"The shop is small and the profit is thin, and there is no counteroffer, but I'm not so unkind, give you three hours, you think about it slowly, I'm not in a hurry!"

The ghost-eyed old monster was almost fainted by anger, those disciples couldn't even support it for half an hour, and they were still talking about Mao's three hours?

This is obviously refusing to let go, seeing that the evil path disciples keep falling, and now there are less than five hundred people left.

On the other hand, the righteous path disciples on the other side were as imposing as a rainbow, and basically there were not many fewer disciples, which was an extremely unequal consumption.

"Okay, I'll say yes, stop!" roared the ghost-eyed old monster.

Hearing the voice of the ghost-eyed old monster, the evil path disciples breathed a sigh of relief, and their weapons slowed down.

But when they slowed down, the righteous path disciples were all red-eyed, and there was no trace of relaxation at all, and in an instant, more than a dozen evil path disciples were directly hacked to death, and they were still confused before they died: Isn't it already over, kill me for Mao?

"What are you talking about? I didn't hear clearly," Longchen tilted his head, pretending not to hear clearly.

"Bastard, I said I promised you terms, stop it"

The ghost-eyed old monster was furious, his hair stood on end, his face was green with anger, and with a roar, the entire battlefield trembled.

"Oh, I heard you clearly this time, I'm sorry, brothers, stop, back off"

Only then did Longchen shout, although he was ruthless, he also wanted to wipe out all the evil Dao disciples in his heart.

But that is completely inconsistent with the strategy, and now these disciples of the evil path are the last hope of the ghost-eyed old monster.

If he really kills them all, the ghost-eyed old monster will become crazy without any care, and if he goes crazy, even if Tu Fang can fight him to a draw, he will definitely not be able to stop a madman.

The ghost-eyed old ghost went crazy and slaughtered the junior disciples crazily, then the gains outweighed the losses, and the final result was a lose-lose situation, so it would be boring.

Longchen knew the mind of the ghost-eyed old monster, so the fire was just right, and there were more than 500 people left, leaving a little hope for the evil way.

After all, after experiencing the Great War, these evil disciples are the elite of the elite, and they still have a chance to make a comeback.

The dragon dust left the ghost-eyed old monster with a hope, so that he would not go berserk.

As for whether this "hope" is true or not, Dragon Dust doesn't care so much, anyway, his purpose has been achieved.

On the battlefield, he is an invincible warrior who fights to the death, but as a commander-in-chief, he must remain calm and calculate everything without leaking.

This is also why, Longchen likes to fight, not calculate, he likes to solve problems with his fists, which is much more enjoyable than solving problems with his brain.

With the sound of dragon dust, the disciples of the righteous path stepped back one after another, and they all came to Long Chen's side.

The disciples of the Evil Dao breathed a sigh of relief, more than half of the five hundred or so people fell directly to the ground, and some of them passed out directly.

Tormenting in fear is a great impact on both the body and the mind.

With the resignation of the disciples below, those senior brother-level powerhouses and elders also stopped.

Tang Wan'er helped Chu Yao, who was pale, and came to Long Chen, Long Chen looked at Chu Yao and said with a heartache:

"I'm sorry, I'm a loser, I didn't wait for dawn, and I used up all your pocket money"

The final blow of the dragon dust directly consumed Chu Yao's aura, otherwise it would not be able to stop it at all, Yin Luo's blow with innate power.

Because of this, Chu Yao not only exhausted his spiritual power, but also suffered a great shock mentally.

Looking at the dragon dust, Chu Yaofang's heart was full of warm currents, the dragon dust was still the dragon dust, no matter where he went, he was a figure of great attention, even among the many cultivators, no one could hide his light.

Dragon Dust is the hero in her mind, even if she is strong now, Dragon Dust is not weaker than her in the slightest, and the entire battlefield has completed a near-perfect reversal under his leadership.

The jade hand stretched out and gently tidied up the dragon dust, and the slightly messy hair, Chu Yao's beautiful eyes were full of pride.

At this time, Tu Fang came here with all the elder-level powerhouses and a group of senior brother-level warriors.

Long Chen looked at the crowd, and suddenly his face changed: "Where is Aman?"

Because Longchen looked around, he didn't see Aman's tall figure, and he couldn't help but be startled.

"Don't worry, Ah Man is tired and falls asleep" Tang Wan'er smiled slightly, pointed behind her, and saw seven or eight disciples, carrying a wooden bed, on which Ah Man was lying and sleeping.

It turned out that after Ah Man killed the Daoist with a giant axe, the red color on his body receded, and he immediately fell asleep, unable to wake up no matter how he screamed.

Although he didn't know why, Longchen knew that eight times out of ten it was related to the anomaly that Ah Man had before.

When the vision appeared on Aman's body, there seemed to be something in Aman's body that had awakened, although he couldn't figure it out, but Aman was fine.

Looking at everyone, in addition to Lei Qian's injuries, there were also three core-level disciples, who did not come, which made Long Chen's heart sink.

Sure enough, the war is so cruel that it is impossible to want to be immortal, and now there are only more than 1,000 people in the team of more than 3,000 people.

Of the more than 1,700 disciples in the other courtyard, there are now less than 800 left, which can be described as very tragic.

Although the result had long been expected to be extremely disastrous, this casualty figure still far exceeded Longchen's expectations.

Behind those numbers, they all represent fresh lives, and even the dragon dust found that some familiar faces have disappeared, disappearing forever in this world.

This made Long Chen angry and painful, looking at the evil powerhouses in front of him, he roared angrily: "You group of kings and eight calves, what are you waiting for? Why don't you hurry up and hand over the space ring, if anyone dares to hide it privately, we will not die and start a war immediately."

Righteous path disciples, seeing the dragon dust who was still calm and calm just now, when he saw them, his eyes immediately turned red, how could he not understand what the dragon dust was thinking?

Whether it is a disciple of another academy or other righteous path disciples, although Longchen is strong and incomparable, he does not have the frame of a master, he is a man with an out-and-out true temperament, and he really treats everyone around him as a brother.

Although Long Chen tried his best to hide the pain on his face, everyone could see the emotions in his heart from his red eyes.

"Immediate War"

"Immediate War"

"Immediate War"

The righteous path disciples, the anger that had just subsided was ignited by the dragon dust in an instant, they all had weapons in their hands, gritting their teeth like a group of fierce beasts, staring at the evil path disciples.

Seeing that the battle had subsided, the ghost-eyed old monster wanted to take the opportunity to bargain, but when he saw the evil disciples, they looked desperately fierce, and hurriedly asked the disciples to hand over their rings.

Those evil path disciples couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, now that the world has changed, the righteous path disciples are far more ferocious than the evil path disciples.

After confiscating all the space rings of the evil path disciples, the anger on the side of the righteous path subsided slightly.

"You wait, we're not done"

The ghost-eyed old monster glared at the dragon dust fiercely, and slowly left with the evil path disciples, and the originally mighty army turned into a lonely remnant.

The biggest change is that of the original more than 20,000 new generation disciples, only about 500 people are still alive, which is an unprecedented blow to the evil path disciples.

"Dragon dust, keep this golden spear!" Song Mingyuan and Luo Cang walked over, and the two of them carried a golden spear.

Longchen glanced at the golden spear and knew that it was a spirit weapon, extremely powerful, but it was slightly inferior in weight to slaying evil spirits, and he was not used to using spears.

He said to Mo Nian: "Take this loot back!

Listening to Mo Nian's tone, he knew that he had escaped from his home and wanted to defeat Yin Luo, but unfortunately this Yin Luo was too powerful, and the two of them combined could not kill.

To put it bluntly, it is not the two of them working together, it should be the three of them working together, if it were not for Chu Yao's support, Long Chen and Mo Nian would have died under Yin Luo's blow that contained a trace of the power of heaven and earth.

The three of them worked together, but they still didn't leave him, which really made Longchen and Mo Nian a little helpless, and at the same time, they had to admit that Yin Luo was really strong.

"I have the loot, what loot can be more convincing than this?"

Mo Nian changed his previous indifference, and an extra thigh appeared in his hand, and he was triumphant, and he gently stroked it twice.

Everyone looked at a chill, holding a thigh, and the intoxication of caressing the girl's soft skin appeared on his face, which is indeed a realm.

Longchen stretched out his hand and took the spear in his hand, the weight was nearly thirty percent lighter than that of the slashing demon, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice, if it wasn't for taking advantage of the weapon, maybe whoever would lose and win this battle.

Pondering slightly, among the current new generation of disciples, no one can hold this spear, let alone use it, no, there should be one person who can use it.

"Gu Yang" Long Chen shouted.

Gu Yang walked out of the crowd at this time, and now his broken arms have been treated by the powerhouses of Tianmu Palace, except for the exhaustion of spiritual energy, other external injuries are no longer a big problem.

"You are also a power type, this spear will be given to you, try it" Long Chen stretched out his hand and handed the spear to Gu Yang.

Gu Yang looked at the spear, his eyes were a little red, and he wanted to take it but didn't dare to take it: "Dragon dust...... I ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and take it, this thing is too heavy, my hands are going to be sore" Long Chen simply pushed the golden long in front of Gu Yang.

Gu Yang was taken aback, hurriedly stretched out his hands, hugged the golden spear, and stepped back several steps in a row before he could barely stabilize his figure.

Gu Yang looked at the spear in his hand, his nose was a little sour, such a treasure, their family, there is only one, Longchen actually threw such a treasure directly to him.

And he once forced Longchen into a place of death, and Longchen didn't even hold a grudge, even with Gu Yang's arrogant character, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and choked up: "Longchen, I ......"

"If you promise to be personal, don't say it, you know what I am Longchen, I only like beautiful women" Longchen hurriedly shook his head and said, not wanting to listen to his ink.

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they heard this, Tang Wan'er's pretty face turned red, and she couldn't help but sneak a glance at Chu Yao, seeing that Chu Yao had been looking at Long Chen with a smile and a groan, without a trace of annoyance.

"Now that this matter is over, I should go back too," Mo Nian said as he walked up to the dragon dust. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net