Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

People from all over the mountains rushed forward, shouting and fighting.

People crowded people, people stepped on people.

There are no rules, no formations.

Nothing at all.

It's just a shock.

With several times more than the Niujiaoshan army, several times the number of people will go forward and succeed.

hear voices outside,

As the coach, Ma Zhengzhen couldn't calm down anymore.

Regardless of the person in front of him, he flew directly out of the tent.

When he saw the army of black lotus believers who were full of evil spirits and demonic energy, he was shocked.

"Pass my military order, line up, kill!!!!"

Compared to these disorganized believers.

The formation of the army is regular.

In just an instant, the formation around the barracks was touched, the power of the formation was swayed, countless stumped limbs and arms were swayed, and the bloody smell swayed the world, thousands of people died at this moment.

Incomparably shocked.

It's like purgatory on earth.

These crazy believers filled the formation outside the barracks one after another with their own lives.

Countless people shouted and roared towards the heavily armed Dagan soldiers.

These people are still fearless even if they are instantly killed after just one meeting.

In the void above the sky, the descending mother who manipulates people's hearts is constantly twirling the spider silk spewing out from behind.

Cover the world.

It releases the seven emotions and six desires in people's hearts, and expands the anger and fighting spirit in them.

Blurring the surrounding environment.

Surrounded by stumps and arms with pink tender flesh, they continued to expand in the eyes of the soldiers of the large army. At this moment, the battlefield was red.

That smear of blood was also smeared in the eyes of the soldiers who were constantly fighting.

As the fighting on the battlefield continued, explosions sounded one after another, and the vegetation was trampled down, the black soil was brought out and trampled, and the smell of the soil mixed with the smell of blood spread in the air.

At this moment, the war is black.

A variety of emotions were intertwined in their minds, and these soldiers seemed to have forgotten who they were going to kill.

It just keeps releasing the spiritual power in the body, and keeps swinging the knife, regardless of whether it is the enemy or the people on his own side.

They were all brought into the atmosphere of the battlefield by Jiang Mu.

Gong Wenji sat on Jiangmu's body: "Kill, kill, the more dead the better...々."

Whether they are believers or soldiers, their affiliation is Dagan, and they are constantly dying. The swords and soldiers will only let the luck that Dagan finally condensed begin to leak and wear away.

Return between heaven and earth.

Of course, in the eyes of Wu Ping and Yi Changsheng, such a tragic battle was just a child's play, but they just left an idea on Gong Wenji, and they went to do their own things.

Attack and kill the Dagan prince.

Using his blood as a guide, he found Daqian's ancestral tomb of Longmai.

Then break it and break up the luck of the Great Qian Yun Dynasty, this is their business.

Biyun Island.

One of the most fertile lands in Daqian.

It is also the most famous romantic place in Dagan.

Walking on the street, the eyes are full of bustling scenery.

Let people linger.

But Wu Ping's heart aches when he thinks that this place will encounter swordsmen in the future.

"Hey...it's a pretty good place, why is it in this world? It would be great if it was within the territory of the Seven Blood Sect Demon Kingdom."

Yi Changsheng smiled: "Hey, my brother is attracted by the beauty of this green cloud, why don't you give this place to me? I can help you with whatever you need.

Wu Ping gave him a blank look: "I said it casually, why do you take it seriously?"

During the conversation.

The boss who sells breakfast food brings up two drawers of buns and two bowls of tofu nao.

But Wu Ping didn't move.

Because he smelled the sweetness inside the tofu brain.

Frowning slightly: "Boss, are all your tofu nao sweet?"

"Hahaha, my brother is from another place. Our tofu nao is sweet and delicious. This is our specialty. You must try it. Even our prince likes it. .”

Wu Ping shook his head: "Forget it, let's destroy it, if the taste doesn't suit me, it's their biggest sin.

Yi Changsheng laughed out loud.

Turning around, he asked the boss who sold the breakfast food: "Boss heard that you guys are doing a lot of fun here? You must know that you are a local, right?"

Speaking of this, the owner who sells breakfast food became interested.

"Then you two are asking the right person. We are indeed engaging in a show of beauty, and it was organized by our Wenqing Building in Biyunzhou. Many dignitaries and dignitaries came." Even His Royal Highness came to match. "

"As we all know, Biyunzhou is famous for being rich in beauties in the whole Daqian. Today's empresses are all from our Biyunzhou."

"`||Moreover, this year's Qunfang Beauty Competition is even more incredible. Many surrounding states have sent people to participate. , princes and ministers, as well as His Royal Highness and His Royal Highness the Prince.

"Finally, nine oirans were selected, named Flower Gods."

"Perhaps when the time comes, His Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Prince will choose concubines from among the oirans when they are happy."

Wu Ping asked curiously: "Since there are nine oirans and one flower god, why do you choose a concubine? Wouldn't it be good to just take the flower god back?"

The owner of the breakfast restaurant smiled: "Guest officer, you are heretics, the God of Flowers is going to serve the current emperor, His Royal Highness and His Royal Highness...

Wu Ping sneered when he heard this: "I'm still doing this at a young age, no wonder this huge country is run by him, and it can be regarded as a good fortune from our ancestors."

"Hey (Qian's)!! Why do you talk like this, I'm afraid you are a barbarian from somewhere, so you don't know how to be polite..."

This shocking statement instantly aroused the dissatisfaction of the breakfast boss.

That's half the story.

He was captured by Yi Changsheng.

The owner of the breakfast shop raised his hand stiffly.

Yi Changsheng watched.

"Boss, your palm prints are pretty good, you don't look like a short-lived ghost.

Wu Ping raised his hand.

A bloodstain instantly appeared on the boss' palm.

He grinned his teeth in pain, but couldn't say anything.

"You look at it now."

Yi Changsheng nodded: "That's right, cut it from the middle, and die in middle age. I hope you will remember in your next life what it means to have a misfortune come from your mouth. Oh, and one more thing, don't make sweet tofu. My brother doesn't like it." eat.

Ask for flowers, ask for monthly tickets. .