Chapter 532: The war ends (Third update, please recommend and vote monthly)
At the same time, more than a dozen worlds away from the cloud world, Long Ying was half-opening his eyes in boredom,
Theoretically speaking, even though there is an insurmountable distance, if Longying in the Holy Temple is willing, he can observe everything in the twenty parallel spaces around him.
At this time, the scene at the top of Mount Xiao was all in his eyes.
However, the confrontation between the two armies seemed a bit boring to him. The only interesting thing was his apprentice.
"——There were four thousand Blood Cloud Riders guarding him. If he didn't act more simply, he would massacre the Shangxiao Xuanling Sect. However, he still had to hide it until the Ten Jue Sky Formation was deployed. He was planning to kill Dong
Are all Linzhu Sect’s men in Shangxiao Sect to be killed? This disciple of mine is really not an ordinary insidious person!”
"Speaking of insidiousness, as a master, you are not bad at all. If it weren't for the dragon shadow that you used to cover up with your body, I'm afraid that the Lingyun Sect would have already known about Zong Shou's arrangement——"
With a chuckle, he suddenly remembered behind Long Ying. A figure stepped out of the void and walked towards him. His body shape, voice and appearance were none other than Ao Kun.
"You are indeed in the holy realm!"
Long Ying turned his head, then his eyes flashed slightly, and he exclaimed again: "But you still master the law of destruction. This time you are a blessing in disguise. It seems that my apprentice has really benefited you a lot."
"Zong Shou is indeed the noble man in my destiny!"
Ao Kun nodded. Although he was extremely grateful in his heart, he would not express it on his face: "If it weren't for him, even if I found the pill, I'm afraid I would only be a slave to others in this life. Now I am reunited with Long Dan.
, and no longer need to be held hostage——"
"Hmph! I'm afraid someone from the Cangsheng Dao has intervened in it, right? That Wei Xu is really as cunning as a fox. Xizi has been honest all his life, so why did he accept such a cunning apprentice? In short, we owe you a lot of favors.
.Forget it! Now that you are here to take care of me, I can rest assured. Anyway, the lifespan of your dragon clan is very long!"
Long Ying snorted coldly, but seemed not to want to talk about this ordinary matter. He changed the subject and said: "It seems that you came at the right time this time! Hide here for a while. When they can't stand it any longer, go out.
Help me kill that bastard from Shangxiao Sect!"
Ao Kun raised his eyebrows, then smiled: "Brother Long Ying, why are you so angry this time?"
"Why isn't it so popular?"
Long Ying's face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were extremely cold as he looked into the void in the distance. (Temple)
But he could sense from a distance that there were at least two other people from the Lingyun Sect who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
"Did you know that there are two of that boy from Lingyun Sect in the Holy Realm alone? There are also ten people in the Divine Realm. I am too lazy to estimate the rest in the Immortal Realm. This is a given. If Zong Shou is defeated, I will definitely
Go to the Cloud Realm to save people. This time, the killing is not only for Zong Shou, but also for me, Long Ying! Just like Xizi back then. Hey! Since they want me dead, how can I, Long Ying, not do it?
Pay back the favor?"
Ao Kun chuckled when he heard this: "Unexpectedly, after thousands of years of not seeing each other, Ao Kun's water chestnuts have also been smoothed away. Long Ying, your temper is still so hot!"
Then there was a pause in his words, and there was a hint of murderous intention in his voice: "But the last sentence is true. Since he is waiting and must seek death, there is no way. I, Ao Kun, have not been here for a long time.
kill--"
Long Ying suddenly raised his head and laughed, this was what he was waiting for.
"That boy from the Lingyun Sect thinks he has nothing to lose. If I saw you today, I wonder what your expression would be like? In the battle with the Shangxiao Sect, the Lingyun Sect lost at least 70% of its strength. I wonder what this guy would think?"
When he thought about the battle with that person later, unexpectedly, there was a Saint who mastered the method of destruction beside him. Long Ying felt very happy, his eyes narrowed, and his smile turned into a slit. Then he added
His heart moved slightly: "Huh? It seems that he has taken action? What on earth is that boy Zong Shou doing? The Blood Cloud Cavalry is still motionless. What can only those Black Fox Cavalry and tens of thousands of ordinary cavalry do? Boring,
Boring! I really regret taking on this apprentice, I’m so unhappy!"
When Ao Kun heard this, his eyes also passed through the layers of space and looked far away.
Then he smiled again, but the 4,200 Blood Cloud Cavalry were still stopped in the black mist.
However, within ten miles around, every time someone from the enemy dies, a trace of blood energy will be absorbed into the black mist.
It can be seen that the armors of these Bloody Cloud Riders are getting redder and dazzling, as if there is blood flowing on them. The Holy Temple
Counting the time, it’s almost time for this ancient iron cavalry to shock the cloud world again——
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At this time, at the foot of Shangxiao Mountain, there was a roar like thunder. Hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers armed to the teeth were surrounding a small hill and fighting continuously.
Both sides have experienced hundreds of battles, and they are both silent at this moment. The only sounds that can be heard are the clash of weapons, the clash of armored soldiers, and the screams of the riding animals.
They don't need to roar to be brave, nor do they need to howl to vent their anger. They are both extremely tough, as if they are just killing machines.
One of them was Qiantian Mountain's 70,000 cavalrymen. They were divided into several groups. They were constantly surrounding and attacking at the foot of the mountain, breaking up and defeating the oppressive phalanx one by one.
Under the trampling of horse hooves, almost no one survives!
On one side is the Thousand Cities Alliance, millions of troops gathered here. Each square formation marches forward in formation, marching forward like indestructible iron walls.
Even though he knew he could not withstand the impact of the cavalry, he still fought to the death. Even if he was scattered, he would not retreat in a panic. Instead, he would retreat to the rear through the gaps between the square formations in an orderly manner and quickly regroup.
Formation.
It's like a wave, endless. Wave after wave, hitting the hill.
Every few breaths passed, millions of feathered arrows flew into the air. They fell towards the other side, constantly impacting the aura barrier built up by the spiritual cultivation of Kongqi Sect and Qiling Sect.
After each rain of arrows, the barrier would dim for a few moments, but it would always return to its original state within a moment.
On the hill, next to Zong Shou, Zhao Yanran frowned slightly: "I guess I can only last another hour -"
"I know!"
Zong Shou nodded slightly, then looked to the opposite side: "I guess they can't wait any longer."
Just a hundred feet behind him, waves of tyrannical blood evil energy were gradually overflowing. The blood energy essence of thousands of people also began to break out of the black mist.
Even a heavenly weapon cannot suppress it at this time.
Lei Dong and Jin Buhui were both shocked and confused. Could it be that Zong Shou had prepared some demonic artifact in this mist? Absorbing the blood of the dead in battle was really similar to a demon.
Zong Shou is so determined to see that everyone here is not half -sorrowful. What kind of thing is hidden in this fog?
I was uneasy in my heart, I really didn't want to be Zong Shou, and embarked on the evil way.
At this time, Zong Shou's notes, Yang Fan also looked very dignified, and stood up from his seat. Looking at the opposite side, he fell into condensation.
I am getting more and more uneasy in my heart, and more and more embarrassed.
The most shocking is the dark mist. Whenever someone dies, the breath in the black mist is even more strong.
I didn't feel much before, but gradually, but even he felt scared,
"You are spiritual, but someone can see clearly, what exactly is the black mist?"
At this time, in the sits around him, in addition to the master of several big cities, the eight elders of several denominations. The attendance here is to supervise this battle.
But when this statement came out, these people frowned slightly, and it was embarrassed.
"Can't do it? Huh! It's all useless things!"
Yang Fan also does not care about the elders of the major sects in the east.
Not long ago, when the Qilingzong and the Zongzong came one after another, they felt a little uneasy.
And now this is distracted, somehow, somehow, it is increasingly unable to suppress it.
Slightly condensed, Yang Fan's fists fiercely held: "To pass the order, ordered the soldiers of the clan, you can appear! The rest of the strokes are all back! 470,000 Cavalry, all of them smashed me together!
Don't believe it or break this walnut- "
A seventies of the old man next to him frowned slightly: "You can follow the life of the elders of my Zong Ling and the elders, it is best to use the soldiers of the city first to eliminate their strength.
"Eliminate? Eliminate a ghost!"
Yang Fan suddenly turned back, and his eyes were red: "You didn't see the situation in that fog? I'm afraid of the intention of me to wait, just to meet the meaning of the man!
The ancestors of the microphone are stronger? Since this battle is entrusted to me, then listen to my life. If you don't accept it, you can ask the spirit microons again, let me tell him! "
That seventy -seventh old expression changed slightly, and there was a little anger in my eyes. After a while, I didn't know how, and calmed down again: "Also! Just like your life!"
Shortly after this person's words fell, the dozens of square mathees ahead, just like a tide, began to withdraw.
The 60,000 fine riders of the Qian Tianshan side did not pursue. After leaving, the trail returned to the hillside and re -queue.
After just a moment, the team of a team of teams rushed out of the formation from all sides.
Hundreds of thousands of riders, dense tide rushing to the sound of the hoof sounds, the speed is like thunder, the speed is not urgent.
The most attractive thing is the front of the big array, the abrupt appearance, and the different armor of the armor.
Although there are only a few thousand people, the momentum has pressed hundreds of thousands of people here.
Although there are only a thousand people, the momentum is like a landslide.
At this time, when the sky was seen, there was also a laugh: "So, the four hundred Yunlong iron sword swordsters, you Ling Yunzong, really willing to pay the capital. Two hundred on the Qing Xuan Tinsei.
It seems that the demon king was lost. "
The person who speaks is the one who claimed to be Mo Men before. At this time, I do n’t know how many people, and I am amazed.
Even Lei Dong and Jin Buhui frowned slightly. They looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes.
In this battle, the only option is to escape for one's life.
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and unbuttoned all his robes. He was suddenly wearing a red armor, and he also held a blood-red halberd in his hand.
"I just want to ask you, would you like to follow me to level this mountain?"