The night is low, the clouds are transpiring, and the cold moon reflects the chilling chill.
The Moon Wolf Mountain stretches for thousands of miles, where the legendary Xiaoyue Royal Family is located. The mountains are towering and extremely dangerous.
In the king's realm, the members of the Xiaoyue clan were as usual with the moon rising and swallowing the moonlight.
At this moment, over the king's realm, dark clouds avoided the moon, and the surging demonic energy enveloped the entire Moon Wolf Mountain.
"What happened?"
In the king's realm, the Xiaoyue people were shocked, and their eyes turned to the sky, not knowing why.
In front of the Palace of King Xiaoyue, Cang Ming walked out in a blue shirt, looking at the sky, his expression sank.
"The Moon Army, the enemy is attacking, prepare to fight!"
Cang Ming opened his mouth and said solemnly.
To the west of the King's Realm, in front of the Huyue Army camp, three figures walked out and respectfully ordered, "Yes!"
As soon as the words fell, on the occasion of the nine days, a dark shadow appeared, descending from the sky, and the monstrous magic power shocked everyone in the king's realm.
"Netherworld Army!"
In front of the palace, Cang Ming's calm expression changed slightly, it was actually the Nether Army!
In the void, thousands of magic shadows formed a seal together, and thousands of magic patterns manifested, turning into a magic silk skynet that shrouded the sky over the king's realm.
In an instant, in the entire Moon Wolf Mountain, all the spiritual energy and Yuehua were quickly pulled away, and the demonic energy was surging, filling every corner.
"Magic weapon, swallowing pot!"
Seeing the appearance of the magic net, the shock on Cang Ming's face could no longer be concealed, and he lost his voice.
But on the magic silk skynet, an ancient magic weapon manifested, and the black body of the pot continued to absorb the power drawn from the Moon Wolf Mountain.
When the magic weapon was discovered, the mountain protection formation of Moon Wolf Mountain began to shake violently, and the spiritual energy was taken away and quickly dissipated.
"Kill, leave none!"
In the void, Su Yi's figure walked out, looking at the pure land exposed below her, and said indifferently.
"Yes"
At the rear, thousands of Netherworld troops led their orders, their silhouettes flashed past, and they quickly swept towards the bottom.
The next moment, the sound of killing began, blood filled the sky, and in the hands of thousands of ghost soldiers, black magic knives continued to harvest innocent lives without mercy.
"Your Highness."
Next to Ning Chen, a messenger dressed in black with black lines on his face stepped forward and said, "Young Master Xiaoyue will be handed over to you."
"Um"
Ning Chen nodded silently, his right hand was empty, his mad bone manifested, the black sword, the surging demonic energy, forced him to madness.
Taking a step forward, Ning Chen's figure disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, it was in front of Xiaoyue Palace.
Crazy bones fell, black flow marks all over his eyes, ruthless knife, endless murderous intent, but it was so empty.
Not being a guardian, unwilling to use the sword, Ning Chen held the sword in his hand, and his calm eyes became unusually indifferent.
Cang Ming raised his hand to take the knife light, looked at the fallen tribesmen after another in the king's realm, and said with a gloomy expression, "Why?"
"Because, you can't live!"
Ning Chen replied in a cold voice, adding another three-point force to the mad bone in his hand, the force of a thousand junctures, breaking the ten thousand army.
"Help Zhou to abuse, the sin is unforgivable, Xiaoyue Holy Law!"
His brows rose in anger, his infuriating energy rushed back, and Cang Ming's whole body broke out, and the blue waves swept out, and the turbulent force trembled the stars for thousands of miles.
With a heavy palm shot, the shocking, angered Young Master Xiaoyue showed the most terrifying cultivation, breaking through the shackles and stepping into the realm of kings.
Ning Chen stared, turned his palms and poured his energy into the air, the majestic demon energy lingered around him, smashing the king's trick.
With a loud bang, the two powers clashed, and in the aftermath that shook the sky and earth, Ning Chen's figure retreated ten steps, his bones slammed into the ground, and he stopped his retreat.
The realm of the king is unmatched. Above the void, the messenger looked at the thirteenth prince who fell into the lower winds, and the eyes under the mask flashed a strange color.
The young master of the Xiaoyue Clan really has reservations, it is truly amazing that the younger generation has such a talent.
It's a pity, no matter how amazing the pride of the sky is, it's useless if he can't grow up.
In front of the Xiaoyue King's Hall, the two powers clashed, the demonic energy and the moonlight continued to collide, and the young master Xiaoyue, who gathered all his strengths, made a majestic move, and the energy of the sky was earth-shattering.
Fighting several moves, it was difficult to gain the upper hand, Ning Chen glanced at the messenger who was overlooking the battle situation, sighed in his heart, and no longer held back.
With a deep shout, the magic flame rose, Feihong shocked the world, Ning Chen used the nine secluded tactics, and the power of the mad bones rose several times in an instant.
The power to cut the sky, cut through the void, and fall ruthlessly.
Cang Ming raised his hand to block the black knife, his remaining energy was hard to dissipate.
An astonishing big vibration sounded, and the palace of the king was unable to withstand the remaining strength of the battle, and collapsed suddenly in the destruction of the sword light.
In front of the palace, Cang Ming turned his palms and shook his mad bones.
When the heavy palm came, Ning Chen did not retreat but advanced, clenched his fist with his left hand, and shook his head hard.
With a bang, the extreme power confronted again, and the raging waves continued to sweep. In the battle, the two figures separated, and after a brief moment, they collided again.
The bombardment of punch after punch, the slaying of knife after knife, the two people who were close at hand, staggered with heavy fists, and the light of the knife broke through the air, leaving no trace of affection.
When the two were fighting, in the Moon Wolf Mountain, there was massacre all over the place, the magic weapon pulled away the moonlight and the spiritual energy, and the strength of the Moon worshipers was severely restricted. Facing the slaughter of the Nether Army, they were almost powerless to fight back.
The three commanders of the Huoyue Army led the three thousand Huoyue Army to join the battlefield.
Above the void, the messenger looked down, frowning slightly, the Xiaoyue Royal Family's Huoyue Army was indeed extraordinary, with the suppression of the Heaven-Swallowing Pot, it was even able to fight against the Nether Army of his Heavenly Demon Clan.
It seems that the three magic spears that the Demon Emperor asked him to prepare were not in vain.
At this point, in the hands of the messenger, three black magic spears with turbulent demonic energy appeared. The amazing magic power distorted the void, causing the entire Moon Wolf Mountain to vibrate.
"Be careful!"
Before the palace, Cang Ming, who was fighting with Ning Chen, had a feeling, his eyes looked upward, and his eyes narrowed fiercely.
Cang Ming's voice reached the ears of the three commanders of the Moonlight Army, but it was too late.
In the shocking scene, above the void, three magic spears broke the boundary of time and space, and instantly came to the three commanders of the Moon Moon Army.
"Uh"
A spear pierced through the body, blood spurted into the sky, and the figures of the three leaders of the Moonlight Army flew out several meters, and with a thud, they were nailed to the ground.
"Young Master, go!"
The last voice was slightly inaudible, and the eyes of the three leaders of the Yueyue Army gradually lost their brilliance, and their bodies and souls disappeared.
In front of the palace, Cang Ming watched this scene, his mind was violently impacted, and when he lost his mind, he was blown away by a palm.
The roar shook violently, and the figure of Tsing Yi smashed into the ruins of the palace, and blood spurted out, dyeing Tsing Yi red.
Ning Chen looked at Young Master Xiaoyue who had been severely injured in front of him, a dark look flashed in his eyes, what's going on, the Xiaoyue Royal Family shouldn't be so vulnerable.
As for King Xiaoyue, why did the Lord of Xiaoyue, who had already stepped into the realm of emperors with half a foot, refused to show up
Just when Ning Chen was puzzled, in the void, the messenger looked at the battle situation in front of the palace, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. "Your Highness, don't think too much. King Xiaoyue failed to attack the imperial road and has fallen a few days ago. The current royal family of Xiaoyue is vulnerable."