A Demon’s Path

Seeing that Xia Yuhua was safe and sound, Ling Xiao let out a long breath of relief, and then shouted loudly at Xia Yuhua who was in the formation: "You damn woman, I'm worried about you, can't I just call your name?"

Ling Xiao was in a bad mood. If it was normal, he wouldn't yell at Xia Yuhua like this, but today's special situation made Ling Xiao, who was able to control his emotions very well, couldn't help but explode .

After being yelled at by Ling Xiao, Xia Yuhua was not angry at all, and smiled like a flower: "Okay, I will allow you, a naughty little brother, to be bad once."

Ling Xiao was speechless for a while, snorted softly, and focused on other places.

Just now, Jia Tianxia's move of Heaven and Earth Rupture killed more than 200,000 fighters from both sides. Its power is not insignificant.

Seeing that their leader was so indiscriminate between the enemy and the enemy, the gold-armored warriors in the Tower of Gods and Demons no longer had the fighting spirit, and let the enemy fight fiercely until they became numb.

They were indeed numb, watching their comrades fall from their side one by one, without any trace of panic or sadness in their eyes.

Many gold-armored warriors suddenly thought of what they were fighting so hard for now. Is it just for the glory of the Tower of Gods and Demons?

Even so, is the glory of the Tower of Gods and Demons really that important? The glory is always only those upper-level priests and the master of the soul, Murong Huatian, and has nothing to do with them, the low-level fighters who work hard.

They originally lived in an environment of self-deception, always thinking that the glory of the tower of gods and demons was their glory.

It wasn't until Jia Tianxia attacked indiscriminately, that these golden armored warriors realized that in the eyes of those high priests, they were just dispensable little ants.

It's not that they haven't thought about surrendering, but they also know that the soul oath they made doesn't allow them to surrender.

If there is an act of surrender, it must be the end of the ghost, and even the chance of reincarnation is gone.

Forget it, I'm tired anyway, so let the soul take a good rest.

As a result, an extremely strange thing happened on the first battlefield: first, some people threw down the weapons in their hands very negatively, and rammed their chests at the enemy's weapons.

Afterwards, more and more gold-armored warriors also followed their comrades' example and slammed into the enemy's muzzle like moths to a flame.

The spears pierced through the bodies of the golden armored warriors of the Tower of Gods and Demons one after another, and the soldiers of the Qinglantian Alliance were surprised to find that there were relieved smiles on the faces of these dead enemies.

"There is nothing more sad than heartbreak..." Bai Kui, who was also a soldier, naturally understood what was going on in the hearts of these golden-armored fighters from the Tower of Gods and Demons, and he let out a long and sad sigh.

For these golden armored warriors who are used to living in the glory of the tower of gods and demons, what is more sad than to find themselves just a tool of their leader?

After their dreams were shattered, they no longer had the courage to face the broken reality in this desperate situation, so they chose to die.

Sometimes death isn't the scariest thing. The most frightening thing is to find that there is no point in living.

The battle on the first battlefield ended like this.

On the second battlefield, the battle between Wu Cheng, Bai Yunhe and Longzhen had already come to an end.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the battle between Wu Cheng and Bai Yunhe, Long Zhen spent three days carving a large formation on the ground.

Wu Cheng was led into the dragon formation by Bai Yunhe, and Wu Cheng was trapped by countless purple rays of light.

Bai Yunhe's speed was insanely fast, before Wu Cheng could tear away the trapped light from the dragon formation, he pierced his throat with his unparalleled sharp crane claws.

Wu Cheng's eyes were wide open, fully showing his unwillingness before dying.

He had just become Priest B, and had just comprehended the assassination skills and killing area of ​​his master B Sha, but he had not had time to show off his might, so he died here so uselessly.

He is not reconciled, really not reconciled.

"Hey, give me some credit!" Huang Ya jumped out suddenly, swung her double hammers and slammed at Wu Cheng.

Pop! Wu Cheng's body was like a watermelon dropped on the ground, and the red stuff spilled all over the ground.

No dead body!

Looking at Huang Ya who was covered in blood, Long Zhen was speechless.

"If Qian'er is like her, I'll just hit him to death." Long Zhen secretly despised Huang Ya, but he didn't expect this woman to show off to Long Zhen complacently: "I killed eight thousand eight by myself. One hundred and eighty enemies, isn't it amazing?"

Long Zhen snorted, and "praise" contemptuously: "Yes, you are really a good Sanba."

Since Longzhen, the word "March 8" has been spread, and it has become the name of a special group of women.

On the third battlefield, Bing Longzi and Lei Xiaohua couldn't do anything to each other. At the end of the battle, the two of them were almost exhausted.

In this battle, if there is no Ah Ji by his side, whoever wins or loses is possible.

However, Ah Ji has rested and prepared for three days, and what he has been waiting for is this opportunity.

Ah Ji, who was sitting cross-legged, stood up, threw away the huge bow on his back, and fixed his eyes on Bing Longzi in the air.

"You monster who is neither human nor dragon, now is the time for you to pay back the lives of my parents and the whole clan!"

I saw Aji took a step back with one foot, arched his body, and made a bow and string movement with both hands, aiming at Binglongzi above the sky.

Originally, Ah Ji didn't have a bow and arrow in his hand, but as Ah Ji pulled the bow and pulled the string, a bow and arrow completely transformed from soul power suddenly appeared in his hands.

Aji drew the bow very slowly, the veins on his forehead burst out, and beads of sweat rolled down.

It is conceivable how much soul power Aji needs to use to draw this bow.

"Yeah—" With Ah Ji's roar, his body suddenly glowed with a dazzling purple light. At the same time, Aji's hand pulling the string suddenly released, and an arrow with soul power like the tail of a comet flew out instantly.

Chi - the arrow of purple soul power burned the air where it passed, and shot towards Bing Longzi with a roar!

"Damn it!" Bing Longzi was exhausted from fighting Lei Xiaohua, when Ah Ji's arrow knocked his limbs apart.

The momentum and power of this arrow made Bing Longzi feel threatened. He didn't dare to be careless, and quickly sacrificed his white robe for self-defense to resist the arrow.

Bing Longzi had no choice but to do this. He knew that the opponent's bow and arrow had locked him firmly, so he had no way to dodge, so he could only carry it hard.

If he didn't sacrifice the priest's white robe, if he got hit by Lei Xiaohua when he was holding that arrow, he would be blasted into cooked dragon meat by Lei Xiaohua's Thunder Dragon.

Although it was ugly to take off the white priest robe, it was better than dying.

Bing Longzi was thinking that his priest's robe could save his life, when the bow and arrow pierced through the priest's white robe with a whoosh and shot straight at his heart!

Bing Longzi's face changed, and he quickly turned himself into a dragon body, trying to use his hard body to resist the arrow.

With a "bang", the arrow of soul power hit the surface of his heart, and was blocked by the hard dragon scales.

"Haha, just because you slipped through the net and wanted to kill this priest, there is no way!" Bing Longzi was proud in his heart, but before he had time to be proud, he found that his physical condition was very strange .

There is actually a strange soul power swimming in his body like a fish playing in water!

"Bastard, you actually use your soul power to materialize your murderous intent!" Bing Longzi finally realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

Wherever the weird soul power hit, it smashed that part of his body to pieces. At this time, his body was intact on the outside, but his body had already turned into a pile of slime.

"Wow——" Bing Longzi spat out his mouth, and countless blood mud spit out from his mouth. The scene was extremely bloody and disgusting!

"Go to hell!" Lei Xiaohua casually threw a Thunder Dragon Ball, and a dragon ball with lightning and the size of a basketball from another world flew towards Bing Longzi.

Boom—crack—Bing Longzi's body was smashed into pieces by the Thunder Dragon Ball, breaking into countless pieces of electrified corpses, squeaking, emitting layers of scorched stench.

"Haha, it's done!" Lei Xiaohua panted heavily, and roared happily several times: "Happy, happy!"

Ah Ji rolled his eyes at this guy, and with a thud, he fell straight to the ground.

Lei Xiaohua was startled, and rushed to Ah Ji's side. It wasn't until he found out that Ah Ji had just fainted from exhaustion, and then he was relieved.

"Boy, we are all dragons, and our opponent is also a dragon. If our opponent is dead, you can't die!" Lei Xiaohua said while sitting on the ground, chatting with Ah Ji who had passed out.

There is no way, his battle is over, but he can't get out, so he can only chat with this kind of person.

The battle of Priest Wu, Lan Ya, was also coming to an end, but the end of the battle was beyond everyone's expectations.

Tianpengniao destroyed Lan Ya's giant airship abruptly with his powerful strength, and at the same time injured himself, making him directly become a spectator sitting on the sidelines watching the fun.

Lan Ya, who lost her giant flying ship, got into a chariot and fought with Zou Wei's pink killer.

The troops on both sides are almost exhausted, and now it depends on who the leaders of both sides will win.

In this battle, the two women who controlled the chariot became the key to the outcome!

bang... bang... bang... bang...

The two sides come and go, and the two huge mechs collide with each other, each winning or losing.

It's just that, the further the battle got to the back, the more the chariots of both sides looked like a pile of moving scrap iron, and even the normal movement of the mechs was accompanied by the sound of the mechs being damaged.

Facing Zou Wei, a female mecha master who was evenly matched with her, Lan Ya's eyes glowed with a strange light: "Ling Xiao's woman? Hmph, even if I can't beat you, it's okay to drag you to die together!"

After thinking about it, the crazy Lan Ya manipulated the black chariot, and swooped towards Zou Wei's pink killer like a vicious dog!