Hundreds of black shadows swooped into the air, and afterimages appeared one after another, as fast as meteors, and they were madly attacking Emperor Chu.
On the high memorial platform, Xie Wufeng glanced at Emperor Chu's figure, his sinister eyes flashing with amusement. Emperor Chu wanted to save people from the hands of the Temple of Death. In his eyes, he was undoubtedly seizing food from the tiger's mouth and seeking his own death.
Xie Wufeng sent someone to inform Emperor Chu to come to Lingxiao Valley, just to get the blood of the true dragon in his body. Now Emperor Chu chooses to take the initiative, which is exactly what he wants. If he is killed, the War Continent will surely fall into a bloody storm again.
At that time, the Death Temple will have the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
kill!
Xie Wufeng gave an order, and hundreds of black figures danced their sharp blades, piercing the clouds and turning on electricity. They moved up and down Qingming, like thousands of green and white dragons flying in the void. For a moment, there was a sound of wind, the rustling of dead trees, and the violent and domineering sword light directed toward Chu.
The emperor was enveloped.
"Master went to rescue the mistress and the young master, and handed these people over to his subordinates!"
The rich voice of the leader of Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry rang out, and the broad swords at everyone's waists were unsheathed, and their swooping figures rushed forward crazily to meet the black shadow saint general falling in the sky.
See the situation.
Emperor Chu's mind moved, and he ordered the Shadow Blood Guard to assist Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry, and together they killed the black shadow saint general in front of him. His figure flashed, and he quickly rushed towards the altar. Yaoyue and Baguio followed Emperor Chu
about.
In the valley.
Powerful people from all over the world were well aware of Emperor Chu's tyranny, but they did not expect that he would dare to lead just twenty people to challenge the power of the Temple of Death. In the eyes of everyone, Emperor Chu was undoubtedly digging his own grave.
boom!
boom!
The sound of clashes of soldiers in the valley spread to the sky, and Yan Yun's Eighteen Riders charged into the hundreds of holy generals. Suddenly, there was a roar of wind, and a strong aura of death swept across the heaven and earth, filling Lingxiao Valley.
The cultivation of Yan Yun's eighteen knights has all reached the upper level of the sixth-level Martial Saint Realm. Facing hundreds of saint generals, they did not feel any pressure at all. They were able to move with ease and flow. Wherever they passed, a green light filled the air, and the edge of the broad sword turned into a ray of cold light.
, the sharp sword blade slashed across the figure of the holy general.
The blood mist filled the sky, and dozens of corpses were added to the ground in an instant. The bloody air filled the void. The terrifying combat power of Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry shocked everyone.
"These eighteen people are like gods and demons. They have always been by Emperor Chu's side. They are not easy to deal with!"
"If Emperor Chu was not completely sure, he would not have sacrificed himself in Lingxiao Valley. The world does not understand Emperor Chu at all. His bravery has long been beyond the category of the strong."
Young Master Fusu narrowed his eyes slightly and watched Emperor Chu's figure moving forward. He had witnessed Emperor Chu's indomitable power and knew that if the Temple of Death wanted to kill him, it would not even think of hurting him at all without paying a heavy price.
.
"Your Highness, do you think too highly of Emperor Chu?"
"Concubine Yan, don't forget that a month ago, your Yin Yang family's young master, Siming, and the Mo family's eldest lady from Guancheng, almost became the maids of Emperor Chu. They gathered together in Quicksand to send Mo Yu Qilin, and they almost fell into the hands of Emperor Chu."
"I advise you not to underestimate Emperor Chu, otherwise you will regret it sooner or later!"
Hear the sound.
Concubine Dongfang Yan became more and more curious about Emperor Chu. She lightly danced her sleeves and turned sideways to look at Emperor Chu in the distance. Her eyes flickered and she looked at the elegant figure in front of her with profound meaning.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Emperor Chu rushed forward violently, activating the Soul-Destroying Arm and the True Qi Desert Eagle. Wherever he passed, there were dead souls.
All the holy generals who appeared in front of him were shot in the head and died.
Xie Wufeng saw the powerful holy generals under his command and could do nothing to Emperor Chu. He waved his arms again, and the four old men on the altar rushed forward with scepters in their hands.
"The four deacons of the temple?"
The four figures turned into black mist, like demon spirits from the Nine Netherworld, and disappeared in a flash, leaving only traces of black mist in the void. The system had already passed their information into Emperor Chu's mind, and at the same time scanned and locked their
Location.
Pretending to be a ghost in front of Emperor Chu is simply bringing humiliation to oneself, and there is no way to escape.
Divine fire burns the sky!
Loud shouts rang out, and several wisps of divine fire danced on Emperor Chu's fingertips. He shot through the air with one finger, and the glow of the divine fire fell like a meteorite, directly hitting the four guardians.
The four of them thought that no one could notice that they were hiding, but when the divine fire came, they knew that they had been exposed, and all their concealment techniques were in vain in front of Emperor Chu.
puff!
puff!
Stars of divine fire moved forward at lightning speed, covering the sky and the sun in an instant, magnifying a thousand times. The four deacons of the Temple of Death were swallowed by the divine fire and did not even have a chance to scream.
Whoosh!
Emperor Chu stepped forward lightly with the soles of his feet and appeared on the altar. His clothes roared in the wind and he stood domineeringly, like an unsheathed magic weapon, exuding a power of pressure that could make people heartbroken.
On the empty open ground, hundreds of black figures once again rushed towards them in a mad rush, but were stopped by Xie Wufeng.
Xie Wufeng knew that no matter how many holy generals there were, they would not be able to stop Emperor Chu. Letting them rush forward would be like using a mantis as a chariot. Although the holy generals were no match for Emperor Chu, they were death warriors carefully trained by the Temple of Death. They would be on the battlefield in the future.
, they all exist in a way that one can stop a hundred.
Right now, he wanted to kill Emperor Chu, and at the same time, he needed to preserve his strength. Xie Wufeng would not be stupid enough to let his hard work go to waste.
"The immortal, kill!"
Xie Wufeng's majestic and ferocious voice spread, and ten black shadows rushed out from the cave under the giant peak behind him. They were as tall as him, with bulging muscles and glowing golden light. From time to time, light flashed through their meridians, giving people a sense of wonder.
A violent explosive power.
Ho ho ho~~
Hohoho~~
A huge roar resounded through the sky, and ten people, all holding giant axes in their hands, rushed towards Emperor Chu crazily. As they advanced, the ground shook in waves, as if they were about to destroy the world.
"Behemoth tribe, Titan tribe?"
Emperor Chu looked sideways at the ten immortals and saw that they were more than two meters tall, with golden light rising from their bodies, like generals from the sky.
"Mutated undead?"
The system transferred the information of the ten people into his mind. After a quick check, Emperor Chu showed a look of horror. These ten people were actually mutated undead people. They had at least ten bloodline powers hidden in their bodies. He didn't know what the Death Temple was used for.
Is there any way to raise their cultivation to the seventh-level Martial Saint realm?
"Emperor Chu, be obedient and surrender. I, the Lord of this palace, can keep your whole body intact as long as you are still useful. Otherwise, your family of three will be reunited in Lingxiao Valley today!"
Xie Wufeng's hoarse and rough voice sounded again. Emperor Chu looked away from the distant figures of Nangong Xi and Shangguan Bangning, and looked sideways at Yao Yue and Baguio.
"Save them two and leave Lingxiao Valley immediately!"
The words fell.
Emperor Chu turned around and glared at Xie Wufeng, laughed ferociously, and said: "I sent people to sneak into the capital of God and kidnap my beloved concubine and the prince. A year has passed."
"Today, I came to Ling Canyon in person. Do you really think it's as simple as saving people?"
"From today on, there will be no more Temple of Death in the world, and you will all die!"
The voice of domineering Lingtian spread loudly, and everyone in the valley was shocked by Emperor Chu's words. Many people had sneers on their sinister faces. It was obvious that they were mocking Emperor Chu.
The Temple of Death is really so easy to defeat, and the empires of other countries are not afraid of him. All forces in the world dare not make enemies of the Temple of Death, because they are well aware of its cunning methods.
Now Emperor Chu actually wants to destroy the Temple of Death. Many people think that Emperor Chu is just talking nonsense, but Mr. Fusu is convinced. He firmly believes that Emperor Chu has the ability to defeat Xie Wufeng. (To be continued)