In Tibet, on the desolate defense line, the blood of Baihua Palace disciples and demons dyed the earth red.
Hua Mengchen and Gu Xiaoyao were looking at the sky with their mouths wide open. Their shocked mood could not be described as seeing a ghost.
"Is he crazy? He came out to drag the enemy into the water during the tribulation again. This is the last tribulation for the powerful!" Hua Mengchen said in shock.
"Is this a monster?" Gu Xiaoyao also swallowed, unaware that his folding fan had fallen to the ground.
"Master!"
Mei Qing threw herself into Hua Mengchen's arms and asked anxiously: "Are you okay?"
"It's not life-threatening. Fortunately, Wang Bugui arrived in time." Hua Mengchen shook his head and smiled.
"It would be too risky for him to survive the catastrophe like this. Please advise him!" Gu Xiaoyao said anxiously.
But Zhao Changge just spread his hands and said: "What the eldest brother decides, he will definitely do it to the end. As brothers, why shouldn't we worry?"
"Yes, now we can only hope that the final disaster will not be too strong, and that the elder brother will not risk the most critical disaster." Chu He nodded.
"Roar!"
Wang Bugui, who was high in the sky, shouted angrily, shattering countless tribulation thunders with his powerful spiritual power, and sent a message down below: "The next thunder tribulation is very strong, I will take a step first, see you later!"
After saying this, he flew to the next destination with the Nine Nether Steps at full speed.
"Chase!"
Leng Yueyan and others did not waste any time. When they saw Lei Jie had gone a certain distance, they followed closely behind.
And Wang Bugui is about to go to the final battlefield of his support, Juyongguan.
Previously, he had visited all the places where fighting had taken place in China, and wherever there was a trace of demon remaining, he had swept it away with a swift and fierce attack.
On this day, countless mortals saw a god in the sky. Thinking that he is a god sent from heaven to save the mortal world, he is bathed in auspicious golden light.
Walking in the air is as fast as lightning, crossing cities one by one in a blink of an eye. Riding the sky full of divine thunder, countless "divine beasts" follow behind him.
With just a few moves, you can kill the demons that cause harm to the world, but you won't be worshiped by the world. Fly straight to the next place, repeating the good show of gods descending to earth to save the world.
Wang Bugui could even feel the magical power gathering from all directions.
This is actually the power of faith. In just one day, he has become a being that mortals believe in!
He would never have thought that his prestige in the mortal world was no less than that of Buddhist Buddha and Taoist gods.
Many people even directly established religions for him. There are so many sects and names that it is impossible to count them. What about the Golden God of Thunder, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortal, the Mighty Emperor, the God of Thunder and Punishment, etc.
Although their names and religions are different, they all believe in the same person during this special period. Everyone saw the devil and witnessed the existence of Wang Bugui.
It was natural for me to believe it, and it was not a cult. They could convey the power of faith into Wang Bugui's body simply by reciting the "One True God" in their hearts devoutly.
At this time in Juyong Pass, almost all the heroic souls of Great Qin had been killed, but not much of the tens of millions of demon army was left.
"kill!"
Meng Tian was covered in blood, with several sharp knives stuck in his body, and he was still charging fearlessly. He targeted a few high-level demons and launched a strong attack.
"puff!"
He saw his sword pierce the demon's heart, and at the cost of an arm, he used his murderous intent and spiritual power to shock him to death.
"It's worth it!"
But Meng Tian didn't feel any pity at all. Instead, he was happy about it. He turned around with his sword and charged forward again.
"Loyalty and courage! Bravery and courage pass on the spirit!"
"The will of the Qin Dynasty will last forever!"
"Use my blood to forge the soul of China!"
Only some elite Meng family troops were left on the battlefield, and under the leadership of Meng Yi, they bravely killed the enemy. They all resolutely chose to self-destruct at the last moment of their lives, interpreting their loyalty to China in their own way.
When Meng Yi saw the heroic souls dying like this, he felt filled with grief and anger, but he still gritted his teeth with tears in his eyes and said, "Okay! This is my man from Great Qin! This is my loyal soul from China!"
After saying this, he dragged his seriously injured body and rushed to the two high-level demons, holding a sword in one hand and stabbing into one of them. Then use the other hand to grab the head of a monster.
"Brother, I'll go first!"
Meng Yi turned around and said, then compressed the spiritual power in his body to the extreme, used up the last strength in his life, and shouted: "Those who are enemies of China! They will never be saved!!"
"Meng Yi!!" Meng Tian burst into tears.
"Boom!"
But he still couldn't stop Meng Yi's actions. It's a pity that the souls of a generation of loyal and brave generals were wiped out in ashes, dragging the invaders with them to doom.
"Kill!!"
Meng Tian turned all his grief into anger, desperately slashed out a powerful sword energy, and poured all his cultivation, murderous intention, anger, and Taoism into it.
The demon army on the opposite side still numbers hundreds of thousands, but their heroic souls are less than 30,000. This result is actually something to be proud of.
At first, millions of heroes faced off against millions of demons. It was a miracle that such a disparity in strength and strength could actually lead to such a situation!
And this miracle can only be created by combining the well-trained training of this million-strong army, the well-arranged plans of the leaders, the protection of the monarch's dragon energy, and the spirit of not fearing eternal destruction.
None of the dead heroic souls chose reincarnation. They all blew themselves up and died in order to restore the situation. They would rather turn into the spiritual power of China's Taoism than let demons harm the world.
"Boom!"
While the two sides were fighting fiercely, countless thunders suddenly appeared, killing the demons on the edge.
"Die!"
Then Wang Bugui was seen rushing in from a distance with the Qiankun Kick. With his supreme spiritual power and thunderous calamity that filled the sky, he kicked tens of thousands of demonic troops into a pulp with one kick.
"puff!"
But he himself didn't feel well. As long as he didn't take action against the lightning tribulation, it meant that his backside would be exposed and he would be hit by dozens of lightning tribulations one after another, almost splitting him into several pieces.
"May I ask if you are General Mengtian of the Qin Dynasty?" Wang Bugui asked through gritted teeth.
"Exactly, I wonder who your friend is?" Meng Tian said, cupping his fists.
Wang Bugui returned the greeting and said, "I'm here to help Senior Ying Zheng. The human emperor, King Que Bugui, didn't return."
"Human Emperor Palace?! Hahaha, great!"
Meng Tian laughed, he had also heard about the human emperor, and this Taoist generally would not appear. Once it appears, it will definitely be a time of life and death for the human race in the world.
Moreover, their descendants are all very powerful and can turn the tide on their own. Now his emperor was fighting a fierce battle between two demons and needed someone to break the deadlock.
All it takes is one enemy to be held back, and I believe Ying Zheng can kill the demon.
"Your Majesty is fighting in the higher altitudes, fellow Taoist, go quickly!" Meng Tian pointed at Tiandao.
"Thank you!"
Wang Bugui didn't waste any time and immediately moved up to the Nine Nethers.
"Whizzing!."
Only 30 seconds after Wang Bugui left, Zhao Changge and others followed.
"There are so many demons? Brothers, kill!!"
When Feng Tianming saw those demons, he couldn't help but become furious. He pulled out the Chixiao Sword from behind and charged at them with dozens of Shushan swords.
"A beauty in troubled times!"
Lu Hao followed closely behind, rushing into the battlefield and swinging the halberd wildly, killing countless demons every time.
"Huhu! Zheng!"
Zhao Chang sings and dances with his silver spear, harvesting the lives of demons like mowing grass. Leng Yueyan and Ning Zhe both hate demons deeply and use Taoism to the extreme to "purify" and "transfer" them.
Among them, Mei Qing, Kamikawa Yan, and Chu He are the most brave, and they are in better condition.
"Shocking all over the world!"
At an altitude of 100 kilometers above the ground, Ying Zheng held the Qin sword and fought fiercely against the two demons. They fought from the stratosphere to the top of the atmosphere, and later into space.
At this moment, it returned to the top of the atmosphere again. It went back and forth for thousands of rounds, but it was still impossible to determine the winner. Ying Zheng fought hard to get seriously injured, but also seriously injured both of them.
But he still couldn't make a decisive move. After all, the strength of the two Demon Emperors and the Dragon Emperor were indeed not weaker than his incomplete state.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, Ying Zheng heard a burst of thunder, which was so powerful that it shook the sky.
"Senior, let me help you!"
The next moment, Wang Bugui rushed out from below the atmosphere, and then rushed towards him with thunder all over the sky.
"Are you crazy?! These two guys will not be easily defeated by Thunder Tribulation!" Ying Zheng turned around and roared.
The emperor only saw the battle, but it was not disturbed by the calamity. Although it can be promoted to the emperor level, beings with this kind of strength are generally not afraid of lightning disasters of the same level.
Even the Western Demons are the same, their defensive magic is enough to deal with it. However, Wang Bugui's strength is far from enough. Once he is hit by an emperor-level calamity, he will almost die.
"Haha, who said I'm the only one?" Wang Bugui raised his lips.
"Zheng!"
Just as he finished speaking, a shocking sword sound was heard, and the figure of a sword immortal emerged from the thunder.
"Boom!"
At the same time, another huge tribulation thunder appeared, and a majestic figure stepped out from it calmly!