"Dare to leave such ugly scars on my flawless skin, and even hurt my face... Hehe, you were so arrogant just now! Now, Feng Shui has turned!"
The faces of An Ye Eight and An Ye Twelve were full of shock.
They raised their heads and looked around, and said with a serious face: "What is this piano sound?"
Of course Xue Ji and Yaodao had thought at this time that this was the princess coming down.
Apart from Her Royal Highness, who else's piano sound can have such a heaven-defying effect.
Can live the dead, flesh and bones.
Can control life and death, control the overall situation of the battlefield.
Xue Ji thought of the scene of the Yaodao gradually losing its life in her arms just now, she couldn't help being full of admiration and gratitude to Muyan.
At the same time extremely worried.
How could Her Royal Highness, the golden branch and the jade leaf, come to such a bloody and dirty battlefield
So if you want to make a quick decision, you must make a quick decision!
Xue Ji sneered and said: "This is your curse! Goubi of Fentian, accept your fate, you have already missed the best time to kill us, now the roles of prey and hunter are reversed, you clean my neck, etc. Die!"
As soon as the words fell, the magic knife Zhuoyue suddenly emitted a dazzling red light, and flew towards the dark night twelve.
At the same time, the figure of Yaodao disappeared in place, his movements were clean and neat, and he rushed towards An Yeba without a trace of muddy water.
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At the same time, other locations on the battlefield.
The demons, who were already exhausted and exhausted of demon energy, also heard the sound of the piano that penetrated the entire battlefield.
The nature of the demons is proud, tyrannical, and self-respecting.
Above the Qianyuan, where the devilish energy is scarce, but where the spirit energy and fairy energy are pervasive, they may be able to restrain themselves a bit.
But under the abyss, it is the place where the demons dominate.
They have never been stingy with ridiculing and insulting human spirituality who strayed into the abyss.
Even those Fallen who chose their side are looked down upon by them.
In the eyes of the demons, the submerged abyss is their territory.
Moyun Ridge is their playground.
The Nether Realm's attack on other sects is so powerful that no one can stop it
But so what
As long as they dare to go under the abyss, the army of demons can beat them until their parents don't know each other!
So when the Demon Lord announced that he was going to fight against the army of the Nether Realm in Moyun Ridge, the entire Demon Clan cheered excitedly and violently.
They like to torture and kill hypocritical humans in the territory of the demons, and they like to use human bones to bury their Moyun Ridge.
However, when the war started, the demons found that everything was completely different from what they had imagined.
The army of the Nether Realm, who are spiritual cultivators, was not eroded by the devil energy at all under the Qianyuan, and their strength was greatly reduced.
The more they fought, the braver they became, and the more they fought, the more ferocious they became.
There was no trace of fear and cowardice towards death on his face.
Is this the familiar spiritual practice of greed for life and fear of death, fear and loathing of evil spirits
On the contrary, the demon army felt that the battle became more and more difficult.
The magic energy in the body is rapidly consumed.
And the black mist mixed with strong demonic energy permeated the whole body, not only did not bring deterrence and trouble to the enemy.
On the contrary, it made them more and more irritable, more and more fearful, and more and more... desperate.
Companions kept falling at his feet.
They had their hands and feet amputated, their bodies cut off in the middle, and half their heads were cut off.
Although the magic core was not destroyed, and he would not die immediately, he completely lost his fighting power.
Blood spattered on the face.