When he looked up, he saw that the demon clan's array of stars in the sky erupted with unprecedented brightness, overwhelming the Wu clan's twelve-day demon god array, and Tian Dao couldn't help but frowned.
This is not possible. He wants the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan to die together. No one can win alone.
Tiandao turned around and went straight to the heaven. He quietly adjusted his aura in mid-air to look like an ordinary great witch and blended into the witch army.
No one noticed his small movements. He stirred up the muddy water and secretly attacked the powerful demon clan. When the demon clan suddenly looked back, the demon god who controlled the star flags had killed several of them without knowing it!
Seeing that the light of the star array began to dim, the Wu clan was overjoyed and pursued the victory with even greater intensity.
Just when Nantianmen completely turned into a sea of blood, a shadow covered in blood staggered at the door of Zixiao Palace.
He seemed to be injured too badly. His body was torn apart and riddled with holes. Blood flowed out endlessly like a spring, dripping to the ground.
However, he seemed to feel no pain. He gritted his teeth, took bloody steps one step at a time, used enough strength to wave his sleeves to break the defensive restrictions, forced his way in, and walked into the palace.
Zixiao Palace is the place where the laws of heaven are stored. In the past, every inch was under the control of heaven, and there was no mention of people breaking in like this.
But this time, Tiandao had his own selfish motives, and he cut off the connection with Ziwei Palace and joined the Wu Clan army to fight.
Now, even if Zixiao Palace was bombed, he would not know about it.
Two boys were hiding in the hall, drinking tea and watching the battle between the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan. They heard a faint sound coming from the gate, and felt something was wrong. They hurried out and were frightened when they saw the figure!
"You are a demon-"
The man waved his sleeves angrily, and the blood-colored anger struck down like a sword. The two boys screamed and were knocked away, falling to the ground unconscious.
The figure stumbled towards the depths of Zixiao Palace.
Blood dripped from his body, and he didn't seem to notice it, and his steps even became more rapid.
Blood dripped on the smooth ground of Zixiao Palace. The blood was golden red, as if burning with flames, but deep in the blood, there was a faint black aura of death emerging.
"The Immortal-killing Sword, the Divine-killing Spear... the Jidu Sword."
Hidden in the Zixiao Palace are the trophies of Hongjun's conquests and plunders from all directions. The weapons of the strongest men of each race are filled with viciousness that can cut people.
The figures looked at each other one by one, and the injuries on his body became more and more serious, but he didn't care. He just stretched his hands to his target without hesitation, the two most evil weapons at the end of the wall!
The blade of the gun was as black as ink. As soon as it was freed from the restraints, it immediately rose up from the ground arrogantly, cutting his hands to pieces of blood. Zixiao Palace seemed to feel a great threat and trembled slightly in an attempt to stop him.
But the person who came was faster, holding a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, leaping up with thunderous force, and slashed towards the back hall!
The loud bang was deafening, the restrictions in the Zixiao Palace crackled and shattered, and a hoarse roar sounded from the depths of the palace with a wild and strange smile.
"Old Hongjun, I didn't expect that I would come out one day! I don't care who is alive in your body, I will cut you into pieces!"
Deep in Ziwei Palace, black demonic energy gradually filled the air, and everything in the palace was gradually corroded into ashes in the black energy.
In the dark air, laughter is rampant:
"I really saw you right, you can really set me free."
"I will abide by the agreement, little Golden Crow!"