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A rain, which came by coincidence, was like the throbbing of the sky, as if this piece of blood was the greatest sorrow in the human world. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The rain was a little dreary, there was no wind, no thunder, and no lightning. Just like that, little by little, the ground was wet and flowed.

On the cangding pavilion, between the falling rain, a thick demonic aura fluctuated. There is no shadow of the soldiers, this kind of trick that cannot be seen or touched, even Leng Qianluo, who is the sect master of the Blood Demon Cave, is frowning, and he can't think of a better way to crack it.

In a hurry, he suddenly turned sideways, and suddenly there were two more wounds on his shoulder, if it weren't for his vigilance, I am afraid that Leng Qianluo would have been seriously injured and died. But even with such a keen vigilance, Leng Qianluo is still a little embarrassed now, and there are no major injuries, but there are a lot more delicate wounds on his body.

"Good, good, good soldier."

With a cold gaze, he said three good words in one breath, but Leng Qianluo really didn't know what to do.

The armor transformed by demonic aura, in terms of real defensive power, compared to the Rock Mansion and the Divine Dao, it is not a point or two, and under the dense attack, it is really difficult to completely dodge.

"Giggle...... There is no shadow of the soldiers, but the name fits this scene very well. ”

Yin Jiumei, who received her own rattan and rushed from the exit of the Tu Teng ladder, smiled coquettishly, at this time, her hands resumed her first entry, but from behind her, countless vines emerged, firmly protecting herself in it.

Leng glanced at the unhurried Yin Jiumei, and Leng Qianluo snorted coldly. If he wants to say that he has no good way to crack this soldier's shadowlessness, but with his cultivation that has almost caught up with the god-guarding spirit, it is not impossible to quickly get out of the range of this soldier's shadowlessness.

However, he could hear what the five elders said before, the Eight Desolations were definitely the treasure of the Cangding Pavilion's Zhenzong, and if he wanted to deal with the Eight Desolations, he would not be too much if he could leave a little more strength.

Being glanced at by Leng Qianluo, Yin Jiumei's eyes rolled, she smiled, and said seriously: "Sect Master Qianluo comes with me." ”

The sound fell, and the vines in the sky burst out from Yin Jiumei's body, and then quickly enveloped Leng Qianluo in its entirety, and then rushed out quickly. The main general moved forward, and the demons who rushed out of the Tuto ladder also strode to keep up, but the difference in strength was there, and only then did they enter the range of the soldiers, and the vast majority of the demons seemed to have entered a meat grinder, and in a few breaths, it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

As the Eight Elders quickly gathered towards the peak of the Stacked Mountain, there, there was the last defense of the Cangding Pavilion, and there was also the existence of the treasure of the Zhenzong to break through the Eight Desolations. Along the way, many disciples of Cangding Pavilion were seriously injured and fell to the ground, and the more they ran, the fewer people came.

Seeing that the sky behind them was wrapped in vines, Yin Jiumei and the two who were hurrying to catch up, a disciple of the Spirit Envoy Realm gritted his teeth fiercely, paused, reflexively faced the chasing demons, and shouted loudly: "Senior brothers, even if there is a breakthrough in the Eight Desolations, it will take time to launch. My Terran disciple, how can I let the evil demon outer Dao run rampant here, and those who are not afraid of death will come with me, fight to the death for my Cangding Pavilion, for the face of my cultivators, and for my human race! ”

This shout made the Eighth Elder who was returning in a hurry couldn't help but look sideways, and when he turned his head to look over, the Cangding Pavilion disciple had already rushed towards Yin Jiumei and the others with his own Purple Mansion Heaven and Earth.

It is too late to say that it is too late, and the decision of the person who sacrifices his life can often get unexpected results. Seeing that this Cangding Pavilion disciple flew up to meet him, without Leng Qianluo making a move, Yin Jiu Mei smiled coldly, and dozens of vines shot out like steel needles.

If you don't hide, the Cangding Pavilion disciple let a vine pass through his body, even if the blood flowed like a stream, he didn't stop at all, and he didn't even snort. It was this kind of persistence that made this Cangding Pavilion disciple rush to a place twenty steps in front of Yin Jiumei.

Seeing that he could no longer advance an inch, this Cangding Pavilion disciple made a decision and chose to blow himself up without hesitation. The self-detonation of the disciples of the Spirit Envoy Realm caused a violent whirlwind of spiritual power, and all obstacles in its path were torn to shreds.

Such a shocking scene made those Cangding Pavilion disciples who only knew how to flee with the Eight Elders couldn't help but pause. When the vines that wrapped Yin Jiumei and the others reappeared and continued to move forward, except for the thousands of disciples who were following the Eighth Elder the fastest, the rest of the Cangding Pavilion disciples actually gave up running away and resolutely stood in front of Yin Jiumei and the others.

"Senior brothers, everyone knows the ferocity of the demon race, if we only care about escaping, I am afraid that we will not be able to raise our heads in the future, and we will all become sinners of the human race, the sky is above, and we will stand up as people! Kill me! ”

I don't know who shouted angrily with hatred, but these words also aroused the desperate hearts of the disciples of Cangding Pavilion, and the training of Cangding Pavilion to establish the sect "The sky is above, and the top is a person" is even more exciting.

All of a sudden, on the way to the top of the Stacked Mountains, the sound of killing was everywhere, and hundreds of thousands of Cangding Pavilion disciples, one by one, with red eyes, shouted loudly and rushed towards Yin Jiumei and the others.

"Death to those who stand in my way!"

With a cold shout, Leng Qianluo once again came out of Yin Jiumei's vines.

The purple-red demonic aura was like a blood-colored cloud. Leng Qianluo's speed was extremely fast, and the spear, picking up and chopping, swirled like lightning, and the corpses were everywhere he passed.

Compared with Leng Qianluo, in such a large-scale scuffle, Yin Jiumei is even more handy. The original graceful and colorful posture, at this time, except for one head, the whole body turned into vines, not to mention thousands of roots, flying up and down, opening teeth and dancing claws, it turned out to be a ten-thousand!

What does it mean to be free and easy in the midst of hosts? What is the meaning of the four aspects of mass murder without changing color? What does it mean that blood is like rain that does not stain its body?

Leng Qianluo and Yin Jiumei, at this moment, are really murderous, and a cloud of blood mist bursts up, and they can't cover their eyes. This is the strength, the strength of the sect masters of the three major demon sects.

The determination of the disciples of the Cangding Pavilion gave them the courage to do not hesitate, but in the face of strong strength, they were still insignificant. In order to slow down the speed of Yin Jiumei's travel, countless Cangding Pavilion disciples had to choose to blow themselves up, and the stumps and flesh were scattered all over the ground, and the entire land seemed to be only red, a shocking red.

Can't help the old tears, the eight elders speed up again, breaking the eight desolations is the only life-saving straw in the Cangding Pavilion now, only by activating it, can there be a chance to wait for the arrival of reinforcements.

The resistance of hundreds of thousands of Cangding Pavilion disciples, even if they were defeated, successfully delayed the travel speed of Yin Jiumei and the others, and also greatly consumed the spiritual power of the two. However, the effect of the blade without a shadow has become more and more powerless with the passage of time, and a large number of demons have rushed out of the range of the blade.

The battle of hundreds of thousands against two is becoming more and more difficult, and the advance of the demon monks makes the battle situation more and more suspenseless. Looking at the tens of thousands of demons who arrived, Leng Qianluo was no longer entangled, and decisively used teleportation to flash out of the battlefield and go straight to the peak.

Looking at Leng Qianluo's back, Yin Jiumei's eyes froze, and she turned her head to the demon clan of Panyan Mansion and said, "Pass the order, no one of our disciples of Panyan Mansion is allowed to go to the peak, and everything that can be used in this Cangding Pavilion will be taken away by me." ”

"Hmph, break the Eight Desolations, Leng Qianluo, let the Ninth Sister see your god-guarding level cultivation, can you break it."

On the top of the stacked mountains, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and from this point of view, it is a vast sea of clouds with no end. There are three cliffs, there is only one way to reach the top, the top of this cliff, there is a small tower, but seven floors, but exquisite, wonderful.

Some of them fled here in embarrassment, following the disciples of the Cangding Pavilion of the Eight Elders, but there were only five thousand people, but all of them were cultivators of the Spirit Envoy Realm, and a thousand of them were even at the peak of the Spirit Envoy Realm.

Coming to the foot of the small tower, the eight elders kept turning over their handprints for a moment, and shouted at the main gate of the small tower: "The sky is moving, the sky is moving, the sky is moving, the sky is protecting the tower, bless my Divine Sect!" ”

Heaven and sky, clouds on clouds, a dark cloud suddenly appeared above the small tower, lightning and thunder suddenly rose, completely enveloping the small tower. Tianqian was in a formation, and the eight elders led five thousand elite disciples into the tower non-stop, and at this time, Leng Qianluo had already chased down the tower.

Standing in front of the small tower, looking at the small tower shrouded in dense thunder and lightning, Leng Qianluo couldn't help frowning, the spear in his hand came out of his hand, and flew into the small tower in the blink of an eye. However, there was a loud bang in the clouds on the small tower, and a thigh-thick lightning bolt came first, instantly crushing the spear into a demonic aura that dissipated with the wind.

"Tianqian Array?"

frowned, with Leng Qianluo's experience, this was once known as the first defensive array in the human world, how could he not know?

There are more than 100,000 Cangding Pavilion disciples at the top of the peak who sacrifice their lives, and it takes a lot of time for the demon reinforcements to rush to the peak, and Yin Jiumei has not followed up until now, Leng Qianluo naturally knows Yin Jiumei's plans.

The power of breaking the Eight Desolations, although he has not seen it, but as the master of a sect, Leng Qianluo has naturally heard of it. Now he is alone at the peak, if he does it, he really doesn't know what the consequences will be, so he can't care about it.

As soon as the main gate of the small tower was closed, he said to the five thousand disciples behind him, "Do you see the futons in each layer of the tower?" Seven-story towers, each with twenty. It takes an extremely large amount of spiritual power to launch the Eight Desolations, and people must sit on each futon and rotate with each other to provide the spiritual power of the Eight Desolations, just waiting for reinforcements to arrive, understand? ”

All the disciples responded in unison, and each sat down on the futon, while the eight elders went straight to the top of the small pagoda. On the top floor of the small tower, there is a small gadget, but the volume that is just held in both hands looks like a spliced dart, a total of eight pieces, inconspicuous.

Seeing this gadget, the eight elders bowed respectfully to the ground, then cherished it in his hand, and sat on the only jade futon in the center of the top floor of the small tower, his fingers linked, and quickly sealed.

Outside the small tower, Leng Qianluo stood still, still trying to crack the method, a moment passed, the small tower suddenly trembled, startled Leng Qianluo jumped, and couldn't help but take two steps back on guard.

"Buzz ......"

A dull loud bang swept through the sky, and from the small tower, something like a saucer flew out. Without the restraint of the small tower, this saucer became bigger and bigger, and finally enveloped the entire peak, and then suddenly turned into eight frisbees of the same size, and before Leng Qianluo could see the appearance of the frisbee clearly, it disappeared like a teleportation.

"Blood slaughter in all directions, I only respect my order, kill!"

In the small tower, the voice of the Eighth Elder suddenly sounded, not to mention this peak, even the entire range of the Cangding Pavilion, which could be heard clearly.

Without waiting for Leng Qianluo to react, he became alert, and was about to launch a teleportation, when this lightning and flint, Leng Qianluo couldn't help but look at his left shoulder in surprise, where there was already nothing, and an arm was cut off silently.

Something is wrong! I thought that the cultivation of the Guardian God Realm should be able to fight with this Broken Eight Desolations, but before he could make a single move, he was hit so hard. Leng Qianluo did not hesitate, grabbed his broken arm and continuously teleported out of the peak, all the way down, but he was shocked.

The demon alliance army that fought with the disciples of the Cangding Pavilion fell in pieces, whether it was the supreme golden body or the vine branches of the Panyan Mansion, they were so vulnerable.

Tens of thousands of demons, in Leng Qianluo's eyes, in less than twenty or thirty breaths, all of them were in different places. This is the Eight Desolations, the legend has it that the first batch of gods who returned to the Eastern Ancient Continent brought back, the Heavenly Realm Magic Weapon Breaking the Eight Desolations!