A Demon’s Path

Boom!

After a loud noise, the huge tornado exploded by itself, turning into countless strange fragments, and scattered all over the plain along with the thick smoke.

Ling Xiao and the others walked out of the thick smoke in a state of filth, in a state of embarrassment.

"Have we left that ghostly place?" Long Zhen didn't care about his clothes being burned with holes at all, what he cared most about was whether he could get out of this plain.

Of course, other people have the same worries as Long Zhen. As soon as he walked out of the thick smoke, he looked in the direction of the Wraith Tower.

Everyone was stunned. The Tower of Wraith is still in the same place, the same distance, and has not changed.

"Boss Ling..." Long Zhen murmured in a low voice, "Did we do something stupid?"

Obviously, after activating the formation, everyone still failed to escape from the grassland, which made them very frustrated.

Just when Ling Xiao also thought that the old man had swayed him, Tang Yingying in the space of the God Demon Token suddenly said: "Brother Ling Xiao, it seems... the breath in the wind is different."

Ling Xiao was overjoyed, and said: "That is to say, we are really not in the same place now?"

I don’t know which philosopher on another earth said that a person may step into the same river twice.

Similarly, this principle also applies to Ling Xiao's current situation.

The plain is still the same plain, but the time has changed, and the space will naturally change to some extent.

"The smell of blood in the wind is so strong." Tang Yingying's small nose moved slightly, and she frowned.

Ling Xiao said loudly: "Let's go, let's go ahead and see what happened."

This time, it only took a day for everyone to walk out of the ghost place plain they called.

At the end of the plain is still a big mountain, but this time the big mountain didn't play tricks on Ling Xiao and the others. It took another half a month for Ling Xiao and the others to climb over mountains and ridges, and finally saw the giant tower ahead.

When they saw this giant tower for the first time, all seven of them were stunned.

This so-called Tower of Wraith is exactly the same as the Tower of Gods and Demons in the Sun Continent!

"What's going on here?" Even Luo Huixin, who didn't like talking very much, couldn't help asking.

Of course, no one here can answer that question.

Even if someone answered, they were not in the mood to answer this question at this time.

Under this Tower of Wraith, there are densely packed with millions of Murong Huatian's golden armored warriors. The morale of these gold-armored warriors was high, as if they could overturn the Tower of Wraith with their strength alone.

These golden armored warriors are divided into several types of combat arms, which are the most common golden spear infantry warriors, archers holding golden bows, griffin knights riding griffins, and golden dragon knights riding golden dragons.

In addition to the above four arms, there are two very special arms.

One is the large catapult vehicles arranged at the rear of the large army. Thousands of identical catapult vehicles form a large circle, one is arranged every tens of meters, and the targets are all aimed at the Tower of the Wraith.

In addition, there is another special type of arms, the chariot and mecha soldiers, which are divided into chariot troops on the ground and airship troops in the sky.

Such a large and well-organized lineup opened Ling Xiao's eyes.

Murong Huatian stood suspended in the sky, followed by ten white-robed priests and a hundred gray-robed priests. These priests respected him alone, and they all stood humbly bowed, highlighting Murong Huatian's lofty status.

Among the ten white-robed priests, Ling Xiao didn't know many of them.

Ling Xiao knew that several of the top ten priests died in this battle, so several gray-robed priests were promoted to form the top ten white-robed priests of Ling Xiao's time.

Of course, among these ten people, Ling Xiao still recognizes a few.

Priest A, Jia Tianxia, ​​and Priest E, Wu Kongkong, these two guys have not changed much, Ling Xiao recognized them at a glance.

It's just that Priest Wu at that time had healthy limbs, and he was not as "cynical" as Ling Xiao was when he saw him.

Facing such a powerful lineup as Murong Huatian, all the floors of the Wraith Tower were filled with demon soldiers and generals in dark red armor.

They stood on every floor of the Wraith Tower, and they were also divided into various arms, facing the enemies under the tower.

Ling Mietian stood on the top of the tower, with Ling Feng in white clothes standing beside him, the father and son monopolized the high place, looking down at the people below the tower. The cold wind blew the clothes on their bodies, making a rattling noise.

Ling Xiao looked up at his father at that time, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

Although it was far away, Ling Xiao looked towards the top of the tower, but saw his grandfather and father very clearly.

At that time, my father's eyes were not as sharp as they are now, but they were extremely clear, like an unpolluted mountain spring.

Grandpa Ling Mietian held the God of Slaughter in his hand, with a slight smile on his face, but the killing intent was so strong that even Ling Xiao, who was so far away, could feel it.

Even though the heights are extremely cold, their bodies still stand straight and firm.

Looking down at the world and contemptuously at all beings, this was clearly displayed on Ling Mietian's body at this time.

This kind of temperament that comes from the depths of the soul, compared it abruptly with Murong Huatian, who is full of stars.

Perhaps it was Ling Xiao who judged by his own likes and dislikes. His grandpa was so free and easy and calm, which a guy like Murong Huatian who pretended to be profound all day long couldn't do it.

Of course, Ling Xiao already knew the result of this battle, his grandfather and father lost.

At this time, Ling Xiao had a strong feeling in his heart that he wanted to know why his grandfather lost. According to Ling Xiao's judgment, the difference in strength between the two sides is not too big, so why did his grandfather lose?

"Huixin, don't read it." During this battle, Luo Huixin's father was killed, her mother aged instantly, and she lost her eyesight. Knowing it is one thing, but seeing it with your own eyes is another.

So Ling Xiao thoughtfully reminded Luo Huixin not to watch it, but Luo Huixin only answered Ling Xiao with one sentence: "Master, if it were you, would you not watch it?"

Ling Xiao was silent.

"Okay, let's watch it together." Ling Xiao said to everyone, "I hope everyone will be mentally prepared."

Under the seabed of the Xuantian Continent in the Earth Soul Realm, Ling Xiao once absorbed several souls from the Heaven Soul Realm from the belly of a nine-headed black ice snake.

Ling Xiao finally found the same scene as those few souls showed to Ling Xiao.

The scene of blood flowing into the sea and lying dead for thousands of miles is probably the result of this battle.

Ling Xiao didn't have time to think more, because there was a war over there.

"Ling Mietian, if you are able to commit suicide, I, Murong Huatian, promise in front of all my soldiers and priests that I will never kill any of your subordinates." Murong Huatian looked at Ling Mietian and said righteously.

"Haha..." Ling Mietian laughed strangely: "Murong Huatian, a Heavenly Soul Realm can only have one of our two heavens, either you die or I die. I was forced into this predicament by you today, if I It's fine if you lose the battle, let me surrender, don't talk about it!"

"Why are you so stubborn?" Murong Huatian continued to play his card of justice: "If I am the only Lord of the Three Realms in the Three Realms, there will be no more disputes in the world, and everyone can live a happy and peaceful life." day."

"The Lord of Soul is the greatest!"

"Swear to the death to support the Lord of Soul!"

Murong Huatian had just finished speaking, and the soldiers under his feet roared in unison like crazy, as if they had been brainwashed.

Murong Huatian pointed at these fighters, and proudly said to Ling Mietian: "Did you see that? This is the benefit of winning people's hearts."

Ling Mietian laughed loudly: "Murong Huatian, save your words to lie to yourself and those idiots. The world has always been diverse, and no one can unify the whole world into one. Anyone who wants to do this Those who did not end up well in the end.”

"How would you know if you don't try?" Murong Huatian snorted, "If you weren't fighting against this old man, this old man would have realized this great wish long ago!"

Ling Mietian looked at Murong Huatian with contempt: "This so-called great wish is just an excuse you made for your own ambition, right? Let you unify the Three Realms, and everyone in the Three Realms will drink your soul fluid in the future! "

Ling Mietian obviously knew what the liquid of the soul was, but when Ling Mietian said it, those who drank the liquid of the soul did not believe it at all, so Ling Mietian didn't bother to say it.

Some people are stupid enough to drink other people's urine, would you persuade such a fool?

"Although my demon soul masters behave perversely and cruelly, I have never had the intention of changing others." Speaking of this, Ling Mietian mentioned Tushen, pointed at Murong Huatian, and suddenly said angrily: "And you Murong Huatian is this kind of shameless person who wants others to treat you like a dog under the guise. It is because of your hypocrisy and shamelessness that Juan'er chose me and gave up on you!"

As soon as "Juan'er" was mentioned, Murong Huatian couldn't hold his breath any longer: "Ling Mietian, you stole my fiancée, I want to give you a chance for the sake of millions of innocent lives, you actually So ignorant of good and evil! If this is the case, then let you die together!"

According to the legend, the Lord of the Soul and the Lord of the Demon Soul fought because of a woman. Judging from today's situation, this legend is absolutely correct.

"You killed Juan'er, Murong Huatian, and I want to take your life too!" Ling Mietian's eyes flashed fiercely, and he shouted to his subordinates: "Brothers, avenge your sister-in-law!"

"Kill the old dog Murong!"

"Avenge my sister-in-law!"

Listening to the fighters on both sides shouting different slogans, Ling Xiao and the seven people felt dumbfounded.

The dream that Murong Huatian weaves is beautiful, and it is indeed worth many people's lives for it. On the other hand, what Ling Mietian said was very temperamental, he was commensurate with those warrior brothers, and gave everyone a sense of intimacy.

Some people pursue great ideals, while others seek the most authentic life. The two ideals that were not in conflict at first turned into fierce battles because of the differences between the two great figures, Murong Huatian and Ling Mietian. It is really a great tragedy. and irony.

"Boom..." "Boom..."

With the sound of the start of the catapult and the sound of the spar energy cannon on the mecha of the chariot, this ancient battle has officially begun!