Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 679: Colorful God’s Thunder (this month’s total of monthly tickets plus more will be given away!)
  Clang!
  The thought of committing suicide just arose in his mind, and was mercilessly killed by Ming Xiaoyang. The sword edge hidden in the scabbard jumped out of the scabbard again.

With a sword in hand, let's ask the world, who can compete with him!
  Ming Xiaoyang doesn't like swords. He prefers weapons such as Fang Tian's painted halberd, which can be opened and closed. But at this moment, under the unprecedented pressure of humanity, Ming Xiaoyang only feels that Yixi Sword has become an extension of his thoughts, and the sword's edge is horizontal. Zhan turned into a bright and dazzling rainbow.

The art of cutting the sky and drawing the sword!
  The spirit, energy, and spirit of an unparalleled demon king are combined into one, plus the cultivation level that is only half a step into the late stage of Shenyuan, and the unparalleled skill of slashing the sky and drawing the sword, Yixi Sword is combined with Liuhe A magical weapon forged by the elite.

In an instant, so many elements seemed to merge into one, no longer distinguishable from each other. One sword slashed out, and the boundless evil energy was restrained.

The demonic energy that once filled the air was no longer distinguishable from each other, but turned into a terrifying demon god, shooting out from the sword, roaring towards the human god thunder struck by the saint of the three realms with her last will.

Boom!

An earth-shaking loud noise sounded.

The colorful humanistic divine thunder clashed head-on with Ming Xiaoyang's Heaven-Destroying Sword Drawing Sword Qi. If the entire capital had not been protected by the reorganized Imperial Dragon Qi, it would have been completely razed to the ground by this wave of impact.

Ouch!

Even so, under the control of the Saint of the Three Realms, they were reorganized again. The Imperial True Dragon that protected the capital was also seriously injured and let out a shrill scream. Countless golden dragon scales shook off, and a streak appeared on the dragon's body. A horrific wound.

The majestic dragon just now turned into a frail old dragon in the blink of an eye.

In the capital city, millions of people could feel their eyes turning white at the same time, and their eyes were greatly damaged by this wave of impact.

The power of humanity and the power of magic collide with each other. One is the final blow of the Saint of the Three Realms incarnated as humanity; the other is the pinnacle blow of the master of magic, the king of the contemporary Yin Yue Dynasty.

For countless years, humanity and demons, who had already forged a deep hatred, faced a head-on collision, and the whole world was cleared.

In the sky, only the wind and clouds were turbulent. Under such a terrible impact, the sun and the moon appeared at the same time, as if they were about to open up the glory of the devil again.

Outside the capital, the demons who had escaped from the capital earlier were frightened when they saw everything that happened in the capital.

Especially the three ghost kings, the Poison God, and Mrs. San Miao. Although they originally surrendered to Ming Xiaoyang, they were mostly in the name of the orthodoxy of the demonic way and Ming Xiaoyang's powerful demonic power.

Deep down in their hearts, the Ghost King, the Poison God, and Mrs. San Miao thought that even if they couldn't defeat the Demon Lord, they would be enough to make the other party unable to do anything to them.

But now after witnessing such a scene with their own eyes, these three demonic lords couldn't help but feel a touch of bitterness in their hearts.

Not to mention us, even the Zhuxian Sword Formation on Qingyun Mountain may not be able to withstand such earth-shattering demonic power, right?

The ambition that was originally lingering in my heart was instantly wiped out by such a terrible gap.

Whoosh!
  I don't know how much time passed, but the restlessness caused by the impact of the humans and demons disappeared, and only calm remained in the sky above the capital.

The breeze blew by, but no one saw the most familiar figure.

Could it be that he is already dead?

I don't know how many people in the crowd had such an idea, but no one dared to say it out due to the other party's long-term misdeeds.

Who knows if this holy king is playing the trick of pretending to die again.

The Baguio girl's beautiful eyes were condensed, and clear brilliance shone in her big crystal eyes. She was playing with the sad flowers in her hands while waiting for the other party to appear. However, that figure has not appeared for a long time.

The fire of hope in his heart was gradually extinguished, and he said angrily: "Bad guy, didn't you say you wanted to marry someone as a concubine?"

"Where are you running now? It's impossible to die. She is still a little girl, and you have turned her into a widow. It is simply bad."

She was cursing like this, but other people standing next to her could clearly feel a deep sadness from Baguio's body.

"A widow?" Upon hearing Baguio calling herself a widow, a frivolous voice sounded in her ears, saying with a bit of teasing, "I can't bear to turn you into a widow."

"If you really do this, wouldn't you want to tear down my magic palace?"

Before he finished speaking, a heroic and vigorous figure in white attire appeared beside Baguio. His figure was slightly embarrassed, and his originally rosy face was pale. At some point, the blade of the sword had been sheathed, and he was familiar with it. He stretched out a hand, messed up Baguio's hair, and joked more.

"You!" Hearing the words that deserved to be beaten, Baguio recovered instantly, burst into tears and smiled. He first protected his hair with both hands, and then stepped hard on Ming Xiaoyang's instep. , cursed angrily, "You should really die!"

Ming Xiaoyang screamed in pain after being stepped on by Baguio on the instep. Baguio punched him hard on the chin again, sending his whole body flying away.

Her behavior seemed rude, but the Ghost King, the Four Holy Envoys, and others who knew Baguio very well could clearly feel the inextricable joy from her body.

The Ghost King thought to himself: Yao'er, you still have true feelings!

Bang!
  Ming Xiaoyang's slender body turned somersaults in the void. When he landed again, he had returned to the hill where he was before attacking the capital. One hand was holding the Yixi sword on his waist, and his handsome face was Full of majesty.

In the blink of an eye, the frivolous young man once again became the emperor who ruled over the demonic path. He glanced at the group of demons with sharp eyes and shouted:
  "The demons obey."

"exist."

Long before entering the capital, Ming Xiaoyang had already ordered that once he ordered his troops to retreat, they would still assemble here.

At this moment, almost all of the Four Sages of the Demon Palace, the Blue and White Twin Snakes, the Ghost King Sect, the Hehuan Sect, and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect gathered around this hill again.

At the command, all the demons agreed in unison, the loud mountain call echoed, and the clouds in the trembling void split apart.

"The Ten Thousand Poison Sect and the Ghost King Sect each returned to their bases and waited for the chaos in the righteous path. The remaining demons followed this Holy Lord back to the Demon Palace."

"Yes." When the demons saw that Ming Xiaoyang was able to shatter the seven-colored divine thunder that could be called the legendary Tianguan strike, infinite fanaticism arose in their hearts. Ming Xiaoyang gave an order, and the old and cunning people such as the Ghost King and the Poison God were surprised, but they did not dare to disobey him at all.

At that moment, all the demons took their orders, and the members of the Ghost King Sect and the Wandu Sect left under the leadership of their own sect master.

The men and horses led by the Hehuan Sect and the Four Sages of the Demon Palace followed Ming Xiaoyang, opened the Xuanyin Demon Gate, and returned to the small world of the Demon Palace again.

Not long after, the outskirts of the capital, which had been filled with demonic aura, returned to calm again, as if everything was just a dream and did not exist at all!

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