The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

In the west of the primitive demon Kingdom, the war started, and the army of the Holy Land pressed down on the border and blocked the sky.

In the Tianmo camp, countless Tianmo soldiers were slaughtered by the army of holy land, and they were defeated one after another. The invincible Tianmo army in the past has lost all its spirit and has no ability to fight back.

At the front of the war, the battle between the two armies was fought. The demon Ning Chen answered coldly. The moon demon sword in his hand was brilliant and prosperous. Although it was an alliance to kill the demons, he still could not give in before his interests.

Saro's face coagulated, and he also understood this truth. The golden light rose all over his body, and Wang Wei continued to spread.

Just when the war between the two started again, xuanmie's body was destroyed, and thousands of demons ate the body. Just like the ocean, the powerful evil Qi was quickly engulfed by more than a thousand demons, nourishing thousands of demons.

The miserable war, fighting and crying hide the plot. The lives of tens of thousands of demons, like weeds, are gradually reaped in merciless calculation.

"Boom!"

Not long after, nine days above, thunder, dazzling thunder across the sky, light up the world.

"What's this?"

In the battlefield, a leader of the Holy Land palace looked into the sky with his face showing color.

The world of mortals!

Who's going to get through this!

"Find the person who has been robbed, immediately, and never let heaven rob you." Roga opened his mouth and sank.

The other three palace masters nodded and released their divine consciousness, looking for the man who had gone through the robbery.

"Boom!"

In the sky, the second thunder rings, and then, the third, the fourth The increasing thunder clouds are piling up and stirring, and their prestige is even more terrifying.

The three palace masters of holy land have changed their faces. This breath is not only for one person to survive!

At the front of the battlefield, the sword light and the golden light crisscross. The battle between the two starts again. After the three moves, their bodies separate.

Saro made a steady step, looked at the sky and looked down.

Not good!

"Roga, back up!"

Don't be hesitant, said sarrow, immediately alerted.

In the distance, Roga also felt the more terrible atmosphere of natural calamity in the sky. He no longer hesitated and ordered, "retreat the whole army."

At the command, the army immediately stopped fighting and retreated to the rear like a torrent.

The army of holy land had just withdrawn from the battlefield. On the ninth day, thunders came down from the sky and annihilated the demon camp.

Far away, XuanZhen, who was ordered to support the Western battlefield, felt the amazing force of natural disaster in the distant sky. His body stopped and his eyes flashed with color.

In the rear, the pace of 30000 Qingjia troops also stopped. They were shocked by the terrible power of the West.

"Big brother."

XuanZhen behind, ten imperial concubine xuanyue complexion coagulate heavy way, "front may have an accident."

"You take the army with you. Let's go ahead and see what's going on ahead."

XuanZhen asked a word, a step, quickly toward the front.

The force of this natural calamity is so unusual that it seems to be an immortal calamity in the world of mortals. In fact, its power has far exceeded that of ordinary King calamities.

In the war on the western front, thousands of demons were robbed, thousands of thunder thundered down, and under the thunder sea, the center of Tianmo camp immediately turned into scorched earth, and there was no place in good condition.

In the dazzling thunder, the figure in plain clothes stood still, surrounded by the God forbidding light, covering a breath.

In front of xuanmie's body, a series of demons flew out, and thousands of demons entered the realm of ghosts and immortals.

Thousand demons leave the body, xuanmie's body is immediately burned by the thunder, and the evil Qi overflows, which is quickly purified in the disaster.

"Master"

thousand demons kneel down and ask for shelter.

They are soul bodies and can't bear the power of natural calamity. Ghost immortals, after all, are ghosts. How can they bear the power of natural calamity of Zhiyang.

Ning Chen wields his sword, and one sword shakes away the thunder falling from the sky of thousands of demons. The whole body is filled with God's forbidden brilliance and protects thousands of demons.

Lose the target, nine days above, the thunder roars, but it can't fall.

"Bang"

in the distance, a demon general was about to run away, but the thunder broke through the air and quickly engulfed him.

In the shrill cry, thunder purifies the filth, and the devil burns up quickly.

"Your Highness, help me." Cried the devil.

"Sorry, I can't help you."

God forbids space, rather Chen light said a, have no the meaning of hand.

After counting the breath, the devil will gradually disappear, the body will die and the soul will disappear.

There is no one to stop the great calamity of thousands of demons. Even in the Kingdom, it is difficult to survive.

In the East, XuanZhen's figure passed by, faster and faster, feeling the rapidly fading force of natural calamity in front of him, with a more dignified look.

How can it be so fast? Has the robber succeeded?

Under the thunder, Ning Chen's eyes look to the East, and his eyes narrow slightly.

This breath is, XuanZhen!

It's so fast. It seems that the two evil emperors are very worried about the war here.

Still, he was late.

In the Forbidden City, thousands of demons disappeared and disappeared into the spirit flag.When the Apocalypse is about to break up, Ning Chen waves away the divine prohibition and lets the aftereffects of the Apocalypse be added.

Boom, thunder through the body, a touch of vermilion spilled over the corner of the mouth, Ning Chen staggering, straight body down.

Over the nine days, the last force of the disaster dissipated, the clouds dispersed, the wind cleared, and the sky became clear again.

On the earth, xuanmie's body has been completely burned by the natural calamity. If the devil's body is not destroyed, only the ashes are left.

Outside the Tianmo camp, a Tianmo soldier, far away from the disaster, looks at the scorched earth in front of him. His fear in his eyes is hard to fade for a long time.

"Prince xuanmie, his thirteen Highnesses."

The two surviving demons will return to their senses and immediately come forward to look for their figures.

In the scorched earth, the figure in plain clothes was lying on the ground, half of his body stained with blood, very desolate.

"Your Highness

Seeing this, a demon general passed by and stepped forward. After checking the former's injury, he was relieved.

Fortunately, the breath still exists, there should be no life-threatening.

At this time, the East, void rolling, a powerful figure out, looking at the front of the scorched earth, frown.

Feeling the powerful evil spirit in the rear, the two evil generals looked back and immediately knelt down to salute after seeing the faces of the visitors, respectfully saying, "see your highness."

"Get up and talk back."

XuanZhen looked at them and said in a deep voice, "what happened? Who was the one who was robbing?"

The two evil generals got up and looked at each other. One of them said respectfully, "I have not seen anyone rescue your highness. The disaster has come and gone suddenly. There is no sign at all."

After hearing the words, XuanZhen frowned again and looked at the old thirteen who was in a coma behind one of the magic generals. He said calmly, "how is the injury of the prince thirteen?"

"Report back to your highness, your highness 13 is not lightly injured. However, his life should not be in danger." The evil general who checked Ning Chen's injury opened his mouth to answer.

XuanZhen nodded and looked at the few remaining demons around the camp.

I'm afraid there are less than 20000 left in the army of ten thousand heavenly demons. In just a few days, they have suffered so much. His good uncle and brother really left him a big gift.

He brought only 30000 Qing Jia troops. He thought that at least half of the demon troops in front of him could be kept. The two armies would not be too different when they joined forces to fight against the 100000 troops in holy land.

I didn't expect that the losses here would be heavy. Even if the rear Qingjia army came, their forces and holy land were twice as large.

With such a big gap in military strength and the fighting power of the six palace masters in holy land, they still have no chance of winning the next war.

"First, settle the thirteen princes, wait for the arrival of the Qing Jia army in the rear, and then talk about resisting the enemy." XuanZhen took back his thoughts and said in a deep voice.

"Yes"

the two magic generals respectfully take orders.

At the same time, in front of the retreating army of the Holy Land in the west of the demon camp, the six palace masters of the Holy Land looked at the heavy magic cloud in the distance, and their faces rose.

The number of reinforcements of the demon army should be at least 30000.

"Saro, what happened to the disaster?" Roga opens his mouth and condenses his voice.

"I don't know."

Shaluo shook his head and said, "but I have something to do with the thirteen prince. Besides, there is something wrong with xuanmie's death."

"Oh? What do you say? " Roga asked suspiciously.

"When xuanmie woke up, I clearly felt that his power was stronger than before, but at the last move, xuanmie suddenly revealed his empty door, as if he had been controlled by something. At the moment of his move, his flaws were fully revealed." Saro's face was heavy.

In this war, there are too many doubts, plus the sudden disaster above, everything seems to be difficult to understand.

Although I don't know what happened, there is no doubt that there is the shadow of the thirteen Prince behind these things.

Now it seems that the thirteen Prince has been manipulating the war from the beginning to the end. His mind is really terrible.