Chapter 710 Bloody War

Xiaomufeng has changed his appearance, and the mountains are stained with blood, but in the eyes of Ge Xinglie, there are footprints where he once lived.

13 years. Here, he understands the mystery of the Sword God together with He Lianshan. He Lianshan learned "righteness" and Ge Xinglie understood "killing".

But the swordsmanship is of the same origin, and why can't you feel the "righteousness" in Helianshan's sword?

The lonely teenager who used to refuse to say a word with his peers was full of sadness and heaviness when he set foot on this land again.

Yandang Mountain has never betrayed him, nor has he betrayed Yandang Mountain.

Fate turned him and Yandang Mountain into strangers, but he never forgot a trace of warmth in many estranged eyes.

In the name of the devil, his hands are full of blood, but there is no dead soul of Yandang Mountain under the sword.

'What a shame, Brother Hao! You often proudly think that you are the hope of the next generation of Yandang Mountain, but at the critical moment of life and death in Yandang Mountain, you can only run to the foot of the mountain and watch the ancestral ancestral hall be destroyed by those demons. Cry, repent, vow to take revenge... That's all you can do! Tut! It's not enough to work hard. In the end, you have to count on me!'

Ge Xinglie raised his head.

The sky is like ink, and the black clouds are heavy.

Without the light clouds and wind in the past, it is particularly strange.

This may be the last time he saw the night sky of Xiaomu Peak...

In front of the ancestral hall, the flames of war roared, and the mountain protection array made an unsupportable moan.

It's time to start!

Passing by a trampled sea of flowers, a colorful cloud suddenly flew out of it. It was a butterfly, gathered in front of Ge Xinglie and danced up and down around him.

"It's hard for you to remember me." Ge Xinglie stretched out his hand, and a butterfly stopped on his palm, which symbolized death. The palm that has taken countless lives is so gentle now.

I really want time to stay at this moment forever...

"Brother Xinglie?" You Xiahan called softly.

Ginglie raised his hands, and butterflies rose all over the sky, colorful and floating like rain. "Let's go."

In the butterfly rain, his smile was so soft. The disciples who grew up in the demon family may never imagine that the devil would smile like this.

In front of the ancestral hall, the demons were ferocious and hit the mountain protection array with their huge and ugly bodies. Flesh and blood flew, screaming, countless monsters fell down, and more monsters rushed up behind.

Mr. Mo's magic sword and Wang Long's four elephant palms are close to the point of withering.

But the tide of monsters still can't see the end.

Two figures came from afar.

The magic sword ignited a purple ghost flame, wielding a fierce sword spirit, accompanied by the sound of thunder, where it passed, the gods and ghosts were easy.

Ge Xinglie and You Xia Han rushed into the mountain protection array like a broken bamboo. The magic array did not stop this demon disciple.

As soon as Ge Xinglie entered the ancestral hall, he saw Mr. Mo sitting in front of the hall, with a gray face and surrounded by a strong sense of death.

"Here you are." Mr. Mo raised his eyelids.

"You seem to be dying." The song has no expression on his face.

Mr. Mo smiled bitterly: "It's a good place to die in this ancestral hall..."

"But if the ancestral hall is broken, the end will be miserable." Ge Xinglie raised the corners of his mouth.

"King Lie!" Wang Long shouted in a hoarse voice, "When are you still fighting with the leader!" The ancestral hall can't be guarded. You can send a message to Chen Gan and Lian Shan to let them go quickly and don't waste your effort. As long as they can survive, the Taoism of Yandang Mountain can be passed on——"

"How do you know that the ancestral hall can't be guarded?" Ge Xinglie interrupted him with a cold hum, "What's more, Brother Hao's way to the blackness, even if you take out the order of the leader, he won't listen to it!" Whether it's dead or alive, you have to work hard to know the result.

"But...but we don't have much strength left." Wang Long sighed.

"I didn't expect you old guys in the first place." Ge Xinglie smiled coldly and said in a low voice, "Xia Han, you go to host the array!"

You Xiahan silently replaced Wang Long's position. The moment the Dragon Sword was inserted into the center of the mountain protection array, the brilliant light rose, and the golden flame devoured the bodies of countless monsters, and the evil spirits retreated and howled under the dazzling brilliance.

The magic array, which was originally compressed to be extremely small, suddenly expanded and fought back against the demons, taking away tens of thousands of ghosts in an instant. On the ancestral temple, there was like a sun shining in all directions, and the faint roar of the dragon spread to all sides. Demons, monsters and evil disciples were shocked, motionless and stunned.

A burst of rapid thunder sounded from a distance, and the figure of Ge Xinglie had already been killed with the magic array. The dull sword and thunder sound was endless, shaking everyone's mind. While the monsters and evil people were still stunned, the sword breath roared down, and hundreds of demons disappeared under the purple sword.

But immediately, a huge shadow emerged from the depths of the clouds, with unparalleled power, attacking this small figure on the peak.

Demon Emperor, Moyun Jinpeng!

Jin Peng spread his wings to cover the sky and the sun, casting a deep dark shadow covering the whole mountain. Ge Xing was unavoidable, his whole body was full of aura, and the road of killing was running to the extreme, counterattacking against this suffocating terrible pressure.

"Bum!"

The small body hit a huge shadow and fell back, being bounced away like a grasshopper.

The song fell back to the mountain, and his legs were deeply embedded in the soil. The black seal text on the top of his head stagnated for a moment and circulated again. But the shadow once again shrouded, and even the mountains in the distance, the blood of war, and the wild fields fell into the darkness. In an instant, the whole world became his enemy, and the power of human beings looked so weak under the pressure of such a thousand-year-old demon.

The aura was emptied, and the rain curtain burst down. With the sound of tornadoes, the power of singing quickly consumed and dried up.

No matter how sharp the sword spirit is, it can't tear open this dark world. The gap in absolute power cannot be made up by will.

"That's it, it's not as good as you... Brother Hao, if you are here, you should be able to hold on longer... The Taoism of Yandang Mountain is handed over to you!"

Ge Xing shouted fiercely, and his murderous intent soared all over his body. He raised his head and pointed to the huge body that was getting closer and closer.

The seal of life and death burst in the sleeve.

To what extent can the ultimate mystery of the road of killing, coupled with the power of the seal of life and death, hurt this monster?

Hundred feet of thunder, nine ghosts chasing souls. The dark electric light rushed to the demon in the sky. But Ge Xinglie can no longer see the result.

He gave his life for this blow.

Moyun Jinpeng howled and fell into the abyss. The huge body and the roaring wind like the arrival of the end of the world shocked all the monsters, evil disciples and righteous disciples who were fighting below.

Fortunately, Moyun Jinpeng quickly woke up from the severe pain, and his wings flapped off again.