Rumbling.
When the 100,000 terrible Rakshasa demon army crushed the sky in black, it seemed that even the sun was hiding in the clouds in fear.
On their way to the Azure Cloud Sect, all the creatures retreated like panicked little beasts. Even the remaining five sects, which are as famous as the Rakshasa gate, closed their doors tightly at this moment. Will be willing to waste strength for a Blue Cloud Sect to provoke this murderous and terrifying Demon Venerable Beast.
At the same time, everyone turned their sympathetic eyes to the Qingyun Mountain that was destined to be sad.
At most one month later... Qingyun Mountain, there will be a sea of corpses and blood...
Qingyunzong, the back mountain.
Today, it has been four months since Lin Yang fell into the Slaughter Immortal Sword Palace.
A black figure as strong as an iron tower stood silently about a hundred meters away from the wooden temple, motionless, like a sculpture.
A light cardinal cattail flapped its cheerful wings and landed straight on his head, and he combed the feathers in his hair freely, without feeling the slightest human breath of the person under it.
Being able to introvert the body's breath and turn himself into a rock and dead wood is already a vision that can only be achieved when the cultivation base reaches the realm of aura, and I am afraid that no one can think of it. It seems that this young black and strong young man was just an ordinary half a year ago. The extremely tempered little chicken...
"Cui Jingjing!"
Suddenly, there was a brisk call from a young girl in the distance, with a clear and beautiful voice, like an oriole bird.
Cui Jing suddenly opened his eyes, and the bird on his head flew away in a panic. The brows on his black and shiny face were slightly frowned, and he turned to look at the person coming.
It was a slender and beautiful girl with short sunny hair, full of youthful breath, and a pair of big black eyes, as if she could talk, smiling happily at Cui Jing from a long distance away.
"Cui Jingjing, you really are here!" The girl came to Cui Jing in a flash.
"What's the matter? Senior Sister Geng?" On the contrary, Cui Jing's face was serious and incomprehensible.
"It's okay, can't I come to you if it's okay..." Senior Sister Geng smiled, witty and faintly showing two lovely tiger teeth: "You have been standing here for another night... Elder Lin hasn't come out yet. ?"
"Master, he will come out safely." Cui Jing increased her tone unconsciously.
"Okay, of course I know!" Senior Sister Geng smiled and nodded, and suddenly blinked mysteriously at Cui Jing: "Elder Mo ordered me to invite you, saying that it is the Luoshamen gang that are coming soon. Let us prepare in advance."
"Is it finally here?"
When Cui Jing heard the Raksha Gate that everyone had heard of, instead of a trace of panic on her face, she seemed to have waited a long time, and a pair of tiger eyes showed a look of anticipation.
On the opposite side, the lively Senior Sister Geng was even more exaggerated: "Yes, but it's here, you didn't know that we were waiting for our necks to grow longer, so I hope that the lord and the others will kill the group of magical dregs so that they will not leave behind Ah... Ah... Cui Jingjing, why did you leave before I finished speaking... It's too much... Wait for me..."
The two went one after another.
But I'm afraid no one can think that facing the demon-power swallowing the sky, the Rakshasamen army, which claims to be annihilating the entire Azure Cloud Sect, the two small disciples in the Azure Cloud Sect are all looking so relaxed...
God knows how powerful is the current Azure Cloud Sect, how confident is it
now.
Outside the Azure Cloud Sect, on the vast Qingyun Mountain, the entire Azure Cloud Sect is ready, like a big enemy.
Contempt opponents strategically, and value opponents tactically.
Although the Qingyunzong up and down are full of confidence in the upcoming battle between good and evil, everyone's face is still a solemn and meticulous expression at this moment, and there is no room for slack and relaxation.
True person Qingxuan, carrying the seven guardian elders of Qingyunzong sitting high on the top of Qingyun main peak [Yuntai Peak], a stone platform, seven stone benches, a pot of fragrant tea, still wafting with a strong tea fragrance.
Master Qingxuan slowly raised the teapot, holding his hands as firm as Mount Tai, and pouring tea one by one for Mo Qianqiu, Qin Meng and others, raising their glasses to the sky, and inviting the same door.
"Come on, everyone, today may be the time for my Qingyunzong to be shameless and regain its glory! Come, let me replace wine with tea, and pay tribute to all of you for your tireless hard work these days!"
"Sect Master!" Mo Qianqiu and the others stood up, eyes full of excited little stars.
Hundreds of years...
The Azure Cloud Sect has been on the path of decline for hundreds of years. Twenty years ago, he was almost wiped out by the fateful enemy of Raksha Sect. That shame and shame have long been in every elder. His heart fermented into raging revenge anger.
Now, let's not say that it was the Luo Shamen who came to raise the teacher for a young Master Slaughter, even if they did not come, in another year of fate battlefield, Qingyunzong will make this group of demon cubs completely disappear from the world.
"Come on, please drink this cup!"
Qing Xuan let out a long roar, also full of relief.
"Please!"
The people's fighting spirit rose to the sky, as if they even spoke with a little more lofty ambition.
Although the strongest of these eight Qingyun bosses is only Qing Xuan in the late stage of transformation, but at this moment, everyone’s face is full of confident killing, as if to say: As long as the group of Luos today The demon cubs of Shamen dare to come, then Qingyunzong is sure to keep them all here!
Bang!
Bang bang!
Just as the eight big bosses just drank the spirit tea, a few huge drums suddenly came from the horizon in the distance.
That heavy muffled sound, like the muffled thunder before a spring rainstorm, burst into everyone's hearts, making everyone feel stagnant, as if a huge mountain was crushed down.
"coming!"
The eyes of Qing Xuan and the Seven Great Protectors flashed, and there was a cold smile on their faces at the same time.
Mo Qianqiu, as the host of the Qingyunzong Mountain Guardian Formation, waved his hand even more relaxedly, and saw one of the thirteen sword-like peaks outside the Qingyunzong suddenly mastered a great light, a radiant spirit. Around it formed a huge sword that was as high as ten thousand feet, and it slammed into the sky.
Huh.
After the giant sword flew for nine days, it seemed as if a huge god talisman lay across the sky above Qingyun Mountain. With it as the center, it shrouded a huge colossal curtain, covering most of the Qingyun Mountain inside.
Everyone felt light, and the pressure brought by the terrible drum sound just disappeared.
Twenty thousand Qingyun disciples saw a brilliant formation that they had never seen before, and they were extremely happy, but they suppressed the joy in their hearts.
Because the ultimate battle between Qingyun and Rakshasa is just beginning!
In the distance, several black dots appeared on the horizon, becoming larger in the line of sight at an extremely fast speed.
"It's a demon battleship!"
It's a battleship of Demon! "
The Qingyunzong disciples quickly recognized those giants that were more than a thousand meters long.
Twenty years ago, the Rakshasa Gate was riding on these Sky Demon battleships, known as the sky fortresses, Mo Lin Qingyunzong, but there were only ten Raksha Gate battleships, but today it is five times more than that.
Fifty Heavenly Demon Ships traversed the sky, and the sun and the moon would be covered by them, as if they were combined into a huge and incomparable devil's palm, slowly rolling towards Qingyun Mountain.
Bang! Bang!
The sky-shaking battle drum reverberated loudly, like the anger of a demon god, shaking the world and the earth trembling.
Huh! Huh!
A series of terrifying demon shadows flew out of the sky demon ship, like killer bees pouring out of a honeycomb, flying all over the sky, arousing the mighty demon power.
One hundred thousand magic soldiers.
Just standing there, the devilish energy exuding from the whole body is like a big river and the sea, spreading endlessly to the entire Qingyun Mountain.
If it weren't for the dome of the giant sword in the sky that enveloped the blue clouds, the Rakshasa gate alone would be enough to make everyone in the Azure Cloud Sect fear like a dog and lose their fighting spirit.
"Blue Cloud Sect!"
In the vast and terrifying magic power, I heard a loud shout like thunder.
A scary figure wearing a red cloak, like a rebirth of a demon god, walked out of a demon ship step by step with the Thirteen Demon Gate Protector.
Slaughter Qianshang, at this moment, is a fierce true demon burning with a raging fire of revenge.
The three words he roared out of thin air turned into three huge magic claws, crashing into the mountain gate of Qingyunzong.
This old demon’s magic power has really reached the point where it can be used for good fortune, and it is a peerless magic trick. It is just this roar, and the terrifying magic power surging on the huge devil claws. I am afraid that Qingyun can only be taken by Qingxuan. .
"Old Slaughter Demon, Hugh is in my blue clouds!"
Sure enough, the real Qingxuan Hong Zhong yelled like a drum from below.
A cold sword light was like an ancient sword that had been buried for thousands of years. It finally showed its sharp edge at this moment, and it passed for nine days.
Bang bang bang!
The three demon claws were instantly smashed by the sword light in the air, and the seven elders led by the seven Qingyun elders stood proudly on the top of the sky, facing Lian Qianshang far away.
For a time.
The whole world seems to be divided into two distinct halves.
On one side, the sky was filled with dark clouds and billowing devilish energy, and the blood-red murderous intent was tumbling inside, which made people tremble at the first glance.
On one side, there are thousands of miles of vicissitudes of green and verdant mountains, above which are blooming a bright sword aura like a colorful rainbow. The sky is vast, and the righteousness is forever. Qingyun is the best portrayal of this.
Luochamen, Qingyunzong, finally came to the starting point of the decisive battle of life and death.
In the sky, the prime ministers of the two factions of good and evil stood in sight, and both the number and the strength of the Rakshasamen had a huge advantage.
Slaughtering Qianshang, his face was as cold as frost, and the thirteen guardians behind him were even more hideous, and did not put any one of Qingyun in their eyes.
"Qingxuan..." Slaughter Qianshang said, indifferent and arrogant, controlling the world: "Today, this seat will not talk nonsense with you, hand over Lin Yang and Slaughter Immortal Sword, this seat can let you 30,000 Qingyun disciples leave here alive."
The lightness of this statement is simply taken for granted.
In front of the current Rakshasa Gate, even if this little Azure Cloud Sect once again invited out the Slaying Immortal Sword, it would not be able to stop the Tianwei of the hundred thousand demon army.
Slaughter Qianshang has the confidence to speak like this today, and even in his heart he hopes that Qingxuan will not compromise and give him an excuse to kill the world and slaughter the world.