Shura God Emperor

The general continued: "Marshal Xiao was already injured. Originally, the four princes came to help, but the monster beasts in the mountains and valleys appeared. The fourth prince and some disciples of the sect went to resist the beasts."

Xiao Yu was taken aback. In this way, in other words, Tang Yiguo is now wounded and fighting with the Guimingmen's army?

"How could this be? How could the monster beasts of the mountain valleys come out for no reason?"

This soldier said: "It must be the ghost door! At that time, there was a black air above the mountains and valleys. The valley owner in the valley, that is, a fifth-level monster, drove all the monsters out like crazy, so four When the prince came to northern Xinjiang, he rushed to the west gate, but now it seems that Marshal Tang alone can't resist the army of the ghost gate."

Xiao Yu didn't ask so much, and said, "I'll pass now!"

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Yu's ultimate urging of the Heavenly Fallen God's Flash Art was to flash away.

When he was in Beijing, Tang Yiguo had helped Xiao Yu secretly. In addition, he was Tang Linger's father, and he was still friends with his father Xiao Wencheng, so Xiao Yu could not see Tang Yiguo in danger anyway.

Soon, Xiao Yu moved towards the top of a hill not far from the north gate.

On the top of the mountain, Xiao Yu had already seen two people fighting fiercely below.

The sound of fighting, the collision of weapons, and the screams, all the screams were mixed in everything, and the scene was very tragic.

The valley land was already dyed red, and there were many people who died tragically. These were the soldiers of the Chenbei Dynasty.

On the other side, Xiao Yu couldn't hold back the pale face with black mist all over his body, like a dead person. These were the people from the ghost gate.

At first glance, there are so many thousands of people in the ghost gate!

Looking at the Chenbei Dynasty, there are hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the border city, but most of them are ordinary people. You must know that all of the ghost gates are cultivators.

Just ask, ordinary weapons against the spiritual power and treasures of the cultivator, coupled with the powerful secret assistance of the ghost gate, is simply a scene of hitting a stone with a pebble.

The real battlefield does not have any emotions attached to it, especially for the cold-blooded murderous beasts like the ghost door.

Broken arms and limbs, **** heads, and fragments of flesh and flesh scattered on the ground, there are tens of thousands of people, all of which make people with weaker mental capacity feel nauseous.

Rao Xiao Yu had a long history of battles, and even saw many dead people, and his face was gloomy.

This is simply a tragic dismemberment, these guys living in the dark are absolutely unforgivable!

The fighting power of the doormen of the ghost gate is simply terrifying. Those soldiers are also born and raised by their parents, and their fighting like this is definitely an act of sending death.

However, these soldiers are not afraid of death at all.

Or to put it this way, they are fighters who defend their homes and the country. They dedicated their lives to resist these evil people from invading their dynasty.

But this kind of fighting one after another is like moths fighting fire to ordinary soldiers.

Because Xiao Yu saw that the more powerful Ghost Underworld masters used more brutal and insidious methods, tearing their flesh with bare hands, and even biting their hands and feet, it was as easy as eating vegetables.

This is nothing in itself. Relatively speaking, the number of cultivators is not very large. If it was a battle between two dynasties, it would certainly not be so great.

Looking at the ghost gate again, the black air enveloped the mid-air, like a ghost claw, constantly approaching in a destructive posture, and within a kilometer, it is the city wall of Beisai!

Xiao Yu took a deep breath, a red light flashed in his eyes, and the murderous Xiao Yu swept down.

Guimingmen, how many you come today, how many I will kill!