Chapter 196 Under the Red Sun

At the end of Tianyu in the southeast, a feather arrow rose to the sky, and the bright sound cut through the silence in the distance.

In an a flash, the sky shook, the mountains trembled, and the earth trembled with fear.

In the place where the arrows disappeared, the clouds were rolling, and a hundred magic knights in white like snow drove the magic dragon to ride the wind. The "green dragon magic gun" in their hands was shining in the morning glow, like a surging wave rushing towards the valley.

Behind them are 900 powerful and majestic warriors in white, who can't control the wind and the clouds.

"It's the Shitian flag of the magic religion!" I don't know who shouted, but was instantly submerged in a loud and terrible tiger roar.

Another 100 white knights crossed the golden tiger hand and the "white tiger magic knife" appeared on the southwest skyline. Behind them were also 900 arrays of murderous magistrates.

Immediately after that, the Qinglei Banner, the Juefeng Banner, the Dinghuo Banner, the Huanshui Banner, the Shaking Mountain Banner and the Junze Banner all appeared.

At the moment when the sun was sunrise, the divine soldiers fell from the sky and covered the clear sky.

With the sound of the arrow through the clouds, thousands of troops came to meet!

Lin Yinxue stood on the high post, looked at the elites under his command sweeping the sky and wandering all over the world, and said softly, "Aoshan, just think that I have returned your six years of old love--"

"Kill!" Yang Jiangxiang, the owner of the Shitian flag sitting on the back of the magic dragon, raised his arm and shook the magic gun in his hand and shouted at the hundred dragons riding the nine hundred dragon gunmen under the tent.

"Kill--" The children of the demon religion in all directions responded in unison, and the rumbling shouts gathered into a thrilling thunderstorming world. Even a hundred miles away, they could hear the fear of God.

They stayed in the dark all night. They heard the killing sound in the valley, and they couldn't wait for it. Now Lin Yinxue attracted the arrow through the clouds, and the demon army of the Eight Banners poured out to teach people's bloodline and Zhang Haoqing dry clouds, but I would like to ask who is the resistance in the world?!

"Here it comes, it's finally here..." Cold Moon Chan, whose arm was full of blood, gasped violently on one knee, trying to look up at the sky, and a wisp of complex and difficult brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"Amitabha Buddha, Uncle Broken Mountain, your sacrifice is finally the best result--" Master Jue Mian held the magic wand, lowered his eyebrows and recited the Buddha's name, but he saw a sea of blood all over the corpse mountains, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

"These guys will also pick up ready-made." Xun Yangjian habitually touched the wine gourd around his waist, and muttered to himself with a smile on his face. The figure of a ghost emperor was bursting in front of him and disappearing in the golden Buddha light.

"You Qiren, you and Ni Tiangao have lost!" Youao Mountain's blood-stained long shirt, and the power of the sea magic sword is close to the chest of Youqi people.

"Magic Religion..." Youqi's expression is hard to say joy and anger, just a low voice, lifting his knees and slamming the lower abdomen of You'ao Mountain.

"You see, we are going to win." Luo Jia grabbed Mo Jingxuan, who was so angry, so that he could see the rushing army of the demon religion and said softly, "Is this fate?"

"Bastard, how did you come?" E unrestrained to protect the zombie mother and E Rizhao in Haotian's coffin, but she was so tired that she could only fall on the lid of the coffin. Her heart was sore and her eyes were astringent. She quickly raised her hand and wiped hard, and then she saw that her palms were full of blood that were cracked by her own strength.

"Kill!" The white tiger roared like thunder and stumbled to an elder of the Youshi family in the Northern Underworld. Behind him were seven disciples who were three dead and four injured.

Not far away, Tan Pei, the elder of Yu Yutian, withered and looked at the rising sun in the east with a smile...

Tears blurred the light eyes of the wings. For the first time, she really understood the cruelty and ruthlessness of war, but she also learned to be strong in it.

"How can it be to kill and stop killing?" Dong Tianji shook his head, thinking of the nearly 80,000 sleeping underworld war demons he saw in the ancient forest of the prison.

"What the matter, let me have a good time first!" His figure flashed and threw himself into the torrent of troubled times.

Thousands of evil spirits took the lead in collapsing. Under the double shine of the sun and the Buddha's light, the ghost's body is scattered and the soul is annihilated. Even if the Taoism can be forcibly supported, it feels like burning blood in the body, and the fighting spirit is completely disintegrated, and they have fled to the dark mountains and caves to avoid the disaster.

The army was defeated like a mountain, and the ghost army collapsed. Instead of suppressing them, the people and horses in the Northern Underworld Mansion who were pressing the array behind could not suppress them. On the contrary, they were overwhelmed by the momentum of their desperate escape. Everyone was afraid and couldn't help retreating.

The bloody battle between the five major factions of the right path and the coalition forces with the resistance of the Northern Ming Dynasty ended the night. They were already exhausted, but at this moment of the decisive victory, they all cheered up their morale and raised the immortal and magic blades to set off a frenzy of the Jedi counterattack.

There are 8,000 demons, tigers and wolves outside, and there are elite coalition forces in a hundred battles. The defeated soldiers have no way out, and they are struggling to death from the enemy. Many of the children of the Northern Underworld Mansion, who were originally trapped, took advantage of the situation to defect and threw themselves into their own door, which made the coalition grow rapidly like a snowball and press back out of the valley.

Seeing this scene, Wei Huoyao's heart was cold and he wanted to run away. Although it is the cultivation of the ghost emperor, under the golden Buddha's light and morning glow, it also feels that the qi and blood are boiling all over. Even if it won't disappear like those little ghosts, the loss of Jingyuan is needless to say.

However, Chu Tian's Cangyun Yuanchen sword opened and closed vertically and horizontally, like a copper wall and iron wall firmly locked it in a snow wave. No matter how it is, it is always difficult to get rid of it.

Its cultivation is originally above Chu Tian. If the two sides set up a position to attack and kill, even if they can't get the upper hand, they will never be defeated. Now there is a long way to go, but the more you fight, the more shocked you are, the more confused you are.

Chu Tianshang challenged the Ghost Emperor alone for the first time. In the last battle with Lei Jingcheng, Qing'er helped him, and finally killed him with the strength of the two. This time, Qing'er was not around. He fought against Wei Huoya alone without fear. On the contrary, he was aroused by a strong fighting spirit. Cangyun Yuanchen's sword moved Feiyun and cried to the fullest.

Unconsciously, he completely forgot what happened outside his body. A Taoist heart was completely immersed in the simple world. In his mind, he recalled the touch of emotion when he first saw the broken mountain master sitting in the meditation scene. The trace of enlightenment, the true meaning of the road was condensed, the sword-style opening was with the Tao, and the thoughts flew back to the original.

It doesn't matter, but Wei Huoya can't stand it more and more. He thought, "If I don't get out quickly, the Taoism of more than 2,500 years will be destroyed here!"

Assuming that the two ghosts were reintegrated with this, he opened his mouth and spewed out a red light pill the size of a longan, and shouted harshly, "Ken!"

As soon as the voice fell, the light pills on the top of his head suddenly expanded and split, and three hundred and sixty red feather fire crows were derived, and the "woo" scattered and covered Chu Tian.

This "Zhou Tian Jue Huo Raven" has been painstakingly refined by Wei Huo Raven for more than 2,000 years, and has sucked countless Beiming Sea aura and ghosts. One head is as fierce and fierce as a world-class demon. In particular, the burning Zhou Tian Jue Fire can burn gold. It is the natural enemy of all kinds of immortal soldiers and magic treasures, which makes people talk about tiger color.

Who knows that Chu Tian smiled disdainfully and said, "How dare you show off in front of me?"

Cangyun Yuanchen's sword was so excited and colorful, and the real dragon emperor's seal was sacrificed. A shining and powerful dragon of the underworld prison rose and circled, making a majestic roar and startling.

I think that the dragon of the underworld has been nourished by the aura of Yunlu, and its temperament has gradually changed greatly. The original violent atmosphere was empty, and it was replaced by a vast and majestic fairy rhyme. The whole body was full of holy and flawless crystal light, looking forward to the world.

It shook its head high, and the dragon scales on its body were shining and colorful, releasing thick clouds, which suddenly spread like water ripples, covering 360 Zhoutian fire crows.

The fire crows in the sky were frightened, and their wings fanned the flames in an attempt to melt the clouds. But as soon as this flame is generated, it is like the faint light of rice particles disappearing in an instant. Then a fire crow twisted and melted in the clouds, and the spirit was pulled away. It turned into 360 wisps of red light and was taken away by the dragon of the underworld.

However, the dragon's scales were bright, and the crystal clear surface slowly appeared a series of fire crows. Immediately, the clouds closed, and the blue sky reappeared in the clear sky.

"Damn it!" Wei Huo Raven watched as he was swallowed up by the dragon of the underworld as a tonic, and couldn't help spitting blood in his heart and lungs. Thinking that even if it can escape from losing this treasure today, it will be difficult to be the hero of the North Underworld in the future. It can't care about the great loss of its own life, and angrily waved the eagle-winged magic knife to chop it.

Chu Tian did not expect that the dragon of the underworld prison now has such so much power, but when he saw that the Wei fire crow fought back, his sword eyebrows raised and rushed to meet him. Cang Yun Yuanchen's sword took the Taoist method by using the power of heaven, such as an eagle hitting the dragon in the sky fighting in the wild, swallowing the world with great momentum, and a "split sea and breaking the current" flying on the other party's chest.

Wei Huo Ya raised his knife in a stern, and his ears heard that the golden stone sonorous sword burst. Its body was thrown out by a power of Mo Yu, and the light of the two eagle-winged magic knives darken showed countless small lines.

"Xiao Chu, kill it!" E Wu looked up and paid attention to the fierce battle in mid-air and shouted, "The owner of E died in the hands of this old ghost!"

Chu Tian nodded slightly, but his mood did not have any waves. His eyes pressed at the tossed Wei Huo crow, and his spirit locked the sword momentum. The dragon and the tiger seemed to be slow and real diseased. Only one shook his body and bullied him. Cang Yun Yuanchen raised the sword like a heavenly punishment to control the birth and death of all spirits, and his ears said with a rare deafening sound: "My life is in me. No, no, I will return the golden billions of years!"

"It's not good!" Wei Huoya's heart was chilled. In the face of Chu Tian's overwhelming sword pressure, he could not have the slightest idea of resistance. He knew that his mind had been defeated by the other party's momentum.

But after all, it is unwilling to wait for death. The body of the essence is red and glowing, like a burning huge fire bird, holding an eagle-winged magic knife to counterattack Chu Tian.

Chu Tian was unmoved. Cang Yun Yuanchen's sword washed all the lead and returned to simplicity. He simply cut down with a sword, as if the void around him also fluctuated and cracked.

"Ding!" The swords hit each other, and Cang Yun Yuanchen was determined to be a foot away from Wei Huo Ya's chest and could not enter any more.

The bodies of both sides are completely still, and their respective postures remain motionless, as if the time is also frozen in an instant.

It's a pity that E Wu unrestrained can't help screaming secretly. After all, Wei Huoya is the cultivation of the ghost emperor. He actually blocked Chu Tian's shocking must-kill sword and failed to hurt its body.

However, before thinking about it, he suddenly saw a faint red blood stain on Wei Huoyao's chest, and quickly a snow-white light burst out of his body and completely swallowed up his body.

In a scream, the ghost emperor of Wuya will eventually die and his life will be defeated. He will be killed by the uncast sword spirit of Cangyun Yuanchen, and his soul will be destroyed.

"Very good, very good--" E Rizhao somehow stood beside E unruly, staring at Chu Tian, who stood proudly in the sky with a sword, and a rare smile of praise appeared on his indifferent face.