On the city wall, the sound of thunder gradually became rarer.
The black armored soldiers who had attacked the city were all knocked to the ground by lightning. A strong stream of incense overflowed on the city wall. It is conceivable how many heavenly soldiers were killed in this short period of time.
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Looking around, Li Xiuyuan discovered that there was no enemy around him to kill him.
However, under such thunder and power, the defenders on their side knelt down in fear and huddled under the wall, not daring to show their faces.
"It's such a loud thunder, my dear friend, are you okay?" Wu Xiang strode forward with an iron rod in hand. Although thunder and lightning continued to strike around him, not a single thunder struck him.
And Wu Xiang is not afraid of the thunder in the sky.
"I'm fine. This battle has turned the tide. Yang Biao will definitely lose today."
After Li Xiuyuan calmed down, he looked coldly at the remaining heavenly soldiers and generals outside the city.
At this time, they had given up their physical bodies and appeared in divine bodies. Their bodies glowed with red and golden light, which could be seen at a glance.
Yang Biao was so aggrieved at this moment that he almost vomited blood. He was hit one after another before his moral skills could be displayed. Now his body was injured and his moral skills were greatly reduced. Even the thunder generals of the Lei Department dared to ignore him beating drums above his head.
,lightning.
If it were normal times, he would definitely kill a thunder god to show his power.
But now he can't do it, and even protecting himself is a bit difficult.
If the eighteen thunder gods hadn't been a little scrupulous about their identity, otherwise they would all rain down the thunder and they would definitely die.
"Yang Biao, surrender, you have lost this battle." With the sound of thunder, a thunder god looked down at Yang Biao in the mid-air and said majestically.
"Ask your sins to the saints. Life and death are decided by the saints. Why bother struggling in vain?"
"You are also a famous god in the Heavenly Palace, and you should not die under the divine thunder that kills evil spirits. We will give you a choice because we have worked together before. If you continue to resist, we will also
No more showing mercy."
After the Thunder God killed the other heavenly soldiers, he began to withdraw his thunder and concentrated on dealing with Yang Biao.
As one of the ten marshals under the Divine Lord, Yang Biao's abilities are definitely not that simple. Otherwise, why would we only see him injured but not die after galloping on the battlefield for so long?
At this moment, half of Yang Biao's body was cut off. Although he quickly condensed his divine body again, it had become blurry and illusory, and was not as menacing as before.
"Since you have embarked on this path, you will die in a fight, how can you surrender?" He was not afraid at all, glaring at the thunder gods in the sky: "The Heavenly Lord of the Lei Department is really good at planning. He has already arranged for you to be by Li Xiuyuan's side.
As soon as the evil spirit disappears, you will appear, and the occupation will be reversed in an instant."
"The calculation of Dongyue Shenjun is also extraordinary. He uses mortals as pawns to promote such a human war. The Nine Mountain King cannot take Jinling City, but he has paved the way for you. If it weren't for the ghost fox reporting the news, the saint tried his best to defend the city. Today,
Maybe it’s you who will win, Yang Biao.” A thunder god flashed out of the dark clouds and walked out and said to Yang Biao.
Gods, humans, demons, and ghosts are all involved in this war.
The game between them is extremely thrilling. They are all fighting with their lives. Each has its own calculations and preparations.
If you miss even one move, you will be in a desperate situation.
Yang Biao said unwillingly at this moment: "If that Taoist Dharmakaya hadn't suddenly killed me like a battlefield and ruined my major affairs, how could I have released the evil spirit to take away the evil energy and messed up my position?"
After saying that, he looked in the direction of the man in red with great vigilance.
As a result, it was discovered that the man in red had left at some point and completely disappeared from the battlefield.
"Damn it, did you just leave after taking advantage of it? Or is it that the battle has been won and there is no need for him to continue to help?" Yang Biao was furious, feeling that he had been underestimated by the Taoist Dharma God.
"How do you know that the Taoist rushed in suddenly instead of being prepared in advance?"
The God of Thunder said calmly: "How could you not know, Yang Biao, how many variables are involved in this seemingly inevitable situation? What kind of saint is a saint if he is so easy to kill? Why don't you still refuse to give up? You still count on Dongyue.
Will the Lord God come down to earth to save you?"
"Why should the thunder gods in the sky talk nonsense with this Yang Biao? Since a war between humans and gods has started, it will end with one side losing and the other side winning. Since there are ghosts and gods who want my life and are willing to harm the world and provoke killings, then I
Today I have something to say, and I would like all the ghosts and gods in the world to listen to it."
"Mortals are subject to birth, old age, sickness and death, and misfortunes come with blessings. Spirits and monsters are subject to six hundred years of calamity. Everything in the world suffers from reincarnation. How can gods and immortals be free from calamity if they live a long life? Otherwise, who will control them if they do evil? Doing evil will not be punished, and doing good will not be punished.
What's the point? Today I will incarnate into a catastrophe, called the catastrophe of killing gods and immortals, and ask the ghosts and gods in the world to respond to it. The ghosts and gods with merit can avoid it with merit. Gods who do nothing to cause trouble should suffer this tribulation."
A calm voice sounded.
In an instant, the sky was covered with purple air, covering the sky and the sun. Within the purple air, dragons and phoenixes shuttled and flapped their wings.
Li Xiuyuan's soul strode forward from the deepest part filled with purple energy.
He looked calm and held a simple sword in his hand. Although he did not say any harsh words, he was already filled with murderous intent.
"Li Xiuyuan, my defeat today is not at your hands. Don't be so arrogant and dare to let the ghosts and gods of the world suffer. Who do you think you are? A mere mortal will be nothing more than a handful of loess in a hundred years." Yang Biao shouted angrily.
"Even if it takes a hundred years, it will be enough to bring peace to those of you who are causing trouble to the common people. Since you are immortals and gods, you can escape from the world and live in peace. But if you choose to join the world and enjoy the incense and worship, you should do something and repay the people. Today you are defeated, indeed
The defeat was not in my hands, but in the hands of many ghosts and gods with good intentions. Since ancient times, evil has never prevailed over good. Do you need me to remind you of this truth?" Li Xiuyuan said.
"You almost died tragically in one calamity today. There are ten marshals under Dongyue Divine Lord alone. How many calamities can you survive? Do you dare to let the ghosts and gods in the world accept the calamity of killing an immortal like you?" Yang Biao sneered.
"You don't need to worry about it. My way is still in the world and I am still walking. It will be effective. I will let you deal with the disaster today."
Li Xiuyuan raised the immortal sword in his hand and touched the simple blade.
The four bloody characters on it made ghosts and gods feel frightened.
"Behead me if you want, my head is here."
Yang Biao stands tall in the sky with a big sword in hand, with a stern look on his face and a golden light all over his body. He is not afraid of life and death, raising his head and exposing his neck, as if waiting for Li Xiuyuan's immortal-killing sword.
At this point in the battle, he had no chance to reverse the situation. His 10,000 heavenly soldiers and generals were dead and gone. As for him, even surviving would be a humiliation for him.
"Very good. Not many of the ghosts and gods I have killed are afraid of death. Do you want to set an example for future ghosts and gods? Tell them that I am not worth fearing? Very good. I will help you today."
Li Xiuyuan's eyes flashed, and the immortal sword in his hand moved.
His murderous thoughts were aroused, and a cold light suddenly cut through the air.
Like a comet striking the moon, and like the Milky Way falling from the sky.
"Buzz~!"
Standing with a sword in his hand, the golden-armored God Yang Biao's big head rolled down from his neck.
Before it even hit the ground, the body and head exploded, turning into a strong scent of incense that spread across the battlefield.