The blood cloud is the ancestor's territory. He has the home field advantage and his magic power is higher than that of Sun Wukong. This time, Sun Wukong was at a disadvantage and retreated for dozens of miles. Fortunately, Sun Wukong is an indestructible king.
His body was extremely strong, but it didn't matter, except that his hands felt numb for a while.
The ancestor of the Blood River unexpectedly led Sun Wukong into the world of blood clouds condensed by the water of the Blood River. In addition, his magic power was a bit higher than that of Sun Wukong. I thought that he would be able to cause some damage to him by slashing him three times with all his strength.
But I found that apart from forcing him to retreat, there was no big benefit, and I was secretly surprised.
Although Sun Wukong was repulsed by the Blood River Ancestor, he showed no signs of timidity. Instead, his fighting spirit was high, and the golden light in his eyes soared.
"Okay, okay! You are much stronger than those four ugly monsters!" Sun Wukong shouted, and with one move of the golden cudgel, he slashed down again. But this time, there are a lot of specialties in the splitting method, from hard to soft.
Completely different properties appear in that stick at the same time.
In addition to having strong magic power, the ancestor of Blood River was also a master of hand-to-hand combat. Seeing this, his face changed slightly. The Shura Blood Knife in his hand flowed like water, and he also wanted to be soft or hard.
When Sun Wukong saw this, he was so excited that he shouted. The golden cudgel fell like raindrops, and suddenly the golden light was flying in the air, hitting, uncovering, splitting, covering, pressing, clouding, sweeping, piercing, holding, picking, lifting, pulling... move...
The moves are made naturally, one move after another, like a violent storm, like a tiger descending from a mountain.
Although the Blood River Ancestor was also a master of hand-to-hand combat, he could not compare to Sun Wukong's changes in martial arts. Kong had powerful magic power and had the home field advantage, so he was unable to do anything to defeat Sun Wukong. However, his absolute strength still allowed him to stick to him in the end.
He has the upper hand, but it would be a fool's errand for Sun Wukong to hurt him, unless Sun Wukong breaks through.
Let's say that the two of them were fighting to the death in the blood cloud, and you came and I went back and forth. But to outsiders, they could only see the blood cloud rolling over the river, with a golden light and a white light dancing in it.
The Blood River Ancestor was held back by Sun Wukong, so he could only use the blood cloud to trap Sun Wukong. He could no longer expand the blood cloud to engulf the Wudang Sect's army.
When the Bull Demon King and the other three demon kings saw that Sun Wukong was already fighting with the Blood River Ancestor, they all shouted loudly and attacked the three Asura Kings head on.
The Bull Demon King is against Raqian and the Camel, the Lion and Camel King is against Bhimachitara, and the Xuantian Fox King is against Rahu.
Although the three demon kings have just been promoted to the sub-sage level, fortunately, the ancient demon clan has attained the Tao, and they are all very powerful and have learned martial arts, so they can avoid defeat against the three asura kings.
Marshal Tianpeng saw that the four demon kings had already gone to battle and that there was no particularly powerful person in the Asura tribe, so he immediately waved his command flag.
Hurrah, thousands of troops and horses attacked the Asura tribe with murderous intent.
Bichen'er threw the green gourd in his hand into the air, and the dark hole of the green gourd was aimed at the Asura tribe. Suddenly, thousands of Asura tribesmen were sucked into the green gourd, even the Da Luo Jinxian level
Even if the character dodges too late, he will not be able to escape this fate.
Zhang Haitian saw that Bichen'er had sacrificed the green gourd, an innate magic weapon, and also took out a purple-gold alms bowl. As soon as the purple-gold alms bowl came out, it enlarged like a giant mountain, shining with purple light, whizzing and smashing it down on the Asura tribe. As soon as it hit it,
Thousands of people were smashed into pieces.
The Asura tribe also had powerful generals. Seeing that Bichen'er and Zhang Haitian's magic weapons were so powerful, four or five Da Luo Jinxian attacked the two men respectively.
Marshal Tianpeng saw it from a distance, waved his flag, and the Summer-Betters, Cold-Betters, Changmei Zhenren and others came forward to greet them.
The Summer Vacationer, Bihan'er and others were okay, just a little more powerful than the ordinary Da Luo Jinxian, but Chang Mei Zhenren was a top Da Luo Jinxian, and coupled with his superb swordsmanship, he was comparable to the Saint. As soon as he struck,
He is invincible, and no one in the Asura tribe can defeat him.
When the three great Shura kings saw this, they were furious. They knew that if Zhang Haitian and Bichen'er were not stopped, if the battle continued, all these tens of millions of people would be wasted. However, the three great demon kings were all powerful.
He was extremely powerful. Although he could not defeat King Shura, King Shura would never even think about him.
The ancestor of Xuehe also vaguely sensed that the situation in the Asura tribe was not good in the blood cloud, and wanted to get rid of Sun Wukong and took the lives of Bichen'er and Zhang Haitian. However, Sun Wukong became more brave as he fought, and he could not get rid of it for a while.
Yang Jian and others who were watching the battle from a distance were all shocked. They were shocked not only by the strength of the Asura tribe who rarely showed up, but also by the strength of the Wudang sect.
Seeing that except for the three great Shura kings and the Blood River Ancestor, who still had the upper hand, the Asura tribe was already showing signs of defeat.
Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the sky in the distance, thunder roared, wind blew, and the whole world was filled with an unpleasant fishy smell. Above the dark clouds, there were densely packed monsters with human bodies and snake heads. People were also covered with scales of various colors, some were black, some were
Red, there are colorful... Snake heads are also various, with green eyes, red eyes, scarlet tongues, some are long and some are short.
The number of people with human bodies and snake heads is densely packed with no less than ten million people. There are three leaders. The one in the center is several feet tall. His body is covered with dark scales. One ripple on the scales is connected to another, and the ripples seem to be rippling constantly.
Ripples, the whole space is undulating slightly with them. The monster has a snake crown on its head, its eyes are green and green, and its arms are extremely thick. It makes people feel eerie and terrifying, but also makes people feel brave and fierce. The monster stands on both sides.
There was a monster with a human body and a snake head that was about as tall as him. One had red scales, and the other had colorful scales. The monster with colorful scales had two high quilts on its chest.
The flesh ball covered with scales is obviously a female monster.
Empress Yunxiao is an ancient figure. She is well-informed and recognizes the three people. In the center is Mohuluo, the leader of the Mohuluojia tribe. The other two are called Masiuluo and Masiule, respectively.
The second and third leaders of the Naimohuluojia Tribe. The three of them are all extremely powerful figures, especially the big leader Mohuluo, who is on the same level as the Blood River Ancestor.
Empress Yunxiao's expression changed drastically, knowing that it would be impossible if she didn't take action today.
"Haha, Mo Huluo, you came just in time. Quickly kill the Wudang Clan until every scrap is left!"
The proud shouts of the Blood River Ancestor could be heard in the blood cloud.
When Mohuluo heard the cry of the ancestor of Xuehe, he let out bursts of strange laughter. The densely packed Mohuluojia tribe then attacked the Wudang sect's army menacingly.
Mo Huluo saw that the magic weapon used by Zhang Haitian was a purple gold alms bowl with a burning lamp, so he grabbed the purple gold alms bowl with his big hand.
Seeing this, Empress Yunxiao hurriedly offered up the Hunyuan Golden Dou. The Golden Dou shot out a golden light and shot straight at Mo Huluo.
When Mo Huluo saw this, he smiled and raised a flag into the sky above his head. As soon as the flag was unfolded, a huge blue lotus appeared in the golden light. As soon as the lotus appeared, it firmly blocked Hunyuan Jindou's attack.
Golden light, Hunyuan Jindou will not be able to catch Mo Huluo.
Empress Yunxiao's expression changed, and she knew that it was the Western innate magic weapon, the Green Lotus-colored flag. With Mohuluo protected by this flag, Hunyuan Jindou could do nothing to him.
Mo Huluo blocked Hunyuan Jindou with the green lotus colored flag, but continued to grab the purple gold alms bowl with his hand.
Seeing this, Empress Yunxiao gave a sweet shout, and a ray of green light shot towards Mo Huluo's big hand, but it was a green light sword.
Mo Huluo suddenly felt the cold air, and knew that he might be injured if he took the sword forcefully, so he reluctantly withdrew his big hand.
Zhang Haitian knew that Mo Huluo was powerful and hurriedly took back the purple gold alms bowl.
When Mo Huluo was blocked by Empress Yunxiao, he was furious. He took a spear in his hand and took it straight towards Empress Yunxiao.
Mosiuluo and Mosiule saw the big leader fighting with Empress Yunxiao, so they also summoned Fangtian Huaji and a pair of swords, roaring towards the Wudang sect's army.
These two people were so powerful. As soon as they brought the Mohu Luojia tribe into the battle, the battle situation immediately turned upside down. Suddenly, the Wudang Sect's army was bleeding like rivers and their heads were like mountains.
The long-browed master's eyes were red, he roared angrily, and his flying sword turned and flew straight towards Masiolo.
Qiang! Mosiuluo blocked the halberd, and Master Changmei suddenly felt as if his heart had been hit hard by a hammer. A mouthful of blood almost spat out from his mouth, and the flying sword fell back into the hands of Master Changmei.
Mosiuluo made a sound of surprise. He had never thought that there were people in the Wudang Sect who were so powerful. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he abandoned the rest of the Wudang Sect. Fang Tian swung his halberd and slashed at the Chang Mei Master.
go.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Chang Mei Zhenren blocked the flying sword three times in a row.
In the face of absolute strength, the role that Master Changmei's superb swordsmanship can play cannot fill the gap.
Poof! The Chang-mei master finally couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and backed away with a pale face.
Mosiuluo chuckled, gaining the upper hand and not letting anyone go. The murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger. The Fangtian painted halberd in his hand flashed cold light in the air, following him like a shadow, whistling towards the real person with long eyebrows.
Seeing that Master Changmei was unable to block Mosiuluo's attack, Zhang Haitian, Marshal Tianpeng, and Bichen'er almost simultaneously blocked the magic weapons in their hands towards Fang Tian's painted halberd.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
There were three earth-shaking loud sounds, and the three figures flew back one after another. The less powerful Bichen'er's blood spurted out wildly.