When the words fall, the battle song starts.
[Tiangang Beidou]Activate!
Seven silver threads shot out from the Tianmoqin and connected to everyone in Xiaoyaomen.
With the seven stars as the base, the magic circle is constructed with musical notes, and every companion on the battlefield is connected in series. Muyan is the heart of the formation, and every other point is the eyes of the formation, complementing each other, perfect combination, infinitely expanding the power of the original seven people.
Muyan's hand that plucked the strings was so fast that it almost appeared afterimages.
Yun Ruohan and the other six also moved instantly.
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One Transcendence Tribulation, six out-of-body peaks, what is the concept of a dozen Transcendence cultivators
If we put it in the past, it would not be an exaggeration to say that an egg hits a rock and a gnat shakes a tree.
It stands to reason that the Seven Sons of Xiaoyao should also be killed without any suspense.
However, at this moment, everyone in Tumo Square who looked up at the war believed it from the bottom of their hearts.
The Happy Seven Sons will win!
Jun Muyan will win!
Because they are already an invincible combination on this comprehension continent.
And Jun Muyan is truly an invincible king that no one can shake!
"Happy, happy, who else but me!"
"Happy and happy, dominate the world!!"
It wasn't just whoever shouted it out first, then like a single spark, it set the entire Fengtian Mountain Range ablaze.
…
The fight went on for a long, long time.
From the scorching sun to the setting sun.
In the square, the battle between the Underworld Flame Army and the Demon Slayer Army has ended.
With the assistance of Jun Muyan's music, the Mingyan Army won an overwhelming victory.
Yes, in the process of fighting side by side with the six sons of Xiaoyao, Muyan never stopped assisting the Mingyan Army.
[Phantom Heavy]Let her bring out her Kagmusha talent to the extreme.
It also completely reversed the situation that should have been desperate.
And those who watched this battle, no matter it was Muyan's side or those who had already taken refuge with Marquis Dingbei, none of them left.
Because everyone knows that what they are watching at this moment is an epic battle.
What they want to witness is the birth of the most powerful king ever.
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"No! I don't believe it!!"
With disheveled hair, Chu Xinyan stared at Jun Muyan with red eyes, and at the man who defeated him among the Seven Sons of Xiaoyao.
That frail Chu Moli was sitting in a wheelchair, as if he could fall if the wind blows.
At this time, Chu Xinyan was like an old man in his dying years, with a hoarse voice and wrinkled face, and he no longer had the spirit he had before.
When the 80,000 Mingyan Army appeared, he thought that he would be defeated.
But he didn't understand how he was defeated by Chu Moli.
Facing this crippled young man, he strangled him by the throat, thinking that he could swallow all the vitality in his body.
However, the young man whose lifeline was suppressed just smiled shyly.
Afterwards, the soul essence in Chu Xinyan's body that maintained his life and youth poured towards Chu Moli like a river breaking its embankment.
In the end, Chu Xinyan cut off his own arm cruelly, so that he could escape from the hands of the smiling, gentle and modest young man who was as terrifying as a devil.
But the appearance and accumulated cultivation that he had painstakingly maintained over the past three hundred years were completely destroyed at this moment.
In the heart-piercing pain, he heard Chu Moli's tepid voice ringing in his ears.
"I don't know where you learned a little [curse] fur, but you use it on me..."
Chu Moli didn't finish the last words.
But Chu Xinyan saw the mockery and disdain in the young man's eyes.