My practice narration is weird

The city wall outside Tianlan City seemed to be covered with a layer of haze at this moment.

A huge black shadow lingered in the sky, accompanied by the turbulent sound of wind, its wings flapped lightly, and there was a faint flash of lightning.

There was a flying fire meteor with magical power blooming, rising from the city wall and heading towards the figure hovering in the sky, but with a wave of its wings, the powerful magical power dissipated.

Thunder light poured down and fell on the city wall with a ferocious roar, making the entire city wall tremble.

However, there is a faint barrier revealed next to the Tianlan City Wall.

This is the formation that countless Taoist disciples have come down from the mountain and laid out for each city since the war with the demon clan began.

But the light kept flickering, and the formation set up by the Taoist sect was already somewhat unable to hold up.

Just because this is a demon emperor who has revealed his true form.

Purple rain heron.

Zhao Changhe, who fell among the ruins, narrowed his eyes with difficulty and looked at the sky.

The Purple Rain Heron was injured, and there was a bloody scar on its wings, which was caused by a sword wound.

Zhao Changhe knew that it was not left by him, but by the Sword Sect leader on the front line.

This Purple Rain Heron must have forced its way across the front lines and arrived at Tianlan City.

It was also because of the injury that he was able to detect his aura so easily and had time to activate the formation.

Zhao Changhe squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but felt relieved in his heart.

The front line should not have been breached, otherwise there wouldn't just be a demon emperor coming.

It's just that the Sword Sect leader was probably held back by the other Six Realm Demon Emperors at this moment, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed this Ziyu Heron to come here.

"But this damn girl is in the Sixth Realm..." Zhao Changhe cursed in a low voice and then stood up with difficulty.

He glanced around and saw that the young man named Wu Yi had disappeared.

Did you leave first?

Zhao Changhe was not surprised. Although his breath was weak, the look in his eyes was dull.

I should have known this.

Even if the Demon King of the Sixth Realm was injured, it was not something that the two of them from the Fifth Realm could match.

Na Wuyi was not from the Heavenly Prison, so being able to help him a little before was already pretty good.

Tianquan is undoubtedly the pinnacle of the three middle realms. He has survived the calamity of inner demons and takes the name of Tianzi as his head. He is very different from Yuheng of the fifth realm.

The formation was now fragmented.

No one could stop the Demon King's offensive, and it looked like the formation would collapse in just a few moments.

The Demon King of the Sixth Realm breaks through the formation and enters the city. Can he tear everyone in the city into pieces?

But Zhao Changhe knew in his heart that the most terrifying thing was not this matter.

But the Heavenly Prison, the eighth floor of the Heavenly Prison.

The eighth level that the demon clan has been thinking about since the very beginning.

Although he had never stepped into the eighth floor, Zhao Changhe knew what was inside.

Weird.

He still remembered that he had asked the young warden, Lu Qingshan, who had abandoned his identity as a national master and traveled thousands of miles to come to a small border town.

"What will happen if the things inside escape?" Zhao Changhe asked with a smile.

Lu Qingshan also answered with a smile.

"It depends on the situation. If only one comes out, I think it's fine. If there are two, it's a bit troublesome..."

"What if there are three of them, or all of them escape?" Zhao Changhe didn't take it seriously.

Lu Qingshan also answered with a smile.

"Well, just relax, laugh first, and that's it."

"Why?" Zhao Changhe was confused.

Can laughter solve the weirdness?

"It's better to die laughing than to die crying, isn't it?" the young warden responded with a smile.

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"Speaking of which, what is the inner demon calamity of the demon? Could it be that he was eaten by someone?" Zhao Changhe chuckled, and then the falling breath suddenly became silent.

The old man closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes were already blood red.

There is a limit to the level improvement brought by Burning Blood, and just one level of Burning Blood cannot raise his level to the Sixth Realm.

Then burn blood twice.

Zhao Changhe stretched out his palm, spread it out, and then clenched his fist tightly again, feeling the surge of breath in his body.

"call……"

The breath continued to surge, but blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his old skin turned red at this moment.

He has only taught this magical power to one person.

But thinking about that young man, he didn't know that Burning Blood could also activate the second level.

Such a life-threatening challenge to one's own limits, haha, only a madman would try it.

The remaining four realm great supernatural powers on the side naturally sensed this aura, with a hint of astonishment in their eyes as they looked at Zhao Changhe.

"Master Zhao, you..."

Is this a life-threatening situation?

Zhao Changhe waved his hand and just said.

"Military formation."

The military formation was a major means by which the Great Yan Imperial Court was able to defeat a coalition of sects whose numbers were several times their own.

Among the major sects, there has been such a magical power since ancient times. People who practice the same source of skills can form an formation to temporarily gather the power of the same source into one person.

This is why within the Sword Sect, when it comes to discussions about swords and qi, qi always takes the upper hand.

The distinction between sword energy has existed since ancient times. Swordsmanship is a skill or a way. It is easy to get started but difficult to master.

Qi is the means and the facade of support.

During this period, the Qi connection between each other cannot be cut off, and there is a distance limit. In addition, there are many side effects.

But in the end, those who can gather this power can practice more and more, reaching a level beyond themselves.

But a sect is just a sect.

As for the imperial court, all the soldiers practiced the same technique.

Theoretically, hundreds of thousands of soldiers can add their aura to one person, but no one can bear it and will explode and die.

Zhao Changhe was born in Da Yan after all. He was born in the army before, so the skills he practiced were naturally the same.

When the chaotic aura of nearly a thousand people gathered on Zhao Changhe's body, the old eyes obviously shrank slightly for a moment, and then he took a deep breath very hard.

Zhao Changhe then walked slowly in the air, but every step was heavy.

The blue eyes of Zi Yulu also looked at the old human below.

He saw that the weak human who was blown away by his wings before was actually attacking him.

The eyes of this sixth-level demon king showed a hint of human sarcasm.

The momentum is amazing, but what is the meaning of such a forced increase in aura?

He doesn't want to fight with humans here. His goal is not a city at all.

The purple jade heron flapped its wings, and fine energy shot out from the feathers, with flashes of lightning between them.

Countless fine energy feathers intertwined with each other as if in front of a man and a demon, creating a thunder pool.

And the thunder pool net was covering the figure below.

The figure was very slow, and was covered by the thunder pool in a blink of an eye.

Slow, too slow.

The pressure made this old man unable to walk, how could he compete with this emperor?

The breeze that swept around seemed to be still for a moment.

Boom!

The old figure directly tore the thunder in the sky into pieces in the air.

The red energy rippled around the body, which was stained with a faint blood.

The thunder roared and exploded, and it was obviously an illusory thunder and lightning, and it was obviously stepping on the air.

But the air under Zhao Changhe's feet was like the ground. He stomped his legs suddenly, and a crisp explosion suddenly sounded in the empty air.

His figure was extremely fast, but he did not fly straight, nor did he walk in the air like those in the realm of great supernatural powers. Instead, he stepped directly in the air with a strong aura.

In martial arts, this method is called.

Flying in the air.

Lightning poured down, with the roar of the green jade heron.

But the demon king also aroused his ferocity and rushed towards Zhao Changhe with his strong body.

In terms of physical strength, the demon race is naturally superior to humans.

On the other side.

Both fists suddenly shone with blood-colored flames, and the breath surged, turning into a flowing shadow and heading towards the powerful demon king in the sky.

Zhao Changhe silently recited in his heart, reciting the boxing formula that he had not mentioned for many years.

It was like the first time he practiced boxing.

Forge the body into a shield and refine the fist into a cannon!

I am the martial arts, the eight extremes of heaven and earth!

The blood-colored aura bloomed, and the two fists suddenly changed.

One horizontal and one vertical, one punch, one elbow.

The punch was the opening cannon, and the elbow was the elbow to the heart.

The purple jade heron, which was as huge as a hill, was knocked down in the air in an instant. The huge body rushed directly into the sky, but it was not flapping its wings and flying, but was pushed up.

But this demon king was still laughing, and it made a sharp and crazy grin.

"Come on, is there a follow-up? Keep dancing!"

The laughter spread in all directions.

Zhao Changhe, who was standing horizontally in the air, did not speak, but did not make any moves. Instead, his face twitched slightly, his throat moved, and he was always suppressing something.

His breath began to decline inevitably.

The third level of burning blood... do you want to start?

That is not risking your life, that is self-destruction, and you will definitely die afterwards...

In just a moment, Zhao Changhe's eyes showed determination.

He gritted his teeth, and the energy in his body gathered in his heart.

The demon king in the air also narrowed his eyes at this moment, barely stabilizing his body.

Although it looked embarrassed, its breath was still stable. No matter how bad the opponent was, the gap in realm was still like a chasm. Besides, who doesn't know how to fight for life?

As long as he could hold him back, he didn't need to do it himself, and the opponent would definitely die.

There was a slight whistle rising with the wind.

But then, the slight whistle turned into a roar in an instant.

A huge roar came like thunder.

With an extremely piercing sound of breaking through the air, it was a sonic boom that shocked people.

What the hell, what's going on, is that old guy so powerful?

Zi Yulu stared at the other party, but found that the old man was also confused.

Hmm?

No!

Who is singing?

"Step on the brakes, step on the brakes, step on the brakes ah ah ah ah ah!"

Zi Yulu was alerted, and just as he turned around, he flapped his wings violently, and his body quickly changed direction.

Then he collided with a strange flying thing.

"Ah, ga ga ji ji!"

The violent collision was accompanied by a scream, and then the demon king was silent.

There was a huge hole in his chest.

He was pierced through the heart.

In addition, the air was filled with the sound of two people arguing fiercely. It sounded like a man and a woman.

The sound of the quarrel was filled with extremely strong and hateful anger.

"I told you to step on the brakes, step on the brakes! Luo Qinghan, you are such a fool!"

"What are you arguing about? Why are you always arguing beside me? Ye Wuyou, you only know how to bark!"