Yan Qiuhan stood in the enchantment, her face was a little pale, it was the first time she had seen a battle like this.

Watching the demon army of the swamp surround the Shinto soldiers layer by layer, Yan Lingfeng's heart was a little desperate, it seems that he and his father were wrong this time, all the soldiers attacked just now, and now there are almost no people in their hands to dispatch, this battle, defeat is only a matter of time.

Yan Qiuhan bit his lip and thought to himself: "Elder Changchunzi's strategy is right, our war with the Demon Dao can only be defended, not counterattacked, because the gap in our strength is not at the same level at all, the Demon Dao cultivates a soldier of the Condensation Realm, it will not take a few years, and we will cultivate a third-level cultivator, it will take at least ten years, Grandpa's command this time is a big mistake!"

This time the battle between the two realms of the demon gods, the commander-in-chief is Yan Zishang, who has always been Elder Ivy Chunzi before, Elder Ivy Chunzi's tactics are very simple, that is, to defend the main peak of Yunshan Pass, use the defensive array to shoot the demon soldiers, and also organize a surprise sneak attack by masters above the sixth layer, and kill the demon soldiers, the masters of the demon army are not as many as Shinto, so they will suffer, and they can't go all out every time they attack, but Yan Zishang completely overturned Ivy Chunzi's tactics, and he felt that he had to defeat the demon path in one fell swoop, which could be exchanged for long-term peace.

Therefore, Yan Zishang arranged a small amount of defense in the seventy-seven peaks of Yunshan Pass, so that the demon army thought that he had succeeded step by step, but he didn't know that all the elite soldiers of the Shinto were concentrated in Qitian Peak, and when the demon army attacked Qitian Peak, they carried out a comprehensive counterattack from top to bottom.

Yan Zishang also has his reasons for doing this, that is, this time he transferred a large number of cultivators from the Shinto Continent, in the past, the ratio of Shinto to Demon Dao soldiers was one to seven, one to eight, but now it has been reduced to one to two, but he never expected that the Demon Dao has also increased soldiers this time, and there are at least 50,000 demon troops hidden in the big swamp, counting up, the number ratio of the two sides, there is still a gap of one to four or five, even if each other's combat effectiveness is equal, the Divine Dao will not escape defeat.

Yan Qiuhan took out a jade plaque and asked hesitantly, "Father, do you want to summon all the elders of the Council of Elders?"

Yan Lingfeng's eyes were a little desperate, and he said: "Elder Changchunzi went out to fight, the Demon Dao came out with two top masters, just now the father and the king fought, and the Demon Dao has two top masters to fight, I don't know how many hidden masters there are in the Demon Dao?"

Yan Qiuhan said: "You mean, even if you summon it, it's too late?"

Yan Lingfeng's staff was a little, and the last team of beast cavalry rushed down from Qitian Peak, and he said in a deep voice: "It's the battle situation in front of you to decide the winner, I think the Demon Dao also means this!"

The last group of Shinto beast cavalry to rush out, there were twenty people, all of them were cultivators of the fifth layer of the Dan Realm, and as soon as they entered the demon army, they immediately rushed out of a bloody path and regrouped several teams of Shinto soldiers who were fighting separately.

On the altar of the demon army, Peng Yikun's magic sword waved, and a team of demon troops riding rhinoceros suddenly rushed out, and they killed the beast cavalry team of the Shinto, dividing and scattering the last twenty beast cavalry team of the Shinto, and they could no longer form a collective impact.

Wu Fei was horrified in his heart, with the current battle situation, if Shinto wanted to win, he was less than one percent sure.

Peng Yikun threw another punch, Wu Fei carried the coiled dragon shield to resist, bang, the power of this punch was very weird, he was beaten up by a rotating force, and the coiled dragon shield also flew out of his hand, and his body hit the protective wall and bounced down.

Peng Yikun laughed wildly and said: "See, boy, this time we are going to bloody the Qingxiao faction and Yanxiao country, sweep the Divine Dao, and the glory of more than sixty years ago is about to reappear!"

Wu Fei spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, he struggled to get up, tried to run the spiritual power, and found that the little spiritual power he had recovered just now was completely knocked out by this punch, he was secretly anxious, now that the coiling dragon shield has been taken off, how will the next blow be resisted?

In the great battle more than sixty years ago, Shinto was defeated, and the demon army broke through the Yunshan Pass, swept in, and plundered Shinto, and Lin Mohan, the head of the small bamboo forest at that time, and several elders died in that battle.

The situation on the battlefield was already one-sided, and the Shinto soldiers were about to collapse, Peng Yikun raised his leg and walked towards Wu Fei.

Wu Fei held the blue moonlight tightly with one hand, and his gaze suddenly caught a glimpse of the huge magic mirror in the center of the altar.

Peng Yikun smiled and walked seven steps in front of Wu Fei to stand still, and said, "Why don't you make a move, aren't you very good at sneak attacks, I'll give you a chance!"

Wu Fei raised the blue moonlight and said lightly: "If I make a move, you won't have a chance!"

Peng Yikun's body was entangled with a purple mist, and the magic sword in his hand emitted a dazzling light, Wu Fei felt as if his soul was about to be sucked out of his body, this feeling was somewhat similar to his battle against Lin Zihuan in the sea of knowledge.

"Come on, I want you to know what happened to me against me!"

"Okay—"

Wu Fei suddenly raised his eyebrows, and the blue moonlight in his hand turned into a streamer and shot behind Peng Yikun.

The purple mist on Peng Yikun's body suddenly increased, but the blue moonlight did not attack him at all, but drew a graceful arc, shooting directly at the magic mirror in the center of the altar.

"Smack-"

A cracking sound sounded, Peng Yikun turned around in astonishment, and saw a crack open on the magic mirror placed in the center of the altar, and the blue moonlight suddenly disappeared after submerging into the magic mirror.

In the cracking, a faint sigh came, it was a woman's voice, and the voice seemed to be heavenly.

Peng Yikun sighed and muttered: "No, it's impossible, except for that thing in this world, there is no magic weapon that can break this goddess mirror!"

Wu Fei was stunned, and said secretly: "Goddess Mirror?" He knew that there were three major forces in the Demon God Temple of the Demon Dao, the first was the Demon Lord, the Demon Lord was high, and his status was equivalent to the lord of a country; the second was the Goddess, the Divine Lady was similar to the Living Buddha, she was the statue of the Demon God Temple, the ice was clear and jade, peerless and beautiful, equivalent to the existence of the gods; the third was the priest, the Demon God Temple had nine priests, and the nine priests were different from the nine elders of the Shinto, they ostensibly served the Demon Lord and the goddess, and handled the daily affairs of the Demon Dao, but in fact they called the shots, and now they are the biggest force in the Demon Dao.

Click, click-

The magic mirror slowly cracked and shattered.

With the rupture of the magic mirror, the ranks of the demon army were slightly commotionous.

A woman's hazy figure walked out of the shattered, she walked lightly with lotus steps, and before the figure appeared, a divine aura came to her face.

This woman walked very slowly, every step was extremely graceful, and her nobility seemed to be innate.

Peng Yikun didn't dare to look up, so he fell to the ground and shouted, "Meet Your Majesty the Goddess!"

Wu Fei gradually saw the woman's appearance clearly, her facial features were exquisite, her eyes were bright, she smiled, she was not dissatisfied, this face could not be described as beautiful alone, he was surprised: "You, you are Aunt Junxiang, Ouyang Junxiang?"