Luojia Mountain, a life-and-death battle, a night of blood, is the bright red mark of the demon's slaughter of the world.
Thousands of innate armies continued to advance forward, paving Yellow Springs Road with blood and bones, blocking the demon's path.
In the battle, the figure with black clothes and black hair had cold eyes and ruthless swords. The besieged army fell down one after another. The swords passed, the soldiers were broken, and the souls died.
Unknowingly, more than half of the thirty Half-Venerables were killed in the battle, and the eight Human Sovereigns were all injured to varying degrees. The power of the demon shocked everyone present.
"Drink"
The sword light swayed in all directions, and the blood splashed down. In the battle of Demon Slaying, the demon was invincible. The sword dance was famous all over the world.
Seeing the brave and unparalleled figures on the battlefield, everyone was Human Sovereign shocked, and the murderous intention in their hearts was at the same time more intense.
At this moment, the Supreme Lord of the three realms outside Central Province finally understood why the Central Province churches were so willing to kill Zhi Ming at all costs. When a wise man is about to have absolute force, who else in the world can check and balance.
The battle was at a fever pitch, with mountains of corpses and Zhi Ming. All the deities were dyed vermilion. With a single stroke of the sword, Half-Venerable died. Suddenly, behind Half-Venerable, a powerful palm force shot out from behind him, reflecting on Zhi Ming's chest.
There was a violent earthquake and blood spattered. Ning Chen took half a step back. The sword in his hand advanced instead of retreating, passing through Half-Venerable's body and directly piercing Luo Xiao's right shoulder.
"Uh"
Luo Xiao Zun groaned and raised his hand to grab the edge of the sword, trying to hold the former back.
"Rivers and Mountains Change Hands"
Ning Chen A flash of coldness flashed in his eyes, the sword sharply rotated, switching left and right, and his arm was severed with one sword strike.
There was a stabbing sound, blood filled the sky, and the force of the palm came again, Ning Chen drew his sword to block the move, there was a loud shock, and he took several steps.
Vermilion dripped, dyeing the clothes black, injuries exchanged, and the battle became even more tragic.
"Luo Xiao, how are you?" Venerable Bihui stepped forward and said solemnly.
"He can still hold on. He can't hold on much longer. Fight quickly to avoid any changes." Luo Xiao said with a pale expression as he sealed the wound on his broken arm with his fingers.
"Understood" Venerable Bihui nodded.
On the other side, among the army, the demon held Yin'er and fought. Every step he took, blood fell everywhere and corpses lay everywhere.
Never stop knowing your fate, knowing in your heart that failure here is the end, the last persistence in life, no one can stop it, before that, the only thing is to live, only to live, to live!
The blade of the sword slashed, and blood flowers fell, reflecting scenes of the past, twenty years of ups and downs in the world, a drifting boat that could no longer find a ferry, knowing one's destiny but not knowing one's own destiny, so one could only hold the sword in his hand tightly and cut through all obstacles.
The figures falling to the ground continuously behind him, blood and water gathered into a small river, dyeing the ground below Luojia Mountain in a brownish red color. The moonlight shined through the dark clouds, creating a miserable scene.
"Ah"
Suddenly, there was a cry of pain, and the blade slashed across. Ning Chen couldn't stop it. Blood gushed out from Yin'er's left arm, staining his clothes red.
Ning Chen turned around, narrowed his eyes, and immediately the cold light became strong. He swung the sword edge and cut Half-Venerable, who had injured the little girl, into two pieces.
The gushing blood blinded many innate eyes, and fear, hatred, resentment, and extremely complicated eyes penetrated people's hearts.
At the same time, far away in a strange space on Northern Plains Heavenly Sound Pavilion, Mu Chengxue, who was pushing Sound Mill, suddenly felt a strong uneasiness, inexplicable, lingering in his whole heart.
The white clothes are like snow, but now they are stained with maroon. The iron ropes passing through the bones of the lute restrain the freedom of the promiser. For a hundred years, the morning is like blue silk Mu Chengxue.
Affected by his mood, Sound of the Great Dao changed. At this moment, the void shook, and a powerful and abnormal figure walked out. He looked at the woman in front of Sound Mill and said lightly, "Your heart is not calm anymore."
"Something happened to him, Pavilion Master, please let me come out Heavenly Sound Pavilion. I will come back immediately after the matter is finished," Mu Chengxue said with a look of eager pleading on his face.
"It's difficult to produce Heavenly Sound Pavilion"
Heavenly Sound Pavilion Master said something, and then the figure faded away and disappeared.
"Pavilion Master"
Mu Chengxue called out urgently, but there was no response.
"Don't think about leaving the cabinet anymore, Mu Chengxue. When you made a deal with Master and took on the task of promoting Sound Mill, within a hundred years, it will be impossible for you to leave the cabinet again." Wu Qingying walked out and said calmly.
"Mu Chengxue is willing to pay any price, please ask Qingying girl to intercede on your behalf," Mu Chengxue begged.
"This is absolutely impossible, and I am powerless."
Wu Qingying shook his head slightly and refused. It is really hard to understand. People who practice Grand Forgetfulness of Emotion will completely erase the most difficult memory in Jiang Xin at the beginning. Logically speaking, Mu Chengxue should have never recovered his memory, but he still can't let go of that person.
I hope Heavenly Sound Pavilion's hundred years of time can cut off this tangled relationship.
At the same time, Eastern Divine Continent, Barbarian Palace, a beautiful girl-like woman knelt in the hall and kowtowed three times.
"You still can't let him go?" In front of the girl, the former King of the Barbarian Dynasty said with a flash of emotion on his face.
"My daughter is unfilial," A'man said softly.
"Go ahead," Barbarian King waved his hand and sighed.
A'man kowtowed again, stood up immediately, took the Sword of Original Heart aside, turned and left.
Luojia Mountain, the cold moon travels westward, and the sound of killing at the foot of the mountain still continues. The fierce and unusual battle fills the area within a hundred miles with a blood-red mist.
There are many killing formations, leaving no escape route. Knowing the fate in the formation, using the sword to kill, slaughter the world.
All eight were injured, and there were less than ten people left in the thirty Half-Venerable. No one expected the huge cost, which made everyone Human Sovereign shocked and angry.
After preparing for a long time and using all their fighting strength, they still couldn't get rid of this person smoothly. If one day, Zhi Fate steps into the Supreme Realm, all the sects will be completely destroyed.
During the battle, the demon body sword was ruthless and ruthless. Although it was injured, it became more and more murderous. Every move was Yellow Springs's death.
"Magic Style, Heavenly Cry"
The red sword dances, the resentment on the sword breaks out, the wind and clouds suddenly change, the rolling demon waves sweep away, the sky and the earth change color, and become dim.
All the saints felt that their bodies were stagnant, and the movement of their true energy was immediately restrained.
The three-three offensive and defensive situation was immediately broken, and there was a violent earthquake. The last two people were unable to gather their strength and were hit hard again.
The bright red color all over the ground is the shock of the evil that is unstoppable. The strongest demon has far surpassed Chi Lian four thousand years ago.
Next to Zhiming, Yin'er bit his lip. Although the pain from the wound was unbearable, he still forced himself not to shout out so as not to worry the former.
The lights of swords and shadows criss-crossed, and Zhi Ming, dressed in black and with black hair, had blood dripping from his face from time to time. His steps were turning, his body was like a swimming dragon, and his sword was slashing with unparalleled power.
"Marquis of Knowing Fate, how long can you continue to struggle?"
The situation changed, and the eight Human Sovereign immediately changed their tactics, and four or four joined forces to press for their lives again.
The palms and swords clashed, and Zhi Ming, exhausted from the long battle, took a few steps back, with bright red dots coming from the corners of his mouth, dyeing his clothes red again and again.
The world is difficult, and there is no room for demons to survive. Ning Chen glanced at Luojia Mountain behind him, and used the power of Chi Lian in his hand to urge resentment. With the blessing of the demon wave, in the earth-shattering vibration, a magnificent sword light rose into the sky.
"Nirvana"
The ultimate sword is criss-crossed and magnificent. Wherever the light of the sword strikes, the void falls apart and the earth is devastated.
The four statues were the first to bear the brunt and retreated with red vomiting. The other four statues were also affected by the sword force and took several steps back.
There was a slight flaw in the killing tactic, Ning Chen stepped forward, and quickly flew towards the rear Luojia Mountain.
There are mountains and mountains, and the road is rugged and difficult to travel. However, Yellow Springs Road, which is made of blood and bones, has it ever been easy to travel.
The soldiers blocking the way along the way fell one after another in the bloody sword light. The persistent will drove the unyielding fighting spirit. Faced with the overwhelming force of the army, they still didn't know what it meant to give up.
Blood is falling from the black hair, but the blood on the sword is a hundred times, a thousand times more powerful than the Alliance army that cannot be killed. When Tianfu invaded, they were protected by Zhi Ming. Now they counterattack and devour Zhi Ming.
While walking forward, a drop of blood fell on Yin'er's face, slightly hot and scalding.
The big hand holding the little hand never let go, and never thought about letting go. The three bodies of Zhi Ming are of one mind. Although they have different personalities, they have the same persistence. Once determined, they will never let go.
Mountain Above Mountain, surrounded by thousands of greens, dyed with blood and red, the brilliance of life will always be so beautiful when it blooms at the end.
There were countless fallen figures, and the blood and bones all over the mountains and plains stained the entire Luojia Mountain, Demon Slaying battle, and all the words of the tragic battle seemed pale.
In order to eliminate Zhi Ming, all the elites of all religions have come out, no matter the cost, Zhi Ming must be completely left behind.
On Luojia Mountain, the chasing army from behind surrounded them again. The eight Human Sovereign suppressed the injuries in their bodies, activated their final strength, and barely passed away.
The edge of the sword blocked the force of the palm, and the aftermath shocked all directions. Blood spilled from Ning Chen's mouth. The sword turned and knocked back the four figures in front of him with a bang.
The four retreated, Luo Xiao, Bihui, Red Chamber, and the four Xuanzhen stepped forward again, pressing down forcefully with their powerful palms.
There was a loud earthquake, and the black clothes turned red again. Ning Chen took a few steps back and vomited out a mouthful of blood. His whole body Demonic Qi shook violently again.
The inescapable demonic calamity puts the demon into the greatest life-and-death crisis. The sword leaning on the ground, Demonic Might, is still terrifying, but it has lost the previous heart-stopping sense of oppression.
"Marquis of Knowing Fate, you have nowhere to go."
Seeing the signs of instability in Zhiming's aura, the eight venerables returned to their original energy at the same time, and their movements converged. The wind and clouds on the mountain swirled dramatically, which shocked people's hearts.
The strongest move, howling and galloping out, ended the battle of Demon Slaying in one move.
Extreme power came, unshakable, Ning Chen forced his body to hurt, and pulled Yin'er behind him, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, the demonic energy around him was rising to the max, the swords flowed together, and he faced it with one sword, blocking the last move.
Just when life and death were about to be separated, a graceful figure in azure clothes came from the distance, turned its back to the saints, and suddenly blocked the fatal palm. The blood flowers were miserable, and the sky was filled with red in an instant.
The eyes that looked at each other were so gentle, looking at the last care of this life, like moths to the flame, without hesitation, they directly hit the Red Serpent Sword front.
There was a stabbing sound, and the sword penetrated the body. Blood spurted out like a spring, dyeing Qingyi red, and even dyed Zhiming's eyes red. Qing Ling raised his hand and caressed the face of the young man in front of him. A touch of reluctance flashed on the pale and beautiful face.
He has really grown up.
In fact, she didn't want to die. In fact, she wanted to live and watch him go on.
Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance.
"Ning Chen, you are possessed by a demon"