As the arm of a huge dharma body was torn off, Ning Hao was furious. The huge golden dharma body raised its head high, with anger in its eyes, and said lightly: "Are you monsters really all a bunch of beasts?!"
Fu Sheng frowned, and the bamboo slips in his sleeves stacked up one after another, turning into a series of attack methods that fell hard on the huge body of Ning Haoshou. A Dongyue Mountain Lord of the Twelve Realms, who was stationed in his own territory, and the Qinling area
The mountains and rivers are interdependent and blend together, and the entire Dharmakaya is as solid as a mountain. It is indeed very difficult to completely suppress it.
"Get away!"
Ning Haoshou's only remaining arm suddenly opened its fingers, and suddenly there was a violent buzzing from the ground. The next moment, a brilliant golden sword measuring over a thousand feet emerged from the mountain. The moment Ning Haoshou held it in his hand,
For a time, the entire Dongyue Mountain was ringing continuously, and the landscape and destiny in the nearby area had been completely mobilized by Ning Haoshou.
"laugh!"
Deep in the jungle, a ray of light shot out of the sky and struck hard behind Ning Haoshou's body. The sword energy was extremely blazing and the strike made the golden body tremble. Golden stars kept falling, and the person who drew the sword was a
A woman wearing a long blue dress, carrying a folded green oil-paper umbrella behind her back, and holding a sharp blade, was none other than Long Zheng, the Great Demon of the Twelve Realms.
"I come!"
In the mountain forest on one side, with a roar like thunder, Lu Yan, a great demon of the Twelve Realms in a blue robe, suddenly rushed out, dragging a river behind him, and a spear refined from the true dragon's spine swept out in his hand.
, sacrificed hundreds of feet of Dharma, and struck Ning Haoshou with a fierce blow on his waist, which was so powerful that Ning Haoshou could not stand firm at all.
"Get down!"
Ning Yuansheng opened his arms, and his eyes glowed with fierce light. The huge nine-headed lion appeared behind him and stretched across the mountains. He suddenly raised a sharp claw and landed heavily on Ning Haoshou's shoulder.
Immediately, the tiger's body was pressed hard on the top of the mountain. At the same time, Fu Sheng's golden carving knife once again glowed with brilliance, and it fell hard, slashing out between Ning Haoshou's neck.
A deep mark.
Ning Hao is a human Dongyue, how can he be willing to die like this? With a low roar, the entire Dongyue trembled, and the endless mountains rose up, turning into stone cones, ground thorns, etc. to attack a group of big demons
, but at the same time, a graceful figure in a white dress appeared on the top of the mountain. The sword light passed by, and the overwhelming sword energy surged like a tide, crushing all the mountainous terrain that Ning Hao was trying to counterattack.
Nan Qingfeng, the Thirteenth Realm of the Demon Clan's Ancestral Mountain.
So far, three demon clans from the thirteenth realm have appeared on the boundary of Shuzhou.
"Quick fight!"
Nan Qingfeng frowned slightly and said: "Hurry!"
As she said that, she passed by and landed on the shoulders of Ning Haoshou Dharma Body like a fallen leaf. But at that moment when a pair of slender feet stepped on it, Ning Haoshou trembled all over and his body suddenly sank dozens of feet.
, the dharma body slowly collapsed. At the same time, Long Zheng's figure passed by. As his wrist flipped, wisps of fine sword energy wrapped around Ning Haoshou's entire arm. When Long Zheng activated his sword intent,
Immediately, the entire arm was strangled until almost only the golden skeleton remained.
Lu Huan roared angrily, revealing his true form of the evil dragon, and hit Ning Haoshou hard on the back, while Fu Sheng waved out his sleeves, and suddenly a series of bamboo slips lay across the sky, full of evil spirit.
Confucianism, Taoism, and magic were like raindrops hitting Ning Haoshou's back, and in the blink of an eye, the entire golden body of the tiger was beaten like a sieve.
"about there!"
Ning Yuansheng roared angrily, and his true body struck like lightning. The blood-weeping fan in his hand was filled with soaring demonic aura, and he pressed it hard on the back of Ning Haoshou's head. The next moment, it penetrated directly through the head, and a wisp of demonic aura came from Ning Haoshou's head.
The center of his eyebrows was pierced, and at the same time, Long Zheng jumped up high, and a sharp sword fell from the sky, and the head of the poor human Dongyue Mountain Lord was immediately chopped off.
"Boom~~~"
Amidst the loud noise, Ning Haoshou's head fell from the sky and turned into a huge stone dozens of feet in size, rolling down from the top of the mountain, crushing countless mountains and forests, and the entire Dongyue seemed to have lost all its charm at this moment.
Generally, the entire Dongyue Mountain Monarch Temple becomes eclipsed.
At this point, the human race Dongyue Mountain King officially fell.
…
"snort!"
As a sword cultivator from the Twelve Realm Demon Clan, Long Zheng's murderous aura was unusually strong. She saw the collapse of the tiger before her eyes and found the fallen tiger. She immediately turned her attention to the dilapidated tiger temple not far away, and suddenly became confused.
Gritting his silver teeth, he raised the sword blade in his hand, looked at Shannan, and asked: "Can it be leveled with one sword?"
On the hill, a wisp of fiery red shone down, transforming into the figure of the great demon Yu Zhi in a long skirt. She frowned and said: "Sooner or later, the south will be the version of our demon clan, even if the situation of Lu Chen is really
It’s done, this Dongyue can’t be flooded, so it’s better to keep it, otherwise when we demon clan takes over the territory of the human race, we will still have to rebuild it, and it will cost a lot of money.”
"Um."
Long Zheng nodded: "I listen to you."
The jade sword floated up, and Yufeng looked at the golden body of the Twelve Realm Mountain Lord that was being annihilated. He couldn't help but frowned, feeling a little regretful. How could he not feel sorry for himself? The bones of people like Ning Haoshou were really too hard.
At the beginning of the Xia-Shang War, he did not surrender. He would rather die in battle. After his death, he was granted the title of Heaven and Earth and became the Dongyue Mountain Lord of the human race. He guarded the mountains and rivers here for many years. Now he was besieged to death by many demon clans in the Thirteenth and Twelfth Realms.
There is no way to escape without resorting to the situation of mountains and rivers. This kind of person is not only tough-minded, but also puts the overall situation first. It would be great if the demon clan had a few more people like this.
Unfortunately, when she looked at Long Zheng, Lu Huan and the others, the demon tribe was full of vengeful, vicious and vicious people who pursued the legendary wilderness of killing and becoming saints. In terms of mental state, they were indeed not inferior to the mountain monks of the human race.
She took out a jasper-carved ruler from her arms, and saw that the scales on the ruler were disappearing. She frowned, looked at everyone, and said: "Dongyue has fallen, and the land of Xishu has been slowly sinking.
But the speed is still too slow. Immediately set up the nine-star array, Lord Nine Spirits. After the nine-star array is completed, it is up to you how to speed up the depletion of luck in Xishu."
"Don't worry, Lord Tamaki."
Ning Yuansheng cupped his fists and smiled: "Leave it to me."
Long Zheng wiped the golden blood on the sword blade, and then looked at the golden body of the tiger that was almost annihilated. He couldn't help but let out a sneer. The legendary Ning Haoshou, the Dongyue Mountain Lord of the Twelve Realms of the Human Race, turned out to be nothing more than that.
…
Shuzhou, west of Qinling Mountains.
Four rays of sword light fell together in the Qinling Mountains, turning into four figures in the forest. They were Lin Zhao, Su Qingjiu, Zhi Zhi, and Huang Tingyu. The moment they fell, Lin Zhao felt something in his heart.
He was a little bored and panicked, and then the earth sank slightly. He hurriedly looked to the east, knowing what must have happened over there, but his level of the Nine Realms was too low to gain insight into more information.
"What's wrong?" He was confused.
Su Qingjiu, dressed in a red skirt and white shirt, looked like a fairy descending from the mortal world. She also glanced at the east, feeling slightly depressed. It was bad news, but she didn't know how to tell Brother Lin Zhao.
Huang Tingyu and Gao Zhi's cultivation level was slightly inferior. They could sense that the landscape situation in the east was becoming chaotic, but they didn't know what happened. They could only speculate that something might have happened to Dongyue Ning Haoshou.
Neither of them spoke.
"what happened?"
Lin Zhao frowned and said, "Xiao Jiu'er?"
"Brother Lin Zhao."
Su Qingjiu frowned slightly and said: "If I guessed correctly, the human race Dongyue Mountain Lord Ning Haoshou... should be gone. The landscape situation in the east is now very chaotic, and there are also wisps of evil spirits hidden.
To kill Ning Hao's head in an instant... it should have taken at least three demon clans from the Thirteenth Realm, maybe more."
"what to do?"
Huang Tingyu frowned and said: "Going to Dongyue now is tantamount to committing suicide. There are too few of us, and Lin Zhao's cultivation level is too low, so he can easily be killed."
"Not going to Dongyue."
There was a chill in Lin Zhao's eyes as he said: "The debt for killing Ning Haoshou will be settled slowly. There is no need to die now. All of you suppress your aura to the lowest level. Enter the Qinling Mountains and look for the Xunlu Sword first.
Whereabouts, once you meet the demon clan in the upper five realms, kill if you can, and leave if you can't, don't hesitate."
"knew."
Everyone nodded together.
Lin Zhao's heart was very heavy. The situation in Shuzhou was beyond his imagination. He did not expect that at the beginning, Jun Ning Haoshou of Dongyue Mountain was killed. The situation at this time was no longer optimistic. Therefore, Lin Zhao's actions in Western Shu would be even more serious.
He is so meticulous that he will never make fun of the lives of Xiao Jiuer, Zhi Zhi and Lao Huang.
…
The Ancestral Court of the Mohist Family.
A dragon boat was fully loaded with 500 young Mohist monks. Next to the dragon boat, Xu Shuo was dressed in a green shirt and carrying a long wooden box behind him.
, said: "Let's go."
"Shuo'er."
The Fourteenth Realm Juzi frowned and said: "The situation in Shuzhou is all in your hands. Prepare your formation well and don't let this world down."
"Yes, Master!"
Xu Shuo frowned and looked at his master again. He was going to such a dangerous place, and maybe he would never come back.
"Junior brother!"
Among the crowd, a fat monk wearing the attire of a second-generation disciple of the Mohist family frowned. He had a fat face and was pretty good-looking, but he was extremely fat in his middle age. His body was like a bucket, and he was carrying three long spears wrapped in gray cloth behind his back.
, among the new generation of disciples in the Mo family's ancestral family, he is the senior brother and the most capable of fighting. There is no doubt about this. Even three Xu Shuo tied together may not be his opponent.
"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked.
Xu Shuo smiled: "Elder brother, the sect is not in peace either. It's better to stay and sit in the Mo family's ancestral court with the master. Regarding the fight in Xishu... I may not be good at it, but I have Su Qingjiu, Huang Tingyu
, Long Dongjun and others are fine."
"Then... come back safely!"
"Um."
Xu Shuo stood on the bow of the ship, clasped his fists at his master and fellow apprentices, and said, "Xu Shuo has gone. May the world of my human race be at peace, and may the ancestral home of the Moh family be at peace!"
