"One of the two gods who didn't come out was Gu Xiao's mountain god Chen Gong, who used to think that he would become an extraordinary person, and the battle of Tianjian Peak that year was really amazing, but now it's really disappointing. The disciple of the small sect said.

"Hehe, he's just a resentful spirit who has returned from the underworld, and he's no longer human. You haven't seen him in Muxiu Prefecture, so how can he be called a human again, if it weren't for Bai Yue, he would have been killed in the Dragon Slaying Valley at this time. The monk of the Imperial Wind Gate said.

"It's just that it's a pity for the people of Mocheng on this day. Someone sighed.

"All living beings are born between heaven and earth, and no one is responsible for anyone, and if we want to save them, we must not want them to be grateful and not care about their worship. We don't save them, and they don't have the right to resent us. The monk of the Imperial Wind Gate said.

There were more than ten cultivators in this place in total, and the others didn't say anything, so these three or two people were talking lively. Naturally, there were some disciples of the Xiuzhen Sect in other places, pointing and pointing one by one, their expressions were quite relaxed, as if they were not in front of a city of 200,000 living beings who were about to perish at any time, but watching a big show.

At this moment, in Tianmo City, the black-armored horseman who had been sitting on the Yin Horse and could be called Win Sect rose up in an instant, only to see the Yin Horse under his crotch soaring into the air, as if he was about to crush the entire void.

If this piece of heaven and earth is compared to a sea, and Chen Gong is the fish in the sea, and the fire of the power is the waves, then Ying Zong is the giant boat that rushed into the sea from the land, riding the wind and waves, and where he passed, the fire of the power of the power was scattered in all directions, and he couldn't get close to the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand at all.

A halberd stabbed out, and the void was silently annihilated, stabbing towards the place where the fire of wish power was at its strongest.

A sword groan sounded, and Fang Tian's halberd seemed to pierce into the jungle of gold and iron, emitting a series of sounds of gold and iron resonance.

Fang Tian's halberd was like a boat breaking the waves, the fire of the power of the wish was scattered, and a dark red butterfly was wandering with the waves like a small fish in the fire of the power of the will.

Ying Zong didn't stop, the Yin Horse Void under his crotch jumped, and he had already chased the butterfly, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in Ying Zong's hand stabbed out without any fancy, and the purpose was the dark red butterfly.

With a slight flap of the butterfly's wings, it suddenly disappeared under Fang Tian's painting halberd, and at the moment of disappearance, the fire of the power of the wish like a wave suddenly rolled up the waves of Dao fire, surging towards Ying Zong from all directions. Ying Zong waved the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand and danced into a circle, so that those Wishing Power Flames could not get close and continued to disintegrate.

At this moment, a faint sword groan sounded in the void, but no one knew where the sound came from, but Ying Zong seemed to be able to see clearly, a halberd pierced out, the void folded up like an undercurrent, and a sword that seemed to be condensed with aura appeared there, and the moment Fang Tian's halberd pierced the sword body, the sword had already dispersed, but if someone with good eyesight was present, it could be seen that this sword was not scattered by Fang Tian's halberd, but was controlled by the spirit in this sword, and turned into invisible.

Today's Red Flame Sword, the original fairy sword spirit has disappeared without a trace, and the newly grown spirit has been combined with Chen Gong's Yuan Infant, so Chen Gong regards himself as a tool spirit, and when the sword is resisted, there are infinite mysteries.

At the moment when the sword body dispersed, a lotus flower in the sword light suddenly bloomed, and then turned into countless sword wires in an instant, cutting towards Yingzong, like countless dust filaments.

The Fang Tian Painting Halberd in Ying Zong's hand stirred in front of him, and a whirlpool immediately appeared, completely engulfing those sword wires.

Chen Gong was shocked in his heart, these sword filaments were the sword body that he had worked so hard to condense with the fire element power of the Red Flame Sword, if it was crushed by this Fang Tian Painting Halberd, then the Red Flame Sword would really be hit hard.

Chen Gong once again urged the fire of wish power to rush towards Ying Zong, and at the same time, a red lotus flower in the void was in full bloom, emitting a strong light, this light shone brightly, Ying Zong's movements paused slightly, and in this moment, those sword wires that were stirred into the whirlpool immediately flew out, gathered on the lotus body, and turned into a sword, and the lotus flower was like a brand on the sword.

The sword body moved slightly, and it had already fallen into the fire of wish power on the altar below, and in this fire of wish power, Chen Gong could feel infinite power, which was an invisible power that allowed him to come back to life again and again on the edge of life and death.

Chen Gong manifested in the fire of wishing power, still in white robes, and did not hold the red flame sword in his hand, the red flame sword had been dispersed and integrated into the fire of wishing power, and through the fire element power in the sword, the surrounding aura was communicated, so that the fire of wishing power showed the form of flame.

These manifested fires of wish power are burning in people's eyes, and each wave of fire is like a flying sword that wants to stab out with a fierce murderous aura, and the sound of the sword is endless, as if to tell the 200,000 living beings in the Heavenly Mill City that the mountain god is okay and there is still hope.

Chen Gong stood on the altar, feeling the raging fire of willpower, there was a thought in his heart of rushing over and dying with that Yingzong, he was surprised in his heart, and tried to suppress this impulse, he didn't expect that this fire of willpower actually carried such a strong thought, and this thought was full of hatred and unwillingness, and there was a kind of ruthlessness that would die with the enemy.

In addition, he could feel the surging earth vein spiritual power of Tianmo City through the altar, but this earth vein spiritual power was completely different from the spiritual veins of Guxiao Mountain Range and Jianwei Town, and it did not have half of the kind of breath that mountains and rivers should have, but it was a gloomy and depressing, vaguely, Chen Gong seemed to smell a bloody breath from the earth vein spiritual power, and it seemed that there were endless resentful spirits roaring.

Winning Zong rode his horse into the air, made a turn in mid-air, and then stabbed down with a halberd.

The dark and dreary Fang Tian Painting Halberd pierced straight into the void, and the surging spiritual energy pressed down like a black wave, and the only light in the entire Heavenly Mill City was the altar in the center of the city, like a lonely lighthouse in the boundless night sea, guiding those who were in the darkness to go home.

The endless darkness, gloomy and gloomy, like the Black Sea hanging upside down in the sky, rolling and surging, with the Yin Horse under Ying Zong's crotch and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand as the waves, it has the potential to engulf the creatures of heaven and earth.

When the people in the city felt the overwhelming pressure, they broke out at the same time with a terrifying unwillingness and murderous aura, which was the madness and resentment of dying.

Kill, kill, kill!

The people in the city, at this time, there is no one whose face is not full of murder, no longer kind, how pious he used to be to the city god, and how resentful he is now at this moment!

Chen Gong rose into the sky in this angry roar of killing, stabbing straight with a sword, at this moment it was no longer him stabbing the sword alone, but the people of the whole city working together to kill the enemy and survive.

The people outside the city couldn't see the people in Tianmo City struggling to survive, but they heard the 200,000 people in Tianmo City shouting the word killing with all their strength.

Kill, kill, kill!

The voice was filled with madness and unyielding hatred, and there was a strong killing intent in the killing word.

Of course, those disciples of the Xiuzhen Sect with lower mana could not hear it, but the Black Wood King in the sky above the north of Tianmo City could hear it, and he could still see it in the sky above. He floated in the sky above the north of the city, and through the endless yin qi, he saw that Chen Gong was being smashed and scattered again and again by a black-armored horseman, but after each dispersion, he would quickly manifest himself, and then shake his sword again, and pounce on the black-armored horseman.

Kill!

Chen Gong shouted frantically, not knowing if he was guiding, or if he was influenced by the thoughts of 200,000 living beings, and after his voice shouted, 200,000 people shouted in unison.

Kill!

If it weren't for the support of 200,000 people behind him, he would be dead by now. However, this strong wish can not only transform into a true Yuan Immortal Yuan to replenish his Yuan Infant Body, but also protect his Yuan Shen from dispersing under repeated attacks. It's just that because he didn't merge with the leylines of Heavenly Mill City, no matter how strong his belief was, he couldn't mobilize the power of this side's leylines, and the strength he could exert had always been limited to his current self-cultivation.

Chen Gong did not integrate Yuanying into the demon lotus, let alone turn into the body of a butterfly, and directly appeared in the white robe body of Yuanying, so that people could see themselves more clearly, provide them with firm confidence, and provide themselves with infinite faith and willingness.

He pounced on it fittingly, his whole body was burning with the fire of willpower, his eyes, ears, nostrils, mouth, and even the blade of the sword, all of which were bursting with flames, he rushed forward frantically, a sword stabbed out, and his body seemed to pass through space, and suddenly appeared in front of the black-armored cavalry general transformed by Ying Zong, and a sword pierced the opponent's eyes.

Yingzong's whole body was wrapped in black armor, that year in the Qinguang King City, it was this black armor cavalry general who suddenly appeared, injured Yang Xuanling, and later chased Bai Yue and Chen Gong all the way out of the Qinguang King City, and now it has appeared here.

However, today's black-armored cavalry general is not just the instrument spirit of Qin Guang Wangxi, from his face that is exactly the same as that of Ying Zong, Chen Gong can see that the instrument spirit of Qin Guang Wang Xi is now different from before, as for whether Ying Zong controls the machine spirit, or whether the machine spirit controls Ying Zong, this is no longer a problem that Chen Gong needs to consider.

Chen Gong only wanted to kill the Ying Zong in front of him now, although he didn't know what method he needed, but in order to survive, and because of the powerful driving force of the fire of willingness, he tried his best again and again.

The Red Flame Sword has now truly become a sword of flames, and the fire of wish power is burning wildly, and in addition to the powerful fire power, the flames are also filled with the murderous intent of more than 200,000 people in the city.

Chen Gong couldn't see any emotion in Ying Zong's eyes, only cold, absolutely cold.

Ying Zong sat on the gloomy yin horse, without saying a word or moving, the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand stabbed directly at Chen Gong, which was not slower than Chen Gong's sword at all. Whenever that Fang Tian Painting Halberd stabbed out, Chen Gong would immediately feel the layers of restraint, no one knew how strong the mana he had to consume when he made a sword, the closer he got to Ying Zong, the more he felt that the space was frozen.

Sword after sword, again and again, to death, to pieces, to condense.