When the black gas dissipated, more than 100,000 Tu warriors turned into smoke and dust.

This is the combat power of the strongest Tianzun, under the Tianzun, they are all ants, and they are vulnerable. After this battle, the name of the god of death officially spread throughout the ruins, and wherever she went, all the tribes surrendered.

The instant death of 100,000 people directly collapsed the courage of the Turkish army.

The Great Rout is born, and the Great Escape is born.

Following the shame of Shouyang City, the god of death, Lin Yuwen, once again humiliated Emperor Xuanyuan. And this time it was not only humiliating, but also planted the seeds of fear in the hearts of all the Turkish people.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Emperor Xuanyuan sent another swift attack on me, then dived underground, turning into a yellow sand dragon and quickly fleeing into the distance. At this time, my mind is empty, and I have no intention to intercept him, but I am powerless to stop him from fleeing in a hurry.

After returning to the Demon Dao camp, I raised my sword and shouted, and all the Demon Dao disciples bravely chased and killed.

The Demon Dao, which has suffered heavy casualties, needs bloody battles to deter strong enemies, otherwise when my heroic sword bursts out, all the races of the Flood Desolation will beat the attention of our Demon Dao.

It is advisable to chase the poor bravely, and not to sell the name of the overlord.

The Zhongtian Wutu Apricot Yellow Banner has been forced, and the chief high priest was injured again under the siege of the demon generals, and cast a spell to raise a black wind to entangle countless sand and dust, turning into a black sand storm and wanting to escape from this place while the chaos is in place.

However, it was also his bad luck, and the black sand storm just collided with the concubine who was killing in the hinterland of the Turkish army.

With a loud cry and a slash, the chief high priest's absconding immediately came to an abrupt halt, the wind and sand collapsed, and the chief high priest spurted out a large mouthful of blood, revealing his true form.

After recognizing who he was, the concubine immediately locked her mind on him and burst into anger.

If it weren't for him trapping his concubine with the Zhongtian Wutu Apricot Yellow Flag, how could the Demon Dao have suffered such heavy casualties, if it weren't for him, the Qing Emperor who had saved his life would not have died.

Looking at the angry eyes of the god of death, the chief high priest kept retreating, but the concubine had already locked his breath, and he could not escape the shadow of the god of death even if he used all means to reach the sky.

"You can't kill me, if you kill me, everyone in the Demon Dao will be buried with me." The chief high priest said as he stared at his concubine with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh, give me a reason not to kill you." The concubine asked expressionlessly.

"I am a descendant of Xingtian, and I am his only bloodline inheritance in the Flood Wilderness. Kill me, you will definitely anger Xingtian, and when Emperor Xuanyuan sacrifices the skull of Xingtian and summons his immortal corpse, the Demon Dao will usher in a catastrophe! ”

"You are a descendant of the God of War Xingtian?"

"Not bad."

"I'm going to kill you, don't say that the God of War can't save you, even the Heavenly Dao can't stop it. Blades kill lives, power traumatizes souls, die! ”

After speaking, the concubine slashed down.

The turquoise sword light amazed the entire Sand Sea battlefield, and the High Priest only had time to let out an unwilling roar before he was split in half by the Soul Sorrow.

Since the Spring Breeze and Rain of the Blue Emperor, this is the fall of the second Tianzun-level powerhouse in the Flood Desolation Ruins.

The death of the chief high priest made the Turkish army no longer have the slightest will to resist, and they were so shocked by the angry demon army that they could only flee desperately.

At this time, the courage and faith that belonged to the warriors had completely disappeared, and they just wanted to quickly leave the battlefield and get rid of the shadow of death.

The massacre began, and this was the first time that the Demon Dao had shown an iron fist since it had returned to the cold wilderness.

We have the kindness of all beings as equals, without any kind of teaching, and we also have the determination to shed blood to kill the enemy with our bodies.

Demon Dao disciples are affectionate and righteous, but to the enemy, everyone is the embodiment of death.

If Pu Jia's captivity is just a shame on my head, then the fall of the Blue Emperor is a pain that my Demon Dao cannot bear.

The purpose of the Demon Dao is not to bring war and calamity to the desolate peoples, but on the contrary, we are to create peace and equality for all beings.

Unfortunately, not killing is not enough to stop killing.

If we don't want the war to burn more and more, burning the entire flood and famine, in this battle, we must kill the common people and shed tears, and all the nations surrender.

It's not so unimpressive!

……

As a ray of moonlight from Ah Li landed on me, my depleted divine thoughts were activated a few points again, and six sword qi dragons were summoned by me again.

No matter how fast the Tu army fled, it couldn't be faster than the sword qi dragon.

After the bloody baptism of the Great War, my sword qi dragon has also undergone a qualitative change unconsciously.

They are no longer vulnerable, and their strength and speed have increased dramatically.

All my encounters can be said to have come from the gift of the Demon Dao Patriarch, but the Demon Sword and Dragon Decisive are my own comprehension from the Seven Killing Swords and Dao Zang.

The dragon fights in the wild, and its blood is yellow. Kanglong has no regrets, and pure yang is in its heyday. Tilong is not to blame, and he is dry all day long. The flying dragon is in the sky, and it is good to see the lord......

Looking at this sword qi dragon with majestic battle intent, I felt extremely proud in my heart.

Before, I thought that foreign objects are external objects after all, and their power comes from themselves, but now the changes of the six dragons have surprised me, and they will grow with my own strength.

I can keep their existence, and maybe one day, I can let them stay with me forever, travel with me in the endless void, and take me to the void of the universe to find my own way.

The six dragons slaughtered in the defeated army of the Tu tribe, and I myself, with the blessing of Jiang Xueyang's wind god, kept releasing the surging sword manifold of the demon sword in the back, harvesting the living beings.

Although the demon heart is pure, it is a demon after all, and there is indifference and disdain for life hidden in nature.

The more I kill, the colder my heart becomes, the colder my heart becomes, and the more ruthless my sword becomes.

Ghosts and gods are in the dark, thinking about themselves.

On this night, we all became the Grim Reaper of Death, who reaped life.

Not only was I ruthless in killing and creating a cruel record, but everyone in my Demon Dao, even the natural nature of the Mu Clan, was also controlled by the murderous intent this time.

The Huangsha battlefield has fallen into the slaughterhouse of the Turkish army, and before you know it, the bright moon in the sky is covered with a layer of blood.

All sentient beings have affection and sorrow, and the way of heaven has no intention of vicissitudes.

How can our generation fight!

When I am completely out of this desert, I will stop the demon path and continue to pursue and kill the strong enemy, and retreat to the sand sea.

So far, less than 200,000 of the nearly 100,000 Turkish troops in the middle have escaped, and the 200,000 Turkish warriors who have escaped have all been killed, and they are afraid that they will never come out of the terrifying shadow of death for the rest of their lives. At this time, the Demon Dao disciples were all in a state of physical strength and divine overdraft, if they continued to chase and kill, once the fanatical killing intent rising in their hearts disappeared, they would quickly lose their combat power, and if they encountered the White Emperor's army to attack and intercept again, they would inevitably be injured

Tragic deaths.

In this battle, there were less than 50,000 people left in the twelve armies of the Demon Dao.

There are only 40,000 left in the 100,000 Mu Clan army, and the Mu Clan archers and Xiangliu people combined are less than 5,000 people.

The blood moon is in the sky, and the yellow sand echoes.

The Demon Dao army formed a circular formation in the sea of sand.

In the center of the military formation, there is a jade flute quietly inserted in the yellow sand.

No one finished speaking, and the armies stood silently.

The first to break the silence was my sister-in-law, who left me, walking heavily and slowly towards the jade flute.

When she was still five feet away from the jade flute, she stopped, stuck the soul sorrow in her hand on the ground, and began to straighten her clothes.

She took off the crown of her hair, carefully smoothed every wrinkle in her armor, and smoothed out the broken pieces of armor one by one with her hands.

When the tidying up was completed, the concubine knelt on one knee and bowed to the jade flute.

She has the god of death, and she is not allowed to worship anyone in its entirety.

At that time, the Nine Dragons Cave was stormy, and the Daomen joined forces to besiege it, but the concubine did not bow her head.

In the battle of the Cold Wilderness Wild Immortals, when the concubine was white-headed with a knife and fought against the military might of the 70,000 wild immortal army by herself, the concubine did not bow her head.

In the battle of Yinshan, when she stepped on the bridge of life and death of ten thousand bats, she did not bow her head when she fought against the will of thousands of undead.

At this moment, the concubine lowered her beautiful and proud head, buried her head in the yellow sand, and refused to get up for a long time.

In Shouyang City, it wasn't the Qingdi who made a move, she had fallen.

Just after the battle, if it weren't for the Spring Breeze and rain of the Green Emperor, the Demon Dao would be in danger of being wiped out.

Demon Dao disciple, thousands of reds.

The Qing Emperor used a spring rain he evolved to leave a legend about the disciples of the Demon Dao in the Guiru Flood Desolation, a place where the Dao Sect had never set foot in the wilderness.

That jade flute, in the end, no one pulled it up.

It was buried by the wind and sand, until no one could find it anymore. We also didn't erect a monument to the Qingdi because we didn't need it at all. In the spring of the second year after the fall of the Qing Emperor, grass and trees grew in this sea of sand at the southern foot of the Beiyin Mountain......