On the city tower, Zhuzhu's blue beautiful eyes kept staring at the four demon generals in the distance, Ying Jiu and Zichuan Hong, and her face was slightly pale.

The five purple rune arrows just now are the strongest blow she can send at the moment, which contains her natal power, in the case of the blood poison has just been removed, and the vitality has not fully recovered, even the ancient demon clan will feel a little difficult, seeing the five people who staggered back on the ground and quickly stood firm, her legs were slightly bent, and she jumped into the air, like a predatory female leopard, and gently landed under the city, her feet just touched the ground, and the black hair floating behind her was windless and automatic, inserted in her waist, and more than a dozen strange blades on the side of her legs flew out at the same time, rotating rapidly around her body, and the rolled up Dao Dao light blade instantly took the lives of more than a dozen demon warriors around her。

Seeing the beads that seemed to be bathed in holy light, and feeling the powerful coercion in the air, a trace of fear welled up in the hearts of the demon army who were not afraid of death, and several high-level blood skeleton warriors held giant swords and steel shields and did not dare to move forward, and the three thousand demon armies that swarmed behind also dodged to both sides, and a blank space appeared in front of the north gate of Quicksand City.

The war was far from over, and had even just begun, but the death of the behemoth had once again boosted the morale of the defenders.

The drums in the city were thundering, the shouts of killing outside the city were rising again, the five major families were rapidly destroying the ladder under the city, and the evil worm soldiers of the demon army had climbed the city wall and started a melee battle with the defenders.

Ye Haotian held the long knife in his hand, turned around slowly, and his gaze fell on Ying Jiu's face in the distance through the gap of the sharp blade flying around the bead body in front of him, his face gradually turned cold, and his eyes revealed hatred and hatred that he had never seen before.

"Ying Jiu, no matter how you are resurrected, today, Lao Tzu will kill you again. ”

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The flame of the demon soul burned once again wrapped Ye Haotian's whole body, and the black long knife in his hand brought up a fiery red rainbow and slashed at Ying Jiu in front of him, Ying Jiu raised his sword to meet him, and the air wave generated by the collision of the swords rolled up a cloud of dust and mist on the ground, and all the surrounding grass mustard sand stones, together with the corpse of a blood skeleton warrior, disintegrated in the air wave, turning into fine particles and merging into the dust mist.

At the same time that Ye Haotian pounced, Zhuzhu also rushed towards Zichuan Hong under the entanglement of more than a dozen flying blades, and in her hand, at some point, there were two crescent-shaped scimitars.

Feeling the powerful aura emanating from Zhuzhu's body, the four demon generals swung their swords at the same time to surround her in the middle, and the sound of close weapons colliding was like wind chimes blown by the wind, resounding continuously on the boiling battlefield.

Seeing Ye Haotian's terrifying combat power, the faces of the two family heads in the city, Yan Sha and Yu Hua, had already turned pale.

They glanced at each other in the chaos, and they both saw the shock and palpitations on each other's faces, recalling that they had planned to subdue Ye Haotian by force last night and hand him over to the demon army, and they suddenly felt a burst of fear. The peak of the four realms, such a strength is not to mention in the small quicksand city, even if it is placed in the summer capital Anyang, it will be classified as a strong person, if you really want to destroy their family, any resistance is superfluous except for the neck to be cut.

Among the nine realms of cultivation, there is an insurmountable gap between each two realms, of which the gap between the three realms and the four realms is the largest.

According to the experience accumulated in the cultivation world for tens of thousands of years, the three realms of condensing qi, transforming qi, and passing through the Xuan are called the 'heaven-given' three realms, and the cultivators of this realm still stay at the level of strength, speed, and skill when fighting, and they cannot be regarded as real cultivation.

And once you cross the threshold of the three realms and enter the four realms, the strength of the cultivator will be doubled, whether it is the true spirit of the four realms, the five realms of leisure, or the six realms of divine concealment, they have all exceeded the level of 'technique' and have been raised to the level of 'qi' and 'yi', these three realms are the beginning of real cultivation, it tests the practitioner's understanding and talent, and is called the 'apocalypse' three realms by the cultivation world.

In a head-on battle, within the Heavenly Three Realms, cultivators can rely on sophisticated equipment, powerful martial arts and many other means to achieve cross-border challenges, but when facing the masters of the Four Realms, no matter how powerful the Three Realms cultivators are, there is no possibility of victory. Unless, with a high-level imperial costume.

Ye Haotian's true cultivation is no more than the Transformation Qi Realm, and there is still a long way to go from the cultivators of the Four Realms, but the powerful power released after the Demon Soul is burned has already implied a certain rule between heaven and earth, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary masters of the Four Realms, even ordinary people who have no cultivation talent can feel the horror of that power, let alone the cultivators of the five major families.

Strong is only relative.

Under Ye Haotian's crazy attack, Ying Jiujie retreated, and the blades from the black long knife slashed at his body again and again, leaving hideous wounds one after another, and a layer of black mist gradually emerged from Ying Jiu's body, and the serpentine sword in his hand was churning up and down in the black mist, and he had no power to fight back at all.

This situation, in the eyes of anyone, will think that Ye Haotian has the advantage. But Ye Haotian didn't think so, not only that, but a trace of painful and unwilling hatred gradually appeared in his eyes that were red by anger.

The pain had nothing to do with the wounds on his body, unwilling because he had already felt that the power of the demon's burning burst was slowly decreasing, and until now, he had not been able to force Ying Jiu to manifest his body.

Not showing his body means that Ying Jiu is not having a hard time dealing with him, which means that his idea of killing Ying Jiu today is simply impossible to come true.

What surprised Ye Haotian even more was that he found that the wounds left by the black long knife on Ying Jiu's body were rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flesh and bones of the wound were faintly revealing some silver-white points of light, and when he suddenly figured out what those points of light were, his heart suddenly tightened, and the hand holding the knife trembled.

It's divine blood! How can there be the holy glow of divine blood in Infant Jiu's body!

At the moment when Ye Haotian was stunned, Ying Jiu suddenly launched a counterattack, and the black mist around his body spread out in a burst manner, enveloping Ye Haotian's body and the true blood flames burning outside his body, and in the black mist, the snake-shaped red sword conjured more than a dozen blood-red snake shadows, piercing into Ye Haotian's lower abdomen at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and piercing through his body, revealing half of the scarlet sword tip at the back waist.

Ye Haotian's body stiffened violently, and the fireworks emitted by the burning demon soul instantly became dim, as if he didn't feel pain at all, staring blankly at Ying Jiu's hideous and ugly smug face.

"You...... How can there be the power of divine blood in the body?" Ye Haotian asked in a trembling voice.

Seeing Ye Haotian's reaction and feeling the rapidly flowing demon soul power in his body, Ying Jiu chattered and laughed twice, and said, "You can't think of it, it's all thanks to you!"

"Is that why you were resurrected?"

Ye Haotian's frightened eyes showed a look of disbelief.