Chapter 827; Forty-six Messengers In the impression of Demon Lord Huntian, the Poison God never showed a panicked expression, but just now, he seemed to see a look of panic on the Poison God's face.
People call it a "panic" expression.
The God of Poison is famous for being cold and cold in the animal world. No one has ever seen him smile. Even if he does smile, it is just a faint smile. It is not clear whether he is happy or not.
"Lord Poison God, I heard that your appearance remained unchanged despite the collapse of Mount Tai. I didn't expect that there was something that you were afraid of. I just don't know what it was that made you so panicked?" Demon Lord Huntian said with a smile.
At this time, if it was a clone from Yamata no Orochi, Demon Sword or even Eight Tailed Orochi, they would feel that something big must have happened. Only Demon Lord Huntian was completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter at this time.
"You just said that what you tore into pieces was not a pet, but a magic weapon. You got into trouble, did you know that?" The Poison God's expression only showed panic for a moment, and now it has returned to a state of sinking face.
"Causing trouble? Huh! If the sky is the biggest disaster, I would dare to break through the sky!" Demon Lord Huntian said as if he was not afraid of anything.
The Poison God shook his head, "Monster Huntian, you are really brave. Among the six paths, there are only a few strong ones who can transform magic weapons into animal or human forms. The demon sword of the animal path, the bloody wind of the human path
Sword, and there is also such a valuable treasure in Shura Dao..."
Speaking of this, Demon Lord Huntian suddenly thought of something, "What! Could it be that the magic weapon just now was the Dragon Sword?"
Demon Lord Huntian knew that the most powerful King Fudo in the Shura Way once had a magic weapon called Dragon Sword.
At the beginning of the Six Paths War, King Fudo Ming held the dragon sword at his feet and fought in all directions.
"Is this person related to Prince Fudo?" Demon Lord Huntian finally came to his senses.
The Poison God sighed and said: "I don't know what is going on now, but although King Fudo has died long ago, his reputation is still there in the Six Paths. If this person is his descendant
If so, things will be really difficult to handle!”
"It doesn't matter whether it's easy or not! Even if King Fudo is here, I'm not afraid!" As he said that, Demon Lord Huntian rushed down.
The Poison God shook his head. It was easy to take advantage of such a reckless person who was fearless, but sometimes he was too disobedient.
At this time, Ouyang Lei had just helped the teacher to fight out, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he was instantly stunned.
I am not someone who has never seen big scenes. When I look at the monster army in front of me, I already know the number of the monster army in front of me without counting.
One hundred thousand!
There are a hundred thousand monster legions in front of us!
At the same time, a powerful attack came down from the sky.
Normally, Ouyang Lei would have been able to dodge, but now that he had Murong Feichen by his side, his movements would certainly not be as nimble as when he was alone.
"Sir, be careful!" Zhi Zhajia shouted, and then rushed forward, knocking Ouyang Lei away and blocking the tyrannical attack.
"Pfft..." Zizhajia spat out a large mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"Zhi Zhajia!" Jinkara, who was behind, saw Zhi Zhajia being injured and shouted loudly. As a result, he was accidentally injured when the surrounding guards found an opportunity to attack him.
Ouyang Lei frowned. Zhizhajia and Jinjialuo had always been the most capable men among his subordinates. As a result, there were now a hundred thousand monster legions in front of them and a large number of guards chasing them behind. It happened that at this time, the two
Someone is injured.
In order to avoid the tragedy of Longjian, Ouyang Lei could only recall two people.
At the same time, the five skeletons are summoned, the eight boys are protecting the surroundings, and the two boys mentioned above are behind to block the enemy.
Now because the second boy mentioned above was injured, he could only let the five skeletons come out to resist.
Although the current battle is fierce, Ouyang Lei is still very calm in his heart. The more fierce the battle, the more calm he has to be. Otherwise, he may accidentally wipe out his entire army. Before, a pair of black phantoms appeared in the sky.
The shadow claws tore the dragon sword apart forcefully.
Then there was another tyrannical attack that severely injured Zizhajia. From this, it seemed that there must be a powerful existence in the sky.
"Eight Dragon King, there are masters in the sky, I'll leave it to you!" Although the opponent should be a person with strong fighting ability, Ouyang Lei has confidence in the Eight Dragon King.
After summoning the Eight Dragon Kings, Ouyang Lei suddenly noticed something, something he didn't want to see.
The 100,000 monster legions in front of them are approaching step by step. If they wait until they get closer, no matter how strong they are, they will not be able to rush through them.
Then, the forty-six messengers suddenly turned around and all knelt down towards him.
"Sir, thank you for being so kind to us during this time, but we are not just envoys of King Fudo, we are warriors galloping on the battlefield! If there is an afterlife, we are still willing to follow you!"
"follow!"
"follow!"
…
Along with the shouts, Ouyang Lei felt a bad feeling in his heart.
The Forty-Six Messengers seldom spoke, unlike Zhichajia and Jinkara, or Fudoufeng, and the Heart-Went Snake, but this did not mean that he did not understand them.
On the contrary, I know that these forty-six people are serious people no matter what they do.
But now, I feel that these forty-six people are saying goodbye to me.
By the time he wanted to persuade him to stay, the forty-six people who had just been kneeling on the ground had already stood up, spread out like fans and arranged in a half-moon shape, charging towards the army of 100,000 monsters.
"No -" Ouyang Lei already understood that these forty-six people wanted to use their lives to clear the way for themselves.
Boom - Ouyang Lei's roar had just left his mouth when the body of a messenger from a distance rushed into the monster legion and suddenly exploded. The powerful impact killed all the monster legions around him and turned them into flesh and blood scattered on the ground, even those in the distance.
All the monster legions were affected.
But this is not the end, this is just the beginning.
Because the forty-six messengers are not one person, they are forty-six people, and they are forty-six people who are willing to shed their lives and blood for the object of their loyalty.
"Brothers! We have followed Mr. Fudo Myooh throughout our lives. Have we ever regretted it?"
"No--"
"Brothers! We have followed the stand-alone master all our lives, have we ever regretted it!"
"No--"
"Brothers! Today we will die on this proud battlefield. Have you ever regretted it?"
"No--"
Who was that sad song, and whose life it was sung by?
