiaoqiao couldn't help but retching.
"Hello? I said you two shameless things, are you done yet? This is a battlefield, not a place for you to flirt. My aunt doesn't have the free time to accompany you."
Jin Qiaoqiao interrupted the conversation between the two. After Zhen Meimei glanced at Mo Chi, she turned to Jin Qiaoqiao and said, "Since you are anxious to die, this inspector will satisfy your request."
At the same time, Jin Qiaoqiao raised the long sword in his hand and shouted to the people behind him: "Disciples of the Golden Temple, today is your first time facing the demons. Show me your courage and don't embarrass the Golden Temple.
,kill!"
Kill! Kill!...
One hundred thousand strong men shouted loudly at the same time. With each word "kill", the aura of these one hundred thousand people rose rapidly. The tyrannical aura shot straight into the sky. The space within a thousand miles around was exploded by this aura.
Ming.
There are 20,000 more people in the Golden Temple than the Demon Clan, giving them an absolute advantage in terms of numbers. The Demon Clan has Zhen Meimei and Mo Chi, while the Golden Temple has Jin Qiaoqiao and Jin Rugang.
Jin Qiaoqiao rushed directly to Zhen Meimei, and Jin Rugang killed Mo Chi. The battle on the third small step of the Ancestral God was very huge. Within a hundred miles of their battle, anyone with lower cultivation level than them would be affected.
In order not to hurt any of their own people, the four of them stayed away from the battlefield as soon as the battle began and quickly moved to a mountain range thousands of miles away.
The number of ancestor gods on both sides was equal, and they were divided into more than a hundred pairs. They strangled together instantly, fighting fiercely, and moved to the sky above the mountains.
The gods of the Golden Temple had an advantage in numbers. These people did not choose to fight one-on-one. Instead, like the true disciples of the temple, they rushed towards each other with shouts, and a fierce melee began in an instant.
When the war started, all the gods and demon kings looked for the opponent's demon god or true god to attack. These true gods and demon gods suffered great misfortune and fell to the ground in pieces.
In just two days, thousands of true god and demon god disciples on both sides perished completely, and even their souls could not escape.
On the third day, the gods and demons realized that there was something wrong with this. If things continued like this, within a few days, nearly one hundred thousand true gods and eighty thousand demon gods would die in their hands.
The gods and demons on both sides had a tacit understanding, and the original melee immediately turned into a fight between strong men of the same level.
However, as a result, new problems emerged. The disciples of the Golden Temple had never been in contact with powerful demons. They did not know their fighting methods and knew nothing about their tyrannical physiques.
The situation of the powerful divine kings was a little better. After a short period of adaptation, they immediately had a deep understanding of the demons. Even so, more than a dozen divine kings died because of this.
The disciples of the True God were far behind. Before they became familiar with the demons' fighting methods, thousands of them paid the price with their lives.
The battle between the Ancestral God and the Demon Ancestor is always on the move. Both sides are not worried about the safety of their low-level disciples. Therefore, the place where the God Lord and the True God disciples fight is getting closer and closer.
When she saw the true gods falling to the ground one by one, Zhen Meimei suddenly laughed and said: "Jin Qiaoqiao, please see that your true god disciples are falling at a ratio of five to one. In a few days, all the true gods in the temple will die.
Guang, I wonder what you think after reading it, hahaha."
"Zhen Meimei, don't be too happy. If you want to become strong, you can only become steel through hundreds of refinements. The disciples of the temple are all people with a strong will. Their death will not scare them, it will only make them stronger and stronger.
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"Stop bragging, how can it be made into steel? Zhen needs to take a closer look at how your disciple is made into steel."
While the two were fighting, they were still arguing with each other. As Jin Qiaoqiao said, less than half a day later, the entire battlefield suddenly changed astonishingly.
On the third day, for every five true god disciples who died in the temple, only one demon god from the demon clan fell. Just like Zhen Meimei said, within a few days, all the true god disciples would fall.
On the third day and a half, the battle situation suddenly reversed. The proportion of true gods falling on both sides was completely reversed, and a large number of demon gods continued to fall.
The sudden reversal shocked Zhen Meimei. This surprise caused him to slow down the speed of drawing his sword.
"Zhen Meimei, during this battle, as a super strong person, you dare to lose your mind. I think you are impatient."
Jin Qiaoqiao sneered in her heart, her body suddenly jumped up, and in the blink of an eye she was in front of Zhen Meimei. She raised the divine sword in her hand high and struck hard at the top of her head.
The long sword fell from Zhen Meimei's head, splitting him in half with one strike, until the two halves of the demonic body fell to both sides, with a look of surprise still on his face.
Jin Qiaoqiao stepped back ten thousand meters away, with no blood on his sword. The look on his face was very spicy and decisive.
Boom! Boom!
Two shocking roars sounded, and Zhen Meimei's two halves of the demonic body instantly exploded into two pieces of blood mist. The two pieces of blood mist quickly moved closer to each other and merged together in the blink of an eye.
Hundreds of miles away from the two of them, Jin Rugang and Mo Chi were also fighting fiercely. When Zhen Meimei was chopped into blood mist by Jin Qiaoqiao's sword, Mo Chi immediately turned around and looked over.
"Beautiful!"
Mo Chi was worried about Zhen Meimei's safety and couldn't help shouting. This shows that the relationship between these two people is really extraordinary.
Zhen Meimei's mistake reappeared in Mo Chi. Jin Rugang saw the opportunity, and a dazzling silver sword light suddenly lit up on the Lingbao sword.
The sword light was no more than a hundred meters long, and it was as condensed as a substance. It was like the long sword was extending again invisibly, sweeping towards Demon Chi, and instantly submerging him in the sword light.
When the devil was shattered by a sword, Zhen Meimei had just completed the reorganization of the devil's body. Seeing the blood mist that her beloved turned into, she immediately screamed and rushed towards Jin Qiaoqiao.
"Jin Qiaoqiao, you are such a stinky woman. You can only sneak attack when people are not prepared. What kind of skill is this?"
"Phantom Demon Sword"
Zhen Meimei's graceful body swayed, and in front of Jin Qiaoqiao, dozens of Zhen Meimei, who were difficult to distinguish from real ones, appeared instantly.
Dozens of Zhen Meimei held a magic sword in their hands, surrounding Jin Qiaoqiao's divine body, and launched a fierce attack on her at the same time.
"Phantom Demon Sword? Zhen Meimei, this method is not easy to use in front of me. In front of the powerful soul power, your true body will never be able to hide."
The soul power of the eighth small step of the ancestor god exploded with all its strength, instantly capturing his true body. Regardless of other demon swords stabbing him, the long sword went straight towards the true body and slashed away.
puff!
Zhen Meimei's left arm was cut off with a sword. When her left arm fell, it was reborn in an instant. The magic sword in her right hand kept moving. With her left hand pinching her orchid fingers, Yangliu's thin waist suddenly twisted and she swept towards Jin Qiaoqiao.
Zhen Meimei's sword was as fast as a meteor and lightning, and she was right in front of Jin Qiaoqiao in a flash of lightning. It was too late to dodge.
The divine body hurriedly lifted up, but was still a little slow. Zhen Meimei's right leg was chopped off from the knee with a sword.
The right leg regenerated instantly, and the Lingbao sword was raised high and slashed down at Zhen Meimei. The battle between the two was extremely thrilling.
At this time, Jin Wuren was also fighting against a demon ancestor with the same cultivation level. With the Jin Yu Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand, he destroyed the opponent's demon body again and again.
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