Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 447 The Purple Sky Holy Land is Destroyed

Smoke and dust floated in the sky, and Shu Qingyun lay in a deep pit, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and despair on his face.

After severely injuring Shu Qingyun, Huo Qubing glanced at them, ignored them, and began to target the other powerful men in Zixiao Holy Land and fly away.

Every attack represents the death of a supreme being.

On the battlefield, he is the hand of death!

Soon, all the masters in Zixiao Holy Land were slaughtered by him. Whether they were quasi-emperor warriors or emperor-level warriors, they were as weak as ants in front of him.

After taking care of the strong men, Huo Qubing carried the blood-stained soldiers and suspended them in mid-air, quietly paying attention to the battlefield.

Next, it’s time to train!

In the lofty mountains, the desert army divided into ten armies to encircle and suppress the disciples of the Zixiao Holy Land. There were sounds of fighting everywhere, in the Qionglou Palace, in the dense forest.

Battlefields everywhere!

Wherever the army passed, the spiritual springs were red with blood, and the mountain roads were covered with corpses.

Time passes slowly.

In less than three hours, the desert army had occupied most of the Zixiao Holy Land. Looking around, there were corpses everywhere on the ground.

The billowing evil energy surged into the sky, turning the clouds into blood color. They piled up so thickly that it looked like the sky was falling.

I don't know when it snowed heavily.

Affected by the evil spirit and blood energy, the snow that should have been crystal clear has now turned into blood red, falling on the big trees, on the eaves, and on the stone paths.

Also, on the corpse!

The whole world is reflected in red.

It was getting late, and the bones and red snow painted a picture of heaven and earth being buried together.

"kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In a piece of bright red snowflakes, a desert sergeant was stained red with blood, his eyes were scarlet, revealing a violent murderous intention, and he was charging continuously.

"How terrible!"

A surviving Zixiao Sect disciple murmured, looking at the invincible desert army galloping on the battlefield, his face suddenly turned pale and showed no will to fight.

After hesitating for a moment, he dropped his weapon and knelt on the ground.

Two lines of tears burst from my eyes.

Seeing someone surrendering, the other disciples couldn't hold on anymore and knelt down one after another to surrender.

When the desert sergeant rushed forward and saw the Zixiao Holy Land disciples surrendering, he was slightly startled, his scarlet eyes showed a hint of clarity, and he did not raise his butcher knife.

They looked at Huo Qubing, who was hanging in the air, with a hint of inquiry.

"Those who surrender will not be killed!"

Huo Qubing shouted loudly and nodded with satisfaction.

Among the main battle armies of the Qin Dynasty, the Desert Chang Army rarely participated in large-scale wars. Compared with the "Green Dragon Army" and "White Tiger Army" and other armies, the Desert Chang Army lived more like living in an ivory tower.

He is confident that the desert army has extraordinary combat effectiveness, first-class military theory, and first-class military strength!

but!

He can't guarantee that the Desert Chang Army has first-class military quality!

Therefore, he took the initiative to attack the Zixiao Holy Court, and allowed the army to attack the disciples and soldiers of the Zixiao Holy Land endlessly. The purpose was to hone the psychological quality of the desert sergeants.

It is rare for an army in the desert to be able to avoid sinking and maintain a certain level of sanity amidst the endless killings on the battlefield.

"As you command!"

The desert sergeants saluted and began to take prisoners into custody.

The disciples who surrendered in Zixiao Holy Land breathed a sigh of relief quietly, looking at the bloody slaughterhouse with mixed emotions.

Should they be grateful to have survived?

Or should we mourn the demise of our sect? What about the death of our colleagues?

The human heart is so complex!

After the battle was over, Huo Qubing broke through the air and landed next to Shu Qingyun.

At this moment, most of Shu Qingyun's body was buried in the snowflakes, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, his lips were black, and he could see that he was breathing out more and breathing in less.

"The battle is over!"

Huo Qubing said calmly.

"Then give me a pleasure!"

Shu Qingyun opened his eyes and said in vain, with a hint of desire in his dim eyes.

Witness the sect’s destruction!

Witnessing the tragic deaths of family members and friends!

Quietly experience the flow of life!

The sorrow in his heart, the sadness in his heart, and the despair in his heart made him experience the most cruel punishment in the world, and he just wanted to die!

"In the next life, don't be a human being! Don't be an enemy of Great Qin!"

Huo Qubing said softly, waved his right hand, and burst out a burst of energy, completely understanding Shu Qingyun's vitality, turning into a pool of blood and blending with the snowflakes.

At this time, a stream of light flew over.

"General, my subordinates captured the Great Elder of Zixiao Holy Land. He said he had something important to report!"

The person who came was a deputy general of the Desert Army, his face was stained with blood, his bright armor turned into bloody armor, and he carried a strong murderous aura that turned the void red.

"Lead the way!"

Huo Qubing ordered, showing interest.

Under the leadership of the deputy general, Huo Qubing came to a dense forest outside the main peak and saw the great elder of Zixiao Holy Land whose Dantian had been destroyed and was dying.

"My general is here, tell me if you have anything to say!" the deputy general said loudly.

The Great Elder raised his head and said to Huo Qubing: "General, the three major forces have taken refuge in the Yongsheng Pavilion, formed the 'Three Holy Temples', and decided to counterattack Great Qin from the Zixiao Dao Domain!"

"By the way, Yongsheng Pavilion has dispatched three origin great emperor warriors, three eternal great emperor warriors, six eternal great emperor warriors, and eight ancient great emperor warriors."

The weak voice echoed in the forest.

When Huo Qubing heard this, his pupils shrank sharply, but he quickly regained his composure and asked curiously: "As the Great Elder of Zixiao Holy Land, why did you tell me these secrets?"

"For revenge!"

The great elder's dull eyes showed strong resentment, and then he smiled miserably and said: "I have told you everything I know about the situation, believe it or not!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out!

The lieutenant general was slightly startled and quickly stepped forward to check. He shook his head and said, "General, he committed suicide!"

Huo Qubing nodded, his expression calm, as if he didn't care at all about the death of the great elder.

"General, can you believe his words?"

The deputy general stood up with a solemn expression.

The three major forces have taken refuge in the Yongsheng Pavilion. This is not good news.

If it is true, Da Qin will have a terrifying enemy, and this war that is sure to win may change again.

"He has a death wish. It doesn't sound like a lie. It should be true!"

Huo Qubing took a breath and said in a condensed voice: "You are responsible for the post-war finishing work, and I will pass the news to the court and the generals on the front line!"

The deputy general nodded and watched Huo Qubing leave.

When Zixiao Holy Land was destroyed, Qionghua Holy Land and Thousand Demons Holy Land received news asking for help.

"Send the order, the army assembles and rushes to the Zixiao Dao Domain!"

In the Qionghua Holy Land, Zheng Guiqiong ordered loudly, and the terrifying imperial power spread, causing the withered flowers and dead trees to bloom into colorful stamens in spring.

In an instant, cold winter turns to spring!

The war drums were beating, and countless soldiers gathered to form a huge formation.

Countless soldiers pointed their fingers at the sky, their sharp edges revealed.

"My sons, follow me on the expedition!"

In the Thousand Demons Holy Court, Xiong Lie was suspended in mid-air, overlooking the endless alien army, and commanded boldly.

All races come out together, and the demonic energy covers the sky!

He firmly believes that this battle will be won!

(End of chapter)