Xiao Yong was confronting He Kun and Chiayi with nearly a thousand martial emperors, and he now felt weak, the pain was unbearable, and he was sour and numb. But he didn't show anything on the surface, he just ran the Dragon Sutra rapidly, and the spiritual power in the forty-eight vertical and ninety-six horizontal meridians was operated to the extreme, quickly eliminating fatigue and trying his best to transfer pain and soreness.

Although each Martial Emperor was only a sword, each of them had to exert fifty percent of his strength, and the amount of energy consumed to kill so many Martial Emperors could be imagined. Some of the bones that were healing opened again when he exerted his strength, some of the wounds were healing, giving him a very itchy feeling, and there were some bodies and nerves that had been tense, bringing him endless fatigue.

The underworld attacked the top of the mountain within fifty miles, and Kun and Chiayi were full of joy. As long as it is defeated there, it will deal a huge blow to the resistance forces on the southwest front, and if Xiao Yong can be dragged and killed, it will be even more perfect, even if it is cost-effective to sacrifice two generals. The two did not attack, but slowly approached with bone sticks to prevent Xiao Yong from going back to the rescue.

There is no shortage of martial emperors in the underworld, and there is no shortage of generals. Hongchun was killed, and they showed anger, which was sympathy, and that was the sharing of honor and disgrace. He was the leader of this team, and being stoned to death in the face was tantamount to a slap in the face.

When the Underworld monk reached the top of the mountain, Chiayi laughed, "Xiao Yong, how do you feel when you see that your stronghold is about to be conquered?"

Xiao Yong smiled faintly, "We are 100,000 Martial Kings and Martial Emperors, 1,000 Martial Emperors, and you are 10,000 Martial Emperors and 1,000 Martial Emperors." Now, your Martial Emperor is less than 5,000, and your Martial King Martial Jun is less than 600,000, and our number has not changed in any way. You ask me how I feel, and I want to ask you how you feel. ”

Chiayi's face froze, and then he snorted, "In my underworld, there are no monks who are afraid of death, and there are endless monks. What you don't know is that we, the dead monks, can be here again thirty years later. ”

Xiao Yonghong said loudly, "What nonsense! Maybe you generals have this possibility." But the vast majority of the rest of the Martial Emperors and Martial Kings have either turned into soul crystals, or have become food for the powerful souls of you people!"

While drinking and chatting with Mani, Xiao Yong figured out the source of those unmarked souls. It is rare for the Dragon Roar Continent to have such a condensed soul, so it can only be obtained from other places, and the Underworld is one of them. He was a little suspicious that Mani's soul had already been collected, because he had two generals under his name.

Chiayi shouted "Nonsense!" but did not continue to stimulate Xiao Yong. To Xiao Yong's surprise, those Underworld Martial Emperors were indifferent to his somewhat provocative words, and it seemed that they already knew it.

After a few words of exchange, the two sides once again entered a quiet confrontation.

Xiao Yong didn't move, he was using this rare opportunity to recover his body, and the faster he recovered, the better, the more the better. At this level, I have already comprehended some things, and my state of mind is much calmer.

When I returned to the sect from the sea, I saw that the name on the crystal tablet was constantly changing, and I knew that there was something. The Crystal Tablet is not only a reflection of the number of Underworld monks killed, but also an existence that shows the dynamics of the battlefield. Only those who have a heart will know what is happening on the battlefield.

He was gambling, betting on the knowledge of those people in the sect about the crystal tablet. What I didn't expect was that the record of this battle was too amazing, and it stunned those people in the sect. But fortunately, someone reacted and thought of coming over to join the battle, and Murong Yan also reacted immediately and asked them to bring more bows and arrows.

He was gambling, betting on the resistance of the mountaintop formation. This formation refers to Xiao Yong's latest research method to shield evil qi, which he researched in order to prevent evil qi from entering Li Jingyi's body; although it was not very successful, it still had a certain effect. Even if the Underworld Monks attacked, their combat power would be reduced by two percent. When Ben came to the Dragon Roar Continent, their combat power dropped by two percent, plus two percent here, then they wouldn't be so terrible.

He was gambling, gambling on the combat power and perseverance of the disciples of the Taoist Sect. The Seeking Dao Sect has always been a united sect, and it is also a sect that promotes advancement by pursuing combat power, which is determined according to Xiao Yong's cultivation style. Facing so many enemies this time, he wanted to try it and see what the sect's combat power and belief were.

He was gambling that he would be able to recover to sixty percent of his combat strength when the underworld monks attacked the top of the mountain, and he could go back to the rescue, defeat the millions of underworld armies, and cause greater losses to the underworld.

As the Martial Emperor of the Underworld fell close to the top of the mountain, Xiao Yong's heart beat violently twice, the bet was right! The sect came to reinforcements, and they discovered the secret of the crystal tablet.

Unleashed the Danhuo, and shrouded towards Hekun and Chiayi and a thousand martial emperors. Xiao Yong rushed forward, and roared in his heart, "Xiao Ding, zoom in!"

Zhen Ding, who quickly became thicker, flew forward, and collided with Kun and Chiayi flying straight back, and one by one the Martial Emperors were splashed with flesh and blood. Xiao Yong followed with the sword of the years, quickly reaping the lives of the surrounding martial emperors.

He Kun and Chiayi didn't expect Xiao Yong to greet them and not hit one, and immediately offered Danhuo to them; stunned, they saw a rapidly growing Ding crashing towards them, and the two joined hands to smash towards Zhending, but they were bent in both hands, all fractured, and the bone stick came off; the sternum was fractured, and it flew straight back.

The two of them were shocked, and at the same time they roared at Xiao Yong, who was chasing after him with a knife, and at the same time released soul soldiers to attack Xiao Yong.

Xiao Yong also used a dragon roar to block the two flying condensed bone rods in the air, but the person quickly fell to the ground. After fighting for so long, his soul power points have lost nearly sixty percent, and he has no strength to fight against the two of them, so he can only dodge.

However, Zhen Ding's attack did not stop, Xiao Ding still attacked the two of them, knocking them upside down again, and at the same time spewing out a mouthful of blue blood with internal organs.

"Wow! It has lost 20% of my soul power, and there are only a little more than 20% left. Swallowing two soul crystals, Xiao Yong muttered, his fingers rubbed and flicked continuously, and the blue flames met the two bone rods.

In the Danhuo, the bone rod decreased very quickly, and when it broke through the dragon roar impact and attacked again, it was only sixty percent of the original. When encountering the blue flames that tore through the space, they were immediately shredded.

"Damn, I still forgot, I still have the ability to comprehend space. If you had used it earlier, why would you need to consume so much soul power and become in a dizzy state now?" Seeing the two bone sticks being chopped and scattered, Xiao Yong smiled bitterly.

Later, I accidentally discovered that the Danhuo was very beneficial to the soul soldiers of the monks of the underworld, and then I found that the Danhuo, which did not have much effect on the Longxiao Continent, turned out to be a big killer against the monks of the underworld; now, I unconsciously popped out the Danhuo, but found that the power of space could be used at the same time, smashing the soul soldiers of the other party, and found a new killing weapon.

This is also to blame Xiao Yong for making too fast progress, mastering too many things, and not having time to think calmly. Coupled with the Baowan Continent, many things can't be used, and they have been there for twenty years, of which eighteen years have been spent in the Batu Cave to temper their souls, and they have forgotten a lot of things.

When she returned to the Longxiao Continent, she first had a big battle with the monks of the underworld, which caused Li Jingyi to be injured and unconscious; when she was trying to find a solution for her, the six martial emperors attacked and went to solve this problem; after calming down the affairs of the sect, she soon came out to fight with the monks of the underworld, and the most she thought about was how to solve the problem of Li Jingyi's awakening.

The soul soldiers were destroyed, and their bodies were smashed like this again, and He Kun and Chiayi were also frightened, and no longer tried to chase Xiao Yong forward, but turned around and ran towards the edge of Danhuo, running directly to the north.

At the moment when they turned around, Xiao Yong shook a little, and then slowly floated to his original position.

"Master, let me smash it a little longer!"

"Boss, let me out and kill them by tens of thousands. ”

"Okay, you two are going to kill for a while. However, you can only fight the Martial Emperor, and the main thing is to injure the Martial Emperor more, don't entangle. Xiao Yong swallowed the two soul crystals, put away the Danhuo, and let the Time Knife fly out by itself.

Now he can't support it, his head is too dizzy, his eyes are too dazzled, and if he can support Xiao Ding and the knife, he can't support the consumption of Danhuo. Xiao Han and Li Jingyi had already led people to chase and kill the monks of the underworld to thousands of miles in front of him, and he didn't want to show his flaws, give those deserters a chance to take advantage of, and not worry Li Jingyi and the others.

Xiao Ding and Xiao Dao did not chase and kill He Kun and Chiayi, but killed those routs. Xiao Yong knew that he couldn't catch up with the two, they still had nearly a hundred martial emperors by his side, and they couldn't kill them if they caught up.

The monks of the underworld were attacked by a sudden attack when they approached the top of the mountain, and then the people on the top of the mountain quickly rushed out, and a volley of arrows was fired, and a large piece of it was knocked down, causing them a great psychological shock, and they had no heart to resist again, because those who resisted were immediately shot into a sieve by the other party.

Seeing Xiao Yong, the god of killing, floating in the air, he didn't make a move, but only let his two magic weapons attack them, and those martial emperors who ran fast hurriedly turned around and flew around him.

When the pursuers passed by Xiao Yong's side, some shouted "Great Elder", and some shouted "Great Elder Xiao", but no one stopped and continued to shoot forward with their bows.

Xiao Yong just smiled and waved at them.

In the eyes of those monks who passed by him, Xiao Yong already disdained to fight those underworld monks and give them more opportunities.

Li Jingyi flew straight to Xiao Yong and grabbed his arm.

Xiao Yong smiled, "It's better to be an old husband and wife!"

Li Jingyi snorted, tears streaming down her face, "Don't speak!" Let's go back. ”

Xiao Yong shook his head, "Not yet." Let them chase at least 100,000 miles. ”

Li Jingyi said with tears in her eyes, "Now, a martial king can defeat you, right?"

"That's impossible. Even if there is one more warrior, I will still be able to escape. You know, I still have Zhending. ”

In all the places in the Longxiao Continent where there were crystal tablets, groups of monks looked at the crystal tablets solemnly, watching the three words of the Seeking Dao Sect appear more and more, and the ranking of the monks of their own forces continued to decline, and they didn't know what was going on on that line.

Murong Yan stood alone in front of the crystal stele, watching more and more words of the Seeking Dao Sect appear on the crystal stele, tears raining down.