The sudden visit of Yuanling Civilization immediately made the atmosphere in the ghost altar tense.
Tuye from the Red Demon Clan stared at Qiang Yu with a proud face.
Although there was no verbal communication, the lines beneath the silence were already obvious.
You have chosen the wrong side and your death has come...
Qiang Yu's face looked a little ugly, but there was a courage to fight hidden in his eyes.
It's not that I made the wrong choice, it's that I didn't have a choice.
Because at that time, Shenzhuo and other Yuanling tribe members came to Yijian Island and chose the Night Demon tribe, and encouraged the Night Demon tribe to kill all the Kite Demon tribe.
If it weren't for Luo Zheng and others being involved, the Kite Monster Clan would have been exterminated by now.
Now that Luo Zheng and his party are forced into a dead end, they, the Yuan Demon Clan, are bound to fight to the end.
"It's almost enough to chase from Taiqingtian to here..."
Ah Huo was a little excited.
She has no hatred towards Luo Zheng and these human races, even if she was defeated by these people...
Her excitement also comes from two or three failures in succession.
Just like a fisherman catching a group of big fish, the few pictures he throws out are pierced by the fish one after another.
Now that these fish have no way to escape, it's naturally time to harvest them.
After Ah Huo finished speaking, her right shoulder cracked.
It was like a crack opening in a lava field, and the inside of the fair skin was filled with billowing flames.
What emerged along with the flames was a white dragon.
A seemingly ordinary white dragon contains a strange and powerful aura.
"Gah..."
After the white dragon came out, it circled around Ah Huo and faced Luo Zheng and his party.
Ah Huo stretched out his hand and lightly touched the surface of Bai Long's body, and the flames burned along Bai Long's body. As the flames burned, they turned into pieces of fiery red scales, inlaid on the surface of Bai Long's body.
She knew that Luo Zheng had a holy stone in his hand that could drive the light of destruction, so she naturally had to prepare the dragon-scale armor.
"Kill them all," Ah Huo said coldly.
Luo Zheng has wasted her kindness several times.
For such an opponent who doesn't know how to appreciate others, death is his only destination.
"Gah!"
The white dragon covered in flame dragon scales emerged from Ah Huo's body and headed straight for the ghost altar.
Luo Zheng and his party will certainly not sit still and wait for death.
Fuxi and Nuwa dispersed to the left and right.
One of Fuxi's hands has clasped the holy stone, and the other hand has been raised slightly, and a Bagua seal has appeared on Bailong's body.
On Nuwa's arm, the crimson shadows of Wa condensed into a spear, and the spear thrust towards the white dragon in a high-speed spiral!
According to the two people's ideas, as long as they break the white dragon's flame dragon scales and shine it with the light of destruction, they have a chance of winning.
"Bang!"
"bass!"
The result was completely beyond their expectations.
Fuxi's Bagua palm print and Waying's spear hit Bailong's body, just like scratching an itch, unable to penetrate the flame dragon scales.
The light of destruction that lit up in their hands naturally had nowhere to use it!
However, the two reacted very quickly.
If the attack fails, retreat immediately.
Immediately afterwards, the Shengtian Rat King, Dong Huang, and Ying Lao came up to greet them.
"call out--"
Countless sharp sword lights formed a curtain wall and struck the white dragon's body.
Ying Lao's Taiyi sword technique is almost the limit in the chaotic world, both in terms of power and speed.
But this crackling sound still couldn't break through the white dragon's defense.
The situation of the Eastern Emperor and the Shengtian Rat King is similar. Even with the magical powers of blood and the tokens from the other side, they are unable to break through the white dragon's flame scales.
The difference in strength is too big.
The Battle of Lishan.
Ah Huo can withstand the siege of the Ancient God of Chaos and several Immortal realms by relying on his own strength.
And the white dragon she is driving now is even more powerful than her, so how can it be resisted by those in the immortal realm?
The group of people attacked and retreated at the same time.
The white dragon flew half a circle around the ghost altar, finally forcing them into a corner.
"Gah!"
The body of the white dragon began to swell, and the dragon's head was raised high, revealing its sharp fangs.
"Everyone come together!"
Qiang Yu spoke.
The resentful level treacherous Wolf Owl King was released from its body, and a huge treachery enveloped Qiang Yu in it.
The other three kite demons also acted strangely, and at this juncture they could only fight to the death.
"I'll do it."
Luo Zheng, who was standing behind, said.
Then he took a step, lunged forward, and headed straight for the white snake.
These immortals are destined to be no match for White Snake...
Even if he tried his best to resist, there were still eyes and the armor staring at him eagerly.
Previously, the only thing Luo Zheng could rely on was the human race in the Ghost Mountain.
Although those guys are close at hand now, they have not shown up after all.
If you can't count on them, you can only rely on the blood in your own body!
Origin of divine blood!
Ah Huo saw Luo Zheng rushing towards Bai Long, his beautiful eyes slightly bent, showing a contemptuous smile.
If you don't drink a toast and drink as a penalty, you will still be seeking your own death...
Bai Long opened his mouth fiercely and swallowed Luo Zheng.
The moment the two were about to come into contact, a huge finger suddenly lowered and touched the ghost altar.
"Boom!"
As the ghost altar trembled, Luo Zheng and Bai Long were separated by the huge finger.
The one who took action was none other than a great demon festival.
This big ghost priest is covered with a layer of green skin, his eyes are inverted triangles, and there are two fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth. His appearance looks very strange.
When it stretched out its fingers, the weirdness inside it took action.
Those are hateful and weird fingers!
"Fighting is prohibited inside the ghost altar," the green-skinned ghost priest said.
As soon as these words came out, the other Daiguiji couldn't help but look at the green-skinned Daiguiji.
How can there be such a rule in the ghost altar?
When I saw the aliens on the island at night, they were as silent as cicadas after entering the Ghost Mountain, and they did not dare to cross the border in the slightest.
Not to mention fighting at the ghost altar, I didn't even dare to speak loudly.
Naturally, the big ghost festivals don’t need to set up such rules...
These great ghost priests hate the human race, especially Fuxi, Nuwa and Donghuang, who are exactly the same as the human race leaders in the ghost mountain.
They are happy to see humans like Luo Zheng die.
The reason why the Daigui Festival didn't leave was because they wanted to bring the news of the death of these human races to those guys with their own eyes!
Most of the Great Oni Matsuri hate the human race, but after all, some of them still support the human race.
The Blue-skinned Demon Festival is one of them.
It comes from the Yulin tribe and is considered to be the oldest great ghost festival in Ghost Mountain.
"Oh……"
Faced with the warning of a great ghost priest, Ah Huo ignored it and drove the white dragon to circle fiercely and devour Luo Zheng again.
"Boom!"
The huge finger pressed down again, this time directly on Bailong's neck, nailing him to the ghost altar.
The big green-skinned ghost looked at Ah Huo with cold eyes.
In the history of Yomi Island, all the beings who dared to challenge the Daigui Festival have died.
The white dragon was held down by this finger and struggled in vain on the ghost altar. The flame scales covering its surface were also broken.
But Ah Huo's expression showed no change or displeasure, and his eyes slowly moved out.
"This Great Demon Festival, I think you might be very interested in this." After it finished speaking, a wolf fang slowly came out of its eye pupil.