Legend of the Great Saint

Xuanwu Legion fluctuated forward like a tidal wave, and the sound of armor collision suddenly sounded, such as muffled thunder rolling on the ground.

In the sky, your facsimile disciples followed, and your hearts filled with hope. So much for the army, so much for the gods, so much for the demons to resist?

Daimonfan's eyebrows had a hint of anxiety, and said positively: "Dear Daoists, please be careful! ”

But he laughed: "Sister worried too much. I see the number of demons, but I lack the handsome talent of Brother Li, who can gather the heart of the army. Even though the army formation is a pupil, the military atmosphere cannot become a god. With this Xuan Wu Army god, it is the Twelve Heavenly Demons. Why is it so difficult to break it? ”

The Demon People are millions of armies, even hundreds of miles apart, but neither Massacre nor any Demon Emperor possesses the power and prestige of commanding millions of armies, even the convergence of military forces is a problem, let alone a military god.

Dai Mengfan nodded: “Cousin has never been on the battlefield. It would be nice to have such an insight, but...”

Lotte suddenly interjected: “I'm about to enter the magic domain, I don't need to say more, there are some things, oh, I only understand when I see them. ”

Lu Birming, owner of Lingbao Fang, silently took out a fine boat from his sleeve, threw it into the air, rising against the wind, turning his eyes into a giant steel ship of a thousand feet, and threw himself into it.

But he was delighted: “Brother Lu is so timid! ”

“If the Third Sister is right, can I not listen?” Lu Birming laughed: “This‘ Qibao Linglong boat 'is my brother's ride, one that doesn't have much chance to be used, and now it's used to fight. ”

His gift to Li Qingshan's "Giant Spirit Armor” is already rare, but compared to this “Seven Bao Linglong boat”, that's nothing.

This is the immortal ship on which he imitated the Nine Days of Heavenly Soldiers. From design to construction, he spent a great deal of effort and resources, not only powerful, but also indestructible, that is, the twelve demons came together to besiege him, and he was not afraid.

I believe he will be the safest of all in this war. With the powerful destructive power of this “Seven Boats", we can slaughter a lot of demons, set up Hehe Kung Fu, and increase the ranking on the Vientiane List by a few places.

As for the “Giant Spirit Armor”, after the victory, the Sect will indemnify itself, and perhaps add a battle merit.

Apart from the slightly intolerant colour of Nguyen Yaozhu, the true disciples wiped their hands with a friction fist, took out the pharaoh at the bottom of the pressing box, and prepared to open the killing.

Daimonfan frowned slightly and said nothing more. Which facsimile disciple is not a gifted Gestachi genius, all have their own pride, it is useless to say more. They will soon realize that the demons are not so good at dealing with it.

Yingzhe looked at the approaching Xuanwu Army god and the flanking fire, without fear, but smiled slightly: “Black Cloud City is broken! Massachusetts, are you ready? ”

Boom!

The twelfth totem pillar stands upright in the clouds, a statue of a living demon emerges, resembling a man rather than a man, a beast rather than a beast, with a huge one-eyed eye, two wild hog-like teeth stabbed in the mouth of the blood basin, through a fierce and ruthless atmosphere.

The earth trembled slightly, between the twelve totem columns, as if it constituted another world in which the magnificent demonic light intertwined with a strange landscape, forming the core of the formation method.

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"I can't wait," he chuckled as he climbed the totem pole. ”

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On the totem pole at the foot of Massachusetts, the statue of the living demon suddenly blinked and moved.

At the coming of the devil's heaven, Ying-chul bowed his head and suddenly knelt down, touching his forehead like those of the witches, his hands raised high: "Congratulations to the devil! ”

The other demon emperors also knelt on their totem columns and shouted: "Welcome demons! ”

The will of the magic reaches the realm of the Demon Emperor, and he is no longer in awe. But if you accidentally offend the demon god, there is only one way to die, and this one is famous for his "arrogance”.

Of course, this is not the arrival of a true demon god, but only the incarnation of the "Twelve Tories of Heavenly Demons". There is not even a single consciousness, only its evil spirit is implemented.

But this war is about the legendary "coming of the dark sun”, and no one dares to be sure that the consciousness of the demon god will come.

The Xuan Demon God rushed out of the Totem Column and opened his eyes to see the approaching Xuan Wu Army God. The Xuan Wu Army God also looked cold.

Its arrogant and fierce spirit was suddenly provoked, his blood basin opened and his mouth growled loudly, and a round of visible air waves swept away.

The Xuan Wu Army God moved forward slightly and roared.

The roar was loud and deafening.

Kohin felt like a wooden stake coming in from his ear, his face changed dramatically, and he hastily pushed the magic resistance.

At this time, the facsimile disciples quickly crossed the border with the Xuan Wushu God and entered the magic domain. Although it will be suppressed by the laws of the magic domain, it is finally restored to the imperial cultivation. In the face of this incarnation of the demonic god, there is an irresistible feeling.

Eat one off the horse and don't be careless.

But Xin bit her lip softly: “Sister, you are right. If there is no Xuanwu God, it will be us together, and it will be difficult to break these twelve Heavenly Demons. ”

Daimonfan hasn't spoken yet, Lotte said: "Sister, don't worry, this is nowhere! ”

He closed his eyes to a line, but his face didn't have the usual kind of grin, and his right hand rushed to play with the two dices. Seems to want to spy on the planet, figure out the wins and losses of this game, or, life and death.

A demon witch looked up and cried out, “It's the demon god, the demon god has come! ”

Like a frying pan, the camp of demons, millions of demons look up to the gods, full of blood filling their eyes, full of fanatical worship, in stark contrast to the wary attitude of the demon emperors.

The Twelve Demons are the object of worship of all demons, the supreme being in their hearts.

They cried out in the name of the devil, “Psst!” “Boom!” “Boom! ”

The word, as if it were not a title, but the most wicked spell, possessed terrible power in itself.

Hundreds of thousands of people in the Xuanwu Army have been shouting like a tsunami, and at a time when millions of people are crying out loud, it's like the sky is falling apart.

Daimonfan closed his eyes, but all the old nightmares came back to life, shaking in front of him.

All the facsimile disciples changed their faces and felt that something terrible was about to happen.

Li Qingshan frowned tightly and did not stop. He continued to move forward with the gaze in the eyes of the Monster God.

Ying-chul said: "Please, God!” The demon emperors all say: "Please, God! ”

The demon god descended from the sky and landed on the city of Massacre.

For a moment, the clouds were as military as the sea, rolling towards him.

The Magic God swelled dramatically, and in the blink of an eye, he surpassed the Xuanwu Army God. He could directly compare himself to the distant Black Cloud City. No, for him, Black Cloud City is already within reach.

It lays down slightly, shielding the sun and overshadowing the enormous shadow.

But he was blinded and muttered: "What is that? ”