Chapter 169 The Last Battlefield

glanced at the true disciples of the Six Demon Sect who fled in confusion, which aroused his interest.

The old demon of the black god and 14 immortals flew to Jinyang, and their eyes were all complicated. The people present couldn't stop the sword, and even the old demon of Montenegro had to hesitate.

The eyes of the old demon of Montenegro are no longer calm, and the combat effectiveness shown by Jin Yang has far exceeded his expectations. The underworld is like a messenger coming out of the underworld, and he is beginning to grasp the atmosphere of life and death. Obviously, he did not use a trace of blood power, but his combat power was close to level 18, and the new 120,000 years of mana was not childish at all, and wisps of death escaped.

"Deputy suzerain." The old demon of Montenegro, a monk who used to be a heavenly immortal sixfold and Qiyao Moyitian, stood in front of Jinyang and had a trace of admiration.

"Hmm." Jinyang turned around and looked at them. He was very calm. Killing Dai Xiong with a sword was like slaughtering a dog, and stepping stones were not counted.

"Deputy Patriarch, what's next?" The old demon of Montenegro opened his mouth, and the most hope in his heart is to see the sect of the Mingzong. The Mingzong, which was active in Chu land two times ago, has only Jinyang, a stranger, has stepped into it. He doesn't know this, and if he knows it, he won't have an idea.

As soon as Jin Yang heard his words, he knew his thoughts as soon as his heart moved. Yun Xuan, one of the fourteen immortals, was alert and couldn't help looking at the old demon of Montenegro to see something strange.

"Go to the battlefield, and the two dragons will lead the way." Jinyang didn't look at the old demon of Montenegro, and his eyes fell on the two of them. The heart of the old demon of Montenegro sank and he said nothing more. Yes." Hearing this, the two Taoist people of Longxu hurriedly agreed. They set up the sword light and looked at the southeast. Jinyang followed him, leaving only the old black demon standing in place and quietly towards his mind.

Jin Yang, who galloped all the way, silently guessed what the final battlefield was like.

Sixteen immortals galloped in the high sky and saw their monks from afar. They were all surprised, did not hesitate to avoid and dare to approach. Now, together with the battle of Chu, the four sides of the State of Chen attacked, which led to the turmoil of several kings around. A large number of wild monks poured in, and several counties around, and most of them entered Hedong County, only because of the rich resources here made people have some plots.

Jinyang, who flew rapidly, and the monk who had avoided coldly glanced, had no intention of doing it.

This flight lasted for four days, and I met more and more monks, and even met immortal-level strong men, but they had no intention of staying at all. Looking at Jin Yang's heart was not appreciated.

It is getting closer and closer to the battlefield where the British Marquis died in battle, and there are more and more monks passing by. He said in his heart, "What's going on?" Looking at the galloping escape light, Jin Yang immediately left the team and greeted him. The green light from the distance stopped and turned his head and wanted to run. With a sw of sw, Jin Yang quickly turned behind him and bumped into his arms.

"Don't kill me! ~" There was a trace of pleading in his crying voice. Jin Yang was stunned and fixed his eyes. This monk was really young. He looked thirteen or fourteen years old, and his cultivation was not high, only the Mahayana period.

This little guy is a genius!

"Why did they all look at the hinterland of Hedong County? What happened?"

Before the words fell, the crying little monk hurriedly replied, "The army of the State of Chen is coming!"

"What army of Chen has attacked? Where did you invite the Moon Palace to go? Jin Yang, who was originally uneasy, screamed and looked at the little monk. His face seemed to be darkened by the ashes at the bottom of the pot.

"Really, the army of the State of Chen attacked, and it is said that all the sectarian monks led by the Heavenly King Wuhou retreated. The owners of the invitation to the Moon Palace died at his hands. The ancestor was seriously injured and fled, and the invitation to the Moon Palace was over. The little monk said everything he knew in one breath and looked at Jin Yang and begged him to let him go.

Jinyang, who listened to his words, turned upside down and couldn't believe that the Heavenly King Wuhou actually razed the Moon Palace in the first month. What's sadder is that Yingwuhou actually died in battle, and no one rescued him!

Jinyang, who couldn't react for a moment, stood silently in the air. The light moment of the god seemed to be out of the sheath, and the ancient gods gradually woke up.

When the old demon of Montenegro, who came with him, heard the little monk's words, he didn't seem to be surprised. Instead, he looked at Jin Yan with some expectations. Yunxuan, who saw the old demon of Montenegro, follow her in a hurry and said, "Vice patriarch, don't want to return to the hinterland of Hedong County and watch the change." While Yun Xuan spoke, she paid close attention to the change of Jin Yang's appearance. However, her words did not fall into Jin Yan's ears. Instead, she looked at the place where Yingwuhou died in the battle and galloped away.

The old demon of Montenegro looked at Yunxuan. This female monk who secretly competed with her seemed to be a little wise, but in fact she was a little foolish.

Jinyang, who didn't care about the people behind him, was so fast that he only left a faint shadow in the sky. The sound of sword and thunder exploded continuously, and the sword light flashed away.

The closer he got to the place where the Marquis Yingwu died in the battle, the more uneasy he became. Finally, he was sure that the Marquis Yingwu must have been abandoned by Emperor Chen. He didn't want to believe that Emperor Chen's eyes did not look at the battlefield here. Even if Zhao Qing had great fighting power, it was impossible for Emperor Chen to kill him when he wanted to take action.

The distance of the invincible strong does not exist in their eyes - this is extremely shown in the god king.

However, Jin Yang's worry is that Qin Ziyi is in a safe situation. Another bit of excitement in his heart is Mrs. Yingwuhou and Nie Wushuang, who is not very cultivated but is very kind to herself. Nie Wushuang, who has a mature side in her character.

I don't know if they are still alive?

Jinyang, who left in a hurry, is very much like finding a person who is familiar with the inside story and giving him a message.

The barracks is full of barracks. Jinyang, who looked at it, was a little cold. A month ago, he stood among them and was one of them, but now he is still in place, ten times bigger than the barracks. The roar of training spread for more than a hundred miles, and there was no monk lingering around him. Those who dared to peep had died at the hands of the patrol soldiers.

Jinyang, 150 miles away, had just stood up and heard a shout before he could see the details of the barracks. A group of soldiers on patrol rushed to him fiercely, a sharp knife-like striker, trying to stab Jinyang's body and become their achievements.

The army led by the Heavenly King Wuhou kills people at first sight, no matter whether you are a wild monk or a sectarian monk.

"Kill! ~" The battle array of more than 300 people is extremely fierce. The immortal-level military commander gathered the momentum and mana of his subordinates. The combat effectiveness far exceeds that of the five immortals. Even Jinyang has changed color. For nothing else, there is only one thing that the combat effectiveness of this military commander surpasses the two disasters of the British and Marquis, that is, the fourth-level combat effectiveness. Such a horrible hundreds of thousands , the vast mana is enough to create a middle-thousand world.

"It's so fierce!" With a sigh, the moment of the underworld in his hand was ruthless, and the flashing body was bringing a little sharpness. Three hundred soldiers were struck by lightning, and the world was frozen. In an instant, Jinyang, who held the moment of the underworld, bowed and stood behind the battle array.

There was a continuous crackling sound, and another burst of blood shot out, and the smell of blood spread far away. All three hundred soldiers were disintegrated by Jinyang's sword light and unloaded eight pieces, which was very cruel. The momentum of the charge stagnation, and the commander who froze there slowly turned around and looked at the pain of his subordinates' tragic death. The halberd in his hand couldn't wait to cut Jinyang into meat sauce.

"Where are the family members of the Marquis Yingwu?" Jinyang walked towards him step by step, stepping empty, and every step fell on his heart. Jinyang slowly came, and the moment of the god in his hand was extremely shocking.

The commander held the halberd in his hand tightly and stared at Jinyang, waiting for the opportunity.

Jin Yang looked at him coldly and had no effect on him. His body flashed and disappeared into the sky. With a punch, even the counterattack weapon in his hand fell out of the captain's counterattack. The smashed armor ** came out of his organs, and a big mouthful of blood flowed out with his mouth.

Jinyang, who was like a shadow, waved his hand, and Wang Yang's spiritual power into the sea rushed into his sea of knowledge crazily, violently penetrated his yuan god and captured his little memory. Jinyang's spirit with his eyes closed flowed and quickly read it.

Half a sound, as the soldier's head burst like a watermelon, Jin Yang slowly opened his eyes, and his uncertain eyes were a little gloomy.

Mrs. Yingwuhou moved into the palace and imprisoned in disguise. Only Nie Wushuang disappeared.

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