Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 291
Xiangliu's joining the battle did not prevent the defeat of the Demon Dao, because the only one who could control the battle was still trapped under the Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuang Banner.

Jian Jia's eyes were red, Lin Qingshui, Bai Wuya and other generals of the Demonic Dao were under Jiang Xueyang's dispatch to attack the chief high priest.

Not only the warriors, but the Dongyi, Mu, and Xiangliu tribes were not concerned about their own safety, they were all desperate, attacking the position of the Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuang Banner like moths to a flame.

At this moment, the surrounding area of ​​Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuang Banner has become a sea of ​​blood, and piles of bones are piled up like a mountain.

Not only the Mo Dao knows the key to turning the tide of the battle here, but the Tu people also know it.

Emperor Xuanyuan and I had a decisive battle, and the chief high priest of Xuanyuan Temple dispatched the whole army instead of him, frantically summoning the kings and warriors to suppress the battle situation around the Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuang Banner, and prevent the demon warriors from approaching this place.

In the air, Jiang Xueyang fully manipulated the wind dragon to break the Wutu giant dragon that was entangled with Ali. After Ali escaped from the siege, he shot the arrow of the moon god again. However, the warrior kings of the Tu nationality had already regarded her as the most important dragon next to Yuhua. Threats, did not give her a chance to lock the air machine at all.

The army attacked them under Aofeng's manifested ancestral dragon body, and Aofeng had to dodge desperately. Even so, the injuries on his body gradually worsened with the passage of time.

Without the explosive power of the soul, without my dragon with sword energy, the Wutu guardian spirit condensed by the earth tribe is indestructible, and the casualty rate is greatly reduced, while the casualty rate of my demonic disciples is rapidly increasing.

As soon as Lin Qingshui and Bai Wuya rushed into the battle of Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuang Banner, they were besieged and slaughtered by a group of kings and warriors. Bai Wuya was seriously injured and fell to the ground. Lin Qingshui defended him to the death. How many scars.

Seeing this, Jian Jia hastily separated two phantom mirror images to support her. In the gap of distraction, the deity was hit hard by the combined force of the king's warriors.

In the air, Jiang Xueyang overdrawn her spiritual thoughts, continuously released Dongfengsheng, and sent down the revival wind to repair the injuries of the demon warriors. However, a large area of ​​casualties appeared, and her revival wind was like a drop in the bucket, unable to relieve the pressure at all.

On the contrary, because of her frequent shots, the warriors of the Tu tribe condensed into a giant yellow sand dragon and shot her down from the air, seriously injured and fell to the ground.

When the army of the Xiangliu tribe rushed to the front line, their combat strength had already been reduced by half. Under the cover of the tribe, Liu Zhirong manifested the body of a big snake, roared and volleyed into the protective light curtain of Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuang Banner.

There was only a loud bang, the light curtain shook for a few minutes, the chief high priest opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and then quickly directed the king warriors to continuously inject the energy of congenital earth into the guardian light curtain, re-stabilizing the light. The curtain trembled.

And Liu Zhirong was also hunted by the Tu tribe's army frantically after a hard blow, and the scales of the snake burst into the air.

The shooters of the Dongyi tribe shot a dense rain of arrows, unable to ease the battle situation within the Xinghuang Banner of Zhongtian Wutu, while the [-] army of the Mu tribe had already lost [-]%, and they couldn't even get within a hundred feet of the Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuang Banner. arrive.

Many demon warriors have already lost many people. If Yanhua doesn't break through again, the next ones to fall will be the two gods of death, Jian Jia, and even Jiang Xueyang, who has just been reborn not long ago, will face the crisis of life and death again.

Inside the Xinghuang Banner of Zhongtian Wutu, Yan Hua's eyes were about to burst, and he waved the sorrow of the soul to slash towards the guardian light curtain. However, because the channel for absorbing soul energy was cut off, he could not use the burst of soul energy, and the power of the sorrow of the soul alone was not enough To break the barrier.

Even if the blue flames in her eyes burn wildly, if she can't get help from the outside world, she will never be able to break out of the predicament!

The situation became more and more critical. At the moment when Lin Qingshui was seriously injured and fell to the ground, rain suddenly fell from the sky above Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuang Banner.

The rain should be clear and colorless, but this rain is as green as emerald.

The most peculiar thing is that the raindrops only fall on my demon disciples, and the more seriously injured they are, the more rain they will receive.

At this moment, the most seriously injured person around Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuangqi is Bai Wuya, and emerald raindrops are falling on her body, and soon her injuries have begun to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Qingshui was already seriously injured, but after receiving the blessing of raindrops at the same time, he regained his vitality.

Jiang Xueyang glanced at the sky, sighed softly and walked in the void again, giving Fengshen's blessing to all the generals of the Demonic Dao.

Jian Jia's phantom mirror image has been wiped out, and after being repaired by the vitality bestowed by the raindrops, she summons a brand new twelve phantom mirror image again, with the same fighting spirit, just like rebirth from destruction.

Aofeng grew new dragon scales, which allowed Liu Zhirong to heal the wounds that were bruised and bruised.

The vitality bestowed by this rain has rejuvenated all my magic disciples who were injured and survived, and joined the battle with a vigorous attitude.

But no one knew that when the rain fell, the mulberry leaves of the sacred mulberry tree in Kongsang Mountain fell to the ground.

This is not life from the sky, it is the supreme magical art performed by the Qing Emperor of the Honghuangmu Clan in Guixu who sacrificed his almost exhausted lifespan to the soul, the ultimate profound meaning of the congenital Yimu, the magical art of spring wind and rain!
Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently.

Except for Jiang Xueyang and the Great Chief of the Mu Clan who had sensed it, the rest of the Demonic Dao disciples didn't even notice that the Qing Emperor standing behind the Chinese army was no longer there.

His people disappeared with the falling spring rain.

Because, he is Chun Yu.

Later Daozang commented on Guixu Honghuang Qingdi, and only used one sentence, the death of some people is the sorrow that can never be relieved in life.

Emperor Qing fell in this battle, except for leaving a jade flute where he originally stood.

The jade flute stuck in the yellow sand, glowing greenly...

The Qing Emperor fell silently and turned into spring rain to give my demon disciples great vitality.Afterwards, the battle situation in Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuang Banner was eased immediately, and the magic war, which seemed like rebirth from Nirvana, would begin to reverse strongly.

The Chief High Priest tried desperately to summon the warrior kings, but the warrior kings of the Tu tribe were already getting more and more tired from the battle, and had already suffered a lot of losses before, so they could no longer stop the magic army from approaching Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuang Banner.

Finally, Jian Jia fought off the six phantom mirror images again, approached the protective light curtain, and the magic sword surged, all cutting towards the chief high priest himself.

At the same time, Ali said in the air: "Aofeng, let's go too!"

Aofeng slammed into the guardian light curtain with the body of the ancestral dragon.

After Aofeng, Liuzhi antler made a comeback.

Then, the killing god Lin Qingshui aimed at the guardian light curtain and stabbed a sword with a majestic killing intent.

Bai Wuya slashed several times.

……

Finally, with a loud bang, the protective light curtain shattered.

A black shadow flew straight into the sky like a night owl, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The chief high priest vomited blood again and again, and together with the other dozens of warriors who watched, they suffered a strong backlash, and fell into the siege of all the generals of the Demonic Dao.

The battle situation began to turn from around Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuang Banner, but looking at the entire battlefield, the magic army is still in a state of collapse.

At this time, there were only [-] people left in the [-] army of the Mu clan, only [-] archers from the Mu clan, and [-] from the Xiangliu clan. If it hadn't been for the Qing Emperor who had turned into rain, the casualty rate would have been even higher.

There is no way, the original combat strength is very different, and Yuhua is trapped again, no one can match the enemy's military might.

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"Patriarch of the Devil Dao, you have lost." After fighting me in close quarters, Emperor Xuanyuan gritted his teeth while suppressing the disordered Qi and blood in his body.

"Win or lose is not sure, the apricot-yellow flag of Zhongtian Wutu has been broken." I said, wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth.

At this time, Emperor Xuanyuan and I are both overdrawn to the limit of our physical strength.

I bear the spiritual coercion of the superior, but he is extremely concerned about the sharpness of the hero sword in my hand.

"Hehe, can a death god turn the tide of a million-strong army?" Emperor Xuanyuan said with a sneer.

"She may not be able to destroy your army with her own hands, but she will crush their beliefs and make them tremble with fear."

Emperor Xuanyuan still wanted to speak out to refute, but at this moment, after getting out of trouble, Yanhua turned back from the sky and appeared in the sky above the hinterland of the Tu nationality army.

After appearing, the endless soul can turn into a black light and be absorbed by her frantically.

From the battle to the present, nearly 20 people have been killed or injured here, and the soul energy is so strong that it cannot be added.

After absorbing all the soul energy, Yanhua flew into the center of the hundreds of thousands of Tu people's army, and began to release the largest burst of soul energy in her life.

Endless black air billowed up, covering the sky and sweeping the Tu tribe army...

(End of this chapter)