A sound of 'destroy all the demons' fell, and hundreds of figures came out in unison.
There is a Li Yuaxe with big fluttering sleeves.
There was a Taoist named Hanbing who was filled with chills.
There was a 'Huanglong Taoist' who was covered in golden light and carefully put away his Kowloon agarwood chariot to pray silently.
There is a liar leader 'Yan Minghua' who has behind him a scroll of illusory pictures of a prosperous age.
There was a fire dragon Taoist who transformed into a dragon with blazing flames.
have.
These hundreds of figures are the essence of Kyushu today and the main force in this battle. No one is afraid. They may laugh along with Li Daocheng, or look serious, or shake their heads and laugh, or treat it indifferently.
No matter who he is, he actually knows that today's battle is very dangerous, very dangerous.
Even with the blessing of Jiang Boxhang's Six Tao, even with Li Yuaxe's banner of two realms, even with Li Daocheng, an invincible leader in the eyes of everyone, the gap with the enemy is still unimaginably large.
Those low-level monks can still have illusions, but these God Transformers and Void Refiners have long known:
King Atuo wants to slaughter the entire Kyushu and even destroy Kyushu. The Three Emperors, who are regarded as the spiritual leaders of the human race, have also regarded Kyushu as an abandoned son.
They had no way to retreat and no reinforcements, so they could only fight to the death.
The white tiger with wings went first, flapped its wings and flew towards the demon god's shadow.
Then Li Daocheng merged his body and sword into one, turning into a thousand-foot-long sword light, and combined with the five elements' magical powers to rush into the army.
Taoist Han Bing held a Xuan Ming plain flag above his head, and followed closely behind him with a chill that froze everything.
The others didn't say much and entered the formation one by one.
Li Yuaxu released the flying sword to cooperate with his junior brother, while shaking the two realm flags to create opportunities for everyone.
From the beginning of the war, it fell into the most tragic situation. In just an instant, several figures were submerged in the army of gods and died silently.
Li Daocheng and others tried their best to block it, but they still only blocked the small army of semi-gods. Most of the other gods still crashed into the army of millions of monks.
Countless people were reduced to ashes without even screaming.
Jiang Boxhang did not follow Li Daocheng and others to stop the enemy. He opened the bamboo slips in his hand again, and the six Tao turned into supernatural powers, continuously blessing the army of millions of monks, trying to stabilize the battle line.
The war was extremely brutal, with countless people dying almost all the time.
At the beginning, the two sides had some rules, but as the sun rose and the moon set several times, the two sides became completely jealous.
Countless people died, but there were also countless people who made breakthroughs on such a cruel battlefield.
In just a few days, most of the Jiuzhou Avatars were dead, and the familiar figures were replaced one by one by the new and unfamiliar Avatars. As a result, before he could find out his name, his figure also disappeared in the battlefield. , and another person was replaced.
Many people died in Kyushu, and many gods died. At this time, only half of the tens of thousands of gods were left.
Suddenly, Li Daocheng, who was fighting with his head covered, saw a strange movement in his sleeve. It was the Five Poison Immortal Sword that had been transformed for a long time, and finally transformed successfully.
A loud sword cry spread throughout the battlefield, and five sword lights flew out of his sleeves spontaneously, and then merged into one, turning into a colorful sword light formed by countless sword threads.
When the Five Poison Immortal Sword was born, it had already been refined three times and refining six times to its superior quality. After completing its own calamity-opening work, it also went through several years of calamity tempering. Now the five swords are integrated into one, directly becoming a refined calamity. The ultimate flying sword with seven turns in quality and eight turns in refining form.
Li Daocheng let out a long roar, and the five-colored sword light circled towards the three-headed fusion-stage protoss that besieged him. The three-headed protoss didn't even groan, and was cut into countless pieces by the Five Poison Immortal Sword.
Not to mention that the five poisons of the Five Poison Immortal Sword are now integrated into one, turning from evil to good, and possessing the supreme poison that can poison even the magic weapon and the void. The sharp quality of the Immortal Sword itself, coupled with Wutai Swordsmanship, can But it destroyed their so-called true form of the Gods.
After killing three powerful enemies in an instant, Li Daocheng looked around and saw the countless dead and injured cultivators from all over the Nine Provinces. He couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, but his expression became more and more ferocious.
"They all died for poor Taoists."
Li Daocheng shouted loudly and pointed at the Five Poison Immortal Sword. The five-color sword light suddenly split into hundreds of sword lights as thin as gossamers and filled the sky.
Countless gods were directly killed by the sword light, or were rubbed by it. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a pool of pus and disappeared between heaven and earth.
"withdraw"
"Hold them."
Two loud shouts sounded almost simultaneously.
Li Daocheng suddenly burst out with divine power, which frightened the remaining protoss, but also boosted the spirits of everyone in Kyushu who were already exhausted to the extreme.
All kinds of magical powers and magic weapons were used together to cling to these protoss who wanted to retreat.
Hundreds of sword lights came together intermittently, and in just a moment, they killed thousands of gods on the surrounding battlefield.
The sword light wandered around, and the gods fell from the sky like dumplings.
Li Yuaxu, who was originally quite kind, was frightened by the brutality of this battle and became murderous again. He did not allow even one of these gods to escape.
The flags of the two realms moved around, moving all the gods scattered in all directions around Li Daocheng, so that the junior brother could kill them more easily.
The two brothers cooperated perfectly, and their killing efficiency was extremely fast. Li Daocheng's sword light came and went in all directions. As long as these gods were even scratched by the Five Poison Sword Immortal, they would immediately turn into pus.
In order to kill faster, Li Daocheng's sword light basically went away as soon as it touched it, and would not stay even for a moment. In less than an hour, except for the four-headed fusion god clan surrounded by the people of Jiuzhou, there was no one else visible on the battlefield at this time. There is even a foreign figure.
The four-headed protoss also held their own, knowing that both sides were fighting to the death, and there was no sign of begging for mercy.
The Five Poison Immortal Swords and Lights merged into one, and with the cooperation of everyone, after fighting dozens of moves, they were sent one by one to the Blood River.
After killing the last four protoss, everyone laughed at first, but the laughter turned into tears.
This victory was really miserable. There were still dozens of people above the level of gods, but there were only a few familiar faces.
Not long after he achieved Yuan Shen, the promising Taoist Fire Dragon died.
Emperor Yan who could have gone to the spirit world also died after refusing Taoist Taiming's solicitation.
Xiao Rang, who had been working hard to train the army since arriving in Posuo Prefecture, also died.
The last few faces of the Yanshan Alliance were all gone.
As for the army of millions of monks, only ten thousand of them died, and their ability to practice Qi and build foundations was basically dead.
The Five Poison Immortal Sword will be late for another day, I'm afraid.
Hearing the cries of the people and watching the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers turn into scorched earth, Li Daocheng felt extremely sad.
Taoist Han Bing, who was missing an arm, was also shocked by the catastrophe in Jiuzhou. In addition to the lower level of strength, the tragedy of this first catastrophe was no worse than the catastrophe of the Xianluo Sect.
"Junior brother." Li Yuaxu came to Li Daocheng, patted his shoulder, and said softly: "We won."
Li Daocheng was stunned for a moment, understood his senior brother's reminder, nodded, exhaled and said loudly:
"Everyone, take a rest for a month. We will continue to go north to kill all the enemies and demons in order to sacrifice the spirit of our fellow Jiuzhou comrades in the sky."
"Kill all the enemies and wipe out all the demons"
"Kill all the enemies and wipe out all the demons"
(End of chapter)
