Minghai looked at the Taoist Divine Plate, and then his eyes swept over the heroes of the hometown behind Taoist Luo Wu.
Most of the Yingjie who was swept by his eyes did not dare to look at him.
Qingchen and Yun Linzi and other prides in the Taoist sect dared to face the eyes of Minghai, but they were not even qualified to be looked at by Minghai for a few more times.
Chen Xuan was the same. When Minghai's eyes swept over Chen Xuan's face, he didn't stop at all, and regarded Chen Xuan as an air-like existence.
Finally, Minghai's gaze returned to Taoist Master Luo Wu's face: "Is this the future of the last pure land of your human race?
No decent descendant is really worse than the other; when I led the army to destroy a Taoist world in the Third Era, there were a few geniuses who could see that could stop me from three swords."
"Then you are wrong. Our Taoist two great destiny Qingchen and Yun Linzi are enough to carry the fire of hope for the human race! Now, let us old guys fight this battle for them first."
Taoist Master Luo Wu's deep and wise eyes were only firm and courageous. He looked at death as if he was home, and resolutely stimulated the power of the Taoist divine plate. In an instant, a kind of top-quality Taoist god evolved, and the vast and majestic Taoist power gushed out, towards
The sea of darkness ran across! The sea of darkness snorted coldly, and the double-blade sword slashed in the air, breaking the sky and shattering the true meaning of all the great ways.
But he was still forced back dozens of feet by Taoist Luo Wu.
Seeing this scene, the monks from the hometown were greatly motivated and rushed towards the millions of burial soldiers. The war broke out, the mountains and the earth were shaking, and the vitality was like a tide. Various treasures were shining, covering up the original color of the entire sky.
Headed by Taoist Master Luo Wu and Hong Zhi, the nine supreme saints of the Taoist sect face the upper king and the seven underworld blades. The Taoist power is billions and the killing aura is overwhelming. This unparalleled peerless war surpasses the imagination of the world. All the laws evolve, and the vast wilderness.
The magical arts are shining brightly, and no one with weak strength can intervene.
Chen Xuan did not intend to intervene in the battle of the Supreme Saint level for the time being. He didn't even take action, but was observing calmly.
Feng Yue was right beside him, and he didn't move, but just stood out of thin air.
The two of them watched Qingchen, Yun Linzi and other Taoist heroes and the burial soldiers wearing skeleton armor rushing together. The burial soldiers did not have the concept of realm of cultivators, and their breath was unpredictable, but when they waved the black bones on their hands
When the spear is used, the dark auras stimulated can annihilate most Taoist magical techniques. The aura of death and ashes can even plunder magical treasures and make the natal treasures sacrificed by the Taoist cultivators invalidate them.
The magic weapon with its original brilliant and colorful light came into contact with the dark gray aura, just like a flower withering, the color turned gray, and its power was lost.
The heroes were shocked and the loss of their natal magic weapons made them extremely panicked. Fortunately, Qingchen and several young generation leaders were allowed to stabilize the scene.
During the melee, Yun Linzi turned around and saw Chen Xuan and Feng Yue still watching. He rushed up in anger: "Evil Emperor, why haven't you taken action?"
The moment Yun Linzi said this, Chen Xuan took the lead.
The Emperor's Sword with a proud sword was held in Chen Xuanji's hand, and at the same time, the Immortal Sword Domain, Evil Martial Master, Jiang Xuanshuang, etc. were all summoned. Among them, Jiang Xuanshuang protected Feng Yue, and Chen Xuan himself brought two big ones.
The Supreme Martial Spirit rushed forward! Three divine stones lit up on the Emperor's sword, and a magnificent sword energy swept out, facing dozens of burial soldiers in front, and paired with the dark aura inspired by the other party's bone spear.
Forgetting each other.
Yun Linzi, who thought Chen Xuan would be crushed, was stunned.
The heroes around were also incredible.
They struggled to deal with three or four clay soldiers, and Chen Xuan could actually tie the game with dozens of clay soldiers.
Although it was only one round, Chen Xuan's performance was beyond the expectations of Taoist heroes.
Then a big question mark appeared in the hearts of Yingjie. Why can Chen Xuan not be afraid of the dark aura?
"I didn't expect that the Evil Emperor actually cultivated the sword intent that was infinitely close to the highest, so he could offset the dark aura."
Qingchen was not surprised by Chen Xuan's performance, because he himself mastered several essences of Taoist spirit.
Just relying on a few heroes who master the essence of the great way is far from enough to resist millions of burial soldiers.
After a short period of war, the hometown was completely suppressed and the situation began to become critical.
"Yue'er!"
Chen Xuan, who was rushing back and forth in the formation, shouted, Feng Yue understood it, slightly raised her slender and white jade neck, and then the heavenly song spread throughout the battlefield - "Gather like thunder, never stand firm in the world; where does the long tassel go?
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Light cavalry chased, leaving horses in the air; broken iron clothes, bow strings shocked partridges; long-distance battles, the country and the world; broken halberds and sand, and saw dragons unloading armor; the three armies were launched together, don't ask about the road ahead, and the loess sprinkled..." Listen
At this magnificent battle song, millions of cultivators from homeland instantly burst into blood, their aura soared, and their fighting spirit was like a raging fire. The combat power of the entire army increased three times directly! "Kill! Kill!"
Many Dao Xiu's eyes were like fire, and rushed into the enemy formation with great enthusiasm, completely putting life and death aside. Just throw their heads and sprinkle their blood to defend the last pure land of the human race! Feel the surging energy in the body, endless stream, green dust and clouds
Linzi and others rushed to Feng Yue incredibly.
How could they think that Feng Yue's singing contained such powerful power! Moreover, Feng Yue, who was promoted to the High God Lord, did not need friendly forces to believe in her, and could improve the combat power of friendly forces without distinction.
Outside the boundary wall, in the starry sea, the Holy King of the Ming Tomb, who had been leaning against the throne with one hand, finally opened his eyes slightly and looked at the battlefield.
Obviously, Feng Yue attracted the attention of the Dark Holy King.
This means that the greatest danger is about to come to Feng Yue.
Chen Xuan's heart suddenly sank, and immediately rushed away the army of cultivators who were like a craziest around him and flew over to protect Feng Yue.
The moment Chen Xuan flew to Feng Yue, as Chen Xuan expected, the general holding the Black Flame Battle Blade among the King's Qi Ming Blade slashed at Feng Yue's neck with a knife.
It was a sudden talk, and then Chen Xuan raised the Emperor's Sword and crossed the cross in front of Feng Yue, and fought with the Black Flame Blade, causing a huge shock to the space, and the sky collapsed in an instant for hundreds of thousands of miles! Boom! Black
The Flame Blade triggered a terrifying explosion of power. This is a veritable flame-exploding blade. Every time a knife is used, a super flame explosion will be produced, causing the cultivators in the hometown around Chen Xuan to be killed and injured.
"It's over!"
Qingchen's heart skipped a beat, and he hated that he hadn't come to help Chen Xuan protect Feng Yue as soon as possible.
The main reason Qingchen did not expect that Feng Yue would have such a great role in the war, even surpassing their Master Luo Wu.
In this way, he was killed by the opponent's general.
All the Taoist cultivators thought that Chen Xuan and Feng Yue died under the knife. In the dark smoke scattered, Chen Xuan steadily protected Feng Yue, and neither himself nor the Emperor's Sword was damaged at all.
"Um?"
The Holy King of the Underworld on the throne glanced at the narrow eyes and was fixed on Chen Xuan's face.