City of Invincible War Gods

She was not surprised that her brother had broken through to fatian, or that he had made a pact with the blood Lord on the holy mountain of Jiuluo.

Because, that's my brother.

For his understanding, in this world, perhaps no one can surpass himself.

"Well What shall we do? "

Beiming took a deep breath and looked at Li yingyue: "in less than a month, sir, we are going to fight against the blood Lord. We have 18 cities..."

Li yingyue shook her head and said, "it's OK. I'll stick to it."

"No?"

Beiming Leng Xia: "that is the decisive battle between Mr. and Jiuluo. Winning or losing depends on everything. Don't we need to see it?"

"What can I do for you?"

Li yingyue shakes his head: "the matter is only a result in the end, but you have not said a word wrong, that is, this battle is the battle that determines everything."

"In this case, you tell me to go down and prepare for the war. After my brother's decisive battle, he begins to take over the forces of the wandie city and prepare to become the Lord of Jiuluo."

This is confidence!

For Li Rufeng's absolute confidence!

Even if the blood Lord is a half step existence, but in Li yingyue's eyes, he has already seen his end!

As she said, there is only one end to this battle before it starts.

Beiming's pupil shrinks, or nodded: "good!"

Looking at the retreating Beiming, Li yingyue smiles.

She looked at the direction of the dead city in vain and murmured: "my brother has already entered the Dharma sky. It seems that I have to hurry up with my steps, otherwise, I will not be able to catch up with him in this lifetime."

Jiuluo holy mountain is located at the junction of Jiuluo and Jiucheng.

Here is the gathering center of the yellow spring in the soul region, like a solitary peak standing on the sea of the yellow spring.

The peak is more than ten thousand meters high, surrounded by cliffs and surrounded by yellow springs. The peak is covered with blood clouds for a longer period of time.

It is said that under the yellow spring of Jiuluo holy mountain, it is the road leading to the eighteen halls.

However, although the eighteen halls exist, they are just a legend for everyone. Even the city Lord of Jiuluo city has never come.

Because, no qualification!

The top of the mountain, the place covered by blood clouds.

There is a vast and bloody lake here.

The lake is vast, covering an area of tens of thousands of square kilometers, with a depth of more than one kilometer. To say it is a blood lake, it is more like a small sea of blood.

And now.

On the Bank of the blood lake, a middle-aged man is sitting there.

His face was majestic, and his eyes were cold.

Sitting there, although you can see it, it seems that you can't see it. It's like being deep in another world.

He just sat there quietly, staring at the blood Lake in front of him.

Under that blood lake, there are one and its ferocious and strange ghosts.

The snake, like a dragon or a fish, has a pair of wings.

They roam there, making a roar, a faint breath of death, suppressed in it!

Beside the middle-aged man, there is a man covered in black fog, who is respectfully saying something to him.

For a long time, the middle-aged man smile.

Hand, gently pointed to the lake, a ghost in the roaming, flew out directly and landed in the man's hand.

All of a sudden, I finally saw the true face of the ghost. It turned out to be a bloody spirit Jiao!

Xuelingjiao: the ghost in the soul realm is also the existence that all soul practitioners fear most. It likes the things of the soul and has the special magical power to restrain the soul power.

It is said that there is a family under the sea of blood, called the Shura clan. It is the body of the blood spirit Jiao that is transformed into the immortal. When he is adult, his cultivation is at least five times more than the God's possession.

The blood spirit Jiao fell in the man's hands, just like falling in the food push, his eyes exuded a strange light, and even ate the man's palm directly.

The man's face did not change, as if he did not feel any pain at all. Instead, he began to smile: "interesting. After waiting for two months, are you still waiting for another month? Well, just a month! "

He looked at the bloody dragon in his hand, stretched out his fingers, grasped it directly and threw it into his mouth.

Scream, from his mouth, that is the blood spirit Jiao scream.

And he, with his mouth full of blood, laughs with fear.

……

……

A month later.

At the foot of Jiuluo mountain, there are two banks of the yellow spring sea.

Countless strong people gather here.

Their eyes are all staring at the distant Jiuluo holy mountain, which is towering into the sky, waiting for the arrival of the invited war.

Tang yannai was an unknown free cultivation, and his accomplishments were only in the realm of Vientiane.When I heard that the Yang people were going to fight with the blood Lord of the dead city in Jiuluo holy mountain, they also came here.

It is of great benefit to those who practice that the strong fight against each other and watch in person.

In particular, the more powerful the battle between the strong, the more terrifying.

In the world of practice, there are many practitioners who feel a sense of insight because they watch the decisive battle of the strong, and fall into the Epiphany, which makes the ordinary become simple and the cocoon into a butterfly.

That's why, since ancient times, all fighters have never been short of audiences.

Not to mention this is a decisive battle between a yang man and the Lord of Jiuluo.

One is a man of Yang who has been rare for hundreds or even thousands of years.

One is the most powerful one standing at the top of the soul realm.

This war can be called a legendary war, and it is absolutely not too much!

He also thought that the number of people watching the war would reach an unprecedented level, but when he arrived, he found that the scale he had expected seemed a bit of a joke.

At first glance, it was the vast yellow spring sea, crowded like ants on the ground.

Looking up, above the void, the strong stand in the void, like birds, like stars.

It's not countable.

He did not know how many people there were, because he stood on the most edge, like a drop of blood on the sea, and as small as gravel on the beach.

However, he was soon shocked.

Because some of the strong men that he thought he would never have met in his life, they all appeared here at the moment.

"The patriarch of Yin God sect: the king of Yin God, the strong one of the three difficulties in Dharma and heaven!"

"The master of baigui sect: the devil kills all the people, and the strong one in the three difficulties of Dharma and heaven!"

"The master of the five elements sect: the one who can't die out of gold, the one who can't get rid of the three difficulties of heaven and law!"

"Lin family, Lin Yiting in Jiuluo Jingjiang River!"

"Xiang family of the West Chu of Jiuluo, Xiang Shen spear!"

"Black and white city home!"

"Mount Baiyun in Senluo, a gate in the clouds!"

……

One by one, which should have been high and never appeared in everyone's view, has been just worshipped existence. At the moment, one by one, like ordinary existence, is located around the heaven and earth, silently looking at the Jiuluo holy mountain, silent, speechless, becoming the embellished green leaves.

Shaking people's hearts, Tang Yan sighed.

For many years in the soul realm, there has never been a grand occasion. At this moment, the curtain is completely lifted.

"Shortsighted, the real strong are in front of us, but we only see the existence of those few. No wonder your younger generation has nearly 150 years of life, and you can't even enter shenzang!"

A burst of sneer came suddenly. Tang Yan looked at it, and it was an old man around him.

The old man, however, was an existence of three robberies of God.

Tang Yan's face changed, and he quickly and respectfully said: "I've met you, but I don't know what you're doing. Forgive me!"