Archfiend Chapter 889: : Gate of Star Annihilation-Lianhua (1)

"You... all deserve to die." Without mercy, he shook his hands fiercely, the sea of ​​clouds shook violently, and the spikes in all directions madly moved towards the center.

"No!!" "I surrender! Surrender!!" "True gentleman, please be merciful! Be merciful!"

Suddenly, screams screamed from all directions. Xu Yangyi didn't seem to have heard it at all. Layers of black fog rose on the ground, and the spikes moved closer as the peaks moved, all centering on him.

A dramatic scene appeared.

The Dajin monks who had fled around just now all rushed back towards Xu Yangyi. The black tide was just like besieging him before. However, the difference is that every monk now has death despair on his face, and he doesn't have the mood to do it at all.

"Kakaka!" Just when all the Dajin cultivators fled to the bottom of Qingcheng Mountain, watching the spikes crazily approaching, even too many people closed their eyes and waited for death. The spikes finally stopped.

"He...he..." The monk who didn't know how many survivors had left, opened his eyes in horror.

The dense fog turned blood red wherever it entered the eyes. Just now a million monks, at least a few hundred thousand less at this moment! Countless bodies hang upside down on the spikes. Blood stained.

The rest of the people, driven here like pigs, their hearts beating wildly.

I don’t know who it was, and threw away his weapon, his voice became hoarse, and he cried: "I surrender...I surrender!!"

"Surrender!" "Surrender!" "Please don't kill the true gentleman!"

Swipe...Hundreds of thousands of weapons were thrown into the sea of ​​fog, and all the remaining people knelt on the cloud, touching the ground with their foreheads, trembling not to say a word.

I'm afraid of being killed...

In just ten minutes, I don’t know how many people died in the killing field. Now who dares to be a warrior?

"Too strong..." Changqingzi looked at the mountain sluggishly. Just now, I was still worried about what would happen to the other party with more than one million cultivators. I didn't expect that Xu Zhenjun's domain had just opened up, and he was completely slaughtered!

No wonder Yuan Ying Zhenjun is not allowed to shoot.

Some Yuanying True Monarch domains are not so terrifying, but once there is a pervert like Xu Yangyi, the army of millions will be destroyed. This is an absolute taboo weapon in war!

Xu Yangyi slowly stood up from mid-air. When he raised his leg, the space under his feet appeared as if a black hole appeared. The surrounding clouds swarmed in, stepping out, as if stepping across thousands of mountains and rivers, stepping on the black pressure and bowing down. In front of the Dajin monk.

Shrink the ground!

Just now there was a lucky Dajin monk who was silent for an instant, his head buried lower. Yuan Ying’s distinctive sign, they can no longer deceive themselves.

Sect Master Tianlan, a seemingly fifty or sixty-year-old old man, when Xu Yangyi's feet fell in front of him, his pupils shrank suddenly and his eyes became pinpointed.

It's terrible...

I can't feel it when I'm far away, in front of me...just like I can't help kneeling in the dark facing the lights of the gods. That kind of worship, without a trace of resistance at all, the tide hit his heart-lock called "Resistance" like the tide.

Be silent, Xu Yangyi stood calmly in front of them. And three seconds later, he had already made an unspeakable "getting" sound.

It was the sound of the upper and lower teeth clashing because of extreme fear.

With a silent aura, he felt like a giant death hand stroking over his head. And he is the docile kitten under the giant hand.

It's not just him, everyone around him is shivering, sweating like rain.

"Even Liu Xiang can't give me this feeling!"

"This is the million-level golden pill, the strength of the first person under the two million Yuan Ying to advance to the Yuan Ying?"

"What is he waiting for? Is he hinting? We...what are we going to do?"

Five seconds...ten seconds...twenty seconds later, Sect Master Tianlan was suddenly blessed to his soul, his eyes lit up, and his hand stretched out to the storage ring, full of panic and piety.

At this moment, he hesitated, but immediately gritted his teeth, and in the next second, holding a jade slip in his hand, the brilliance was radiant: "Tianlan Dao Tianlan Sect returns, please don’t kill the gods, heaven The life book of Lanzong’s 70,000 disciples is here, so I hope that the true gentleman will accept it!

The voice was trembling, fearful.

Xu Yangyi didn't answer, and looked coldly at the white-haired old man who was kneeling in front of his eyes with his hands raised above his head. Say nothing.

The old man didn't dare to move at all. He held this position for a whole number of minutes, with cold sweat on his head, and his entire heart beating in his chest. After five minutes, he heard a faint "Hmm."

The jade book flew away, and the old man fell apart and immediately touched the ground with his forehead. Trembling, Khan did not dare to come out.

Immediately afterwards, a series of voices sounded immediately, for fear that I would slow down, "Qihuangdao Yuanzhen Sect surrendered, please don't kill the real people! The life book of 57,000 disciples is here, and I hope that the real monarch net will open. "Tenglong Dao returned to the Tibetan Sect of the whole religion, and 63,000 people are here in the fate book. Seek the truth and not kill! Returning to the Tibetan Sect will surely repay the holy grace!"

Sounds, undulating like waves. The eighty-three major sects of the Dajin Dynasty fought fiercely for two years, three months and seven days, opening the gate of the Laojun Palace, but within twenty minutes they all surrendered on the top of Qingcheng Mountain.

Millions of cultivators are ready to disarm!

A copy of the fate book flew to the old monarch's palace, how brilliant, Changqingzi, Huayangzi, biting his lip on the top of Qingcheng Mountain, without saying a word.

A total of 1.2 million remnants of the Jin Dynasty, at 12:35 noon, the whole army surrendered!

The Chinese Army had 780,000 remaining and 2,320,000 killed in battle. Numerous wounded.

In the Dajin Dynasty, there were 1.2 million remaining, 4.71 million dead, and no wounded.

"The Taoist ancestor is on..." A young Taoist priest, completely relaxed, leaned against the wall freely. I realized that I was already in tears: "Dear fellow Taoists are alive in the sky... have you seen..."

A female cultivator, with a sword in her hand slammed to the ground, her red lips pressed tightly, and she looked at the sky with tears: "Brother...we won...we won!!!"

"Dang..." "Dang cry..." The long swords of all the cultivators landed with their moods. A few seconds later, after a few seconds, Qingcheng Mountain burst out with a venting roar that was depressed to the extreme, bottomed out.

"Ah!!!"

"We won!" "It was us who won...it was us!!"

Countless people sat on the ground, laughing with tears, and laughing loudly. However, their scorching eyes all turned to Xu Yangyi.

"In the future...I will surely one day reach the status of a true monarch..." This figure, covered with the brilliance of the sun, has been completely engraved in everyone's heart at the moment when all the Dajin monks kneel down . This sentence rose up in the hearts of almost all the living monks.

One person fights against the generals.

The two besieged the queen lord.

One person destroys a million army.

Then, in front of millions of people, there was music and joy, the earth flew flowers, and babies became babies.

The First World War Conferred God!

As Xu Yangyi nodded slightly, all the natal books flew to the top of Qingcheng Mountain. The so-called natal books are the true family of any religion. Believe in the same god, the same belief, once their names are ticked off in the natal books, their cultivation base will be greatly reduced, and they will fall into a great realm. The heavy will become a waste.

When all the major fate books all flew to Qingcheng Mountain, Xu Yangyi's gaze quietly looked to the other side of the sky.

There, Liu Mingyang seemed to be a hundred years old, still wearing a scarlet python robe, still a jade belt and golden crown, but the spirit of the whole person seemed to have come to the end of the road of practice.

He just looked at Xu Yangyi so quietly, met the gaze he casted over, his expression seemed to be crying and laughing, indescribably weird and crazy.

For a long time, he said hoarsely like a machine: "You Yuanying?"

Without waiting for Xu Yangyi's answer, he turned his head with a sneer, and looked forward to a group of Dajin monks who were kneeling in the air: "In the battle, you haven't put the Dajin dynasty in your heart?"

"Born in Sri Lanka, grew up in Sri Lanka, and betrayed here. I don't know the truth. The Dajin Dynasty still has so many bones."

Faced with his questioning in a calm voice, no one spoke. No one dared to look back at him.

No one wants to die. There is no face to face.

As soon as the voice fell, the golden sword in his hand quickly dimmed. With a clear creaking sound, cracks covered the sword body, and then pieces shattered and turned into golden light, disappearing into the sky.

In the Dajin Dynasty, luck is gone, and the sword of luck will never reappear.

"When you were killing the prisoners, did you ever think about today?" Xu Yangyi said calmly.

Liu Mingyang looked at him calmly, with cold eyes: "Are you not regretting after asking the old man?"

"No, never." He turned his gaze, and looked at the group of Dajin cultivators as if he were slaughtering animals: "Just intentionally kill the enemy~IndoMTL.com~ unable to return to heaven."

The moment the last word fell, Xu Yangyi's right fist moved.

"Swish..." There was a hardly audible voice, the space was not broken, and there was not even a vision at all. However, Liu Mingyang's pupils were suddenly sharp.

This is not without...

It's the weight lifting if light, the clumsy big!

"Boom!!!!" In the next second, he suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood, and a shock wave bursting out of a circle of kilometers in the entire space in front of him, pulling out a line of blood in the air, and directly flew nearly a kilometer away.

With a loud bang, he crashed into a mountain peak at full speed, crashing... the mountain collapsed for it, and the physical training of the Yuan Ying realm has begun to show his terrifying strength.

The gunpowder was scattered and the boulders were like rain. A few seconds later, Liu Mingyang stood up from half of the mountain tremblingly with his mouth full of blood, eyes full of unbelievable resentment.

So strong...

Too strong...

At least four million souls, no, more than five million souls!

One time of boxing, he actually had no resistance at all, and directly pierced his aura shield. Now his aura can't condense.

It's a humanoid killing weapon!

This kind of person... must never let him live!

His gaze swept across the front of the Dajin monk, who was kneeling at the feet of Xu Yangyi, with a wicked smile on his blood-stained face, as if his old face had blossomed for it.

"It turned out to be like this..."

"The old man is relieved..." He stood up tremblingly, laughing like a night owl, a few seconds later, Yang Tian laughed.

"Hahahaha!!" After laughing wildly, he suddenly lowered his head and stared at Xu Yangyi: "Old man, go ahead."

"You, follow along with me!"

"And you, you... and you... these brave traitors, and the entire Southwest China Gate! Come together...hahahaha!"