Master of Unlimited Luck

The headless body then staggered to the ground and stopped moving.

The fighting below is getting worse...

And above.

Ling Tianzong and the others who were being held back were not surprised but delighted.

The opponent's Entrance Supreme is dispatched...It can be seen that he and the others are indeed hitting the opponent's pain.

In particular, the opponent's Taoist Supreme is stronger than the others' estimates, but they don't seem to have the true meaning of Tao, and their strength is reduced by 20%.

Hmm...these monsters are nothing terrible.

Except for the mist, although it cannot be said that it is useless, the overall strength of the alien monsters is indeed not the opponent of their human race.

The premise is...

"Huanglu should be Qing Yi, Han and Tuming Court. It's time to see the poor seasons, one by one will be green..."

More than a thousand Confucian cultivators are still chanting songs of righteousness.

Haoran is protecting.

They will not be poisoned by different demons...Before, they continued to move forward, pushing the fog back and forth, exposing more foreign demons!

But when it was discovered that even if they did not force them, these strange demons would take the initiative to jump out and fight with the enemy.

These Confucian cultivators saved a lot of energy, but stood there firmly, chanting the song of righteousness, and maintaining the fighting space for the soldiers of the human race!

At this point.

The human form is already great.

But standing on the city wall, the face of the solemn face showed worry.

The number of different demons is far beyond one's imagination.

And Haoran's righteousness is not endless, and the conditions for Confucianism are too harsh...Even if it has been cultivated in Jixia Jiangong for more than ten years, there are only more than a thousand Confucianists.

Moreover, Haoran's righteousness can force the fog away, but it can't melt the fog.

No one replaced.

Sooner or later they will be unable to hold on.

At that time, the fog will come back.

The original expectation was that the number of alien demons would be far below the estimates of their own and the others...They could kill all the alien demons before the mist re-filled.

Although it was taken for granted, this was the only way they could think of.

But now it seems.

The number of alien demons is far beyond the estimate, which is right, after all, it is a race, with so many human races, how could there be too few alien demons?!

The Master Yan slowly closed his eyes, then gritted his teeth, and shouted in a low voice: "Persevere, if necessary, you can use your own efforts to arouse a great righteousness. Be sure to stick to it longer."

"silly!"

Behind, someone suddenly said something softly.

Master Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and everyone had already come to an end to fight, in order to kill more monsters!

But who would have thought that someone could come close to him quietly.

He hurriedly turned his head back, and in his palm, there was already a glorious brilliance of righteousness...

Immediately, his face was shocked, and he said in surprise: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty!!!"

The person standing behind him, dressed in a black robe, has not been seen for more than a year... But in his opinion, there is no change from before.

"Qin Zheng!!!"

Li Zhao, who was also on the city wall, showed a wary look on his face and screamed.

"It seems that you are quite prepared. Is this the idea you came up with?!"

Qin Zheng didn't even look at Li Zhao, his eyes fell on Master Yan, and he looked down at the fierce battlefield where he was fighting himself...

He shook his head and said, "I can't be foolish."

"Your Majesty... Are you still alive?!"

Yan Master asked with a look of horror on his face.

"This question is even more stupid!"

Qin Zheng stepped forward and asked, "You see the clues of the fog, so you came up with this method to contain the fog, right?!"

"This... is... yes."

"Did Chu Nan come up with the idea?!"

Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where are the others?"

The Master Yan replied respectfully: "The Eleventh Young Master is in retreat and has no time to come here."

"Retreat at this time?!"

Qin Zheng asked: "How about the retreat of my Daqin people?!"

The Master Yan pondered for a while, and replied: "This... the people are not very cooperative. Up to now, it will take two days to retreat completely!"

"Then fight for two days to let the people retreat, then withdraw their troops and abandon Xianyang!"

Qin Zhengang lowered his chin and said, "Did you not notice that the fog is becoming denser? Haoran righteousness can now suppress the fog, but how long can it be suppressed?"

The Master Yan was startled when he heard the words and hurriedly looked down. Sure enough... The mist that was still illusory before, although being forced back, seemed to have slightly changed.

While the mist was surging, there was gradually pitch black brewing in it.

It seemed that the fierce beast that was sleeping on its own was irritated... was beginning to stretch its sharp fangs.

Master Yan turned around, staring at Qin Zheng, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind. Isn't the person in front of him...

He hurriedly asked: "Your Majesty, the alien demon can recover from the mist, dare to ask how can I dissolve this mist?!"

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