Liaozhai Great Sage

Chapter 441 Killing Yang Biao

"Have you won this battle?"

On the city wall, the sounds of thunder gradually became rarer.

All the black armor soldiers who attacked the city were knocked down by lightning at this moment, and a strong incense was scattered on the city wall. It is conceivable how many heavenly soldiers were killed in this short period of time. .

Looking around, Li Xiuyuan found that there was no enemy around.

But under Lei Wei, the guards on his side also knelt down in fright, hiding under the wall, not daring to show their faces.

"Sounding thunder, benefactor, are you okay?" Wu Xiang strode forward holding the iron rod at this moment, although the surrounding thunder and lightning kept striking, none of the thunder fell on him.

And Wu Xiang is not afraid of the thunder in the sky.

"I'm fine. This battle has turned the tide. Yang Biao will definitely lose today."

After Li Xiuyuan calmed down, he looked coldly at the only heavenly soldiers and generals left outside the city.

At this time, they had already given up their physical bodies and appeared as gods, with red and golden lights on their bodies, which could be seen at a glance.

Yang Biao was so aggrieved that he almost vomited blood at this moment. He was hit one after another before he had time to show his abilities. Now that his body was injured and his abilities were greatly reduced, even the Thunder General of the Thunder Department dared to ignore him and beat drums on top of his head. ,lightning.

If it was normal, he would definitely kill a thunder god to show his power.

But now he can't do it, even if he protects himself, it's a bit difficult.

If the eighteen gods of thunder hadn't had some scruples about their own identities, otherwise they would all have descended the gods of thunder and they would surely die.

"Yang Biao, surrender, you have already lost this battle." Accompanied by the sound of thunder, a god of thunder looked down at Yang Biao in midair, and said majesticly.

"Apologize to the sage, life and death are decided by the sage, why useless struggle."

"You are also a famous god in the heavenly palace. You should not die under the thunder of killing evil spirits. I will give you a chance to choose because of the fact that I have worked together before. If you continue to resist, I will wait for you." It is no longer showing mercy."

After killing the other celestial soldiers, the god of thunder began to withdraw the thunder, focusing on dealing with Yang Biao.

As one of the ten marshals under the command of the gods, Yang Biao's ability is by no means so simple, otherwise why did he only see him injured but not die after galloping on the battlefield for so long?

Half of Yang Biao's body was chopped off at this moment. Although he quickly condensed his divine body again, it has become blurred and illusory, not as aggressive as before.

"Since you have embarked on this path and died fighting hard, how can you surrender?" He was not afraid, and glared at the thunder gods in the sky: "The gods of the thunder department are very calculating, and they have arranged for you to be by Li Xiuyuan's side long ago. As soon as the evil spirit disappears, you will appear, and the occupation will be reversed in an instant."

"The calculations of Dongyue Shenjun are also extraordinary. Using mortals as pawns to promote such a human war, the King of Nine Mountains could not take Jinling City, but he paved the way for you. If it weren't for the ghost fox reporting the letter, the saint tried his best to defend the city. Today You may be the one who wins, Yang Biao."

In the dark clouds, a god of thunder came out with flashes of thunder and said to Yang Biao.

Gods, humans, demons, and ghosts are all involved in this great war.

The game between each other is extremely thrilling, they are all desperate, each has its own calculations, and each has its own preparations.

Even if it is a bad move, it will fall into a place of eternal doom.

Yang Biao said unwillingly at this moment: "If it wasn't for that Taoist dharma body suddenly killing me like a battlefield and ruining my great affairs, how could I release the evil spirit to take away the evil energy and mess up my position."

After speaking, he looked in the direction of the man in red with great vigilance.

It turned out that at some point the man in red had left and completely disappeared on the battlefield.

"Damn guy, take advantage of it and leave, or is it that the victory is already decided and he doesn't need to continue to help." Yang Biao was furious, feeling that he was underestimated by the Taoist Dharma Body.

"How do you know that Taoist entered suddenly, instead of being prepared?"

The god of thunder said calmly: "How many variables are contained in a situation that seems to be sure to win? How can you not know Yang Biao? If a saint is so easy to kill, what kind of saint is he? Are you still unwilling to let go? Or are you counting on Dongyue?" The gods came down to save you?"

"Why do the thunder gods in the sky talk nonsense with this Yang Biao? Since the battle between humans and gods has started, one side will lose and the other will end in victory. Since there are ghosts and gods who want my life, and they do not hesitate to harm the world and provoke massacres, then I Today I have a message, and I invite the ghosts and gods in the world to listen to it."

"Ordinary people have birth, old age, sickness and death, misfortunes and blessings, spirits and monsters have 600 years of catastrophe, and everything in the world suffers from samsara. Gods can live happily and forever without catastrophe. Otherwise, who will control them if they do anything wrong? If you do evil, you will not be punished, and if you do good, you will not be punished." What's the point, today I will incarnate into a calamity, saying that the gods kill the calamity, and ask the ghosts and gods in the world to respond, the ghosts and gods of merit can avoid them, and the gods who do nothing to cause disasters should suffer this calamity."

A calm voice sounded.

In an instant, the purple air covered the top of the sky, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, and dragons and phoenixes shuttled and fluttered in the purple air.

Li Xiuyuan's soul strode forward from the deepest part of the purple air.

He looked calm, carrying a simple and simple big knife, although he didn't say any harsh words, but he was already full of murderous intent.

"Li Xiuyuan, I am not defeated by you today. Don't be so arrogant that you dare to let the ghosts and gods of the world do it. Who do you think it is? A mere mortal, a hundred years later will be nothing more than a handful of loess." Yang Biao yelled angrily.

"Even if it takes a hundred years, it will be enough to calm down you people who are troubled by the common people. As a fairy god, you can escape from the world and cultivate, but if you choose to enter the world and enjoy incense and offerings, you should do something and repay the people. Today you are defeated, indeed It was not at my hands, but at the hands of many ghosts and gods with good intentions. Since ancient times, evil has always prevailed against good, do you need me to remind you of this truth?" Li Xiuyuan said.

"Today, you almost died tragically. Dongyue Shenjun alone has ten marshals under his command. How many calamities can you survive? How dare you let the world's ghosts and gods answer your god's murder?" Yang Biao sneered.

"You don't need to worry about it. My way is still in the world, and it is still going on. It will be effective, and I will let you take care of it today."

Li Xiuyuan raised the immortal sword in his hand, and touched the simple blade.

The bloody four big characters on it made ghosts and gods feel terrified.

"If you want to cut it off, cut it off, my head is here."

Yang Biao stood in the sky with a big sword in his hand, with a stern expression and a golden light all over his body. He was not afraid of life and death, raised his head and exposed his neck, as if waiting for Li Xiuyuan's sword to kill immortals.

At this point in the battle, he has no chance of turning the situation around. Ten thousand soldiers and generals under his command are dead. As for him alone, even surviving is a kind of humiliation to him.

"Very good. Few of the ghosts and gods I killed were afraid of death. You want to set an example for future ghosts and gods? Tell them that I am not worth fearing? Very good, I will fulfill you today."

Li Xiuyuan's eyes flashed, and the sword in his hand moved.

His killing intent was aroused, and a cold light suddenly cut through the air.

Like a comet hitting the moon, or like the Milky Way falling from the sky.

"Om~!"

Standing with a knife in hand, Yang Biao, the golden armored god of heaven, rolled down his neck with a big head.

Before landing, the body and head exploded together, turning into a strong scent of incense and wafting across the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)