Chapter 1562: The Hand of Heaven

Some magic soldiers were still moved by Ling Xiaotian's words, and they listened to the war reports on the front line at any time. As soon as they heard of consecutive defeats, the last point of persistence also disappeared. I don't know when the soldiers would go to Ling Xiaotian's side.

The general responsible for acceptance is Wudao. The man smiled and welcomed everyone who came, and did not forget to give a look to those magic soldiers who did not come.

Of course, the demon lord can't be unfaithful at all in the heavenly demon world for so many years. Not only does it have, but its strength is quite powerful. Unfortunately, the scale has completely fallen to Ling Xiaotian's side. All they can do is to stand on the side of the demon lord.

They looked at the sky nervously and didn't know how the Kowloon Immortal would deal with the demon Lord next. The guards around him couldn't wait to rush to the sky and attack Ling Xiaotian together. Saving the demon Lord was their only goal.

But what awaits them was the abyss of death. As soon as these bodyguards approached, they were immediately frozen back to the iceman like the demon lord, but the treatment was not as good as the demon lord. They fell to the ground one by one, and the result was naturally scattered on the ground. Eight guards were instantly killed in an instant.

At a glance, the immortal generals and soldiers on the side of the fairyland were cheering and thundering, shouting again and again, shocking the world, and their morale was high. They had never been there before, as if nothing could defeat them, and they all showed confidence on their faces.

And the demon world is a little guilty, and the general trend has kept coming to their minds. However, they don't want to believe it. Just a month ago, the demon world was unprecedentedly united. How long has it been? The situation has turned upside down.

Frustration hangs on their faces, not to mention that the demon lord is still at a low wind. They really can't figure out whether it's enough to fight enough. Obviously, no, they are all desperate to fight. It's unlucky. Obviously, it's not true. For a long time, the demon world has been smooth, and even the city people of the fairyland have accepted them. This is not lucky. It's okay, right?

Some demons finally figured out that in the final analysis, the demon lord is not a wise leader. Yes, he has domineering, prestige and strong strength, but lacks the wisdom to lead thousands of troops to face difficulties.

I really can't imagine how far the demon world can go without Han Jiang's military division. The end of bravery and resourcelessness is failure, but the demon lord also has a strategy. Speaking of speaking, he still loses on care.

If we had heard the military master's words to guard against the Kowloon Immortals and did not alliate with the demon world, at least nothing would have happened to the demon world, and the Zhongzhou fairyland was still under control.

If the demon world is lost today, it is only a matter of time before the fairyland is lost. What awaits them is not only a failure, but also likely to lose the future.

Fortunately, the demon master was not so fragile. When the demons were disappointed, he flashed out of the ice and the man came out. However, the consequences seemed to be bad. The demon lord was in the air at this time, wet all over and trembled all over.

He felt cold. After living in the demon world for so long, people have never felt cold. What kind of fairy method did Jiulong use? It's really cold.

The demon master's whole body surged to dispel the chill on his body, but he couldn't do it for a long time. The chill was the same in his body, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"How do you feel, Lord?"

"Despicable people, Jiulong actually plotted against me by means of villains, and he is not afraid of laughing in the world." The demon lord gritted his teeth.

"You can't even resist the cold I put out. How can you be my opponent? I won't think highly of you." Ling Xiaotian's face was indifferent, which was completely a mockery of the devil's incompetence.

"You are too rampant to beat me at such a cold point." After saying that, the demon master attacked Ling Xiaotian again, and the sky and the earth moved together.

The blood light collapsed, the stars moved, and the wind and rain were chaotic. The power of the demon master's every knife could make many people retreat in fear, but his opponent was Jiulong.

"Lord, you should be glad to have an opponent like me." Ling Xiaotian's sword gas surged, and the physical ice sword cut towards the demon master like a cloud.

The sky was very spectacular. The silver and magic knife blood turbid the sky. The ice sword in the roaring sky was like a purifier, slowly turning blood into clouds and rain on the ground.

The devil's crazy attack was resolved one by one by one, and it was resolved effortlessly. The most frightening thing about the master's battle is to encounter this situation. When you think that you are constantly causing trouble to your opponent and feel that you are winning, you have not achieved your goal for a long time. The other side of success seems to be getting farther and farther away, and you can't help it. The emergence of timidity.

The devil will not be timid, but he will retreat. When he finds that his opponent can't defeat himself, he will not waste time pestering him, because it makes no sense.

The bad thing is that he can't stop in front of so many people. He can only stare at Ling Xiaotian depressedly. There is no way to fight like this.

To be honest, Ling Xiaotian did not kill the demon master, but he took the lead and had always been indifferent, which made the demon lord think that Ling Xiaotian still had a killer mace, and he couldn't help but be a little nervous. If the two were together, he might choose to retreat.

But now, it's really hard to say. Ling Xiaotian has been checking the words and looking at the color. Seeing that the demon lord has an unnatural face, he has an idea in his heart, "Lord, take me a move." The body flashed, the human sword rotated, and the shocking sword shot out of Ling Xiaotian's body.

As soon as the demon lord saw that Ling Xiaotian was willing to carry it with him, he was very happy and attacked him with a knife. His knife intention was also amazing.

The two attacked tens of thousands of moves in an instant, and the speed was close to teleportation. Ling Xiaotian did not hide and fought against the demon lord. He also wanted to try how extraordinary the other party's magic knife was.

After touching, he really found something extraordinary. If he hadn't had the Buddhist heart scriptures, he would have been attacked by the evil spirit in the knife. He understood that no wonder the demon master had always wanted to fight against Ling Xiaotian, but he wanted to use tricks, but he was wrong.

The power of the blood prison magic knife has been unfolded, but it does not work. First, the ice gas has a purifying effect, and the blood gas disappears as soon as it approaches, and the evil magic gas wants to take the opportunity to invade Ling Xiaotian's body.

With a flash of gold light, the devil's idea failed. He could do nothing but fight off Ling Xiaotian. He was really angry and depressed.

With a desperate gamble, the demon master raised his knife to the sky, and blood light was injected into the air. Suddenly, a blood cloud quickly gathered in the air. The demon master's magic power was continuously injected into the knife to guide the blood gas through knife gas.

"Demon Lord, you really don't care about others for your own selfishness. You don't deserve to be the Lord of the world." Ling Xiaotian felt that the evil spirit in the sky was very powerful. He did not have the confidence to disperse. There were two ways. One way was to put these blood clouds into the world, but he did not want to take such a risk.

There is another way to make these blood clouds stronger, attract the attention of the divine world, and let the masters of the divine world clean up the demon master. Thinking of this method, Ling Xiaotian can't help but be excited. The sword spirit swings and rushes straight into the blood cloud. This is not an attack, but fusion.

The demon lord quickly felt strange, "Jiulong, what do you want to do?"

"Don't you want to destroy? I'll help you. Anyway, we will die together, right?" Ling Xiaotian smiled.

"You crazy." The demon master blocked the blood prison magic knife from continuing to invest blood, but now his cultivation can't control the madness of the magic knife. He can't leave even if he wants to leave. Looking at the blood cloud on his head, a feeling of despair floats on his face.

"I'm not as crazy as you. I'm just helping you. You said it's enough to kill me, but you still want to destroy the fairyland. Demon Lord, let's watch a good play together." As soon as Ling Xiaotian's voice fell, two giant hands stretched out in the air, targeting Ling Xiaotian and the demon lord.

"Heaven-----God's hand!"