"Yang Lu" suddenly froze. Li Qingshan had already grasped where Tuwan City was in it. Thousands of knives were turned into a single knife, and they were inserted straight into "Yang Lu"'s body.
"break!"
The giant blade broke open heavily, and the blade plunged straight into Tu Wancheng.
Tu Wancheng rolled his eyes and turned white with a distorted expression and trembling all over. At the moment when the blade was about to touch his body, he suddenly split from the middle, two halves of the body, two one-eyed, two mouths, slowly spit out a word: "A bunch of... waste!"
The sound was like a hardwood, inserted into the brain from the ear, and the Eleven Demon Kings all had a headache, their expressions changed drastically, and they repeatedly knocked their heads on the totem pole.
The corner of Yingzhe's mouth raised, and the sacrifice has been accepted!
Li Qingshan pierced "Yangtiao" with a knife, but there was no joy on his face. When he tried to pull out the knife, there was an unusual force that firmly grasped the end of the crazy flower knife.
Crazed Flower Blade Soul warns: "Qingshan, there is weirdness!"
The "梼杌" became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the military energy was not collapsing, but condensing.
With a bang, the earth shook, and the remaining millions of demons suddenly fell to the ground at the same time, their torso shrunken, as if being emptied, strands of devilish energy gathered towards the "梼杌".
This is not just military energy, but all their spirits and spirits, all have become sacrifices, leaving only a handful of Demon Emperors and Demon Kings, shivering.
The shouts of killing came to an abrupt end. The soldiers who were struggling to fight suddenly lost all their opponents. The battlefield was quieted down. This kind of strong contrast made the chest suffocated, and sadly wanted to vomit blood.
Ke Xin's face paled, covering her mouth, retching for a while, the color of horror filled her delicate and gorgeous face.
The original disciples who had relaxed and talked and laughed were all inhumane, and vaguely understood what had happened. They were closer to the gods than mortals. Also understand its horror better.
Lotte felt unbelievable: "How is this possible? How could such a war cause the demon consciousness to come."
There is a black cloud city in a mere mere, although the emperor of the people takes it very seriously. But if I should give up, I gave up, and I never thought about asking for help from the immortal. Let alone let the real fairy come to the rescue, because it's not worth it at all.
From the overall point of view, this is just a local war, and victory or defeat has nothing to do with the overall situation; in the long run, the back and forth movement of the front line is also common.
Time passed, no matter how many people died in the battle, they would soon be "born" anyway, and even the death of a few people would be nothing. Are you still worried that there are no talented practitioners in the world
If you are above the nine heavens, it may be a game of chess, six reincarnations and three thousand worlds, and you have experienced countless lives and deaths.
How can a chess player jump to the board to rescue a pawn? It's not indifferent and ruthless, but really caring.
Besides, maybe he made this move by himself? The principle of "I would rather lose one word, don't lose the first" can't be simpler, the whole thing is the overall situation, as for whether the chess pieces are willing to sacrifice. In fact, it doesn't matter at all.
Any chess player would rather win without sacrificing any pieces, but there is also a chess player sitting on the opposite side, and the whole chess game cannot even be controlled by them. What's more, it's a little pawn who crosses the river
But once the chess player is off the court, even if he just drops a finger, the situation will change upside down, and he can even take away the opponent's "general" directly.
"Yangtiao"'s originally ambiguous figure suddenly became clear, the skin was wrinkled, like a dry iron wood, and the body was straight and strong, which reminded Li Qingshan of the giant wooden people in Kyushu.
A huge one-eyed is full of expression. Turn around in the eye socket to get a panoramic view of everything. Finally returned to Li Qingshan: "Who are you?"
Li Qingshan was struck by lightning, and felt that he couldn't help but answer. I dare not answer: "I... I am..."
At this time, "Yang Xiao"'s figure had shrunk to the same height as him, but the sense of oppression did not decrease but increased. The one eye seemed to look down from a very high sky, coldly overlooking the common people.
Crazy Flower Blade Soul shouted: "Qingshan, retreat!" This fearless and proud soldier also felt deep fear.
This is not an illusory totem, but a real god. Unlike the monster that just relies on accumulated power, even if only a single thought comes, its essence is above all the existence on the scene.
梼杌 came, arrogantly strong.
"I'm... Your uncle!" Li Qingshan stepped on the chest of Ying Xiao, trying to pull out the mad flower knife.
"Heh!" With a big hand like a dead wood, Ying Xiao slowly grabbed the blade.
Click! Cracks spread, and this indestructible soldier is as fragile as ice in his hands.
With a ping sound, broken and broken, destroyed by the knife!
And the other hand is inserted into Li Qingshan's body. The five fingers grow like a big tree, then branch, then grow again, and then branch... The dense black branches penetrate Li Qingshan's body.
Li Qingshan opened his eyes wide, coughed out a mouthful of blood, sprayed it on Ying's chest, unable to recover.
Ying Xiao pulled his broken body closer, mockingly said: "Ashura is not dead?"
Suddenly, Li Qingshan suffered a huge amount of damage, even surpassing all the damage he has suffered since the war began.
"Asura immortality" also has its limits, and Yingzhao broke this limitation easily and caused serious injuries that could not be healed.
With the end of the ground war, the bloody vortex in the sky shrank rapidly. However, no matter how many demons were "turned" by Xiao'an, he could no longer shake its existence.
Yingzhe's smile twisted: "This is the Demon God!" This is no longer a difference in power, but a difference in realm.
Ying Xiao asked again: "Who are you?" She seemed to be very concerned about this issue.
He did not come to win the war, but for the "Black Sun Demon Heart." But in fact, he was not in order to get that "Black Sun Demon Heart", but in order to seize the opportunities and changes, he needed to enter the chessboard to observe in person.
This opportunity for observation was only obtained when he overwhelmed the other demon gods, and the situation did not disappoint him. The birth of the descendant of the Bone Bodhisattva is already a shocking news. But compared with the man in his hand, it was nothing.
Through the fragmented immortality of Asura, the interweaving of fate has become so complicated that he can't see it. There was a faint thread in it, which made him feel in awe.
So he asked: "Who are you?"
Li Qingshan's lips whispered, and he moved closer: "What did you say?"
"pain… "
"Then quickly answer." Ying Xiao was impatient.
"... Hurry up!" Li Qingshan suddenly thrust the broken knife into Ying Xiao's one-eyed eye.
Ying Xiao's eyes condensed, and thousands of black giant trees grew and interspersed from Li Qingshan's arms, completely blocking his movements. It is very unusual for a human emperor to dare to attack him.
One eye seemed to see through the trace of fate again: "Are you a legendary person? No, you don't need to answer, I will personally verify that a legendary person will not be easily killed."
If you change to another Demon God here, you may have to observe, and dare not easily kill him, but he is not that kind of coward.
Suddenly he understood why the demons would accept him to observe, and the weird smile on Qiongqi's face.
"That group of despicable guys fell into the Demon Realm, and even abandoned their last pride! Humph, even if you are a legend, I can still let you fall and die!" (To be continued.)