The lightning shook the world, and the devil's breath surged into the sky.
As the Qingyang Sect and the army of monsters led by the One-Horned Demon Marquis faced off head-on, chaos suddenly broke out in the dead silent Demon Land. Chaos of group killings could be seen everywhere. You come and I come, the Demonic Breath Immortal Light , lump after lump, piece by piece, mixed with blood and debris, flying in the sky. The huge magic boat tore apart the monster battle formation, and the sharp sword light strangled the monsters in pieces.
The monsters are ferocious and terrifying, but the disciples of Qingyang Sect are moving forward courageously.
I don’t know since when, there has been a saying in Qingyang Sect: “The demon must die!”
This sentence has been shouted for three thousand years and has long been imprinted in the hearts of Qingyang disciples.
Therefore, no matter whether it was against the great calamity and the demon puppets before, or later on the war against the gods, the Qingyang Sect never took a step back.
Before such a big battle, Qingyang Sect was still stronger after all.
This group of monsters is in disarray. Although there are three or four generations of demon puppets guarding them, the chaos in their nature cannot be changed. Therefore, when they first meet, they are unmatched. However, as time goes by, these monsters become more and more powerful. The attack was weak, but the disciples of Qingyang Sect joined forces vertically and horizontally, and cooperated with each other. Various large formations were launched, becoming more and more stable, and the strength they displayed became stronger and stronger.
Not only did he withstand the monster's attack, he also pressed forward steadily.
Above the battle formation, the ferocious momentum of the monsters has been suppressed, and in the mid-air above, the battle between Qingyang Sect Leader Lu Qingguan and the One-horned Demon Hou is also fierce.
The strength of the one-horned devil is not weak in the first place, especially in this rolling devil's breath, it is even more powerful. Originally, it was planned to face a monk like Lu Qingguan who has not entered the Mahayana realm. It should not be difficult to win, but it is Unexpectedly, this leader of the Qingyang Sect, who is usually extremely low-key, actually exploded with superhuman power this time, far higher than the outside world's evaluation!
After a fierce battle, the One-Horned Demon Hou also exhausted all his methods, but he didn't get any advantage.
Seeing that in the surrounding battle situation, his side no longer had the upper hand, and in front of him, in addition to the Qingyang Sect Master, there were several elders who were also watching with eagerness, clearly waiting for an opportunity to make a sneak attack. In the fear in his heart, he consciously stepped back. flinched.
The further they retreat into the depths of the demonic land, the thicker the demonic aura becomes, and the more obvious their advantage becomes.
But now, it's not just the Qingyang Sect who has invaded this magical land.
This time, the Immortal Alliance contacted various immortal forces to attack the demonic land together. Qingyang Sect, as one of the largest sects in the world, chose to attack from the south, while other parties also had immortal forces attacking in a mighty manner. , as the battle circle expanded, they gradually began to interact. The Qingyang Sect disciples could already see some forces fighting against the monsters nearby from a distance.
"Wow..."
The Qingyang Sect disciples who were fighting the monsters suddenly saw a demonic cloud rising in the west.
Turning his head to look, he saw a bird-like monster with black wings on its back in mid-air. It was several hundred feet long. The two magic wings flapped downwards. Between the sky and the earth, a violent wind suddenly rose. They were all overthrown layer by layer. With such power, not to mention the people who were facing his ferocious power, even the Qingyang Sect disciples who were so far away now not only felt their scalps were numb. , fear arose in my heart.
"That one should be the Black-Winged Demon Marquis, right?"
Someone called out in a low voice, knowing that this demon was one of the ten most notorious demons.
I really don’t know who is resisting it now!
"How dare you, evil beast, run rampant?"
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a loud shout. Above the head of the black-winged demon, suddenly a human figure broke through the endless demonic aura and fell from the sky. The man was wearing white armor, thin and pale, with a pale face. In each of his hands, he held a rotten silver spear, which streaked through the void like a meteor, like a ship's oars leaving long traces on the water. Wherever his spear passed, he also pulled out two spears in the void. The ripples of the law are also like two huge wings, but they suppress the black-winged demon from mid-air!
"That one is..."
"...White-armored War Immortal Wei Longjue!"
All the Qingyang Sect disciples were a little excited when they saw this scene.
Unexpectedly, what they were attacking to the west was Bahuang City, one of the Seven Holy Lands. They didn't expect that they could see the world-famous Bahuang City Lord personally take action against this ferocious city at such a close distance. The famous black-winged demon marquis fights!
As one of the seven holy places in the world, Bahuang City has always been famous in the world.
Especially in the many years of fighting against the great calamity and demon puppets, as well as fighting against the gods, he has made endless merits. The respect and respect that monks all over the world have for Bahuang City comes from the bottom of their hearts, and Now when I mention Bahuang City, I have to think of two people. One is the current Lord of Bahuang City, Wei Longjue, and the other is the Immortal General Yun Zhou, who is the leader of the top ten generals in the Demon Border.
The two of them are the representatives of Bahuang City, one guarding the Demonic Border and the other conquering the world.
In particular, both of them are now among the ten immortals.
The Ten Immortal Masters are the ten most powerful and highest masters in the current Immortal Way. They are unparalleled in strength. Each one of them is an unparalleled figure who shocked the ancient world.
Someone once said that in today's Demonic Land or the God Clan, as long as the Ten Immortals are willing to take action together, it will not be a problem. However, for some unknown reason, the Ten Immortals have been rarely seen in the past two thousand years. The people inside took action. Facing the chaotic situation in Tianyuan, they had been standing by and watching, not knowing what they were thinking.
In any case, Qingyang's disciples were naturally in a state of excitement when they suddenly saw this powerful man among the ten immortals.
"Wow..."
White-armored War Immortal Wei Longjue's two silver spears fell from the air and struck firmly on the black-winged demon lord's two sky-covering wings. Huge force fell from the sky, as if the whole world was suppressed. It is the cultivation level of the Black Winged Demon Marquis, and it is already among the best among the Ten Marquis of the Demon Land. At this time, he also roared loudly and fell from the mid-air. The demon breath in the mid-air seemed to be there. His life floated upwards, as if to catch him, but he still broke through the devil's breath and fell to the ground.
The earth trembled, and traces of cracks spread toward the distance.
The Black-Winged Demon Marquis received this heavy blow, roared repeatedly, and then suddenly lifted up thousands of feet of rock debris and got up.
Fortunately, we are in a devil's land, and the surroundings are filled with devil's breath, just like another world. The Mahayana monks are somewhat weakened in this devil's breath, and these monsters are in this devil's breath. The strength has been blessed to a certain extent.
Otherwise, just this one blow might be enough to kill the Black Winged Demon Marquis.
"You immortals are so overbearing. Do you have to destroy my reincarnated clan before you give up?"
Just as the Lord of Bahuang City, Wei Longjue, was catching up with him and seemed about to kill the black-winged demon, he suddenly heard someone roaring in the distance, and then saw countless tall bronze towers appearing out of thin air in the depths of the demon land. There was black smoke billowing inside the door, and several powerful and boundless black shadows came out of it. Each of them had a strange appearance and a billowing of demonic intent. Under his control were an army of ghastly monsters, like a tide and a sea. Come, it seems that all the demon dolls and monsters in the entire demon land are pouring out from the depths at this time.
Even in these three thousand miles, Tianyuan rarely saw wars of this scale.
The endless monsters were spread out far away, as thick as the sea, and their number could be counted in the millions.
And above this army, black smoke condensed, and six or seven demons appeared, commanding one after another of the third and fourth generation demons. Above this demonic land, there were gods and demons, high above them. Looking down at the monks in the world, his eyes were so ferocious that it was hard to hide.
The disciples of Qingyang Sect and the soldiers of Bahuang City who had been charging forward hurriedly stopped.
Looking at this form, I am afraid that it has stirred a hornet's nest, and all the monsters in the entire magic land have poured out.
Their small number of people is as vast as the other party. I'm afraid if they rush forward, they will be swallowed up immediately!
When they were considering whether to retreat temporarily and avoid their advances, suddenly behind them, the sound of war drums sounded, shaking the heaven and earth. The music was simple but heavy, and every beat seemed to hit the people's hearts. Makes your blood boil…
"In the world between demons and humans, one is death and the other is life. Of course, one must be exterminated!"
In the billowing black smoke in the distance, a voice sounded loudly, from far to near.
"Wow..."
Suddenly there was sword light coming from a distance, crushing the demonic breath in front of them, revealing a passage. Then only thousands of monks dressed in black and white robes were seen, with swords behind their backs rushing over. Every one of them was angry. The machine is sharp, as if it is a sword itself. Countless sword energy condenses together. Even if the air machine does not move, the sword energy pours out, dividing the world into pieces.
"The sword washers have arrived..."
The disciples of Qingyang Sect were all delighted. They turned around and their eyes fell on the leader.
The man's appearance was extremely ugly, with endless scars, and even one of his eyes turned gray-white. However, he looked tall and thin. He had a gray fox fur around his neck, his hands were behind his back, and he had a handle. The black sword hung beside him.
"White Fox Swordsman actually came here in person..."
Looking at the man, all the Qingyang Sect disciples felt endless ripples in their hearts.
They also knew a lot about the legendary sword head of the Sword Washing Pool, and his experience was really exciting.
It is said that he was originally a white-robed swordsman in Xijianchi. He was a true successor and had a respected status. However, he had returned to Xijianchi three times, betrayed the swordsmanship of Xijianchi three times, and returned to the swordsmanship of Xijianchi three times. It is said that it was because he had a mental block and believed that Xi Jian Chi's sword technique was not strong enough or perfect enough, so he tried every means to supplement Xi Jian Chi's sword technique and pursue perfection.
When he rebelled for the third time, he was captured by the elders of Xijianchi and thrown into the sword pool. From then on, his appearance was greatly disfigured and his temperament changed drastically. However, he still survived, and then lay dormant for a hundred years before returning to Xijianchi again. Chi, this time, he has made great progress in swordsmanship. With one man and one sword, he slaughtered all his fellow disciples who did not respect his swordsmanship. He used an almost cold-blooded method to firmly hold the sword-washing pool in his hands.
By this time, many people already called him Evil Sword Cultivator.
But it was this evil sword cultivator who once guarded the entrance with one man and one sword in a battle against demons and gods, and slaughtered hundreds of thousands of demon troops. With this merit, he was forced to be regarded as the "evil sword cultivator" by the world. The word "evil" in it was erased.
"Shua..."
After the white fox sword head appeared, he didn't say much, but just swept forward with cold eyes.
The situation on the field was all in sight, and then he stepped forward directly, and the black sword flew into the air.
A flash of light flashed, and endless black sword shadows appeared, like a waterfall.
In mid-air, dark clouds surged, and the shadows of swords were arranged closely, slashing down from mid-air. What was surprising was that those sword shadows actually looked real, and each sword , the swordsmanship they follow are all different, as if they have exhausted all the changes in swordsmanship. Although it is only a single sword slash, it can give people an all-encompassing, exhaustive meaning of the world's swordsmanship, mysterious and unprovoked.
"Chi" "Chi" "Chi"
One sword strike can kill thousands of troops.
The endless monsters that surged forward were shattered to pieces by this sword.
Even if the army ran over it, it would not be as clean as before!
"Aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven if you slaughter my tribe?"
Outside the black door in front, two figures with a strong demonic air suddenly intertwined. One of them was a white-bone general wearing black armor, holding a spear made of white bones. The other was a human-like scorpion-tailed man with a body covered with blood. There is a man wearing a cloak that exudes a putrid smell. If you look closely, you can see that the cloak is made up of pieces of human skin stitched together. The most important thing is that those human skins actually seem to be still there. He was alive, with an expression of extreme pain on his face, and he kept shouting silently.
These were two demons again, and they joined forces to attack the head of the white fox sword.
"If it is destroyed by divine punishment, the sword will not be a real sword!"
White Fox Swordshead doesn't like to talk much, but after listening to the words of these two demons, he unexpectedly said one more thing.
Then he raised his hand and grabbed it in the air, grabbed the black sword in his hand, and moved it gently in front of him. A door seemed to be closed between heaven and earth, and the world was divided into two. The magical powers of the Great Demon Lord are all blocked outside...
"The devil's land will be destroyed today!"
Another light scolding sounded in the void.
In the distance, I saw a fairy cloud coming quickly from the south. Within the cloud appeared one female general, all wearing golden armor and looking heroic. The one standing in the front was wearing a black robe. The graceful and gorgeous old woman with a heroic spirit between her brows holds a fly whisk in her hand. Endless dust threads are flying in the air. Before the fairy cloud arrives, the dust threads have already surged forward like a silver waterfall. A demon was waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack from behind the white fox's sword head. His movements were light and calm...
"The Island of Forgetfulness..."
"Wangqing Island is also here..."
"That one is the ancestor of Concubine Wu from Wangqing Island, right?"
The disciples in the field were extremely excited. Seeing the Holy Land appear one after another was a matter of great confidence for anyone.
Especially now when all the demonic monsters are out and the situation is overwhelming.
"Crash..."
Before their sounds of surprise could subside, in the distance to the east, black clouds broke through again, revealing an army with distinctive armor.
In front of each army, there are several fierce old cultivators standing with huge battle flags beside them. Some are "King", some are "Lu", and some are "Qin". The courage is not inferior to that of the current Dao Tong, and so many forces can come together to lead a large army, then it is not difficult to guess the origin of these forces. It is the Zhongzhou aristocratic families who came with their troops.
The relationship between the Qingyang Sect and the Zhongzhou aristocratic families has always been awkward. It can't be said to be good or bad. Now that all the Qingyang disciples saw the Zhongzhou aristocratic families coming, they felt somewhat confident in their hearts. But when they looked up, they couldn't help but feel... Somewhat disappointed…
Among the aristocratic families in Zhongzhou, Donghuangshan has always been the leader.
They saw the families from Zhongzhou arriving, but they did not see the Taoist master of Donghuang Mountain appear.
It's a pity that in this last battle, the great sage, who ranks first among the ten immortals, still can't take action.
"This time, are you immortals really going to fight to the death?"
Seeing the Immortal Way, more and more powerful forces are coming. Among the demonic army, countless people are roaring. One of them has three heads, each with its own side, either happy, angry or sad. Now he has three heads. At the same time, he roared wildly and sat on a bone chariot. With his demonic breath swaying, he rushed forward. He had six arms on his body, each holding a black magic weapon. Lu Qingguan, the leader of the Qingyang Sect, slashed behind him and actually wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to eliminate a powerful enemy first.
"It's more than just immortality..."
But just when all six of his magic weapons were about to hit Lu Qingguan at the same time, a faint voice suddenly sounded.
"Uh-huh!"
Almost at the same time, a streak of blood flashed across.
The three heads on the necks of the three demons actually flew up at the same time.
And in the void behind the three demons, an extremely burly man appeared. He seemed to have an unknown age. He was ten feet tall. He held a black sword in his right hand and held a big sword in his left hand. With the vase in his arms, his muscles are like cast iron. When his body moves slightly, there are endless red lotus fires burning faintly in the void.
"Could it be..."
When all the Qingyang Sect disciples saw this person, they all remembered a legend and felt slightly excited.
But before they could say anything, a black army slowly appeared in the western void. It was an army entangled with demonic intent. There were not many in number, about a hundred people, but these more than a hundred warriors, But each one of them was as silent as pig iron, holding various weird magic treasures in their hands, giving people a sense of eeriness and terror. Just standing there and walking slowly forward, you can vaguely see them. Above the head, there is endless blood and demonic energy, intertwined and entwined, like a constantly changing magical beast.
In front of the army, there was a thin old man, holding up a pipe and taking a puff with a smile.
Slowly blowing out the smoke ring, revealing his mouth with only two or three teeth left, he smiled and said: "The fish will die, but the net cannot be broken..."
(End of chapter)