Zhuque said: "We have been waiting for this day for a long time. How can we fight without me now?"
Suzaku struggled with the Demon Lord for a long time before he agreed to let her go.
However, he can only participate in the battle in his own name, and cannot let other demon clans come to help.
He has forbidden magic on him and cannot use the power of the demon clan.
After all, if anyone knew that the Demon Emperor was involved in this internal battle among the royal family of Xuantian Realm, not only would he not be able to help his adoptive father at all, but it would also bring him countless troubles.
Even if His Majesty the Demon Emperor cannot use demon power, with his current strength, he can easily take care of some low-level spiritual gods.
Xuanwu said: "This kid is still here!"
In this war of great significance to the adoptive father, all eight of his brothers were present, which was great!
"He..." Suzaku's flames were too dangerous, and the faces of the people on Donghuang's side changed drastically.
"Puff puff!" Soon Baize Xuanwu and the others' crisis was resolved.
Zhuque left them with an enchanting figure and said, "Then I'll go help sister Xi'er! You can handle the rest."
"Hmph! He suddenly became so powerful. This guy is proud of himself." Chongming snorted unconvinced.
These low-level spiritual gods are very difficult to deal with. If Mu Qianxi's physical body was not strong enough, even with the help of three invincible spirits, it would be difficult to resist them.
However, when Suzaku came to help, they couldn't feel proud anymore.
"Boom!" A series of loud noises came.
Suzaku drove them away forcefully, and the flames on their bodies were difficult to extinguish.
"Who is this kid?" They stared dumbly at the boy who was indistinguishable from male to female and looked extremely good-looking.
"Our people found out that Mu Fengyun has adopted a total of eight adopted sons. He should be one of them, Master Suzaku."
"It's actually him. Why is he so much better than the other young masters? Damn it!"
Suzaku's power was beyond their expectations.
Naturally, they were allowed to bully the younger ones, and their plan to contain Mu Fengyun was about to go bankrupt.
What they know is that among the eight young masters, Mr. White Tiger is the strongest and Mr. Suzaku is average.
How is this ordinary? The powerful power of the fire element can crush low-level spiritual gods. It is simply a monster.
Suzaku's flames are very powerful, but what is even more powerful is his charm technique.
The melodious bell rang, and many spiritual masters and even spiritual masters from the Donghuang Dynasty who were present were a little distracted.
"There is something wrong with this ringtone, please block your hearing immediately."
"quick!"
However, it was too late, their pupils became blurry in an instant, and the next moment they swung their swords directly to kill their companions.
Many masters were controlled by Suzaku and killed each other, causing heavy losses.
"My brother Suzaku can also be hurt by you, so go to hell and repent!" Suzaku said coldly.
The masters on the Donghuang Dynasty's side looked extremely ugly.
With Suzaku, a big killer, there is no chance of success in dealing with Mu Qianxi and the Eighth Young Masters. He would be lucky if he could save his own life.
"I'm going to help my second uncle, I'll leave this place to you." Suzaku smiled coquettishly.
The battle against the powerful mid-level spiritual gods from the Donghuang Dynasty was led by Mu Fengling.
Mu Fengling's fighting ability is amazing, and his level is a little lower, so although he won't lose to them in a fight, it will be a bit hard.
Suzaku's strength cannot compete with the mid-level spiritual gods now, but his charm skill will also suffer the same consequences as the mid-level spiritual gods.
A fiery figure in red clothes swept over, and a charming bell rang.
These middle-level spiritual gods became vigilant and said disdainfully: "Will the adopted son taught by His Highness Fengyun only use these despicable methods? He still wants to deal with me and others with such methods, what a dream!"
There is a price to pay for despising Suzaku. Suzaku's soul power far exceeds the imagination of these spiritual gods.
"Bang!" He lost consciousness for a moment and was seriously injured by Mu Fengyun.
"Damn it!" These middle-level spiritual gods looked ugly.
I saw that Suzaku was very defensive, but it was completely useless.
They will still be affected. If the battle of the strong is affected in this way, it is not far from failure.
"Kill this monster-like boy." After realizing that Suzaku was a big disaster, they intended to kill Suzaku.
"Bang!" I thought I hit the target, but it turned out to be just an illusion.
"You can also scold our children!" Mu Fengling said angrily, and the Emperor Yi's sword penetrated directly through his heart.
Although these brats are not as popular with him as Xi'er and he wants to devote all his love to them, they are his own family after all and they always protect his shortcomings.
"Pfft!" Suzaku was also cautious and set a fire directly to burn the person to ashes.
In the contest between the mid-level spiritual gods, with Suzaku here, they have a great chance of winning.
As for the high-level spiritual gods, with Mu Fengyun in charge, there is no need to worry about anything?
The strong men on Donghuang's side all seemed to be in decline.
Now they can only place their hope on the battlefield below. As long as they win the battlefield below and wipe out Mu Fengyun's army, they can retreat immediately and not fight hard here.
Persevere, persist a little longer, and when reinforcements from the Beigong Dynasty arrive, it will be the end of Mu Fengyun's army.
The generals of the army below were also sweating heavily on their foreheads. The number of their large army was rapidly decreasing.
The opponent is too powerful and they cannot resist it for much longer.
They could only grit their teeth and continue fighting, praying for the Beigong Dynasty's army to be faster.
Fierce and endless sounds of fighting could be heard, and it was clear that Mu Fengyun and the others now had the upper hand.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew, a cold breath came, and an ice-armored army was approaching quickly not far ahead.
This team only has tens of thousands of people, but it is very powerful.
The generals on the side of the Donghuang Dynasty seemed to have seen a savior and said: "It's the Ice King's Cavalry from the Beigong Dynasty. His Majesty the Bei Emperor actually sent the Ice King's Cavalry to help. It's great."
The Ice King's Iron Cavalry is an army of his own that Beigong Jue has devoted all his efforts to cultivate.
The real combat effectiveness of this army is no weaker than that of the army led by Bai Hu.
Now White Tiger's army is fighting against the huge army of the Donghuang Dynasty. Even though they are in sight of victory, they have also suffered a lot of losses.
Now if he had to fight against the Ice King's cavalry again, the situation would be very bad, and Bai Hu had a solemn look on his face.
Someone cursed angrily: "What a Donghuang Mu Fenggao, this is a war for our Donghuang Dynasty, but in the end, we colluded with other countries and let them come to help. It's so despicable and shameless."
In order to win, in order to defeat Mu Fengyun and keep the throne, Mu Fengxu had no shame at all.
The Ice King's cavalry approached instantly and had already arrived at the battlefield. The extremely cold air was intertwined with the fiery battlefield.
