Cangdu was wrapped in a barrier, and the black chains were firmly bound to him.

The moment he was wrapped in the barrier, he lost his ability to control the sky, and fell straight from the sky, and he could no longer feel a little breath on his body.

White smoke billowed from the point where the chains came into contact with their bodies, and then they sank inch by inch. It was as if something extremely corrosive was corroding his body.

The Ghost Tribulation Mantra, this is not so much a formation as something close to a spell.

"Ba Kun, you dare!" Cang Du could only shout his anger in his voice, he really underestimated Ba Kun. Bakun is reckless, he does things but with his heart, but he also has brains, knowing that it is impossible to defeat Cangdu, and he has been honestly dividing for so many years, just to be able to succeed in the last blow.

Cang Du did not underestimate his mind, but underestimated his determination.

For the sake of Qianxi, he can be desperate, he can touch the forbidden art, and even dare to fight against Cangdu.

"Old immortal, don't scream. After laughing, Bakun finally calmed down. His calmness makes the bottom of my heart go hairy. The tsunami-like wind and tsunami were hidden in a silent silence, "I know this thing can't bind you for long." With your strength, half a day is enough to break free, and for me, half a day is more than enough. ”

"Ba Kun, his existence is related to the future of the entire Demon Realm, if you dare to make a move against him, you will be the enemy of the entire Demon Realm!" Cang Du continued to roar.

"I know. Ba Kun sighed suddenly, and his sigh made people feel a kind of sadness mixed with it. Sadness is like longing, endless, "Don't blame me, everyone is an old acquaintance, when there was no kid before, we didn't get along." It's just that this time it's for my woman, you said that I didn't care about the entire demon world, and I also admitted it, anyway, I'm like this, and you already knew it. ”

Ba Kun closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them, and the deep pressure like the sea filled the air, and he stood in the air, stepping out step by step.

"Bakun, you stop me!" Cangdu fell to the ground and roared loudly.

"Cangdu, shut up, I'm done with this wicked man today!"

Yaoshang's face turned pale, she knew that she couldn't win against Bakun. Cangdu is her only backer, and when this backer collapses, the tide of battle has been reversed.

"Yaoshang, let me ask you again, do you want to let or not?" Ba Kun walked up to Yaoshang and asked sharply.

Yaoshang struggled.

On the city wall, Mo Huang clasped his hands, and cold sweat flowed down the edges of his stiff cheeks. After nine years of perseverance, maybe it will fall short today.

Seeing that Yaoshang didn't answer, Ba Kun sneered, waved his palm lightly, and behind him, the sound of fighting resounded.

A huge crowd of people poured in. is no longer the thousand people before, and the number of rushing at this moment is several times more than before. This is all the horses under Ba Kun, he brought everyone here, and this battle in front of him is the last battle he has been preparing for several years.

The elite came out together, and he himself went out himself. With several times the strength of Yaoshang, how can Yaoshang resist without the big protective array.

There was no need for Yaoshang to order, Mo Huang raised the long knife in his hand: "Everyone, kill with me!"

The sound of swords out of the body lingered in the four fields, and the soldiers and armor all over the city poured out. In that collision of the Decepticon, almost all the formations had been destroyed, and all defenses had failed. And without these, all that is left is the most direct hand-to-hand combat.

The two parties collided together, without too much humility, and meeting was a killing intent that penetrated the depths of the soul.

Perhaps there has not been such a large-scale battle since the last 10,000-year reincarnation.

Mo Huang took the lead and brandished a giant knife into the crowd. Slash with a long knife and slash down one enemy after another.

Above the battlefield, Yaoshang and Bakun gradually rose, and their battlefield was not here.

When they rose to a certain height, and even Naluo City was no longer visible, they both stopped.

"What's the point of you doing this for that kid's sake?" asked Ba Kun in a loud voice.

"What's the point, you'll probably never know it for the rest of your life, what's the use of me telling you. Yaoshang took out a piece of silk and smiled coldly. For so many years, she has been missing her smile for a long time, and her rare smile is colder than the snowfall in December.

"Just a foreign boy, just because he carries the power of inheritance, he has disturbed the entire demon world. Yaoshang, you are the lord of the succubus, just for the sake of such a person of unknown origin, would you rather stand in front of me?"

A faint laugh came from Yaoshang's mouth, but there was also bitterness in that laughter. Is it worth it? I have asked myself countless times, but I have never come up with an answer.

Nine years are like a day, why did she stick to this day?

Without saying much, the ribbon in his hand danced around his body.

If you want to stop Bakun, there is no other way than war.

Yao's silk was thrown forward, turning into a colorful match and hitting Bakun's face.

Ba Kun turned his hand and slammed it on top of the match.

The pit flew out upside down, and Yaoshang also retreated again and again. She almost tried her best to make a move, but was casually defused by Ba Kun.

"Are you really going to fight?" Ba Kun was furious.

"Of course my little sister doesn't want to, so if you don't fight, are you willing to retreat?"

"Yaoshang, you have to compensate that kid for his burial, and I will fulfill you!" When he roared, Ba Kun's fist was like an arrow from Xuan, and a fist roared out. The fist strength was divided into two and two into four, and when he came to Yaoshang, he had already turned into a fist shadow in the sky.

Yaoshang dodged left and right, shuttling through the dense shadow of her fists, dodging attacks again and again at the last moment. Wan Caixia's clothes were activated, and the clothes on her body bloomed with a thousand rays of light, wrapping towards Bakun from all directions.

In the glow, there is a coquettish smile without a woman, mottled light and shadow, like a candlelight red curtain, in which the shadows of countless women twist their waists.

Wan Caixiayi's role is mental interference, relying on this, she once controlled Bakun once.

The gap in strength between her and Ba Kun cannot be bridged, and the only way to narrow this gap is to rely on the effect of Wan Caixia clothes to narrow this gap as much as possible.

When the glow was filling, Ba Kun suddenly retreated, and he had personally learned how powerful this move was.

As he stepped back, several palm prints were imprinted one after another. Each palm has the power to turn over the mountains and seas, and when Yaoshang made a move, she didn't have time to dodge, and the palm prints hit her one after another.

The halo on Wan Caixia's clothes dimmed, and she drowned in the explosion with a miserable cry, and opened her mouth to spew out a dark red.

It's so red that it's dazzling, and it's so red that it's terrifying.

The halo on Wan Caixia's clothes slowly dimmed, which was clearly a manifestation of spiritual failure. For the inheritance spirit weapon, a great loss of spirituality means that the power of inheritance is damaged.

At other times, she might be able to delay for a while by relying on words or even other tricks, but in the current situation, all the efforts have been in vain.

In a simple battle of strength, she will not have a slight chance of winning.

The battlefield below.

Mo Huang slaughtered in all directions and led everyone to rampage through the crowd.

There have been so many battles to defend the city, but this one is the most tragic.

Not long before the battle began, there were already mountains of corpses on the ground.

He watched as the people around him fell one after another, some of whom he knew and some of whom he didn't.

Whether it's a demon soldier, a demon general, or a demon venerable, whenever you encounter it, it's a fight.

His clothes had long been in tatters, and he didn't know if there were dozens or hundreds of wounds on his body.

Anyway, rushing into the crowd is to roll around in a sea of knives and axes.

The knife slashed, and one corpse after another fell under him. At first, he was able to charge, but gradually, he was blocked back by the crowd. Just swinging the blade in the same place.

His ears were filled with whining, and all he could see was red blood.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting in this environment, and before he knew it, the corpses under him were piling up higher and higher.

The bloody nature cultivated in the past few years has exploded. Roaring, swinging knives, blood splattering, and so on and over again.

He snorted suddenly, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood red, mixed with the blood red on his body.

A spear pierced his chest from behind. It was a fist-sized hole in his chest. Blood gushed out, and it was warm.

His body was cold, and his body temperature and life were flowing in blood.

Looking back, he was also a fourth-level Demon Venerable of the Heavenly Rank behind him.

Mo Huang turned his hand and cut off the man's arm with a knife.

The man cried out in pain and did not stop, and another spear stabbed at him. At the same time that the spear pierced Mo Huang's abdomen, Mo Huang slashed at the top of the man's head.

The dignified Demon Venerable has become the soul of his sword.

The rest of the demon soldiers and demon generals were still in front of each other, Mo Huang's eyes were a little bloodshot, he reached out and rubbed it, the more he rubbed it, the redder it became, and the blood soaked in his eye sockets, making him a little unable to open his eyes.

There was a sudden pain in the back.

A few pops were heard.

Behind him, there were a few more spears. The spearhead was completely submerged in the flesh.

Several demon generals surrounded him.

Mo Huang couldn't hear what they were saying, and the people around him were probably shouting, "He's dying...... Kill him" or something.

Mo Huang swung a knife with his backhand, and stumbled a few times.

His feet were soft, and he didn't know whose corpse he was stepping on.

He didn't know that the slash didn't hit, but the voice didn't sound again.

His consciousness was a little confused, as if he was gradually sinking into a cold seabed.

The long knife thrust in front of him, holding on to the hilt of the knife. The breath in his mouth was thick and heavy, and gradually, even the breath exhaled in his mouth became weaker and weaker.

The blood in his chest was not stopping, but it wasn't as violent as it began.

A hole as big as a fist, this kind of injury is equally fatal on the Demon Venerable's body.

His eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and his body was sinking deeper and deeper into the seabed, getting deeper and deeper...... Getting deeper and deeper......

On the skyrim.

The battle between the Seven Demons did not spill over to the crowd below.

Yaoshang was covered in blood, and a piece of Bakun's palm prints came from all over the world.

Yaoshang waved the silk in her hand with difficulty, forcibly took a few palms, and her body flew quickly to the side.

She doesn't want to confront Bakun head-on, she wants to delay, as long as she can drag it for half a day, Cangdu will be able to turn the tide.

She didn't care about the situation of the battle below. Whether it was worth it or not, she didn't want to think about it.

I tried my best, just to delay that time.

Ba Kun had two more palms imprinted on her back. With a low groan, the light of the rainbow clothes dimmed to the extreme. The delicate body fell like a paper kite with a broken thread. Leave a long line of blood in the air.

There is a realm difference in each other's cultivation, and Bakun's palm print is extremely heavy, even Yaoshang can't bear it.

"Stubborn, I'll send you on your way today!" Ba Kun is already red-eyed, what seven demons, what inheritance, he doesn't care about those for a long time.

As he shouted, a ray of light enveloped him, and in the glow, he was like a dream.

"When death is on the verge of death, do you still have to struggle?" Ba Kun stomped his foot, and the glow shattered in response.

Yaoshang, who was still falling, was like a thunderbolt, her whole body spasmed, she couldn't control the sky, and her falling momentum was a little faster.

As it fell, what reverberated in her mind was not the pain of regurgitation, not the numbness caused by the injury. In her consciousness, she remembered those cold eyes. The cold eyes that had made her fidgeting for years.

Maybe he will really die at the hands of Ba Kun today, among all the seven demons, only Ba Kun is the kind of reckless guy, and it will not be strange for him to do anything.

Faintly, she heard someone below shouting "Adult", which sounded like Qingzhu's voice.

If only I could see that person again before I die.

Seeing his different eyes...... At least a little more gentleness......

At the same time, she couldn't feel her own weight, the aura in her body was chaotic, and the power of inheritance was damaged, bringing backlash. Not even the sky can do it.

In that haze, the body suddenly stagnated and fell into a person's arms. A warm feeling came, and what greeted me was a familiar pitch-black sword.