I seized the Demon Emperor

Following Chen Luoyang's order, chaos immediately broke out in the opponent's camp.

Zhao Zhenyang, the general of the Northern Guard of the Great Xia Dynasty, looked down at his abdomen in astonishment.

There, a bloody knife tip poked out of his right abdomen.

The knife came from behind.

If he hadn't been vigilant and dodged at the last moment, the knife would have hit the back of his heart and stabbed out of his chest.

The owner of the hand holding the knife is named Yang Ke.

General of the Western Wei of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Everyone around him looked at him in shock. Some people wanted to step forward to help Zhao Zhenyang, but their hearts tightened and their hands and feet felt numb.

In the sky, under Chen Luoyang's dark golden eyes, a group of people felt as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs, weighing them down and suffocating them.

That was not a mental illusion, but real oppression both mentally and physically.

As for Zhao Zhenyang, who was stabbed into the lower back and out of the abdominal cavity by Yang Ke, a thought quickly flashed through his mind.

"You... didn't betray before the battle, but you surrendered to the Demon Cult a long time ago! Just like the bright mirror of Qingliang Temple..."

Yang Ke nodded: "I am Long Si, the dragon outside the Qinglong Palace."

"As expected..." After hearing this, everyone felt that it was indeed the case.

The three dragons outside the Qinglong Palace are all top masters who have secretly joined the Demon Cult.

etc……

Long Si?

Everyone was startled again, their hearts tightened, shrouded by the emerging shadow.

At this moment, another roar came out: "Third brother, you are very good!"

Feng Chunyi, the head of the Feng family in Northern Xinjiang, one of the three great families in the Xia Dynasty, looked in disbelief.

At this moment, a handprint suddenly appeared on his back.

This handprint condensed with frost and stayed on Feng Chunyi's back for a long time.

Everyone knows this Kung Fu, and no one is more familiar with it than "Shang Shang Jingxue" Feng Chunyi himself.

Because that is the highest secret skill passed down from his Feng family, the Wind and Snow Divine Palm.

The Feng family relied on this unique skill to dominate the northern frontier of Xia Dynasty, and at the same time, they often competed with foreign masters.

But the head of the family, Feng Chunyi, never thought that one day he would receive such a slap.

And this palm. It comes from the other Martial King besides him in the Feng family, "June Blizzard" Feng Taiping.

The strength gap between Feng Taiping and Feng Chunyi is larger than the strength gap between Yang Ke and Zhao Zhenyang.

If Feng Chunyi hadn't been injured in a previous confrontation with a master of the Demon Cult, it would have been difficult for Feng Tianping to have achieved such results even if he had made a sneak attack.

But that's not what Feng Chunyi was thinking about now. He looked at the brothers of the same race opposite him in disbelief.

Feng Taiping put down his palm and looked at him calmly: "Brother, you don't have to look at me like this. Yes, I am also a dragon outside the Qinglong Palace of the Divine Religion, and I joined the Divine Religion earlier than General Yang. I am Long Er."

Feng Chunyi said solemnly: "In order to replace me as the head of the family, you took refuge in the Demon Cult?"

"Actually not." Feng Taiping said: "Brother, if you are aware of current affairs, you still have a chance now."

He looked around at the astonished crowd, especially those Xia Dynasty warriors.

"I joined the divine religion because the leader was so powerful. I firmly believe that this religion will achieve hegemony and rule China.

Secondly, it’s because I feel unwilling to do so.

This reluctance is not against you, eldest brother, but against the Xia Dynasty and my Feng family.

Li Yuanlong's wolfish ambition to suppress our three major families is known to everyone, including the divine sect and foreign races.

It is true that among the three families, he seems to have given slight preferential treatment to our Feng family, but we all know the reason. It is because he wants our Feng family to act as a watchdog for his Xia Dynasty and face the threat of foreign races.

I have seen that our Feng family has been suppressed by Li Yuanlong over the years, and we have to act as a shield for him. Brother, you are so stubborn, how can I accept it? "

Hearing what he said, a warrior from the Xia Dynasty could not help but curse: "What a bunch of nonsense rebels! If I, Daxia, were not behind me, how could your little Feng family resist so many masters from the foreign race?"

"Li Yuanlong has been thinking about poaching my Feng family all day long, so he is qualified to say this." Feng Taiping said calmly: "Taking a step back, if our Feng family is destined to surrender to others, why should we choose Li Yuanlong? My God The leader of the sect, Tianwei, swept through the eight wastelands of China. Isn't he much stronger than Li Yuanlong? Both the Xia Dynasty and other races have been destroyed by this sect."

While speaking, he looked at the head of the family, Feng Chunyi.

Feng Chunyi's face was as dark as water and he said nothing.

Feng Taiping said: "Brother, it is right for you to be angry with me, but please consider the children of my Feng family. Li Yuanlong has committed suicide. Do we, the Feng family, still want to be loyal to this person who has been suppressing us and stay with his broken ship?" sink together?"

Feng Chunyi said nothing.

But Feng Taiping could see that the other party had actually been shaken.

In fact, it was not that other Feng family members raised this point on their way westward.

It's just that many people are limited to their inherent thinking and believe that there is a difference between good and evil, and they should not succumb to the threat of force from the devil's religion.

But now, the Demon King is here in person, and the sense of oppression brought by this is completely unmatched by other masters of the Demon Cult before.

The two sides are not on the same level at all.

The aura that seemed like a catastrophe, just standing there, destroyed the courage and will of most people present, and plunged everyone into despair.

In this case, Feng Taiping's words not only increased the lethality exponentially, but also amplified it dozens or hundreds of times.

"Brother, the current era is the era of my divine religion. The vast land of China now is the vast land of my divine religion. Where I offended you before, I will let you punish me without any complaints. But at this moment, please You think about our Feng family."

The head of the family, Feng Chunyi, looked around, looking at the children of the Feng family who were covered with hardships on their way to escape, and then looked at Feng Taiping in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh up to the sky.

Regardless of his injuries, he turned around with difficulty and slowly knelt down to Chen Luoyang, who was standing above Yan Long in mid-air: "Please... leader, please be merciful and forgive me and others for our sins."

Before he finished speaking, a loud shout suddenly sounded from the side.

Daxia Northern Guard General Zhao Zhenyang, who was seriously injured by Yang Ke, suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade that pierced his abdomen.

Then he held a dark divination-shaped halberd in his hand, swung it upside down, and struck Yang Ke behind him!

Although Yang Ke was on guard, he didn't expect to be so seriously injured. Zhao Zhenyang struck suddenly and displayed his strength as if he was ignoring his own injuries.

The long knife has been caught by the opponent. Yang Ke, who has experienced many battles, did not insist on drawing the knife to resist, but directly let go and retreated to avoid it.

However, Zhao Zhenyang's pitch-black halberd was as fast as lightning and struck Yang Ke in an instant.

However, that’s where it ends.

Black airflow appeared out of thin air and wrapped around Zhao Zhenyang's body, restricting his movements.

The halberd that struck in front of Yang Ke could no longer fall.

Everyone present was shocked to find that there were black air currents like silk ribbons everywhere, floating in the air, covering everyone.

Everyone feels short of breath, has difficulty exerting their strength, is filled with boredom, and is surrounded by hallucinations.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be countless black dragons, roaring in unison, chanting scriptures and preaching the Dharma.

Black lotuses surge from the ground, and the bells of the Brahma are shrill and shrill.

The sky is full of black Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Jieyi...

"The evil land of ultimate bliss, the devil conquers all living beings!"

Everyone looked up to the sky and saw Chen Luoyang above Yan Long, still standing casually with his hands behind his back.

But above his head, the dark giant Buddha sat cross-legged, with the reversed "swastika" character in his palm spinning constantly.

Everyone is desperate.

The Demon Emperor is here, and they have no chance to fight back.

Chen Luoyang made a move with Tathagata's devil's palm. It was just a hand gesture, and the power of the palm manifested, making it difficult for everyone to move.

Zhao Zhenyang was restrained by the black energy and could not move.

The wound on his abdomen was bleeding more.

Yang Ke, who was in no danger, looked at the other party and shook his head: "Why bother? Neither you nor I have the surname Li. There is no need to bury him with the Li family. Haven't you seen that even the former King of Han, the official Have the Li family also submitted to my religion?"

Zhao Zhenyang let out a long breath: "Bing charcoal is different from the furnace. You don't understand what loyalty is, but I do.

Although His Majesty has died at the hands of the Demon Emperor, since Zhao has become an official of Daxia, he must protect the land and people of Daxia and fight to the end against all foreign enemies!

As for you, a swaying villain, I will wait under the underworld, waiting for the day when the demon sect is destroyed, to see if you will vote for a new master! "

"Then you will never wait for that day." Yang Ke said calmly without changing his expression: "I, the leader of the Divine Religion, will live forever, and the Divine Religion will never be defeated. I don't have the same worries as you."

Zhao Zhenyang sneered again and again.

Chen Luoyang, who was standing on the dragon's head, said calmly: "Loyalty is admirable, but it is also foolish. If I try to persuade him to do something against me, it's not good, so I'll just grant him his wish."

"I will obey the order of the leader." Yang Ke said, and immediately took action and killed Zhao Zhenyang.

Chen Luoyang looked at Feng Chunyi and Feng Taiping on the other side: "Go to Luoyang City, I will make arrangements for you later."

According to the usual practice, those who have the blood of demon sect disciples on their hands will still be punished with death. Although the others will be punished, there is still hope of saving their lives.

Feng Chunyi lowered his head: "Thank you, Master, for your kindness."

Some of the Feng family disciples, who knew they would die, became restless.

But facing Feng Taiping who was in the realm of King Wu, all their struggles were in vain.

Chen Luoyang calmly looked down at the others below.

"Submit or perish."

Everyone present looked at the surrendered Feng family, and then at the dying Zhao Zhenyang and others, and suddenly began to become restless and divided.

Compared to the remnants of the Xia Dynasty, many people from the Zhao family in Weishui surrendered to the demon sect one after another.

Some of the Zhao family disciples who had killed or injured demon sect disciples were begging for mercy in fear, or trying to fight back desperately, but they could not make any trouble.

The scene was in chaos.

Against the backdrop of the scene of the Blissful Bad Land manifested in Chen Luoyang's palm, it was even more like a scene of demons dancing wildly.

Among the people present, the only ones who were relatively stable were the monks.

Although the monks with lower cultivation levels were affected by the Tathagata's demonic palm, they also had illusions. However, an old monk stood in front of everyone, barely holding up the glass Buddha light, and using his pure intention to eliminate the demonic intention for everyone.

Chen Luoyang looked at his old acquaintance Master Mingjue, the "Bidding Maha" and said, "If there is a way to restore the cultivation of the Thirteenth Realm, wouldn't you give it a try in the last moment of your life?"

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