Boom!

In the sky, a low sound sounded, and a wave of violent energy rippled out, and in everyone's sight, a figure flew upside down, and finally crashed into a mountain, and the terrible impact directly shattered the entire mountain, billowing smoke and dust rose into the sky.

In this battle, it was a high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouse on the side of the Lingwu Dynasty who was defeated.

In another battle, the Lingwu Dynasty's high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouse was also unable to resist the opponent's crazy attack, and he was defeated and retreated, and finally withdrew from the battle decisively, standing in the air, maintaining an absolute safe distance. Although it was not completely defeated, it had no heart to fight again.

In the second battle, the high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouse of the Dajing Dynasty gained the upper hand.

"You still want to fight?"

The High Priest of the Wind looked at the results of his side and smiled faintly.

"Withdraw. ”

Seeing that the two battles were lost, the strong men of the Lingwu Dynasty who followed the high priest in a stalemate also ordered a retreat. Although he was unwilling in his heart, the three of them were unable to reverse the situation in the current situation. This war between the two Koreas has just begun, and there is no need to fight for your life now.

Hearing this, the three high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouses of the Lingwu Dynasty no longer hesitated, and they each shot back and returned to the front of the Lingwu army.

"The three elders have worked hard. The rest will be left to the king. ”

Seeing that the three of them returned from defeat, Mo Hao did not complain, but said comfortingly.

After all, the three high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouses occupied a considerable weight in terms of the top combat power of the Lingwu Dynasty. At this time, if you are angry with these three people, I am afraid that it will chill people's hearts, and they may not do their best in the next two wars. So at this time, even if he was angry in his heart, Mo Hao had to endure it and not break out.

"War, war, war..."

At the same time, the army of the Dajing Dynasty erupted into earth-shaking cheers, the fighting spirit was fanatical, and the military spirit was unprecedentedly excited.

For the Dajing Dynasty, they urgently needed a victory to combat the arrogance of the fearless arrogance of the million-strong army of Lingwu. And in this melee, under the expectation and witness of the million-strong army of Dajing, the three high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouses such as the Feng High Priest lived up to expectations and defeated the three high-level Yue Ling Realm of the Lingwu Dynasty. This made the fanatical fighting spirit of the million-strong division of Dajing soar.

"Go back. ”

After defeating the three high-level Yue Spirit Realm powerhouses on the Lingwu Dynasty's side, the Wind High Priest also smiled faintly at the other two not far away, and turned around to retreat.

"Uh..."

However, just as the Wind High Priest and the others were about to turn around and retreat, they suddenly felt a terrifying aura wave sweep out from the depths of the sky, firmly locking on the three of them.

"What is this?"

The sudden aura fluctuations in the sky caused a strong sense of jealousy to rise in the hearts of the three high-ranking Yue Ling realms such as the Wind High Priest.

"God Realm powerhouse!"

When the three of them looked at each other, as if they were thinking, they suddenly realized, and the sound of shock resounded.

Shout!

Almost at the same time, the spiritual energy in the body of the three high-level Yue Ling Realm bodies such as the Wind High Priest gushed out, urging their own speed to the extreme, turning into three streams of light, and shooting out towards the front of the Dajing army...

That is, at the moment when the three of them just shot out and left their original position, they saw that from the sky, three giant hands transformed by spiritual energy fell from the sky and landed on the original position of the three of them, and they dissipated violently, obviously missing.

As soon as this person made a move, he directly caused the three high-level Yue Ling Realm powerhouses to flee in a hurry...

This sudden scene in the sky also made everyone in the land of Yama gather their eyes to the depths of the sky, because there, there was a terrifying aura...

This level of aura fluctuation had also appeared not long ago, that is, the aura fluctuation of a god realm powerhouse, and it seemed to be more powerful than the aura fluctuation of the previous arrival of a god realm powerhouse such as Jian Lingzi.

At this moment, the land of Yama once again has the arrival of a god realm powerhouse.

When that terrifying aura fluctuated and swept out, a solemn look finally appeared on the originally calm face of the sword spirit son, and the fiery red giant sword inserted on the ground couldn't help but tremble slightly at this moment...

"Four Domains Divine Realm!"

On the top of the mountain not far away, the faces of the Ice Divine Palace, the Heavenly Domain Jin Family, the Yang Family, and other forces of the Divine Realm powerhouses also changed slightly, and the cultivation of the Four Domains Divine Realm was obviously enough to pose a threat to them.

"The Divine Realm powerhouse of the Lingwu Dynasty is finally here?" Feng Jing looked at the Wind High Priest and the others who were retreating, and his face was also extremely solemn, no matter how much the Great Jing Dynasty had the upper hand in the battle ahead, the appearance of a God Realm powerhouse at this moment was enough to turn things around.

In the next moment, there was a thin figure stepping out from the depths of the void, and the terrifying aura fluctuations swept out layer by layer like a wave, and at that moment, as if even the earth could not withstand the breath fluctuations, there were constantly spider web-like cracks on the ground spreading out at a rapid pace...

When everyone's eyes condensed, they saw that in the middle of the air, a thin old man in a dark red python robe emerged, and the aura was surging wildly around his body, and his body exuded terrifying aura fluctuations. When the old man's terrifying aura fluctuated and enveloped the heavens and the earth, Rao is sword spirit son and other god realm powerhouses had to pay attention to it.

"Lingwu Cloud God - Mo Yun Zun!"

When he saw the figure of the old man clearly, Feng Jing also set off a stormy wave in the depths of his heart, and a heavy look of horror appeared on his face.

For Mo Yunzun, the ancestor of the Lingwu Dynasty, Feng Jing is naturally very familiar. Back then, Mo Yunzun and his own ancestor Feng were known as the twin gods of wind and clouds, and they were famous. Since the battle of the two gods, it has disappeared, and there is no news coming out, I don't know whether I am alive or dead, I didn't expect that today, Mo Yunzun would appear here again, how can people not be shocked.

"King Jing..."

When the Feng High Priest and the other three retreated to the Dajing army, they all unconsciously looked at Feng Jing's side and approached him, and their faces were still shocked. A powerhouse of the God Realm suddenly sneaked attack, for them, the scene just now was obviously an escape from death, and the three of them also had palpitations.

When a god-level powerhouse appears, no matter how many high-level cross-level spirit realm shots they make, the effect they play is minimal, after all, cross-level battles are not something that anyone can do. What's more, Mo Yunzun is a long-established God Realm powerhouse, and his strength is unfathomable. This point undoubtedly caused tremendous psychological pressure on the three of them, including the High Priest of the Wind.

In the face of a strong man like Mo Yunzun, he was cowardly before fighting, even if the three of them fought together, there was no chance of winning.

"I really didn't expect that in today's battle, that Mo Yunzun would appear. ”

"yes, he hasn't been seen in a long time. The two gods of wind and clouds back then, but the scenery is infinite, I don't know if it will attract the wind god of the Feng family today, it's really exciting. ”

“……”

The appearance of Mo Yunzun directly caused a heated discussion on the mountains around the land of Yama, and some people with vicious eyes recognized this cloud god Mo Yunzun of the Lingwu Dynasty at a glance.

"Ancestor..."

Looking at Mo Yunzun's appearance, Mo Hao also showed a smile on his face; in this battle, as long as his own ancestor is there, no matter how stubbornly he resists, it will be the power of ants after all; in front of the strong man in the Divine Realm, what if he has a million heroes, it is not vulnerable.

"War, war, war..."

At this moment, the million-strong army of the Lingwu Dynasty roared in unison, and the sound soared into the sky, resounding through the heavens and the earth, sweeping away the previous low morale.

Feng Shui took turns, and this time, the morale of the army of the Dajing Dynasty was somewhat low, and the shock brought by a god realm powerhouse was too terrifying. Just by making a random move, it was to make the three high-level transcendent realm powerhouses such as the Great Priest of the Wind flee in the wilderness, without half a cent of mud and water, how neat and neat it was.

"King Jing, what should I do now?"

The appearance of Mo Yunzun directly broke the balance of confrontation between the two sides, and some army generals on the side of the Dajing Dynasty also began to waver in their hearts, a god realm powerhouse, they were powerless to fight at all.

"Fengjing, whether to surrender or fight, I can give you another chance to choose again. ”

In the sky, the words of Mo Yunzun like a judge resounded, causing a lot of commotion among the million-strong army of the Dajing Dynasty;

Further, even if he wielded a million troops to fight, Mo Yunzun would be able to bury the millions of elites of the Dajing Dynasty in the land of Yama without much effort; take a step back, surrender to the Lingwu Dynasty, and gain a glimmer of life, the Dajing Dynasty will be completely destroyed, and in this life, he will live with an indelible sense of shame.

All of a sudden, everyone in the land of Yama cast their eyes on Feng Jing, obviously waiting for his answer.

Is it a war, or a fall?

"Mo Yunzun, you are also a figure of the same generation as my Feng family ancestor, Dajing and Lingwu are at war, and the strong people of the god realm cannot interfere, this is the agreement you made with my ancestor back then. Feng Jing's eyes pointed directly at Mo Yunzun, and asked coldly: "Appearing today, is it possible that you want to attack my Dajing million army?"

"Fengjing, since ancient times, the king has been defeated, wait for the rise of my Lingwu Dynasty, you say, who else will remember what happened, this is the battlefield, everything, speak with strength. In front of the Lingwu Million Male Division, Na Mo Hao also sneered and said: "Even if the soldiers meet, your Dajing army will not be the opponent of my Lingwu Million Elite at all, and this land of Yama will be the place where you bury your bones." ”

"Fengjing, I only want to ask you one thing, surrender or battle?" Mo Yunzun's face did not change, but in his tone, there was boundless deterrence.

"Mo Yunzun, since you are determined to attack my Dajing million army today, regardless of the agreement of the year, then today, I will let you see, whether my Dajing million hot-blooded men are willing to surrender?" Hearing this, Feng Jing's face sank, and his eyes showed a look of determination; if he died left and right, it was better to give it a go, and then a loud voice sounded: "The officers and men of the three armies listen to the order, are you willing to fight with me?"

After a moment of silence, the million-strong army behind Feng Jing who couldn't see the end knelt down on one knee and roared in unison.

"We are willing to follow the king and die on the battlefield!"

"Mo Yunzun, if your Lingwu army wants to step into my Dajing territory for half an inch, unless you step on the corpse of my Dajing million-strong army, where did you come from, where do you go back. ”

Feng Jing's gaze was directly directed at that Mo Yunzun, and in his words, he was already fearless. Although he Mo Yunzun can stop this Dajing's million-strong army with his own strength, his Lingwu Dynasty also needs to pay a price.

"Good. Mo Yunzun's indifferent voice suddenly sounded: "Today, because of the choice you made, your millions of soldiers in Dajing will be buried here for a long time." ”

Bang...

Just as Mo Yunzun's words fell, between heaven and earth, there was a sudden sound of thunder, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the whole sky became dim at this moment, and in the depths of the sky, thunder roared, containing boundless destructive power.

"Thundercloud Hand!"

When the thunder roared to the extreme in the sky, Mo Yunzun's low voice sounded, his hands suddenly sealed, and the sky was a cloud and thunder rolling, forming a huge thundercloud hand;

Under the cover of the thundercloud hand, there were terrifying energy fluctuations raging out, piercing through the void with the most brutal posture and quickly bombarding down.

Seeing this scene, the people present all showed a look of horror on their faces, they never thought that this Mo Yunzun would make a move when he said it, and it was directly a dead hand, under this thunder cloud, even if it was a million elites of Dajing, it would be wiped out in an instant...

The action of a powerhouse of the Four Domains God Realm was undoubtedly terrifying.

"It seems that this scene ended early. ”

When the thundercloud hand covered the heavens and the earth and suppressed the Dajing million army, everyone showed pity on their faces, and he Dajing million army was finally difficult to defeat a god realm powerhouse of the Lingwu Dynasty.

One person is against a million, this is the gap between the top powerhouse and the ants, even if it is a million ants, what is the use?

"Escort King Jing to retreat. ”

Looking at the thundercloud hand falling extremely quickly, Rao is Wind High Priest and other high-level Yue Soul Realm powerhouses also felt powerless. Maybe Mo Yunzun is a one-domain god realm, and they can still rely on the advantage of numbers to deal with it, but a four-domain level god realm powerhouse, they have no choice.

"King Jing, please retreat first. ”

Looking at the thunderclouds rolling down in the sky, Feng Jing was unmoved, and several high-level Yue Spirit Realm powerhouses beside him couldn't help but speak out one after another.

"In this battle, I abandoned my Dajing millions of soldiers, what face do I have to face my Dajing people, to face my Feng family ancestors. In the face of everyone's anxious persuasion, Feng Jing's eyes showed an unprecedented look of perseverance, and he said in a deep voice: "The three armies obey the order, for the eternal survival of my Dajing, today, we will fight to the end!"

"Kill, kill, kill......"

In the face of this life-and-death situation, Fengjing's words set off thousands of waves, and the millions of Dajing troops broke out at this moment, bursting out with a high-spirited fighting spirit, rushing straight to the sky, Rao is the hand of the thunderclouds that suppressed it strongly, and there were some signs of stagnation.

"Sword formation, up!"

When the fighting spirit of the million army was high, Feng Jing ignored his own injuries, the golden sword in his hand was raised again, and his fingers slashed across the sword body, and a stream of blood merged into it;

"No matter, let's shoot together!"

Now, the Wind High Priest and the others also abandoned their inner distractions and were no longer afraid, and several high-level Yue Ling Realms glanced at each other, and the spiritual energy in their bodies swept out like a wave, forming a huge spiritual qi wind pillar, which was finally integrated into Feng Jing's sword array.

"Fight!"

At the same time as the Wind High Priest and the others made a move, among the millions of troops of Dajing, there was a roar like a giant dragon, and the whole world was shaken.

In those million troops, I saw that there was a subtle aura rising from each soldier's body, and between the staggered fusion, the formed aura light pillar exuded a terrifying aura fluctuation...

Rumble!

When the pillar of aura light formed by the fusion of the aura of millions of armies merged into the sword array, it seemed as if the space was condensed at that moment, and the next second, there was a violent roar, and the violent sound wave swept out.

With the aura of millions of troops converging in, the golden light sword array above Feng Jing's head, at this moment, countless golden light sword shadows were condensed as if they were substance, and the sword qi emitted by the entire sword array skyrocketed to a terrifying level.

At this moment, countless people changed color.

"The power of the ants is simply wishful thinking!"

Seeing such a scene, the corners of Mo Yunzun's mouth moved slightly, and his eyes showed fierce killing intent, he never thought that in the face of his cultivation in the Four Domains God Realm, they would still be able to resist.

"In that case, then leave no one. ”

When the killing intent in Mo Yunzun's eyes skyrocketed to the extreme, a loud shout followed. I saw that his hands suddenly changed and sealed, and he suddenly slapped at the Dajing million army...

Swish.

In the sky, only the sound of clouds and thunder was heard, as if destroying the heavens and the earth. The speed of the thundercloud hand skyrocketed, and within everyone's sight, it suddenly landed on the golden light sword array...

Boom!

Hearing a loud sound resounding through the sky, the energy fluctuations like a wave were raging madly, and the whole heaven and earth were shaking violently at this moment, like a scene of doomsday.

In the hands of the thunderclouds, the clouds surged wildly and converged, and the thunder kept roaring, as if it was about to destroy the heavens and the earth, with destructive power, constantly impacting down the golden light sword array.

On the other hand, the golden light sword array, under Feng Jing's control, although it had the blessing of the aura of several high-level Yue Spirit Realm powerhouses and millions of troops, under the crazy impact of that thunder cloud, the golden light became more and more dim...

"I don't know how thick the sky is. ”

In the sky, Mo Yunzun stood with his hands in his hands, as if watching a play, staring at everything below.

"It seems that this million-strong army is about to run out..."

Seeing that the golden light of the sword array was rapidly dimming, everyone was sighing, and this battle, if it weren't for the appearance of Mo Yunzun, the battle between Dajing and Lingwu's million-strong army would be unpredictable.

Boom!

Finally, under the continuous attack of the thundercloud hand, the golden light of the sword array dissipated, and those sword shadows with extremely powerful sword qi also disappeared, and the sword array that Feng Jing and the others had worked so hard to maintain exploded, not only the millions of troops were also counterattacked, and a large number of soldiers fell to the ground, and even the cultivation of Feng Jing and the others in the high-level Yue Soul Realm were all pale with pale faces.

However, the thundercloud hand did not stagnate because of this, after breaking the sword array, the momentum still did not subside for half a minute, and with a thunderous attitude, it was suppressed against the million army of Dajing...

"Are you really going to kill me?"

Looking at the thundercloud hand that came down strongly in the dim sky, Feng Jing's eyes finally showed a look of despair, and in his tone, with unwillingness and helplessness, this Dajing Dynasty finally died in his hands.

"It's over. "In the direction where Jin Renjie and the others were, many people shook their heads again and again, believing that the Dajing million army would be wiped out here...

At this moment, even if Feng Jing still has any hole cards hidden, it is already useless, and in the face of absolute strength, any resistance is pale and powerless.

Dajing's million-strong army was destroyed, and his Feng family lost the weapon of the country, which means that Dajing... Perished!

Thundered...

Under the hands of Lei Yun, the roar of thunder became more and more deafening, and despair shrouded everyone's heart, and everyone was helpless at this moment, slowly closing their eyes, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

Under one hand, millions of dry bones.

After this battle, he Moyun Zun will definitely be famous in the entire Eastern Realm, and the Lingwu Dynasty will also take advantage of the situation to rise and become a new third-level dynasty in the Eastern Realm!

In everyone's sight, just as the thundercloud was about to fall on the heads of the millions of troops of Dajing, in the void, an old voice suddenly resounded, and the torrent was like a storm sweeping out, bombarding everyone's ears...

"Hahaha... Old ghost, are you really no one in my Dajing?"

Hearing this, Mo Yunzun's ancient well without waves suddenly changed drastically, and a gloomy color emerged, and his voice was cold and said to himself: "The wind chapter... You're here after all. ”