Archfiend Chapter 872: : The Battle of the Ancestral Court (14)
Slices of brilliance erupted from the sky above Qingcheng Mountain. Reflecting this night sky is colorful.
The two big characters Qingcheng were engraved on the ancient mountain gate, buzzing endlessly with the trembling of the whole world.
Without each other, there is no distance, there are only monks with different colors in the eyes of each other. They suppressed the two-year war, and were ignited by the flames/cords, and even the sky was crying.
Tonight, it is destined to pile Chuan Yuan Cang with blood staining the sky.
"Swallowing the sky!" In front of Zhenwu Realm, dozens of loud voices sounded. This is a real person from Zhenwu Realm. With their orders, dozens of banners were raised, and millions of True Martial Arts monks rushed in at full speed.
Get closer! More and more clear, three hundred meters, two hundred meters!
"Prepare..." In front of the mountain gate, the middle-aged man headed by him was wearing a Taoist robe, his eyes burning hot like a night flame. One hand has long been raised high.
Desperately guarding the country...
The three formations below have been broken, hundreds of thousands of people have been martyred, and before the mountain gate, they are the last barrier.
Why be afraid?
Behind him, the gate of Qingcheng Mountain was towering for thousands of years, and the vigorous and powerful word Qingcheng overflowed with golden light. Around the mountain gate, one hundred thousand monks sat cross-legged, their eyes closed, and they quickly pinched.
"Taiji judges to make the universe, Qiankun as the father, Kun as the mother, and the creation of the universe..."
The magnificent sound of Taoism resounded through the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. Right in front of them, the black cloud turned over the ink and the mountain was not covered. The scene fifty meters away could not be seen at all. There were only countless Zhenwu in the eye. World monk.
One hundred meters!
"Let it!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly. All the monks in front of the mountain gate held their palms together, the rhyme of Taoism spread around, and the aura of the weather was instantly chaotic!
"The two instruments are divided into yin and yang, yang belongs to heaven, yin belongs to earth, embryonic heaven and earth soul!"
A hundred thousand people said in unison, the golden light above the word "Qingcheng", a green cow phantom stepped on auspicious clouds, growing lotus step by step, and walked towards the top of the mountain. And just in front of the green bull, a young man with a vague face, holding the bull's head, moved towards the bottom of the mountain.
Yin Xi pulls the bull!
If there is no Yin Xi Da Niu, how can there be five thousand words of Tao Te Ching?
"Moo..." The green cow phantom uttered a low cry, and in the next second, starting from Qingcheng Mountain, the blue color spread out one by one, forming an upside-down sword in the sky!
In the old days, Zhang Daozu killed 8 million ghost repairs on Mount Qingcheng.
Today, the Daoist follow-up Qingcheng Mountain vowed to kill thousands of enemies.
"Cut!!!!" The middle-aged man's eyes were splitting, and he shouted with all his strength, and in an instant, the entire sky was raining endless blue swords.
At the same time, where shining, an old man will make a flash. He didn't hesitate at all, and shouted to the sky: "Where are the disciples of the gods!"
"Yes!!!" Around 100,000 armored men responded in unison, sounding like thunder.
"Five Thunders Straightforward!"
It's not just him, Hunyuan faction, Nanwu faction, Jinhui faction, Zhengyi faction... all the masters opened their eyes together. Several voices sounded at the same time!
"Heaven's Heart, My God, Thunder!!!" "Zhengyi Golden Light, God Thunder!" "Jin Hui, Demon God Thunder!!"
"When..." A bell rang in the old palace. Hundreds of thousands of talismans rose into the sky, and at least five cyan phantoms with a height of 100 meters appeared in various places in Qingcheng Mountain and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Green lotus blossoming in mid-air.
Green lotus at midnight, blooming in an instant.
"Boom boom boom!" Above the sky, Lei Gong opened his eyes, seven huge cloud holes slowly formed, and white rays of light illuminated them layer by layer, and electric dragons wandered through them. With a loud noise, countless violent thunders poured down with the blue sword rain.
Feng Bo, Rain Master, and Lei Gong and Dian Mother, when the Qingcheng Mountain's foundation opened up, the world was impressed by the No. 1 Great Sect in China.
Thunder is falling, and the rain is coming!
At this moment, a magnificent voice resounded through the Great Jin Army formation, Liu Mingyang's voice was like a **** of open sky, a golden hand spreading out in a radius of 10,000 meters, and one of the seeds was shining with dim light.
"Suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom."
As soon as the voice fell, the surface of the seed burst, and the branches of the sky were all over the sky in an instant, spreading for tens of thousands of miles, the green leaves spread out, and the buds were waiting to be placed.
"Boom!" Endless thunderbolts hit the trees, and white flowers bloomed. Most of the divine thunder was actually blocked by this wall of built wood, unable to fall, only a few hundred fell into it. Blow up the sky full of fine white snow.
Each one killed and injured at least hundreds of people, and even too many screams of the Great Jin monks were turned into ashes by thunder, and the screams were endless, but for the battle of tens of millions of levels, these screams were too small. There is no way to stop the advance of the iron hoof of war.
Yes, it cannot be stopped. Once this millstone starts to rotate, unless one party disappears from the earth, there is absolutely no stopping moment.
"Yunyang Sect prepares..." "Jade Line Sect prepares." "Tieguan Sect prepares!"
There was no panic, no shock, the iron hoof of the Dajin Dynasty had already reached the forbidden area of Qingcheng Mountain, the mountain gate was in sight, and the monks below could already see everyone in the dark tide.
Qiang Qiang, everyone drew out their long swords, and the crowd walked around. A puppet about ten meters in size has appeared in front of the battlefield, arms folded to form a huge shield, waiting for Mars to hit the earth. For a moment.
Showdown...
Now, no one can hide his hole cards.
"Zizzi..." On the top of the mountain, on the side of the mountain, several schools, each of them holds a long workman full of runes in their hands. The new recruits were breathing fast, their lips trembled, and their hearts seemed to be beating in their ears, while the veterans had only killing intent in their eyes.
If you commit a crime against China, even if it is far away, you will be punishable!
I don't know how many people have fallen, but more people are coming over. The gate of Qingcheng Mountain is close at hand. At this moment, everyone is transformed into a bloodthirsty beast.
The six great expeditions are ready to take the lead. Su Changqing shook the spear in the handshake. The Dajin Dynasty was like a fist, holding it without firing it, and it was not even driven by spiritual power. They had fought on too many planes and knew that they wanted to destroy The best way for a Taoist ancestral land is not to strike from a distance, but to kill in close quarters.
The foundation of orthodoxy is not a magic weapon, but people. Only by killing these people can we truly destroy the orthodoxy. And this cannot be done with magic weapons.
"Shushasha..." The tip of the gun pulled out the sound of gold and iron cracking through the air. Within ten meters, he yelled, the tiger leaped over the Qingcheng, the golden core spirit power exploded, and the spear Rulong, a shot pierced the head of the defending puppet.
"Carla..." He heard the sound of a shattering skull, and then the puppet's head exploded. A young monk, whose eyebrows were pierced by the tip of a spear, stared at him with infinite regret. he.
Don't stare at you.
"Garbage..." He sipped, and the spear dragged, and the ten-meter puppet suddenly turned into fragments, the corpse was thrown into the air, and the spear turned into a spear shadow in the sky again, laughing up to the sky: "surrender and not kill !!!"
"Boom!!" The golden dragon on the tip of the gun broke out instantly, tearing a gap in this place, behind him, the endless sword of death came, pulling out the remnant of death in the sky. Shadow, projecting the despair of the end.
"Surrender and don't kill!!!" The endless black rushed in an instant.
It was a moment of silence.
It was a **** moment.
Time seems to be slowing down. At this moment, I don't know how many monks have fallen. I don't know how many earth monks' throats were pierced by the long spears of the Dajin Dynasty, nor how many Dajin monks died under the long swords of the Huaxia monks.
However, no one stopped.
Blood and blood do not blend, but they can interweave the overture of killing that is impossible to stop.
"Let it!" With an order, the whole mountain, the blue light curtain filled the sky with a radius of hundreds of miles, and rushed into the oncoming Great Jin army.
"Seize!" When each arrow flew out, it turned into a crane, took a group photo and flew, millions of them fell into the real martial realm, but they were desperately weakened by layers of magical formations. People fell, but more people stood up.
"Let it go!" On the mountainside, on the top of the mountain, the roar was already hoarse. This was a three-stage shot. The first arrow rain had just passed, and the arrow rain immediately followed. The azure blue light curtain has never stopped, doing its best to weaken the endless army of the Dajin Dynasty!
Su Changqing roared and shook the sky. The six major expeditions were like entering an uninhabited state. No one could enter within a hundred meters, and circles of corpses were already lying around. The long sword of Zheng Beihou turned into tens of meters long sword light, cutting the several monks in front of him in half at the same time. Watching the sky above the sky where the cranes and spirit arrows were continuously sprayed, the long sword pointed at the sky with blood dripping: "Who dares to be the host? Take this place? I'm exempting him from teaching and paying tribute for ten years!"
"The Heavenly Dragon Sect of the Dajin Dynasty is willing to go!!" With a loud shout, thousands of figures rose into the sky, suppressed from above, this feeling is also not good~IndoMTL.com~The Dajin Dynasty Luo Huozong is willing to go! "Fengming of the Dajin Dynasty wished to go!" "
Thousands of them, the Kuroshio tide waves on the ground, and a group of people rushes into the sky with various auras. At this moment, Wangchen's hands, who watched everything in the belly of the mountain, were shaking, hissing: "Start the formation!!"
All the cards are out...
Both sides draw each other's hole cards one by one, and whoever draws all of them will die.
The way to smoke is to pile up with human lives and fill with human lives! Stacked with these famous mountains!
"Buzzing!" Following his order, all the monks at the scene gritted their teeth and looked at the light curtain with red eyes, and said Qi Qi.
A young man, looking at the chaotic scene before the mountain gate, his heart was bleeding and his lips were bitten.
His brothers, brothers, sisters and sisters, all of his relatives and friends who have been supporting them for more than a hundred years are all in front of the mountain gate...
The seven major sects in front of the mountain gate, he was selected and came here, but he could only watch his fellow Daoists go to battle to kill the enemy, and then blood stained the mountain gate, but he could only wait here.
Now... it's finally time to go into battle.
"Exhibition of Taiji pictures, nothing more than nine palaces and gossip!" Thousands of people shouted together, and each of them grew a bright green lotus on their heads, swaying in the wind.
"Boom!" As Qinglian Guanghua sank into the great formation above his head, the entire Qingcheng Mountain suddenly burst into golden light.
Black Night Mountain, Bright Peak.
As the Qingcheng Mountain's brilliance flashed, everyone on the scene vomited blood, their faces were like golden paper, and even too many people had gray hairs.
This big formation is actually maintained by the vitality of a monk!
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