long night walk

Chapter 1618: Wolf Falls, Crane Feather Python Kills

Under the beacon tower on the sacred Kunlun Mountain, the war broke out again.

Naturally, the immortals would not allow it to grow stronger. Fortunately, this evil dragon was obviously not on the same side as the old god Ao Qing, and they were even quite hostile to each other.

In this way, this newly-started war also involves three forces.

The demon fairy clan was suppressed everywhere by the True Immortal Sect, and their vitality was severely damaged. The queen was also in danger of a catastrophe, so they were no longer to be feared.

The old god was watching covetously, and the disciples of the True Immortal Sect trained under him were all brave and good at fighting. It was unknown what kind of evil magic he used to make them completely forget the fear of death and pain. They rushed forward on the battlefield, using their bodies as sharp blades, killing the enemies without retreating. They were as terrifying as human weapons.

However, the strength displayed by the old god Ao Qing was only a few strokes, just the tip of the iceberg. It was obvious that he had not yet exerted his true strength, not to mention the blessing of the evil god's power.

He can see through people's desires and can easily manipulate all intelligent creatures in the world in the palm of his hands. He is an unimaginable, terrifying and mysterious opponent.

As for the demon dragon who called himself "Shang Xie", his strength was strange, he could control thousands of evil demons, and his methods were cruel. He showed his ambition from the beginning. Even the old god Ao Qing wanted to get rid of the queen at most, but he actually intended to get involved in the source of Kunlun God.

If he succeeds, how can anyone in the world suppress this evil demon? !

  In this case, the three forces all have their own goals and plans, why don't they take advantage of the situation and use the power between them to deplete each other?

The first person to figure this out was Zhao Wenjun. From the beginning of the chaotic farce, she had always stood beside the female champion Wu Hongni, squinting at everyone in the room without expressing any opinions or attitudes.

At that time, she finally spoke, looked at Qingao and suggested: "I think the old Lord God doesn't want this demon dragon to open the door to the Holy Land and successfully seize the God Source of the Goddess. If so, even if you have the power of the evil god, facing such a strong opponent, I am afraid that what you hope for in your heart will never be realized in this lifetime, right?"

Qingao's dark eyes swept over her and said bluntly: "People who practice Taoism are still so wicked. They are always thinking about how to use others to achieve their own goals."

Everyone couldn't help but look at Zhao Wenjun, thinking that this old god is the first believer of the True Ancestor Evil God, how dare you play tricks on him here.

You have to know that from the moment Qing Ao appeared on the stage, everyone knew in their hearts that whatever they were thinking, even a glance or a body movement, could be easily captured by him to reveal their deepest darkest thoughts and weaknesses.

Therefore, on the battlefield, even though everyone hated the culprit to the core, no one was willing or dared to speak to him, for fear of being targeted by him.

This woman was just a human cultivator, and she had the heaviest karma of the secular world. Yet she actually dared to take the initiative to talk to this monster directly. I didn't know if she was too eager to get ahead or if she was just boasting about her cleverness.

Facing the speculative and scrutinizing looks from the crowd, Zhao Wenjun smiled broadly on his calm face. There was no trace of these people in his peripheral vision. He looked into Qingao's eyes without any scruples and calmly explained: "The method of weighing and weighing has been used since ancient times. As long as the goal can be achieved, no matter what means are used, it is not bad. People of my generation have scruples and have not been able to let go of the fear in their hearts. They are afraid of death. They can't have the upper hand against this group of monsters.

As for those True Immortal Sect warriors under your command, I think they are all the work of your special forging and refining. They are fearless and only obey orders. They are just a group of puppets. Even if they turn into ashes on the battlefield, I think you will not feel sorry for them. "

At this point, Zhao Wenjun showed a meaningful smile on his face, "I guess for you, the old Lord, these followers under your command are all pawns, far from your true hidden strength, I think it's not a big deal to give them up.

But the old Lord was so hesitant, could it be that he knew that the chess pieces he had raised for hundreds of thousands of years were useless pieces that could not even be put on the battlefield? They were not even qualified to be cannon fodder to fight against the demon dragon. If they really went on the battlefield and the truth came out, he was afraid of losing face? "

She kept calling him a waste, and she said it sincerely and seriously, and her method of provoking him was almost written on her face.

Qing Ao met those unafraid eyes, a hint of interest flashed across his eyes, and his gaze, which had only briefly swept over her, turned towards her again.

His eyes contain the most filthy soul elements of the evil god. In this world, there are only two kinds of people who dare to look directly into his eyes.

One is that one is born with a sincere heart, a sunny mind, and is not disturbed by the mundane world.

The second type has cunning minds like a bottomless abyss, deep and difficult to describe, and they are as good at spying on the hearts of people as evil gods.

The person who could have said what he just said could not be the former.

However, he just happened to hate the former's innocent and cunning person the most, and never had any good feelings towards him. To put it nicely, he was sincere and clean, but to put it bluntly, he was stupid and didn't know it.

What he disliked most was such fools who were unaware of the sufferings of life and lived on their ideals all day long.

Coincidentally, the woman in front of him was clearly not a fool at all.

At least...she is more insightful than most people present.

He likes women whose eyes tell stories.

Considering that there are few people in this world who can bring him some fun...

Qingao doesn't mind treating her as a chess piece that he can pay attention to and have some fun with her.

He stroked his lips with his fingers and said, "You don't have to provoke me with words. Sometimes, we just want to do what we want."

After chuckling, Qingao's dark eyes suddenly became gloomy. He opened his hand and raised it lightly. The True Immortal Sect disciples who had been dormant in the ice and snow suddenly woke up like ghosts that had been dormant for a long time. The snow on their bodies melted quickly, and each of them pulled out an extremely thin, sharp and tough string from their shoulders.

They fixed the string with one hand, using their arm as the force, and held the empty string with the other hand. The strange spiritual current gathered from the string into a slender arrow of light.

The arrows were aimed at the wolves on the platform at the edge of the blood pool.

He pulled the bowstring to its full extent, suddenly loosened his fingers, and the arrow of light shot out with a whoosh. But the next moment, the arrow of light formed by the spiritual flow seemed extremely light.

It is as light as a speck of dust and has no physical weight. The moment it leaves the bow, it turns into dust and dissipates in the wind and snow.

There was no longer any trace of arrow shadows that could be captured in the space.

But in the next instant, the rain of arrows ignored the laws of space and gathered into the form of light arrows directly above the wolves.

The fog came back, without a trace, without a sound, and without a breath.

However, the wolves' reaction speed was also extremely fast, as wolves are born with the ability to detect dangerous auras.

Among them, several particularly powerful demon wolves had fierce light in their eyes and howled towards the sky. The sound of the wolf howls shook the nine heavens. Their bodies suddenly became larger in the moonlight. They bent their hind legs and leaped. The whole surface of the platform rumbled and shook, and the layers of blood accumulated in the blood pool shook into circles of ripples.

The most powerful giant wolf jumped high up and blocked the arrows in the sky with its body.

  sieve! sieve! sieve!

The seemingly extremely thin arrows penetrated most of the way and hit the wolf leaders, knocking them down heavily. Their huge bodies fell into the snow, but they did not whimper. They struggled to get up and bite the arrows on their bodies to crush them from their companions.

However, the strange scarlet arrows seemed to have the power to suck life force. Under the severe pain of being pierced through, their huge bodies began to weaken and shrink uncontrollably. After struggling for a long time, they were unable to get up.

Upon seeing this, the immortals suddenly mustered up the courage to slay the monsters. Some of them raised their spiritual swords and started to kill with the swords, immediately slaying the strongest and most injured wolf monsters.

"Swift!!!"

At this moment, above the sky, several white crane feathers fell down along with the white snow. They were the same color as the snow, but they carried strong murderous intent. By the time someone reacted, the sharp feathers pierced through the person's eyebrows, but the body had not fallen yet.

A giant python rolled down from the dark clouds in the sky and bit off half of the bodies of those immortal warriors who rushed out first.