"Piaohua Palace, Piaohua Palace again!"
Mo Disheng gritted his teeth, and there was a rare hint of anger on his face, which was usually emotionless.
After investing all thirty-six Dark Spirit Ghost Attendants and a thousand white-haired puppets, the balance of victory once tilted towards the side of the "Dark Temple".
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the situation changed again.
All this is just because of a few women.
A few women who are as beautiful as angels and young as hell.
One of the women in white clothes was suspended in the air, and with just a wave of her bare hands, hundreds or thousands of spiritual vortexes appeared out of thin air.
These vortices can be more than one foot in diameter, some are red, some are black, and are densely spaced over the battlefield.
The violent pulling force and repelling force spurted out from the whirlpool and fell hard among the many puppet spirits.
There are already a large number of puppet spirits in the "Dark Temple", and the distribution of spiritual power vortexes is very dense. There is no need to aim and predict at all. They can hit them everywhere and smash them into a large area.
Countless puppet spiritual masters were caught off guard and fell into the whirlpool of spiritual power, and were crushed to pieces with their flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Gorgeous blood dripped from the sky, as if God was weeping and sprinkling scarlet blood tears to the world.
In just a dozen breaths, the number of puppet spirits in the "Dark Temple" began to decrease sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye. From about four thousand, it dropped to less than three thousand in the blink of an eye. The rate of decline was incredible. situation.
As the number of puppet spiritual masters decreases, the terrifying power released by the spiritual vortex gradually becomes difficult to hit the target, and it changes from a destructive weapon to an existence like a roadblock.
Before the "Dark Temple" could breathe a sigh of relief, the woman in white suddenly waved her jade arm.
The spiritual vortex all over the sky suddenly changed its position, as if teleporting, without any warning.
As a result, many spiritual masters who thought they had escaped a disaster suddenly discovered that there was a huge and deep whirlpool in front of them.
Before they could react, powerful gravitational and repulsive forces rushed over them crazily, sending a large wave of "Dark Temple" masters into the whirlpool.
Along with the screams, a fishy wind blew in the sky again, and blood rained down.
The puppet army, which had already suffered heavy losses, suffered heavy losses again. Four-fifths of the ordinary puppet spirits were directly damaged, and only a few hundred people survived. Even the powerful white-haired puppets were swallowed by the whirlpool for nearly half.
Only the thirty-five cold and terrifying dark spirit ghost attendants seemed to be unaware of pain. Even if an arm and a thigh were crushed by the whirlpool, they could still deal with it calmly without any confusion, and most of them escaped with their lives.
However, in the state of being missing arms and legs, these ruthless killing machines were inevitably weakened in strength and gradually fell into a disadvantage in the battle with the coalition masters.
What a scary woman!
Merdisheng, who was overlooking the battlefield from the clouds, gritted his teeth and clenched his right hand tightly. Seeing that most of his years of hard work was destroyed by a beautiful woman in white, he could hardly restrain the urge to take action.
However, he always tried his best to restrain himself and did not get carried away by the blood.
For some reason, throughout the whole war until now, the saints on both sides have not taken action, but have tacitly abided by the original agreement.
"You have such grace at such a young age. You are truly a hero among women!"
Emperor Li Tiandi on the side was open-minded by nature and was not as rude as Mo Disheng. Instead, he smiled and praised loudly, "Given time, the achievements will definitely be greater than those of you and me."
Modi Sheng glanced at him dissatisfied, but knew that this was due to his character and didn't say much.
This leering female war goddess is naturally Shangguan Junyi from Piaohua Palace.
The other two women who appeared on the battlefield at the same time as her also performed well.
Shangguan Mingyue is beautiful and beautiful, with a fairy-like figure. The black stick in his hand flies dexterously, and the bright red dress flutters in the wind, like a bright flame, which is indescribably dazzling on the murderous battlefield.
She stepped lightly on her feet, and green rays of light were like lively elves, flying around her body. With every move of the stick, an enemy lost the ability to fly and fell directly from the sky.
"Old Qixing."
Noticing the outstanding performance of this Shangguan eldest lady, Mo Disheng's expression was very strange, "How come that little girl's moves are so similar to yours?"
"this……"
The Seven-Star Saint's heart trembled, and the embarrassment on his face flashed away, and then he said bravely, "I learned this spiritual skill from a classic book. It may have been copied by someone, but I don't know."
It’s the Flowing Light Spirit-Severing Technique!
How could this girl from Piaohua Palace learn the unique skills of "Liu Ren Palace"?
His eyes were fixed on Shangguan Mingyue's graceful figure, and he was filled with doubts and confusion.
He didn't know Shangguan Mingyue's identity, but seeing that she was a young and beautiful female spiritual master, he concluded that she was a disciple of Piaohua Palace.
This shows that in the minds of the world, Piaohua Palace at this time has become synonymous with female cultivators.
However, the attention of several bosses was quickly attracted by another girl in green, Coral.
I saw a pair of big and beautiful eyes shining on the girl's beautiful face. A long sword in her hand shone with cold light and her momentum was like a rainbow. Wherever she passed, no matter whether it was a dark spirit ghost attendant, a white-haired puppet or a master from the Holy Land, there was no one. The enemy of Yihe is quite similar to Zhao Zilong's style of seven in and seven out at Changbanpo.
Such a performance, not to mention Mo Disheng and others, even Lin Zhiyun and Nangong Ling who were hiding behind the coalition forces were shocked, and they almost didn't recognize her.
For this little transparent person in Piaohua Palace, being able to look around and kill everyone in the decisive battle that determines the fate of the cultivation world can be regarded as the highlight of life.
"When did Junior Sister Huan's strength improve to such an extent?" Nangong Ling asked softly.
"Maybe it has something to do with her great way." Lin Zhiyun pondered for a moment, then slowly expressed her guess, and then explained Coral's "way of connecting hearts" to the eldest disciple.
"That's it." Nangong Ling smiled and glanced at Thirteenth Niang beside him, "If I guess correctly, the first person that Junior Sister Huan has a heart-to-heart relationship with should be Sister Zhu, right?"
Thirteenth Niang smiled slightly but said nothing.
"We haven't seen each other for a few days. I didn't expect that everyone's strength has improved so much." Nangong Ling looked around, his eyes fell on Yin Ning'er, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "Even Ning'er has mastered such incredible abilities. "
It turned out that at this time, Yin Ning'er was pressing her fair right hand on the ground, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and she was concentrating.
Countless tree branches sprouted from the battlefield, climbed crazily, and turned into thousands of branches, entangled behind many coalition masters.
Any cultivator who is touched by a branch will feel refreshed, and a surge of vitality will surge up from nowhere in his body. Not only will his strength be doubled, but even the injured parts of his body will begin to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As more and more branches appeared on the battlefield, the exhausted coalition masters quickly returned to their peak condition and re-energized their way into the enemy formation. Under the circumstances, the battle situation turned out to be one-sided. .
"Old Qixing, where are the reinforcements you talked about?" Seeing that the situation was not good, Emperor Li Tian glared at the Seven Star Saint with dissatisfaction, "We agreed to join forces to fight the enemy, but you 'Qixing Pavilion' are dilly-dallying and unwilling to contribute. , could it be that you are deliberately playing tricks on my 'Dark Temple'?"
"coming!"
The Seven-Star Saint was about to answer when he suddenly felt something in his heart and raised his head to look into the distance.
Before he finished speaking, figures suddenly appeared in the sky due to the north. They were tall, short, fat, thin, men, women, old and young. They were of all shapes and sizes. At a glance, there were as many as eighty people.
These figures approached at an unimaginable speed and soon reached the top of the battlefield. Each one stood in the air, exuding a vast and majestic aura.
The eyes of everyone present were focused almost simultaneously on the dozens of people who had arrived belatedly.
Without him, the aura of these people is too prominent and their sense of presence is too strong. Just standing there gives people an unimaginable sense of oppression.
The leader was handsome, with flowing white hair, wearing a black robe, with a black and white Tai Chi yin and yang diagram embroidered on his chest. It was the mysterious young man Beidou who had fought against Zhong Wen several times.
"Just do it!"
Looking across the battlefield, Beidou understood clearly. He raised his right hand and raised it over his shoulder. Then he waved forward heavily and shouted softly.
Following his order, dozens of figures behind him turned into meteors and arrows, and jumped out in the direction of the battlefield.
