In the center of the Huangcheng Tower, the two elders of Xiaoyao, the three elders of the Flower Sect, the ghost master, the sword demon, the night child, the ghost Fuzi and other sub-god levels gathered, quietly looking at the thirty or so sub-god levels in the sky above the demon army!

"It's finally here!" Ye Tiansheng looked at the dense demon clan and sighed!

The delaying tactics can not only reduce the loss of the demons, but also give Huangcheng more time, but obviously, the four princes who arrived did not plan to continue to consume!

"Qin Ming boy, you said yesterday that there are still reinforcements, I hope you don't fool us old guys!"

"Don't worry, seniors, they should be here too!" Glancing towards the south, Qin Ming said seriously!

"Qingyue girl, this city tower will be handed over to you!" After speaking, the second elder of Xiaoyao took a step forward and stepped into the air, pointing straight to the depths of the sky, behind them, the three elders of the Flower Sect, the ghost master and the sword demon and other strong people only followed, and the second group was Ye Tiansheng and others, after all, they controlled the military and military forces of the huge city, and explained more trivial matters!

Looking at the twenty figures who disappeared from view, Qin Ming glanced at Qingyue beside him: "I hope they can catch up!"

"It will definitely be!" Thinking of the two young people who appeared in Sanshan City at the beginning, Qingyue said!

If it was really them, the dragons would have come!

Boom!

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

The tight war drums resounded throughout the Huangcheng, and the atmosphere of slaughter swept through the entire Huangcheng in a moment!

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The whole army is dispatched, this is the real whole army dispatched, the Holy Realm, the sub-gods, and the billions of demonic martial arts, like a tsunami hundreds of feet high, roaring!

"Where are the listeners!" The atmosphere was quiet and silent, and in the silence, the suppressed emotions filled the hearts of almost all the listeners!

And at this moment, in the sky above the listeners, a young man in a blood-colored robe roared, the sound was so loud that it instantly shattered the fear of all the listeners, and followed everyone to see the dark red on the bloody clothes, thinking of the previous rumors, someone suddenly burst into response: "Here!"

Scattered impulsive teenagers, their voices are not loud, and they can't talk about might! But the blood is not just teenagers!

The corners of Zui Yang's mouth curved a curve, and then he shouted again: "Listen to the wind!"

The same sound, the same shouting, not only can be heard by listening to the city tower where the wind crowd is located, but most of the walls of Huangcheng are filled with this deafening shout!

"Here!" The second response was obviously much louder, and tens of thousands of people shouted, neatly up, and it was not an exaggeration to shake the sky!

But it's not enough!

"Listen to the wind, where are the people!" The shout mixed with the drunken Yang Yuan Force resounded through the Huangcheng for the third time, and the voice could not be concealed here!

Hereon!!

Like thunder shaking the world, like a mountain shaking the sky!

Dry and hot, crazy blood filled the whole heart, the listeners became restless, and shouted three times, which aroused the bloodiness of the listeners, and by the way, drove away the tension and anxiety!

Simple, direct, this is Drunken Yang!

Lord of the Night!

"It's a pity that this guy isn't the pavilion master!" Mo Xuan looked at the imposing listeners and grinned!

Lan Yekun changed his outfit today, standing beside Mo Xuan, sorting out his clothes, different from Mo Xuan's messy battle robe, his whole body was already very neat, but his hands were still pulling and pulling around, as if he wanted to wear a battle suit into the comfort of an ordinary robe, I saw him say: "He is the Lord of the Night, who said that he is not the Pavilion Master?"

Hearing this, he was stunned, Mo Xuan nodded, then noticed Lan Yekun's movements, rolled his eyes and said, "You are an uncle in your forties, it takes so long to tidy up your clothes?"

"Yes!"

"Wait for the next big battle, and your clothes can still be so neat?"

"I don't know!"

“..... You know, but you're nervous, so you can only relieve your nervousness by tidying up your clothes!"

"!"

"Then why are your hands shaking?"

“......”

"Why don't you shout a couple of words?"

“......”

Looking at the demons who were getting closer and closer, and looking at the four young demons in front of the Saint Realm demons, Lan Yekun finally stopped what he was doing and said, "We only have half an hour!"

The topic jumped relatively quickly, and Mo Xuan was also stunned, then thought of something, nodded and said, "Enough!"

In the pitch-black space, the spatial turbulence impacted the Rongyuan Yuanli Light Mask, setting off a shock again!

"Brother, it's been two or three days, can you do it?" In the Yuanli light mask, the bored Xiaoxiao held his chin with both hands and shouted!

I don't know if this is the first time the little girl has called thousands of times, the same words, kept repeating, but she was not tired!

As for Yaruo, Xiaoru and others, they have long been used to her naughtiness and nonsense, and they have become numb!

Yang floated alone in the void, quietly looking at the void and the spirit frolicking in the turbulence of the void!

And at this moment, Yichen has been standing quietly for more than two days, just as Xiaoxiao is worried, whether it can be done is a question!

Huangcheng, in the extreme west of the Western Realm, although it is far away, but for Yichen, who is deeply involved in the space formation, it should not be too difficult to search!

But two days have passed, and Yichen still hasn't moved!

Except for the void yuan forces churning in the distance, which have been gathering around Yi Chen's body, it is those yuan forces that are quietly flying around Yi Chen like small fish.

Practice?

It's not quite like it, obviously there is no absorption, comprehension, what can you comprehend when the Yuan Force flows outside the body?

Rumble!

Suddenly, a vibration of the void came, and everyone looked at Yichen who was motionless in surprise, with a strange expression!

"You've been thinking about this for two days?" Looking at the long sword in Yichen's hand, Yang said strangely!

"My own fusion, the power is always limited, I think if the fusion is your Yuan Force and Yuan Technique, it should be a little different!" Looking at the crystal small sword in his hand, Yichen smiled!

"The result?" A twinkle flashed in his eyes, and Yang said a little incredible!

"It worked!"

For a while, Yang, Yaruo, Xiaoru and Xiaoxiao, who was stunned, were all stunned!

Was it really successful?

The four of them couldn't help but look down at the long sword in Yichen's hand, and felt a slight coldness in their hearts, in two days, they fused different bloodline techniques together, and he really did it!

Looking at the calm Yichen again, Xiao Xiao said: "It's amazing, it's not that I haven't found the empty festival of Huangcheng!"

The little girl is very naughty, so even if she already knows in her heart that her brother is not good, she will never be willing to admit it, this is probably the result of the little girl being overly spoiled!

It's just that before she finished speaking, she heard Yichen say, "Speaking of which, we should also go to Huangcheng!"

After speaking, I saw him turn around, reach out and hold the small sword in his hand and gently slash at the empty section in front of him, a huge crack of more than ten zhang appeared in front of everyone's eyes, as soon as the crack opened, the void and spirit turned his head to feel something, and with a shake of his body, he swept to Yichen's shoulder, followed by the roaring turbulence around him, swarming, as if to crowd the entire passage!

"Let's go!" beckoned to the stunned Xiaoxiao, and Yichen took the lead in stepping out!

Behind him, Yaruo, Xiaoru looked at the stupid Xiaoxiao and smiled, and followed!

Looking at the four people who walked out of the passage in a daze, the corners of Xiaoxiao's mouth gradually bulged, and then a voice like a silver bell spit out from her mouth: "All bad people!"

She thought that in the past three days, her brother had been fiddling with the fusion Yuan Technique, while searching for the empty section of the Huang City, who would have thought that as early as two days ago, she and the others had arrived in the Huang City, and they had been waiting here for two days boringly, it was actually because of this little sword?

Although this little sword easily cut through the empty joint, Xiaoxiao, who had never been afraid of Yichen, slipped out of the space passage with a puff, and raised his voice to say: "Nangong Yichen, you big villain!"

Unlike the void, when you walk out of the passage, it is naturally a thousand worlds, Xiaoxiao's voice is very loud, and she still shouts angrily, and it naturally spreads far away!

On the Huangcheng, the sub-god level has long been on Qiongxiao, and the fight is inextricable, and the Holy Realm, the two sides have fallen by nearly a hundred, and as for the demi-saint, under the tragic battle, there are countless casualties!

Eastern Xinjiang, Northern Plains, Southern Wilderness, Western Boundary, the four worlds of the strong rose up to resist the general trend of the demon race, the battle was also unprecedentedly tragic, death, in this battlefield, very ordinary, unusual, that sound of explosion, like fireworks, bright, gorgeous, but no one is happy!

Every exploding firework heralds the fall of a comrade, and naturally, no one can be happy!

"Nangong Yichen, you big villain!"

Roaring, shaking battlefield, such a sudden arrival, as if the formation of fixation, not only thousands of parties, even the demon powerhouses suddenly stopped!

Especially the four princes of the Holy Realm battlefield, the meteorite crowd, and the wind crowd!

The battlefield, which stretches for dozens of miles, is so abruptly quiet!