Under the beacon tower of Kunlun Holy Mountain, the war ignited again.

Naturally, the immortals could not let them grow bigger. Fortunately, this demon dragon obviously did not have the same position as the old god Ao Qing, and even had a tit-for-tat meaning.

In this way, this new war also belongs to the three forces.

The demon immortal clan suppressed the True Immortal Sect everywhere, and his vitality was greatly damaged. The Empress was in danger of the disaster period, so she was no longer afraid.

The old god master was eyeing him, and all the disciples of the True Immortal Sect trained under his command were brave and good at fighting, but they didn't know what kind of evil magic method they used to completely forget the fear of death and pain, and rushed forward on the battlefield, using their bodies as sharp blades, killing the enemy without retreating, which was as terrifying as a personal weapon.

However, the strength shown by the old god Ao Qing himself was only a few strokes, the tip of the iceberg was obviously not yet exerted, and with the blessing of the power of the evil god.

He can penetrate the desires of people's hearts and simply play all wise creatures in this world into his palms. He is an unimaginable terrible and mysterious enemy.

As for the demon dragon who called himself "Shangxie", he had strange strength, numerous evil demons in the energy realm, and cruel means. He showed his ambition when he came up. Even the old god Ao Qing wanted to get rid of the empress at most, but he actually intended to get involved in the source of the Kunlun god master.

If he succeeds, how can anyone in the world be able to suppress this evil demon?!

Since this is the case, all the three forces have their own goals. Why don’t they take advantage of the power and use the power between them to lose each other?

The first person to figure this out was Zhao Wenjun. From the beginning of the chaotic farce, she always stood beside the woman Guanwu Hongni, squinting her eyes and looking at everyone in the field, without expressing any opinions and attitudes.

At that time, she finally spoke, looked at Qing Ao and suggested: "The Old Lord God doesn't think that this demon dragon doesn't want this demon dragon to open the gate of the holy realm and successfully seize the source of the empress. If so, even if you possess the power of an evil god, facing such a strong opponent, what you hope in your heart will never be realized in this life, right?"

Qing Ao's dark and dull eyes swept her a little, and said bluntly: "A person who practices Taoism still has the same virtue of death, and he is still thinking about how to use others to accomplish his own affairs all day long."

Everyone couldn't help but look at Zhao Wenjun, thinking that the old god master was the first believer of the true ancestor and evil god. How dare you play with him here?

You should know that from the moment Qing Ao appeared, everyone knew in their hearts that what they thought was, even a look or a body movement, could easily be captured by him to the deepest dark thoughts and weaknesses in his heart.

Therefore, on this battlefield, even if everyone hates the culprit, they are unwilling and dare not say a word to him, for fear of being targeted by him.

This woman is just a human monk, and her aura of karma in the world is the strongest. She dared to speak out with this monster on her own initiative. I don’t know if she wanted to make a comeback or was professing herself to be smart.

Regarding the speculative and scrutinized eyes that everyone cast, Zhao Wenjun smiled softly on his calm face, and there was no trace of these people in his silence. He looked at Qing Ao's eyes without any hesitation and calmly explained: "The method of weighing the trade-offs and techniques since ancient times, as long as the use of the goal can be achieved, no matter what method is used, it will not be shattered. People among us have concerns, but they have failed to let go of their fears and fear death. Fighting against these evil demons will not have any advantage.

The dead soldiers of the True Immortal Sect under you, the Old Lord, all came from your special practice of forging and refining. They were fearless and only followed orders. However, a group of puppets turned into ashes on the battlefield, and I think you would not feel distressed."

Speaking of this, Zhao Wenjun showed a meaningful smile on his face, "I believe that for you, the old god, the church members under your hands are all chess pieces, which is far from enough to be hidden in your true strength. It is not worth worrying to give up.

But the old god Lord hesitated so much. Could it be that he knew that the chess pieces he had raised for hundreds of thousands of years were just wasteful people who could not be on the stage? He even did not even have the qualifications to deal with the demon dragon as cannon fodder. If he really came on the stage and responded to the truth, he would be afraid of losing face?"

She spoke in a word and said it seriously, and the method of provoking was almost written directly on her face.

Qing Ao met those eyes that were not timid, and a trace of interest flashed through his eyes. The sight that had originally faintly swept across her gathered towards her again.

His eyes contain the most dirty soul elements about the evil gods. In this world, there are only two types of people who dare to look him in the eyes like this.

First, a heart born with sincere heart, with sunshine in mind, and invasion of the mortal world.

The two are cunning and thoughts, and are so profound that they are hard to name. They are as good as evil gods to spy on the hearts of the world.

It is naturally impossible that the former can be said that what he said just now.

However, he just happened to be the most disgusted by the innocent and delicate person who was doing the former, and never had any favors.

To put it nicely, sincerely and cleanly, to put it badly, it is stupid and unaware of it.

He most dislikes this idiot who does not know how to suffer for life and rely on his ideals all day long.

It happened to be that the woman in front of her was obviously completely unrelated to the idiot.

At least... she lives more clearly than most of the people present.

He likes to have women with stories in their eyes.

It is rare for anyone in this world to bring him some fun...

Qing Ao didn't mind seeing her as a chess piece that would make him pay attention to, and he would have fun with her.

He stroked his lips with his fingers and said, "You don't have to be tempted by words. Sometimes when you act, you just want to do whatever you want."

After chuckling, Qing Ao's dark eyes suddenly became dark and dark. He opened his hand and raised it up. The disciples of the True Immortal Sect who were originally silent in the ice and snow woke up like ghosts who had been dormant and sleeping for a long time. The wind and snow accumulated on their bodies melted rapidly, and each pulled out an extremely thin and extremely sharp tough string from their shoulders.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! They fixed the strings with one hand, took the arm as their work, and the other hand was empty, and the strange spiritual flow gathered from the strings into a slender arrow of light.

The arrow pointed at the wolf pack on the edge of the blood pool wall.

Pulling the bowstrings, your fingers suddenly loosen, and the light arrow shot out with a whoosh. But the next moment, the light arrow formed by the spiritual current seemed extremely light.

It is as light as if a piece of dust is covered with feathers, and does not have any physical weight. It turns into dust particles and dissipates into wind and snow in the moment it leaves the string.

No traces of arrow shadows can be captured in the space anymore.

But in the next moment, the rainy arrow light actually ignored the laws of space and directly gathered above the wolf pack into the form of light arrows.

The heavy fog came over again, without a trace, silent and breathless.

However, the wolf pack's reaction speed was also extremely fast, and the wolf clan was born with the ability to capture dangerous auras.

Several of the particularly powerful demon wolves had their eyes exposed, and they roared to the sky, and the sound of wolf howlings shook the sky. Their bodies suddenly became even bigger in the moonlight. Their hind legs bent and leaped, and the entire table was rumbled and shaking. The layers of blood accumulated in the blood pool were shaking in circles of ripples.

The most powerful giant wolf jumped high and blocked the arrow lights in the sky with its body.

silly! silly! silly!

The extremely thin arrow light penetrated most of the time and shot on the wolf's body, shooting them heavily. The huge bodies fell into the snow, but they did not make any whimpering sounds. They struggled to get up without biting the arrow light on their bodies without their companions breaking it.

But the strange scarlet arrows seemed to have the power to absorb vitality. Under the severe pain, their huge bodies began to become weak and weaker without being controlled. They struggled for a long time and could not get up.

Seeing this, the immortals suddenly exclaimed the courage to kill demons. Someone raised the spirit sword in his hand and used the sword to kill. Even when he killed the wolf demons whose strongest injuries were the final ones.

"Soon!!!"

At this moment, in the sky, the white crane feathers falling down along the white wind and snow were the same color as the wind and snow, but with the murderous intent of Zhisheng. When someone reacted, the sharp feather pierced the middle of his eyebrows and his body had not yet fallen.
Chapter completed!