Minghai looked disdainfully at the Daoze Divine Disk, and then his eyes swept across the heroes of his hometown behind Taoist Master Luo Wu.
Most of the heroes who were swept by his eyes did not dare to look at him.
Qing Chen, Yun Linzi and other Taoist disciples dared to face Ming Hai's cold gaze, but they were not even qualified to be looked at by Ming Hai twice.
The same goes for Chen Xuan. The moment Ming Hai glanced at Chen Xuan's face, he didn't stop at all and regarded Chen Xuan as an existence like air.
Finally, Ming Hai's eyes returned to Taoist Luo Wu's face: "Is this the future of your human race's last piece of pure land?
Without a decent descendant, each generation is really inferior to the next; I think when I led the army to destroy a certain Dao sect in the third era, there were still a few talented people who could see through it and could block my three swords."
"Then you are wrong. Qingchen and Yunlinzi, the two great disciples of our Taoist sect, are enough to carry the fire of hope for the human race! Now, let us old guys finish this battle for them first."
Taoist Master Luo Wu only had a firm look in his deep and wise eyes. He looked down upon death and resolutely activated the power of the Taoist Divine Plate. In an instant, various top-notch Taoist Divine Principles evolved, and the vast and majestic Taoist power spewed out towards him.
Minghai moved across! Minghai snorted coldly and slashed in the air with his double-edged sword, splitting the sky and shattering the true meaning of all avenues.
But he was still forced back dozens of feet by Taoist Priest Luo Wu.
Seeing this scene, the morale of the monks in their hometown was greatly boosted. They shouted loudly and rushed towards the millions of dead people! The war broke out, the mountains shook and the earth shook, vitality surged, and the auras of various treasures were dazzling, covering up the original color of the entire sky.
Led by Taoist Master Luo Wu and Hong Shen, the nine sages of the Taoist sect faced off against the Seven Underworld Blades, with billions of Taoist powers and overwhelming killing power. This unparalleled and peerless battle surpassed the imagination of the world, and the evolution of all laws was unprecedented.
The brilliance of divine magic is flying, and there is no room for anyone with weaker strength to interfere.
Chen Xuan, however, did not intend to intervene in the battle at the Holy Saint level for the time being. He did not even take action, but was observing calmly.
Feng Yue was beside him, also motionless, just standing out of thin air.
The two of them watched Qing Chen, Yun Linzi and other Taoist heroes rushing together with the funeral warriors wearing skeleton armor. Those burial warriors had no concept of the realm of monks, and their aura was unpredictable, but when they waved the black bones on their hands,
When using a spear, the patches of dark aura evoked can annihilate most Taoist spells. The aura of death and disgrace can even plunder the spiritual energy of magic weapons, making the natal treasures sacrificed by Taoist cultivators ineffective.
When a magic weapon with originally brilliant aura comes into contact with a dark gray aura, it is like a flower withering, turning into gray and losing all its power.
All the heroes were horrified. Losing their magic weapon made them extremely panic. Fortunately, Qing Chen and other leaders of the younger generation stabilized the situation.
During the melee, Yun Linzi turned around and saw that Chen Xuan and Feng Yue were still watching. He suddenly became angry and said, "Evil Emperor, why don't you take action?"
The moment Yun Linzi said these words, Chen Xuan took action first.
The Emperor Sword with arrogant sword intent was held in Chen Xuanji's hand. At the same time, the Immortal Sword Domain, Evil Martial Lord, Jiang Xuan Shuang, etc. were all summoned. Among them, Jiang Xuan Shuang protected Feng Yue, and Chen Xuan himself brought the two big swords.
The Supreme Martial Spirit charged forward! Three sacred stones lit up on the Emperor's Sword, and a magnificent sword energy swept out, facing dozens of burial soldiers in front, and collided with the dark aura inspired by the opponent's bone spear.
Cancel each other out.
Yun Linzi, who thought Chen Xuan would be crushed, was stunned.
The heroes around him were also in disbelief.
It was very difficult for them to deal with three or four funeral warriors, but Chen Xuan was actually able to fight to a draw with dozens of burial warriors.
Although it was only one round, Chen Xuan's performance exceeded the expectations of the Taoist heroes.
Then a big question mark appeared in the hearts of the heroes: Why can Chen Xuan not be afraid of the dark atmosphere?
"I didn't expect that the Evil Emperor actually cultivated a sword that is infinitely close to the supreme, so it can cancel each other out with the dark aura."
Qingchen was not too surprised by Chen Xuan's performance, because he himself also mastered several kinds of Taoist essence.
Just relying on a few heroes who have mastered the essence of the great road is far from enough to resist millions of corpses.
Not long after the war, the homeland was completely suppressed, and the situation began to become critical.
"Yue'er!"
Chen Xuan, who was charging back and forth in the formation, shouted. Feng Yue understood it and raised her slender and white jade neck slightly, and then a heavenly song spread across the battlefield - "Roaring like thunder, unyielding to the heaven and earth; where does the long tassel go?"
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The light cavalry chases away, leaving the horse's place empty; the iron clothes are broken, the bowstring frightens the partridges; the long drive conquers the homeland and the world; the halberd sinks in the sand, and the dragon takes off its armor; the three armies attack together, don't ask about the way forward, the loess is scattered..." Listen
Hearing this majestic war song, the blood of millions of monks in their hometown instantly boiled, their aura soared, their fighting spirit burned like a blazing fire, and the combat power of the entire army tripled! "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Many Taoist cultivators' eyes were like fire, and they rushed into the enemy's formation with great enthusiasm, completely disregarding life and death. They only wanted to throw their heads and shed their blood to defend the last piece of pure land of the human race! Feeling the vitality in their bodies surging and flowing, the green dust and clouds
Linzi and others looked at Feng Yue in disbelief while charging to kill him.
How could they have imagined that Feng Yue's singing contained such powerful power! Moreover, Feng Yue, who had been promoted to the High God Lord, did not need her allies to believe in her, and she could also increase the combat power of her allies without any difference.
Outside the boundary wall, in the sea of stars, the Holy King of the Underworld, who had been leaning on the throne with one hand supporting his chin, finally opened his eyes slightly and took a look at the battlefield.
Obviously, Feng Yue attracted the attention of the Dark Holy King.
This means that the greatest danger is about to befall Feng Yue.
Chen Xuan's heart suddenly sank, and he immediately rushed away from the frenzied army of funeral soldiers around him, and flew over to protect Feng Yue.
When Chen Xuan flew to Feng Yue's side, as expected by Chen Xuan, the general holding the black flame war blade among the Seven Underworld Blades slashed at Feng Yue's neck.
It was too late, but it was too soon. Chen Xuan raised the Emperor Sword's crossbar in front of Feng Yue, and struck hard with the Black Flame War Blade, causing a huge vibration in the space, and the sky hundreds of thousands of miles away collapsed instantly! Boom! Black!
The flame war blade triggered a huge explosion with terrifying power. It was a veritable flame blade. Every time it slashed, it would produce a super flame explosion, causing heavy casualties to the hometown monks around Chen Xuan.
"It's over!"
Qingchen's heart skipped a beat, and he regretted that he didn't go there immediately to help Chen Xuan protect Feng Yue.
Mainly, Qingchen didn't expect that Feng Yue would play such a big role in the war, even surpassing their master Luo Wu.
In this way, he was killed by the opponent's general.
All the Taoist cultivators thought that Chen Xuan Fengyue died under the sword. The thick black smoke dispersed, but Chen Xuan protected Feng Yue steadily. Neither he nor the Emperor Sword was damaged at all.
"Um?"
The Saint King of the Underworld on the throne glanced at Chen Xuan's face.
