Fight when you want to fight, retreat when you want to retreat, do you really think that the battlefield is a wet market where you can come and go freely?
Qin is good at changing the destiny of the country and strengthening the containment. Wu Feiyu and other venerables speed up their actions, using all kinds of killing moves one after another. The blood mist caress their faces, the clang soldiers are fighting, the casualties are accelerating, and the fate of the demon and demon armies is at stake.
Continuous harvest.
Yuan Ming, who was sitting high in the Demon Palace, held his hands and laughed, wishing that all the demon cultivators would die and the Holy Land would be furious and throw themselves into the battlefield.
Yesterday, they sat aloof and watched his downfall. Today, it was his turn to appreciate their heroic gestures!
Halfway through his laughter, the Demonic Heavenly Lord sent a decree, asking him to do all he could to protect Hengfang. Along with the decree, there was also a sacred treasure.
Demon Emperor Yuanming weighed this innate holy treasure with a touch of mockery in his eyes, "It's actually a picture of deep hatred."
Shenhen Moyuan's mountain-holding treasure is also a rare item refined during the Three Courts period to restrain the Heavenly Demon Statue.
When he fought against Garuda, as long as there was a holy place willing to help him, he and his men would not have suffered a disastrous defeat, all sentient beings would not have suffered, and his heart for all sentient beings would not have become a demon. He had forgotten how to pity all sentient beings as a Shinto, but
He could not erase the hatred born when they judged him.
Only by pulling the Six Holy Lands together with the Tiandao Alliance into the quagmire can this obsession be released.
Demon Emperor Yuanming sneered and threw the Shenhen Tu to a distinguished person sitting down, "Go to the battlefield and save if you can."
This venerable man was named Ku Tu, and he took the Shen Hen Tu and rushed to the battlefield.
Venerable Kutu had a lot of thoughts, and he was extremely careful not to reveal his whereabouts along the way. Finally, he approached the battlefield. At a glance, all kinds of Dao patterns appeared, and the entire void seemed to have collapsed and was wrapped in Weibo.
"Come on, come on, I'll add some fire to your fire!" Venerable Kutu held the Charm of Sinful Hatred and was about to throw it when he was hit in the chest by the jade-fragmented fan that spun around, making a cracking sound in his bones.
A hand reached out from behind him and caught the folding fan, "Oh, it turned out to be the Shen Hen Tu, and I actually took it out."
Huajianci is familiar with this treasure. After all, the Demon Statue suffered losses on it in the past.
This object is made from souls full of hatred. This kind of hatred can attract the attention of the demon statue, consume the golden light of merit, and interfere with the state of mind of the pure cultivator. However, people in the demonic path can draw strength from this hatred, and their power is greatly increased.
, the flaw is that after the power is greatly increased, the Dao base will suffer a certain backlash.
Killing one thousand enemies will only cost you eight hundred.
Demonic Heavenly Lord is also cruel.
"Who!" Venerable Kutu showed his figure, turned around in a panic, and immediately punched out, but was knocked lightly by the folding fan, and all the force was doubled back on himself, breaking his arm.
He was not obsessed with knowing who the person who attacked him was. As soon as he saw that he was in trouble, he hurriedly threw the Charm of Sinful Hatred towards the battlefield.
Huajianci Huaguang intercepted it, grabbed it in the palm of her hand, and released it in an instant. At the same time, a killing intent with the will of the quasi-sage emitted from the Chenhen Tu. Although she released it quickly, she was still caught by it.
Yu Yun swept across it, and a wound opened on his soul.
The eyebrows here were furrowed, and the image of deep hatred had flown over the battlefield on its own. The withered yellow scroll spread out, and strands of black lines fell like rain, and the strong breath of resentment spread wildly.
As soon as this rain of hatred poured into the battlefield, the situation of the battle changed. The demon statue turned its target to the more threatening Shenhentu, but was restrained by the power of extreme hatred, and gradually became out of control. However, if the demonic monk encountered the rain,
They tried their best to swallow the whale into their belly. Their strength surged and their morale was greatly boosted. They all felt that they could fight for another five hundred years.
Hua Jianci reminded Yu Sheng to recall the demon statue and stop the loss in time.
"You can't fall into this trap twice." The Golden Dragon of National Fortune was stumbled by the hatred, and its form showed a bit of discomfort. Qin Shan guided it to Wu Feiyu. Needless to say, Wu Feiyu
The non-fish takes the body as its host body and recites the spiritual mantra.
The fortune of the country poured into her body, and strong winds rose, blowing off the hood of her head. Her aura underwent an earth-shaking transformation in a short period of time. It became broad and broad, and her movements seemed to pull the heaven and the earth, displaying the majesty of the heaven.
The national destiny is not harmed because she has a body, and she is also powerful because of the national destiny. She can sense the existence of the power of the world through the national destiny, so she uses the national destiny as a mediator, borrows the power of the world, and seizes Shenhen Tu.
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The quasi-sage's will in the painting of deep hatred bursts out again, sharp and vast.
"It would be disgraceful to interfere with our battle to return to the void!" The gathered power of the world cleanly crushed the quasi-saint's will. Shenhen Tu seemed to have come to life and rushed towards Xiang Ji in a hurry.
The strong hatred penetrated the indescribable mysterious realm and was felt by Heng Fang.
His thoughts suddenly cleared up, and his separated body and spirit were reunited, and he returned to reality. "What a soul-transformation technique, I suffered a lot. I almost wanted to die and go to sleep!"
Hengfang flew up to catch the Shenhen Tu and put it into his Dao body. He muttered something while the demonic aura erupted all over his body. The body and the diagram merged into one, transforming into the Shenhen Demon General. Even with the limitations of his own Taoism, his combat power could not stop him.
It seems to be soaring upward, comparable to that of a quasi-sage.
Before his majesty could be unleashed, the power of the world suddenly overwhelmed him.
Unfamiliar fragments flashed through Hengfang's mind, and many faces with similar demeanors looked down at him. Their hatred and unwillingness deepened, and they roared and tried their best to break the power that suppressed him.
How could Wu Feiyu let him get what he wanted? He fought with him with a staff. The power of the world and the power of the demonic hatred entangled and collided. The mighty waves were like waves, and no one dared to approach.
Is this still a return-to-virtual battle? Why do you always have ways to create shocks?!
While the two were fighting, the others were also busy. Taiyi knew that dragging them on would be of no benefit to him and others, so he became more and more fierce in his attacks.
The demon and demon armies readily accepted the challenge, thinking that this was an opportunity to counterattack.
Unexpectedly, Xiang Ji reached the position of the plundering formation. As soon as he chanted, the dark sky fell, and the glowing light brought absolute silence. No matter whether he was a monster or a demon, he seemed to have become a mortal, but the Supreme One was in the dark night.
Under the cover of the enemy, a unilateral attack was carried out.
The smell of blood gets stronger, and the Tao sings in mourning.
Lu Wu swung his nine long tails angrily and moved around to avoid the killing lord.
He thought of something and shouted, "He is Yiyao, the son of Sunlight and Moonlight, where is Zhoutai, Xiaoyue!"
Zhou Tai is a wolf demon who was cultivated the day after tomorrow. He is not ranked among the great demons. Hearing Lu Wu call his name, he was startled. Regardless of the reason, he immediately screamed.
Amidst the long roars, the full moon rose, and the moonlight shone on the monsters. Their power gradually returned, and the battle began again.
Lu Wu personally protected Zhou Tai, never forgetting to sneer, "After all, the light of fireflies cannot withstand the brilliance of the silver moon."
Before he finished speaking, Taihuang Sword and Mu Zhidaowen came at them together. He drew his tail and fought back. Then he saw Ji Chaoyue and Chang Chen Patriarch appeared together. He said with a bald mouth again, "Shameless, if you have the ability to fight in a duel!"
Patriarch Chang Chen: "I will kill you."
Ji Chaoyue: "I'll kill the wolf demon behind you, if you can, get out of the way."