The eyes of the thousand-year-old female rakshasa changed, turning green, cold and weird. I saw that when she made a move, a green flame appeared above her head. It is a blue and falling Yan, with a high degree of poison, and the poisonous area is formed by the firelight.

In an instant, the space around her had become a highly toxic area, and invisible tangible poisonous gases were intertwined, making people change color.

Biluo Zhiyan is the manifestation of her natal genes, and it is the natal flame that is bred in her body. In addition to being highly poisonous, the flame also has a powerful burning power that can kill people.

As the light of Bi Luoyan continued to bloom towards her surroundings, her attacks became sharper and sharper. Her moves are ruthless, deadly, and even more difficult to deal with than you imagined.

After all, this is an old witch who has lived for a thousand years, and in addition to cultivating, she has experienced a hundred battles and is extremely experienced in combat.

On the other side, the Hundred Grass Fairy has a white lotus on her head, with a dazzling white light blooming, like a fairy light, and is trying her best to deal with the thousand-year-old female Rakshasa with all her might.

The herb fairy is good at medicine and can detoxify all kinds of poisons, mainly by relying on a white lotus. That was the concrete manifestation of her talent genes, which had an unimaginable restraint effect on alien evils.

Just like now, the white light of the white lotus blooming flashed, as if it could purify the world, and soon turned the poisonous gas in the sky into invisible.

The white lotus flew out, shining brightly, and pressed towards the female rakshasa .

After the female rakshasa on the opposite side saw it, her eyes were cold, and the blue falling Yan above her head floated out, and the light was even worse, and she met the white lotus.

For a time, White Lotus and Green Fire competed, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

At this moment, a voice sounded: "Amitabha, the fairy is so graceful, the poor monk has admired it for a long time, and I will come to understand it today." ”

The voice came from the living Maitreya, and before the words fell, I saw that when he raised his hand, a Buddha seal hit the grass fairy.

The living Maitreya is filthy, and now when he sees the beautiful fairy of the herbs, he can't hold back the evil fire in his heart for a long time, and wants to catch the herb fairy, and then make a special move.

"Get out!"

Almost at the same time, Jiang An suddenly let out a cold snort. The sound was shocking and powerful, not only shaking the Buddha seal that hit the Hundred Herbs Fairy, but also shaking back the living Maitreya, making him have a hot current in his chest!

Living Maitreya patted his chest, and it took a while to suppress the hot current, and he was extremely surprised in his heart, he couldn't imagine that the cultivation on the river bank had reached such a high level. With just one voice, he couldn't stand it.

It seems that it is not for nothing that the Galactic Alliance has put such a young man in the position of generalissimo and commands countless armies.

"Amitabha, junior, the poor monk sees that you are young, and your cultivation is not easy to come by, so I won't care about you about what happened just now!"

The persimmon should be pinched softly, and after perceiving that the river bank was not easy to mess with, the living Maitreya took the initiative to find a step down.

At this moment, he finally understood that Jiang'an, the generalissimo of the expedition to the west, was genuine, not by fighting his father.

"Bald donkey, I'll kill you for the sake of Daoye!"

Beside Jiang An, a cultivator wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a three-foot Qingfeng sword on his back volleyed into the void and pressed towards the living Maitreya.

This person is from the Daomen, the Taoist number is Qingxuzi, he is a righteous person of the alliance, a fairy wind and a bone, and he is jealous and hateful!

When the living Maitreya led the super-god interstellar pirate group to cause chaos in the galaxy, Qingxuzi led the people of the Daomen to attack them.

Moreover, the blow was very strong, causing heavy losses to the Super God Interstellar Pirate Group.

In the end, the supergod interstellar pirate group was able to be annihilated, and the people of the Daomen made a huge impact.

Qingxuzi and Living Maitreya are old rivals, and now goodbye, naturally no one's face is good.

"Stinky Taoist, you did a good thing to me back then, and now you are still entangled! In this case, the poor monk will send you to the West Heaven to see the Buddha!"

As he spoke, the living Maitreya took out two golden wheels and blasted towards Qingxuzi.

Jingling!

Qingxuzi was not afraid, and took out the Qingfeng Sword to meet the attack. The swordsmanship is elegant and agile, like a sword dance, but the power is unimaginable, and it takes only one move to repel two golden wheels full of killing moves.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, this Dao Master has calculated a hanger for you, a bald donkey, and you will fall today!" After speaking, Qing Xuzi took out his sword again.

The sword is like a breeze slowly crossing, and like a bright moon shining on the river, it has an endless and irresistible momentum.

The living Maitreya put away the smile on his face, and a large lizard appeared behind him. It's just that the big lizard has wings, a species called a dragon in Western heaven.

As soon as the big lizard came out, the power of the living Maitreya skyrocketed. He threw the golden wheel in his hand again, one after the other, to resist the sharp sword of Qing Xuzi.

At this moment, the living Maitreya's face was a little teasing, and he said: "Stinky Taoist, didn't you calculate for me back then? I'm not living a good life, what can you do with me? You count hexagrams all day long, have you ever calculated for yourself when you will die?"

The big lizard hissed, and its power was furious to the extreme, carrying the living Maitreya towards the front.

For a while, the battle between the two fell into a state of anxiety, with blood spilled, but it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

These two are old rivals, they have fought hundreds of battles, they are familiar with each other, and it is even more difficult to kill each other.

While several supreme-level monks were fighting each other, Jiang'an began to dispatch troops and launched an attack on the Dark Angel.

In this expedition to the west, we must seize the time and must not delay. After all, in the other direction, Heaven is also attacking the Fallen Galaxy.

For some people, it's time to make a difference.

"Where is Zheng Jiajun?"

"In. ”

"I order you to be the vanguard of the left flank, and to attack from the left. ”

"Yes. ”

"Where is the Meng family?"

"In. ”

"Order you to be the vanguard of the right flank, and attack from the right flank. ”

"Yes. ”

"Where is Sun Jiajun?"

"In. ”

"I order you to be the vanguard in the middle and attack in the middle. ”

"Yes. ”

The three-way army, each with a million people, slaughtered in all directions.

As for the Xuanyuan family's million-strong army, the river bank has not moved for the time being, but has been kept for later use.

After the attack of the Three-Way Pioneer Army, Jiang'an ordered the armies of the youth academy, the Federation of Ten Thousand Schools, and Anjia to attack.

For a while, the human army was irresistible and slaughtered towards the army of dark angels.

"Whoa, birds, die. ”

Angela's ruby eyes sparkled, and she rode the Fire Butterfly and An Jiajun into the battle.

However, the two daughters who are faster than her are Zhao Ziqi and Su Jinyin. The two women were wearing battle armor, and they had already slashed countless enemies.

Seeing that the battle situation was getting worse and worse, the face of the King of Charm, Cecia, sank suddenly.

The Dark Angels are attacked on their backs and must meet the enemy in two ways, and they are at a disadvantage in numbers.

Now, as soon as the human army attacks, they are obviously a little overwhelmed.

"Where are the Eight Kings?"

As soon as the words fell, eight twelve-winged black angels stood up from behind. The black angels of this kind of cultivation are equivalent to the human supreme.