The four golden lotuses, the three two-star Martial Gods, Shen Xueji and other Martial God Land Masters are all like lost dogs and fish caught in a net.
All the people under Hong Meng Su's command were wiped out in an instant.
"Hundred Military Slash" chopped tens of thousands of weapons into pieces.
The sharp edge of the cutting power floated around the soldiers and Hongmeng Su's warriors like a choke.
As long as they have the slightest intention to fight, they will be crushed to pieces.
A war that was so massive and earth-shattering that it was destroyed by hundreds of warriors was wiped out.
"Gurgling..." Hongmeng Su reluctantly wanted to speak, but the blood in his organs and veins rushed towards his throat like a flood from the gate, and continuously overflowed out of his mouth. As a result, no matter how hard he tried, he could only utter "Gurgling".
"Like the sound of fish spitting bubbles.
His body was in extreme pain and torture, as if a thousand kilograms of force were pressing down on Hongmeng Su's body. The pressure was so intense that his eyeballs protruded outward and were about to burst.
He never believed that he would be defeated like this, completely defeated, and defeated without any warning.
A pair of soft boots landed smoothly on the ground, lightly stepping on the pool of blood in front of him without spattering a single drop of blood.
He tried his best to look up along the soft boots with black and gold auspicious cloud patterns.
The woman's phoenix robe was swaying like an arrogant god, looking down at him in an embarrassed and desolate manner as coldly as frost.
"Pah!" Chu Yue stepped on the side of Hongmeng Su's face, "You know, is it wrong?"
"Gurgling." Hongmeng Su vomited blood with difficulty.
"Boom! Bang!"
Chu Yue slowly lifted up her soft boots, then stepped down suddenly, crushing Hongmeng Su's facial bones.
"I ask you, do you know you are wrong?" Chu Yue's expression gradually became gloomy.
Hongmeng Su opened his mouth and made a gurgling sound.
Chu Yue stepped down one foot after another, each foot exerting the strength of the Martial God Realm.
Blood spurted out from Hongmeng Su's body and sprinkled on half of Chu Yue's face.
At first glance, it looks like a flower with two sides, one fairy and one demon.
"Little junior sister..." Dugulan burst into tears.
Do not know why.
Although she had won a great victory, she felt particularly distressed when she looked at the crazy and sick little junior sister in front of her.
She has no flowers to worry about, so why bother causing dust?
Emperor Ye Tian, old uncle and other family members all looked at Chu Yue from afar.
The lady walked over the pool of blood on the ground with a cane.
The old man covered Chu Yue with a cloak.
"grandmother."
Chu Yue smiled and said: "We won."
"Yes, we won." Tears were about to fall in Mrs. Tai's eyes.
There were footsteps from the side.
Ye Mohan gradually walked to Chu Yue's side.
"Pillow, I'm so hungry."
Chu Yue grinned and tilted her head to look at the man's brilliant smile. Half of his face was covered with blood beads and there were three blood marks.
Ye Mohan held a handkerchief and gently wiped away the blood on her face little by little, "Whatever you want to eat, I will make it for you."
"What you cook is not delicious." Chu Yue blinked twice.
"Okay, let's let Master do it."
"good."
After a few words, the two of them gave Yun Hui more tasks.
Yun Huan: "???" Although the wind was messy, the new amount of tasks was a surprise he could not have wished for.
It has not been easy along the way.
The battle situation was so tragic and unpredictable that he had to write a few more letters to exaggerate the surging and complicated emotions in his heart at this moment.
Don't write too much either.
Just write a few hundred letters.
Although his letter never received a response, it seems that the group of old friends of Shenxuan were too shy. After all, they were a group of old people who had never seen much of the world and were not as well-informed as he was.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah."
There was a crisp sound of applause.
A kind and kind smile appeared on Mr. Wei's face, "He is indeed the Lord of Hundreds of Ghosts. Even after 90,000 years, he can still make the five continents surrender with a broken drum that is not as good as before."
"The younger generation can only be where he is today thanks to Mr. Wei's hard work and hard work for decades." Chu Yue smiled lightly.
"What does Emperor Chu intend to use to thank Old Man?" Mr. Wei became interested.
The old uncle heard the conversation between the two and frowned.
Mu Qinghuang half-squinted her eyes and her eyebrows frowned slightly.
Ye Mohan's deep and cold eyes glanced at the gentle old man without trace.
Leng Qingshuang also felt that Mr. Wei was a little different from before. Every word was amiable and his expression was gentle enough. But she didn't know why those words fell in her ears, and she always felt particularly uncomfortable, but she couldn't explain them.
Why, where exactly is it uncomfortable?
"What kind of thank you would Mr. Wei want?" Chu Yue asked calmly.
"Of course it's the ground that Emperor Chu walks on, and the sky that's above his head." Mr. Wei said with a smile, "There are also these hundreds of warrior gods and the flowers of the other side of the world that you, Emperor Chu, have."
These words directly clarify everything.
Mr. Wei's body still exudes a faint scent of osmanthus.
However, although they did not meet each other at the beginning, the two of them, one old and one young, were planning a salvation plan for each other in the east and west of the mainland.
Now that we see each other, it is better not to see each other.
The fragrance of osmanthus was also stained by the blood flowing in the surrounding air.
When everyone around heard what Mr. Wei said, they suddenly pulled out weapons and pointed them at Mr. Wei.
Suddenly, storms arose, and the Soul Lamp was chopped to pieces with a knife. The light inside overflowed like running water, and the sky across the five continents of the Imperial Domain was no longer the purest light like the sun, but like a dense aurora of fragments.
Yu Yunxiao.
The powerful aura of the extraterrestrial sect slowly emerged from the fragmented aurora sky, like a divine weapon or general, pressing forward with overwhelming force towards the messy Huaqing Hall.
The high-flying golden flag has a totem depicting a dragon leaping into the ninth heaven at the top.
This is the logo of the Kaitian Sect outside the territory!
"The Kaitian Sect has arrived, why don't you kneel down to welcome it?"
There was a person in the form of a phoenix wearing feathery clothes and colorful clothes, and said in a rather arrogant voice.
The sound spread all over the world, including all corners of the country.
"Why?"
Chu Yue looked at Mr. Wei with red eyes.
"These hundred martial gods, who were still in the Martial Emperor realm back then, were chased into the sculpture by the Kaitian Sect." Mr. Wei said: "Although the Kaitian Sect can detect the aura of the sculpture through the drum spirit, they tried their best to break it.
They cannot break the sculpture. Although they cannot break it, they can use the spirit of the drum to pass the evil spell into it. They may not be able to control them in one day, but what if the evil spell lasts for 90,000 years? Then it will penetrate deep into the bone marrow unknowingly. When they are all
If you break through to the Martial God Realm, you will be the powerful reserve army of Kaitian Sect."
"It's just that Kaitian Sect couldn't open the sculpture, so it used the small bones to attract another drum spirit. To be precise, it led me to appear and use the imperial drum, right?" Chu Yue smiled, "What you want is
The Lord of the Hundred Ghosts, the Lord of the Hundred Ghosts 90,000 years ago, asked me to use my life to sacrifice the Higanbana flower, so that the Higanbana flower that has lost its ability to bring back the dead can return to the state of the sacred object it once was. Can it bring the dead back to life? Or can it inspire other things that can bring the dead back to life?