Chapter 1642: Wolf Luo, Crane Feather, Python Kill
Under the beacon tower on Kunlun Sacred Mountain, the war broke out again.
Naturally, the immortals could not allow it to grow bigger. Fortunately, this demonic dragon was obviously not on the same side as the old god master Ao Qing, and they even had tit-for-tat intentions.
In this way, this new war also belongs to the three parties.
The demon fairy clan was suppressed at every turn by the True Immortal Sect, their vitality was severely damaged, and the empress was in deep danger of calamity, so she no longer had anything to fear.
The old God Lord was watching with eager eyes, and the disciples of the True Immortal Cult trained under him were all brave and good at fighting, but they did not know what kind of magic method was used to make them completely forget the fear of death and pain, and rush forward on the battlefield.
The body is a sharp blade that kills enemies without retreating. It is as terrifying as a humanoid weapon.
And the strength shown by the old God Lord Ao Qing himself was only a few strokes, the tip of the iceberg. Apparently, he had not even exerted his true strength, and was blessed by the power of the evil god.
He can penetrate people's desires, and can easily play with all intelligent creatures in the world in the palm of his hand. He is an unimaginably terrifying and mysterious opponent.
As for the demon dragon who calls himself "Shangxie", he has weird strength, thousands of evil demons in his domain, and cruel methods. He has shown his ambitions from the beginning. Even the old god master Ao Qing at most wants to get rid of the empress.
And he actually intended to get involved in the source of Kunlun God Lord.
If he was allowed to succeed, how could anyone in the world be able to suppress this evil spirit?!
In this case, the three parties all have their own goals and plans, why don't they take advantage of the situation and use the power between them to weaken each other?
The first person to figure this out was Zhao Wenjun. From the beginning of the chaotic farce, she always stood beside Wu Hongni, the female champion, squinting and looking at everyone in the room, without expressing any opinion or attitude.
At that time, she finally spoke, looked at Qing Ao and suggested: "The old God Lord doesn't want this demon dragon to open the gate to the sanctuary and successfully seize the source of the goddess. If so, even if you have the power of the evil god,
Facing such a powerful opponent, I’m afraid it’s impossible to realize all your wishes in this lifetime, right?”
Qing Ao's dark eyes briefly glanced at her, and he said bluntly: "People in the Taoism still have the same deadly virtues, and they are still thinking about how to use others to achieve things for themselves all day long."
Everyone couldn't help but cast glances at Zhao Wenjun, thinking that this old god master is the number one disciple of the True Ancestor Evil God, how dare you play tricks with him here.
You must know that from the moment Qing Ao appeared on the stage, everyone knew that whatever they were thinking, even a look or a body movement, could easily capture the deepest dark thoughts and weaknesses in their hearts.
Therefore, on the battlefield, even though everyone hated the culprit, they were unwilling and taboo to say a word to him, for fear of being targeted by him.
This woman was just a human monk, and she had the strongest aura of karma in the world of mortals. She dared to take the initiative to have a direct conversation with this monster. I don't know if she was too eager to get ahead or was just claiming to be smart.
In response to the speculative and scrutinizing glances cast by everyone, Zhao Wenjun smiled brightly on his calm face. There was no trace of these people in his peripheral vision. He looked into Qing Ao's eyes without any scruples and calmly explained: "The method of weighing has been around since ancient times.
In the past, as long as the purpose can be achieved, no matter what method is used, I will not hesitate. We, the people of our generation, have scruples in our hearts and cannot let go of the fear in our hearts. We are also afraid of death. Facing this group of monsters, we will take advantage of them.
Not much of an advantage.
As for the dead soldiers of the True Immortal Cult under you, the old God Lord, I think they all came from your special efforts and refinement. They were fearless and only obeyed orders. They were just a bunch of puppets, and they just turned to ashes on the battlefield.
Chengjin, I think you won’t feel any pain at all.”
Having said this, Zhao Wenjun showed a meaningful smile on his face, "I think to you, the old God Lord, these followers under your command are all just pawns, far less than your real hidden strength, and it doesn't hurt to give them up.
But the old God Lord was so hesitant. Could it be that he knew that the chess pieces he had raised over the past hundreds of thousands of years were nothing but losers who could not be used in the battle? He was not even qualified to use them to deal with the demonic dragon and become cannon fodder. If he really wanted to go there,
Are you afraid of losing face if you accept the truth?"
She spoke like a loser, but what she said was sincere and serious, and her way of motivating the generals was almost written directly on her face.
Qing Ao met those unflinching eyes, a trace of interest flashed across his eyes, and his eyes that had only lightly glanced at her were focused on her again.
His eyes contained the most filthy soul elements about the evil god. In this world, there were only two kinds of people who dared to look directly into his eyes.
One is the innate sincerity of the heart, the sunshine in the heart, and the intrusion of the mundane world in the future.
The two of them are like a city whose thoughts are as vast as a vast abyss, inscrutable and indescribable, and are as good at spying on the world's hearts as evil gods.
Anyone who can say what he just said cannot be the former.
However, it just so happened that he had the deepest dislike for the innocent and delicate person the former acted like, and he had never had any good impressions.
If you say it nicely, you are sincere and clean; if you say it badly, you are stupid and don't know it.
What he dislikes the most is this kind of fool who lives his life relying on his ideals without knowing the pain in his life.
What just happened to be that the woman in front of him was obviously not an idiot at all.
At least...she lives a more transparent life than most of the people present.
He likes women with stories in their eyes.
Seeing as there are few people in this world who can bring him some fun...
Qing Ao doesn't mind treating her as a chess piece that he can pay attention to and have fun with her.
He stroked his lips with his fingers and said, "You don't have to be aggressive with words. Sometimes you act just to do whatever you want."
After chuckling, Qing Ao's pitch-black eyes suddenly became dark and boundless. He opened his hands and raised his hands lightly. The disciples of the True Immortal Sect, who had been silent in the ice and snow, woke up like ghosts who had been dormant for a long time. The wind accumulated on their bodies
The snow melted rapidly, and each pulled out a very thin and sharp tough string from his shoulders.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! They fixed the string with one hand, used their arms to do the work, and placed the string with the other hand, and the weird spiritual currents gathered from the string to form a slender
Light arrow.
The arrow pointed at the wolves on the edge of the blood pool.
When the bowstring was fully drawn, his fingers suddenly loosened, and the light arrow shot out with a whooshing sound. But the next moment, the light arrow formed by the gathering of spiritual currents seemed extremely light.
It was as light as dust feathers and did not have any physical weight. The moment it left the string, it turned into dust particles and dissipated in the wind and snow.
No trace of the arrow shadow can be captured in the space.
But in the next moment, the rain of arrow light ignored the laws of space and converged directly above the wolves into the form of light arrows.
The heavy fog returned, leaving no trace, no sound, and no breath.
However, the reaction speed of the wolves is also extremely fast, and the wolves have the innate ability to capture dangerous scents.
Several of the particularly powerful demon wolves had a fierce look in their eyes. They looked up to the sky and roared. Their howls shook the sky. Their bodies suddenly became larger in the moonlight. Their hind legs bent and they jumped. The entire table rumbled and shook.
The layers of blood accumulated in the blood pool shook out ripples.
The most powerful giant wolf jumped up high and blocked the arrows that filled the sky with its body.
簌! 簌! 簌!
The seemingly extremely thin arrow light penetrated most of the wolves and hit the wolves, shooting them down hard. Their huge bodies fell to the snow, but they did not make any whimpering sound and struggled to get up.
The arrows on his body were bitten by his companions.
But those strange scarlet light arrows seemed to have the power to absorb life force. Under the severe pain that penetrated them, their huge bodies began to weaken and shrink uncontrollably. After struggling for a long time, they found it difficult to get up.
When the immortals saw this, they suddenly expressed their courage to kill the monsters. Some people raised their spiritual swords and used their swords to kill them, even the most severely injured wolf monsters were killed.
“Swift!!!”
At this moment, a few pieces of pure white crane feathers fell down from the sky along with the pure white wind and snow. They were the same color as the wind and snow, but they were full of murderous intent. When someone reacted, the sharp
The feathers pierced the eyebrows, but the body has not fallen down yet.
The giant python surged down from the dark clouds in the sky, biting off half of the bodies of the immortals who were the first to kill them.