In the evening, there was no wind.

As usual, the twilight in the demon world is still so charming, and the clouds are rolling, like a pot of boiling molten iron, as if it is pouring on this little life of the earth, plating it with a hard shell. The sunset fled, for fear that he would be imprisoned forever.

Suddenly, a black smoke rose from the ground, flipped and swam in mid-air, hovering above the sky like an evil dragon foraging for food. From time to time, the smoke dragon hovered, end to end, like a huge black ring, impressively presented in people's eyes.

The war between man and demon broke out.

After more than 5,000 years, the demon world took the lead in attacking again, and for a while, the passage between the two worlds of humans and demons became the entrance to hell, no matter who it was, they didn't want to see the characters that appeared inside, they might be demons, or they could be humans. And at this moment, they no longer distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong, what survives is justice, and those who die can only admit that their fate is thin.

Demon lords, demon generals, and demon soldiers are mixed together, like a sharp dagger, and they are inserted into the world. As the defensive side, outside the ruins of the Imperial City, several powerful forces from the Ascension Continent have been waiting for them, although they know that this is an extremely difficult battle, but if they do not resist, then only a ruthless death awaits them.

In the imperial city of Yanshan, Qingtong Gate and Ninety-Five Gate gather in it to serve as a backing to ensure the safety of friendly forces in front. And on the outside of that abyss, the countless warriors who are stationed in the camp are the main force of the human race in this great war.

Jedi Hall, Wind and Fire Temple, Zhou Zhao Elite, Tianmu Zun Mansion, Ethereal Cloud Peak, Soul Alliance, Dream Party, and some can't be named, but they are also well-known forces in the Rising Continent, the human camp, the heroes gather, unite as one, hoping to rely on their own and everyone's strength to meet the claws of the Demon Realm and retreat from the strong enemy. And with the huge black shadows constantly surging under the imperial city, the soldiers in front couldn't help but be surprised.

"These demon warriors are so good-looking and burly, and they are afraid of being disadvantageous in battle. Rocketeer ready!"

At the sound of an order, the personnel were in place. The 800 archers were ready to attack, and they also picked up their own weapons in their hands, and bent their bows and arrows. The arrows are coated with oil, and when they encounter a slight fire, they immediately burn, which is not amazing.

"Put!"

As soon as the military order was released, eight hundred fire snake-like arrows immediately broke through the air, and the originally dim abyss was immediately full of fire, like a fire dragon, spreading throughout the ruins of the imperial city, and at the same time, it also took a clear picture of those ugly-looking demon warriors one by one.

Tall, majestic, and unstoppable, this is the first reaction of human beings when they see them.

As the first wave of troops in the Demon Realm to enter the human world, most of the demon soldiers are mainly from the Demon Clan in the Demon Realm. These Demon Clansmen are intellectually inferior and slow in behavior, and can be said to be the most humble race in the entire Demon Realm, and are often used as coolies and slaves. And these "stupid big guys" have an advantage that ordinary people can't match, that is, big.

The body is big, the fists are big, the head is also big, and the skin is frighteningly thick, even if it is a knife and axe, it may not be able to hurt its vital point. And after those seemingly bluffing rockets were fired on the bodies of these Demon Clansmen, they only ignited some sparks, and they swept them to the ground with a wave of their hand, which was not painful at all. Fortunately, they are not very fast, which also gives humans time to relieve.

"Oh no, these demon soldiers seem to be very resistant, and ordinary weapons are not against them at all. Gunners prepare!"

Ordering again, the previous rocketeer dodged a little, and several fighters in the rear immediately filled in their positions, and in their hands were all cast-iron cannons the size of arms. Although these guns are the most basic types of artillery, they have many characteristics such as the most practical and convenient, and are often used in some large-scale battles.

Ignited, triggered, and immediately after that, the explosive energy that flashed with golden light immediately shot towards the many demon soldiers in the abyss. In an instant, there were constant mourning voices in the ruins of the imperial city, like that hellish ghost, and resentment was rampant. Severed limbs and debris were everywhere, and the air was filled with a scorching smell.

The power of the artillery is obvious to all, but the shortcomings that come with it are also exposed.

Both cast-iron artillery and finely crafted gunpowder shells were extremely burdensome, so if they could be used on the march in battle, they could only carry a limited number of them, unlike arrows, which could be hoarded. Moreover, the preservation of gunpowder is also a very tricky matter, and it is very likely to become a squib when it is wet, and it is in danger of self-detonation at any time if it is placed in an overheated place. Therefore, after a wave of very effective fire attacks, the gunners have become useless women, and they have to retreat to the second line again as a backup.

As the commander-in-chief of this great war, standing at the center of the human camp is the head of the Tianying faction, Zhu Yingkuo. Zhu Yingkuo is just 100 years old this year, but he has the face of a young man, and every movement exudes charming vitality.

He is the soul of many sects, and as long as Zhu Yingkuo is still alive, then the human race will not give in.

"Okay, this wave of artillery should have dealt a lot of damage to the Demon Realm. But don't get carried away, the real battle will follow. ”

As soon as Zhu Yingkuo's voice fell, he saw that in a few positions of the human army, the ground below suddenly sank, and then several warriors standing on it immediately fell into it, and after a few screams, there was no movement inside. After a while, exactly like what had just happened, ten more warriors fell into the ground, and then the sound of knives cutting flesh and bones came out one after another, and the blood had already dyed the loess on the ground red.

"Everybody beware!"

Seeing that their compatriots were sacrificed one after another in such an unknown way, some weak-willed warriors immediately fell into a panic, and some even had the idea of retreating. However, at this critical moment, a fierce wind fell to the ground, and everyone looked at it, and it was actually a Taoist with a dust whisk in his hand.

"Even the demon soldiers dare to pretend to be ghosts. Come out for me!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the man angrily inserted the dust in his hand into the surface of the ground. At the same time, bursts of inexplicable throbbing continued to spread to the soles of everyone's feet, and suddenly, no less than fifty places on the ground actually exploded at the same time, and wisps of fine fingers swept away the short demon soldiers with sharp claws and fangs, which appeared in front of the eyes of all the warriors.

"Kill!"

Having lost the cover of the earth, the dwarf demon soldiers, who mainly relied on sneak attacks and assassinations, were immediately hacked to death by the human warriors who came to fight, and they had no power to fight back. And under the heavy bloodshed, the air on the battlefield seems to be dyed with a faint pink, which makes people feel excited.

Zhu Yingkuo, who was in the center of the camp, looked at the Taoist and smiled, and then said lightly: "The Thousand Whisk Daoist of the Daoyi Gate is really extraordinary, it seems that the Thousand Whisk Shan does have its own uniqueness. ”

A wave has not settled, and it has risen again and again. The demon soldiers and the dwarf soldiers lost one after another, and who knew that there were some inexplicable black spots in the sky at this time. Then, the black dots became "bigger" and "bigger", and they were actually the size of a human. But unlike humans, they all have a pair of wide bat wings behind them, which can startle the wind and waves with a slight shake. And these batwing people all look like screaming monkey gills, like bats that have become essences, which are very eye-catching.

"Shhh

Before those batwingers came to them, a deafening and sharp sound immediately entered everyone's ear canals, tormenting the fragile ear sockets, as if they were about to pierce a large hole in the eardrums inside. The visible offensive is okay, but the invisible attack at the moment is unguardable. In a few moments, several poor warriors had fallen to the ground and convulsed, and dark red blood oozed from the seven holes at the same time. Seeing this, Zhu Yingkuo couldn't help but shake his head, on the surface, these people were still alive, but in fact, the brains in their heads had been shattered into pieces, and even if they didn't die, they couldn't move, and they couldn't even think. They have become the living dead.

"Quick! find a way to get them down for me!"

At this time, the Qianfu Daoist, who had only shown his power before, covered his ears with his hands, stood up in pain, and was just about to make a move. Who knows, a hearty laugh came to the ears of the two.

"Let the old man try it!"

Zhu Yingkuo and Qianfu Daoist immediately looked at the position where the voice came, only to see a big monk with a bloated figure, long eyebrows and a smile, and a frank chest and belly coming to the front unhurriedly, raising his right hand suddenly, and said loudly: "Great Compassion Palm!"

My Buddha's compassion is to treat all things as equal. And in the battle to defend the world, this great power resolutely turned into a giant golden light hand as big as the sky, and slapped at those bat-winged demons in the air.

"Hiss~hiss~"

Without any power to resist, the batwing demons in the sky immediately turned into blood-colored mist and dissipated into the void. The Great Compassion Palm contains supreme mysteries and is ingenious in its power, and under such ancient and unparalleled power, even the body of a demon is difficult to resist.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Ying couldn't help but clap his hands and say, "Good, good, it's really good." I didn't expect that the pot-bellied Buddha still has such power after fifty years, and it is really in vain that I rescued you from Tianzhu Temple. Go ahead and let those demon minions see the true strength of our human race. ”

The big-bellied Buddha god possessed his body, shouted, flew lightly, and had already fallen into the demon soldiers. Immediately afterward, blood and gas gushed out, turning into red steam, bringing the atmosphere in the battlefield into an unprecedented grand scene. The big-bellied Buddha is brave and invincible, and all the demon soldiers who are hit by his great compassion palm are all broken bones and dead without a corpse. In fact, the Buddha of mercy became a killing Buddha only in a thought.

"Hahaha, it's a pleasure, it's a pleasure. Come again and again, let my pot-bellied Buddha send you to hell one by one, and I will go over for you. Haha!"

After a few wild laughs, the demon soldiers in front of the big-bellied Buddha scattered in two columns, and just when he thought that the other party was about to launch an unknown strong move, a black figure appeared in his field of vision.