Legend of the Great Saint

The red spear tip is almost transparent and solidifies like a flame, reflecting Ying-chul's fearful twisted face. Rolling flames fly back against the spear, dragging a long red light at the tail, still in the hands of the fierce firearms gods.

The strongest of the twelve demon emperors, so what? The demon emperor is as weak as a mortal in the face of absolute power.

It only takes a moment to completely destroy it.

The next moment, however, the fiery spear solidified in mid-air and fell into a giant black palm.

The immense body of the mountain moves at incredible speeds, giving people a sense of ridiculous stunning.

And almost simultaneously, two more facsimile disciples crashed, which was killed before the rescue was carried out.

It grabbed gently, the fiery spear burst, rolling hot waves forced people, Yingzhe wolf resistance, eyebrows beard was glowed. Knowing is what Massachusetts intends to do, even more poisonous in his heart, but he doesn't say anything.

Li Huiqiao's heart suddenly sank into the bottom of the valley and looked at him in a daze: “It's just you and me. If you get down on your knees immediately, I might let you live. ”

Look directly at the facsimile disciples as nothing.

However, this is by no means a bluff. In the horrors of continuous meteorization, the true disciples were completely deterred from continuing their siege of the "shudder”.

Son of a thousand golds, do not sit in the hall. It is no longer easy to persevere at a time when what they possess is unimaginable to mortals and how can they abandon it?

Li Qingshan's path was real, and his path was fake? If the fire stops burning, all that remains is dirty ash.

“Firefly, will you die with me? ”

“Cut the crap! Your way is my way! ”

“Yes!” Li Yihuo shone, his horseshoe flickered, and the fierce firearms god blasted forward, launching a strike at Yihuan!

Massachusetts laughed wildly: "Suicide! ”

“Zhu” arms simultaneously stretched out, tens of fingers curled, and grabbed by the fierce firearms god.

Facsimile disciples all looked to Daimonfan. Her heart turned sharply. She ordered: "All the Taoists follow me to kill the demon people. They have no military protection. One of them must help Brother Li! ”

At this time, if we are ordered to siege together, there will inevitably be people who refuse to move forward or even directly defy military orders, and the situation will be completely broken.

This is the only way to help Li Yiqiao a little. Just hope that he can support him for a little while. If he can kill millions of demons, then the battle power of "Xu” will surely decrease sharply. But I also know how naive this wish is.

“A fierce firearms god would never last that long! What the hell are we gonna do? ”

But she couldn't help but relieve herself. The pressure on her was too much. Though he was obliged to leave the battlefield immediately and never return, he did not dare to disobey the first order.

If it became the culprit, the Vientiane Sect would not let her go. Perhaps even Abnegation Palace would send someone to capture it, and escape to the corner of the heavens would be useless. So even if you don't want to, it's just hard on your scalp.

At this moment, it suddenly felt that there was an invisible bondage and pressure coming down from the sky, the flow of magic became delayed, and the magic performed was greatly diminished: “Huh, how is it like being in the border area again?” Looking up at the sky: “When did the sky become so red? ”

That “red” penetrates from the sky, penetrating the air and the soil, like a thin veil.

On a river of blood, a corpse of a human sergeant suddenly moved his eyelid and opened his eyes again: “Strange, am I not... dead? ”

I couldn't help but touch my neck and found the wound healing. Not too long ago, as if another voice hurried by the ear to kill the enemy! Go fight!

The blood was still cold, it became hotter, and I remembered the general's order - march!

Then he grabbed the knife and climbed up. He felt infinite power pouring in his body. He looked at it. On the earth, a “corpse” stood up again. The knife cut off towards the body of a newly stood demon and began a new round of killing.

“Shuro Yard. ”

Daimonfan feels bitter in his mouth, preferably at such times.

The six-round pattern is neither overlapping nor parallel, but rather a circular whole, with structures that are unimaginable to ordinary people and connected to the 3,000 worlds, so it is called a "round.”

Each one has its own identity, the ghost path is constantly devouring, the human path is inclusive, and the soul of Hell is returned to the land.

Ashuro will continue to gather souls from six rounds and 3,000 worlds, transforming them into Ashuros and joining the bloodless battle.

The will of Ashuro Dao is most fond of these massive and intense wars, and whenever this happens, there will inevitably come a field of Ashuro, which will temporarily give some Ashuro character to warriors full of fighting and killing intentions, such as "Ashuro is immortal”.

The greater the intensity and scale of the war, the greater the scope and intensity of the Shura field, and the closer it is to Ashuro Road.

In this war, the direct participation of both sides exceeded five million, and the sergeants of both sides were extremely desperate. The magnitude and intensity are very rare, even in the entire six rounds.

So Shu Yard also became so magnificent that the original fatal wounds became insignificant and could even be reborn, the fragile mortal body could sustain a more intense battle, constant killing and killing, in intense pain to be tested, in the great terror between life and death, to quench the true soul of war.

Of course, they are not Ashuro, nor can they have real immortality. Such a fierce war, even if the Emperor can't protect himself, let alone mortals. And Shura Yard is not divided between good and evil. We will both benefit from the enemy.

Ultimately, most of the warriors will still die in a fierce battle, and Ashuro Dao will be able to reclaim the tested and quenched souls of war and transform them into true Ashuros.

But for the fax disciples, it was a terrible depletion, which had itself become quite ostracized in the magic domain, and now, with the arrival of the Shura field, the Ashuro Road is interwoven with the magic of heaven and earth law, and the entire battlefield becomes a border zone.

And Ashuro preferred only the true warriors, and without a heart of war, even the emperor would be excluded. Dual exclusion in the border zone prevents some facsimile disciples from exerting even half their power.

Wan Jianfeng only felt suppressed and added a boost. Although his strength was still damaged, his heart became more energetic, and his hand strangled the sword: “One sword to make Wan Jian! ”

Million Swords through! Suddenly thousands of demons were crucified on the earth.

Originally, the emperors used their own means. The efficiency of massacres was extremely high. Together, it would be difficult to kill millions of demons.

However, they soon discovered that most of the demons were still alive after they were killed, unless their bodies were completely destroyed, even if only half of them were left to crawl on the ground, roaring wildly into the sky and gathering their military forces into the "squeamish".

The body of a demon in general is better than that of an ordinary human being, especially its resilience, which is amazing. It is always like a tiger's wings in the Shuloh field, and none of them can be beaten to death.

Facsimile disciples are almost desperate, so that there is no way to live, and now they are bound by this heavy bondage. Isn't there no hope of escape until the Fire God is extinguished?

But he mumbled: “I don't want to die here...”