A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Nine round suns in the sky!

Nine round suns suppressing down!

Boom!

The nine ancient princes of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan who were about to make a detour were bombarded by the sun head-on. A terrible explosion occurred, and the dead silent starry sky became extremely bright, shining for a moment.

The light dissipated slightly, revealing a figure.

From the ancient prince Mingtian to Cang Yan and everyone else, all the ancient princes led the army to charge forward, their fighting spirit rushed straight into the galaxy, and they wanted to rush to the sword cultivator at the fastest speed and smash his body.

However, their charge had just begun when a blue-gold sun fell from the sky, shattering all the charging edges. All the elite monks of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan had to stop as if they were forcibly hit by a big star.

"Ah..."

As the spiritual light dissipated, the thousand-foot-tall demon giant transformed by the ancient prince Mingtian, the ancient prince Cang Yan and others roared.

They were all charred like charcoal, and many of their flesh and blood were directly carbonized and turned into ash under the terrible high temperature. As their bodies trembled, a bloody body was exposed.

Many distorted forces of order merged into it silently.

"Ah! No..."

The thousand-foot-high galaxy demon gods transformed by the ancient emperors were only injured, but the millions of troops under their command were not so lucky.

Many kings, officers, and tens of thousands of elite monks of the Horned Demon Emperor clan only had time to scream before their bodies turned into white ash, without even a piece of bone or a piece of soul fragment.

The so-called immortal body of the monks of the Horned Demon Emperor clan was nothing but a falsehood in the face of higher-level power and was of no use.

"It's been an old tactic for many years."

"Who told you that sword cultivators are afraid of siege?"

Jiang Ding drew his sword again.

Nine blue-gold suns descended from the sky, bringing with them six circles of order, descending in all directions, bombarding the nine elite armies of the miserable Horned Demon Emperor Clan, not giving them any chance to breathe.

Many people often have a delusion.

Since the defense of the sword cultivators is weak, it is possible for lower-level cultivators to break their defenses, so wouldn't it be better for me to siege them from all directions with multiple people?

This is a wonderful fantasy.

Sword light splitting!

This sword technique of the first realm of swordsmanship plays an extremely important role in the sword cultivator's combat system. It can not only split nine sword lights, but can split hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands!

This is still a passive coping method.

Once the enemy is scattered and the coordination is a little worse, they will be instantly broken into the army by the sword cultivator's flying sword, beheading the generals, and then the formation will instantly collapse, and the enemy will usher in a very boring massacre for the sword cultivator.

Moreover, even if the sword cultivator is besieged and approached by others, it is not so dangerous. Close combat is simply the instinct of the sword cultivator.

In addition, sword cultivators can escape. Usually, the ability of sword cultivators to escape is as strong as their attacking ability. This is the result of years of sword fighting. Sword cultivators with poor escape ability died in the process of growth.

Sword cultivators are a profession unique to the human race, the dominant race in the endless starry sky. There is no way there will be any huge shortcomings.

As long as you are strong enough, all problems can be solved.

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

In the dead galaxy, round after round of blue-gold suns fell from the sky and fell into the army led by the nine ancient emperors of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. They were bombarded again and again, and the galaxy space was broken, healed, and broken again. Each time, it represented the death of tens of thousands of elite cultivators of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, and they were annihilated into ashes.

The overall strength of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan's army was slowly but irreversibly decreasing.

"No!"

"It can't be like this anymore!"

The ancient prince Mingtian roared.

In the repeated retreats, he began to lose patience and used the secret method of the military way to stimulate the potential of the soldiers and officers in the army. He burst out all his blood and energy, and his body was as hot as a furnace. It was a life as big as a mountain that was blooming its own brilliance.

Countless elite monks of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan had bloodshot eyes and were extremely crazy. Their magic power and blood were restless.

"Great, powerful, gods, demons, descend!"

The ancient prince Mingtian spoke word by word.

Buzz!

In the endless starry sky, there seemed to be some unknown and trembling existence, casting a tiny glance here, following the established Taoist rituals, offering an agreement, and dropping a tiny power here.

This power contains a higher-level will.

The Great Power God and Demon Venerable!

Jiang Ding's scalp was slightly numb, and he instantly became honest and held his breath.

At this moment, this terrifying figure, who might even be a fairy, was a conceptual being that descended from the sky. Any thought of his was enough to kill countless lives, even those at the Void Refining Stage.

Fortunately, such a terrible thing did not happen.

A race like the Horned Demon Emperor could not drive such a terrifying figure to fight for them. They just followed the rituals passed down from ancient times, paid a terrible price, and worshipped him day and night, just to summon a tiny bit of his power at a certain moment. And it did not involve the will of that being. It was just a predetermined response reserved by him between heaven and earth, like program logic.

This ray of power that appeared was extremely small, even from the perspective of Jiang Ding, it was so weak, less than one thousandth of the strength of a Qi Refining cultivator's whole body mana.

However, the power contained in it was too terrifying.

It was like a trigger, not providing spiritual energy, but providing a way to reorganize power, reorganizing the power of the ancient prince Mingtian in an instant.

"Ahhh..."

Instantly, the face of the ancient prince Mingtian showed a painful and twisted look.

Countless meridian runes twisted and deformed on his body, and even his soul was forcibly changed. In an instant, he became bloodthirsty and crazy, and there was only crazy killing intent in his body.

This change was completed in an instant.

Buzz!

A chaotic and unclear shadow of the powerful demon god appeared behind the body of the ancient prince Mingtian.

This figure was extremely tall and majestic. Only a huge head shadow shaped like a bull's horn could be seen. Everything else was blurry and could not be seen clearly.

But!

The title of the powerful demon god venerable appeared clearly between heaven and earth.

The moment this shadow appeared, all the power order rules in all directions became different, complicated and exquisite, as beautiful as natural crystal, everything was mysterious and wonderful.

All changes ended here.

That terrible and unknown will slowly disappeared and no longer existed.

It was not that this terrifying existence favored the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, but it was an exchange. This existence used something he didn't care about to exchange something with the beings in the endless universe, piling up soil to form a mountain, accumulating water to form a sea, gathering some things in the endless time of the endless universe, to accomplish something.

"Sword cultivator..."

"You deserve to die!"

The ancient prince Mingtian woke up slightly from his painful and twisted state.

He stared at the young man in blue with manic murderous intent.

The shadow of the powerful god and demon followed his gaze, and the power of order in the space of tens of thousands of miles instantly became exquisite and complicated, forming a kind of terrible pressure similar to nature, which was at least several times more powerful.

The eyes of the young man in blue gradually became excited and hot, and no longer looked sick.