How powerful is the power of a god being thrown out?
Powerful coercion descended from all directions, and Helan Mountain, which had already been shattered, was severely damaged again. Countless boulders collapsed and turned into dust.
Lu Yu was very close to the ground, and he suddenly felt a pressure coming on him, making all the bones in his body begin to rattle.
He has the body of a martial immortal and can still withstand one or two attacks, but the surrounding Qianlong Army officers and soldiers are no longer able to withstand it.
Although many people were far away, they were already vomiting blood and falling into fainting.
The gap between Taoist masters and ordinary monks is like the gap between immortals and mortals. Although it is only one step away, it is like a chasm and cannot be bridged.
boom!
At this moment, Prince Gu took action again.
The crutch in his hand turned into a sharp sword, and the long sword was in his hand to kill all the disobedient people in the world.
Holding a long sword in his hand, Prince Gu, with his white hair blowing in the breeze, looks like a peerless swordsman.
boom!
The sword energy hit the Duobao Pagoda stele hard, and dense cracks appeared on the surface of the heavy and steady Duobao Pagoda stele, which was about to be broken.
However, Yan Zhenqing swung the Langhao pen in his hand again, and dots of ink flew down, hitting the Duobao Pagoda Stele. The damaged stone monument returned to its original state.
The sky is dark and the ground is dark, and the clouds are billowing.
Boom!
The Duobao Pagoda Monument is like a huge stone, rushing forward and smashing Prince Gu's sword energy into pieces.
Upon seeing this, Prince Gu shouted loudly, and swung out sword energy from the long sword in his hand, landing on the stone monument, and then reluctantly stopped the stone monument.
But the power emanating from the Duobao Pagoda Stele also acted on Prince Gu.
Although Prince Gu was still standing, there was a piece of blood seeping out of his body, which was shocking.
The blood fell drop by drop, as if falling on everyone's heart.
"Zhao Hongxun, do you want to continue fighting?" Yan Zhenqing's cold voice spread in all directions.
At this time, everyone came to their senses and realized that Prince Gu was not invincible.
From the beginning of the war to the present, Prince Gu has always been the soul of the army. Because of his presence, all the sergeants in the army always feel like they have a backer.
This is the existence of Dingjun Soul.
However, this scene now makes countless people despair.
They did win the war, but one high-level Taoist king was enough to turn the tide and rewrite the entire war situation.
"As long as I am here, the land will not be given away!" Prince Gu had begun to cough up blood. There were powerful laws wrapped around him, but they could not repair his injuries.
Prince Gu is too old.
He had exhausted a lot of life energy in Liangjie Mountain back then. Even when he returned to the Imperial Capital to recuperate, he still stayed in seclusion all year round and never left the mountain.
If Prince Su hadn't died in battle and a large number of experts from the Dayu court were taken away by Shen Linglong, he would not have left the mountain.
It's like an octogenarian old man waiting to die, burning out his last vitality.
"No retreat! No retreat!"
The surrounding Hidden Dragon Army was inspired, and each one roared, full of fighting spirit.
So what if they are facing a high-level Taoist king? They would rather die on the battlefield than lose their country in vain.
"Then go to hell."
Yan Zhenqing finally broke out. The Langhao pen in his hand seemed to be coated with a layer of gold powder. When the tip of the pen fell, the golden characters were suspended in the air, exuding supreme pressure.
He wrote again, and a larger stone tablet was suspended above the Duobao Pagoda tablet.