Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1839 Yin Ling Corps
The battle seemed to be coming to an end, each of the behemoths collapsed and never got up again.

Obviously, one of the parties is already at an absolute disadvantage and cannot last much longer.

"Little Nine Colors, it seems that you still lost after all." Above the sky, Nine Color Elder said with a smirk.

The Nine-Colored Deer looked at the fallen clansmen, and felt as if he was bleeding.

It traveled almost everywhere and invited the hidden monsters out, but it seemed that it was still no match for the Nine Colors Elder.

In fact, how could the elder Nine Colors not know about those hidden monsters.

Therefore, long before the Nine Colors Divine Deer, it had already started preparations.

"Elder Nine Colors, both the Dark Demon Emperor and the Yin Spirit King have already failed, don't tell me you still want to lead your clansmen to follow in the footsteps?" Nine Colors Deer said quite sadly.

"Haha, that's because they're stupid, and they won't fail easily." Elder Nine Colors laughed wildly.

"Don't tell me you really want to lead the people to perdition before you give up." Nine-Colored Deer shouted angrily.

"Hmph, it's nonsense. Under my leadership, the Warcraft clan will definitely become stronger and stronger." Nine-color Elder roared, and a black light suddenly shot out from the dead wood-like scepter above his head, like a piece of black cloud.

The thick dead air spread out like a substance, making all the beasts feel a little breathless.

Immediately afterwards, a black horse shot out from the black mist.

Wherever it passes, the space is extremely distorted, as if it is about to explode.

The Nine-Colored Deer's eyes flashed, and he forcibly mobilized the little power in his body.

From the scepter hanging above its head, nine colors of divine light suddenly soared into the sky, entangled with each other to form a colorful beam of light, facing the black horse.

"boom!"

Amidst the loud noise, the Nine-Colored Divine Deer sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, and the scepter above its head flickered for a while before disappearing in an instant.

It has been fighting the Nine Colors Elder continuously for a day and a night, and the strength in its body has almost been exhausted, even the red brand on its forehead has become somewhat faintly visible.

"It's over!" Nine-color elder shouted violently, and a black death light shot out from the scepter above his head.

The black death light swept across the sky, and the whole world was darkened.

An old monster immediately stopped between the black deaths, but was evaporated in an instant.

"Grandfather Furukawa..."

The Nine-Colored Deer let out a low cry, and spat out a mouthful of blood again.

It seemed to have collapsed, watching the oncoming death light without the slightest movement.

Its age is relatively too young, and it has not undergone much tempering before, so it is obviously unbearable to bear such a big responsibility suddenly.

"Is it over! I really want to just sleep like this..."

The Nine-Colored Deer just quietly floated in the air, it was too tired.

At the same time, at the edge of the battlefield, a huge figure stepped out in one step, spanning a large area of ​​land in an instant, shaking the earth for a while.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow popped out of it, and a fire wing shook violently behind it, and the black shadow directly turned into a black streamer.

"Shh!"

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of breaking wind, the ink-colored streamer appeared in front of the Nine-Colored Deer like lightning, and then was hit by the black death light.

The thick dead air spread out, instantly blasting the ground to be riddled with holes.

But the figure that suddenly appeared was like a rock, motionless.

After a few breaths, the black death light dissipated, revealing the figure of the comer.

It was a boy dressed in ordinary clothes, but a pair of black fire wings gave him a mysterious atmosphere.

At this time, the black fire wings gathered in front of him, and the feathers formed by the flames on it were withering, looking a little broken.

It was this pair of wings that blocked the terrifying blow that Elder Nine Colors had just given.

The imagined pain didn't come, Nine Colors Divine Deer raised his head, looked at the figure standing in front of him, a wave appeared in his empty eyes.

But before it had time to say anything, it suddenly fell from the sky as if it lost its strength, but it was caught by a pair of gentle arms. It was the silence that dared to come later.

"Who!" Elder Nine Colors saw that his attack was actually blocked, and his eyes immediately turned dark.

"Hey, I forgot about you so soon." Mo Xian's wings spread out, revealing Mo Xian's face with a hint of a smile. Back then, the nine-color elder made him spend a day in prison.

"It's you, if I knew this, I should have killed you directly." Elder Nine Colors snorted coldly and said.

"It's as if you were capable of killing me back then." Mo Xian said flatly.

"Hmph, good boy, you are really brave, but it's not too late to deal with you now, I won't be like those two idiots." Elder Nine Colors sneered, and then uttered a series of weird syllables.

After a while, several rather majestic deer appeared around Mo Xian, enveloping him.

The bodies of these deer are quite mighty, with only the whites of their eyes, which looks extremely weird.

And without exception, these deer have eight-color divine light on their bodies.

These deer were once strong members of the Warcraft family, but they were refined into a kind of puppets without any emotion by Elder Nine Colors using a certain secret method.

"Boy, now, do you still think you can win?" Elder Nine Colors laughed wildly.

Now the Nine-Colored Deer has almost died and injured, and there is no way to turn the situation around with just a few humans.

"That's right, that's not necessarily the case! If it's a comparison of numbers, I won't lose to you." Mo Xian smiled lightly, and immediately there was a beautiful polygonal stone in his palm.

"The soul stone of the Yinling Palace is actually in your hands." Elder Nine Colors said with a change in his eyes.

"Good luck, I just picked up this stone before I came here." Mo Xian said lightly.

"So what, it's useless to only have the soul stone of the Yinling Palace." Elder Nine Colors snorted coldly and said.

"Then what about this?" Mo Xian smiled mysteriously, and then poured a ray of energy into the soul stone of Yinling Hall.

Elder Nine Colors felt a little disturbed by Mo Xian's mysterious smile, and stared at the soul stone of Yinling Palace.

A moment later, a figure emerged from the soul stone of the Yinling Palace, it was the Yinling King.

Among the soul stones of the Yinling Palace, the Yinling King has obviously been greatly supplemented.

"It's impossible, you subdued it. Damn it, didn't you say that you would no longer be controlled by the soul stone of the Yinling Hall?" Nine-color Elder's eyes trembled, and he said in disbelief.

The Yinling King didn't speak, but bowed slightly to Mo Xian, making a very old but elegant understanding.

Then it turned around and said indifferently: "He is my master now."

Today's Yinling King looks very elegant, without a trace of domineering before.

"Not bad." Mo Xian nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Deal with them!"

"As you wish!" Yinling King respectfully responded, and the long sword in his palm immediately emerged.

And Mo Xian activated the soul stone of the Yinling Temple again, and thousands of Yinlings emerged from it immediately.

Almost in an instant, a huge Yinling Corps was completed.

(End of this chapter)