In the face of the two shameless Demon Cultivator Elders, the Demon Hunters looked at each other, and they didn't know what to say.

Plausibility or not, what everyone understands is that forbidden art is called forbidden because it is bound to bring extremely serious consequences. In other words, the two demon cultivators did not hesitate to use forbidden techniques to improve their cultivation, was the purpose to stand here as door gods and cover for the twenty or so remnant demon cultivators?

Who believes?

You might as well consider the results of the battle, in the battle before the battle, the demon cultivator sent out one hundred and thirty people, and returned less than thirty people, and all the demonic beasts on the mountain were not left behind, and all of them were buried on the earth.

The demon hunters used more than three hundred, and less than one hundred and fifteen remained, the number of losses was even greater, the huge ground army was completely wiped out, and the Supreme Treasure Shen Thunderwood was damaged to the point that it could not be touched.

For a brief comparison, in this battle, even if the more than twenty remnant demon cultivators all died, they would have already made a lot of money.

But if you add in the serious consequences of the forbidden spell performed by the two Avatar monks, things are completely different.

The forbidden technique cannot make the cultivation really improve, on the contrary, after the effect disappears, the caster's strength will be greatly reduced due to the backlash, and even downgraded in serious cases, how serious the loss is.

The god will not become a primordial infant because of a forbidden spell, but its impact is inevitable after all; in today's battle, the two demon hunting elders have figured out the details of each other, and they ask themselves, after the forbidden spell fails, if the two sides fight next time, they will definitely be able to defeat the opponent, or even kill it!

So can't it be said that the demon cultivators lost two avatars in order to save the lives of those low-level monks?

Not to mention two, even one, or even half a name, has already lost to grandma's family!

How could a demon cultivator do such a thing, and what should we do?

Risking the wrath of two god-transforming monks who had used forbidden spells to ruin their future, could they do it?

If you don't chase it, what will you do with the orders of the Lord?

In a dilemma!

What's more. Since the Lord of the Order has not ordered a general attack so far, it means that most of today's battle has ended here, and what is the intention of the demon cultivator to provoke an incident at this time?

The battlefield was silent, and many people looked back at the Ling Master, hoping that he would point out the direction, and at this time, the group of people who had escaped from the Demon Cultivator were already approaching the front of the formation. If you don't chase it, it's too late.

Everyone watched, and the Lord's eyes flashed with shame and anger again, and his palms clenched hard.

If others don't understand, how can he not understand! In the war, he has repeatedly sent out orders, and the tactics of the demon hunter are changing, and they seem to be very smart, but in fact they are wavering and the army's morale is broken, who is responsible?

Of course it's him! It can only be him!

Turn. No matter what changes occur in the situation on the battlefield, the demon cultivators who attack always rely on the opportunity to respond to the situation and are not affected in any way.

The main general will be killed, and the deputy general will be replaced, and the deputy general will be replaced by a strong person who is killed. If it weren't for the fact that someone was blocking it at this time, I was afraid that even Zuihou would have moved freely without a trace of distraction.

Up and down, high and low, the wise can check at a glance.

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Warriors, anything can be messed up. Only the army is in turmoil. has suffered heavy blows again and again, on the one hand, it is true that the demon cultivation is too ruthless. But if the demon hunter didn't complain in his heart, how could it be.

In the face of two god-transforming monks who cast forbidden spells and were even preparing to blow themselves up, the Lord Ling could only take back the right to make a decision, and did not dare to entrust it to others.

The reason is very simple, after the two wars, the morale of the demon hunter has shown signs of restlessness. There can be no more sloppiness.

"Heavenly oracle, what do you mean by this!"

The mood was extremely unhappy, so that the lord didn't want to say anything more about hypocrisy, pointed to the two arrogant demon clan bosses and said, "You want to force your subordinates to die?"

This is vulgar, so vulgar!

In the capacity of the Lord. In any case, he should not use such a cheesy method, but at this time, he did not know Weishenme, which made the Lord both rational and manic, angry and sober, in a state that was difficult for him to understand, and even opened his mouth to instigate the demon cultivator to do the villain's thing.

Hearing this, the Heavenly Oracle smiled, a sincere smile appeared on his decrepit face like a dead man, and he clenched his fists and said, "Lord Ling is wrong, the old man just wants to prove one thing. ”

The Lord shouted, "Prove something!"

"My people, if they can go out, they can come back, and no one can stop them. The oracle clenched his fists again and replied calmly but resolutely.

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"Boom!"

As if confirming his words, a violent roar erupted, and the scarred Heavy Thunder Giant Tree let out a wail, and the bodies of more than a dozen demon hunters who were busy casting spells to remedy them rolled upside down, and they were killed at the same time.

The surrounding demon hunter monks changed color in shock, and they no longer bothered to check the injury of the dead wood, and they all turned into streamers and flew away, while at the same time, the demon monks who fled to the front of the formation collectively chanted, applauding the lore they had left behind.

"Click!

The Thunder Giant Tree let out a burst of groans, and a huge gap appeared in the middle, rolling and whirling in the air, and it was difficult to return to silence for a long time.

But it didn't break.

It's not broken! It's not broken!

The cheers stopped abruptly after the roar, and the surviving demon cultivators looked at each other, their eyes a little gloomy.

"Thunder is not extinguished!"

I don't know who took the lead in shouting, and the surrounding demon hunters cheered one after another, trying their best to raise their voices to the maximum, as if to hide the humiliation of Shicai.

The strong man and Aoqiu looked at each other, both a little hesitant.

In their position, as long as they rush forward a little, they can deliver a fatal blow to the log, as long as it is broken into two pieces, the flying rune array on it will be completely destroyed, and it is much more difficult to repair it again than the whole wood.

But can they move?

Elder Heavenly Oracle lowered his gaze, his expression a little gloomy.

The rest of the demon cultivators shook their hands vigorously, and on the distant war boat, the demon hunting elders also clenched their hands one after another, and shouted hello in their hearts.

Before you know it, the wood that is completely dead has become a banner on the battlefield, complete or broken, and I don't know who it belongs to.

"Alas!"

Lu Mo sighed silently and walked to the battlefield reflexively.

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The ground was full of corpses, and Lu Mo walked through the flesh and blood, making a muffled popping sound.

The people around him noticed his actions and looked at him in surprise, not knowing what he meant.

He was so badly wounded that he couldn't walk too fast, and his face looked calm as he stepped on the ground with countless corpses. There is a smell of disregard for life and death.

At this moment, this smell doesn't bring him much coldness, but is a bit silly.

Lu Mo didn't pay attention to his surroundings, shuffled his steps forward, and walked out of three hundred meters.

Out of three hundred pairs of footprints, three hundred pairs of bloodstained footprints.

The sky was quieting. The giant tree stopped rolling, and the surrounding monks stepped forward again and began to prepare to cast the spell.

Lu Mo slowly raised his head, and after feeling it silently, he smiled into the air.

The mind is thinking, the intention is moving, and the black light rises!

With an extremely crisp sound, the blood blade let out the loudest hiss since its birth, shuttling through the thunder wood. Then it exploded.

Click!

Countless runes shone brightly, the giant wood broke into two, and the surrounding group of cultivators exclaimed in amazement, but they couldn't make a sound.

"Boom!"

Something unexpected happened, and the runes engraved on the thunderwood burst one after another, one after another, gradually turning into a sea of martyrs.

The purpose of the Demon Cultivator is to destroy the giant tree and cut it into at least two pieces. But what they don't know is that the Sinking Thunder Giant Tree. It can't be determined.

The heavy thunder is broken, and thousands of thunders are detonated!

Bang!

More explosions echoed in the air, countless fragments flew around, countless howls were sung, and the already dismal demon hunter was slaughtered again, and thirty people were exterminated!

The thunder is furious, and it is difficult for the world to stop it.

A black shard whistled out. Like a meteor shuttling through the starry sky, flying over 10,000 meters, it shot straight into Lu Mo's chest.

Lu Mo looked at the two fireballs in the air in amazement, and only woke up from the severe pain in the middle of the sound, and looked down at the bloody chest.

He raised his hand. Fingers were inserted into the wound and groped for the fragment between the heart and lungs, but instead of taking it out, it was placed steadily.

Lu Mo's bloodstained palm wiped it on his chest, wiped it, sighed, and his dark and cold face showed a bit of tenderness, and his expression was extremely satisfied.

"Welcome home. ”

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There are four statues scattered among the five star arrays, and the surface is mottled and does not change its power, like four gods and Buddhas who suppress evil spirits.

The glow of the star array rippled, like a circle of ripples, the ripples were retracted but not released, and the pressure of the statue converged, pointing in the same direction.

The mutilated head.

Four like five stars, together is nine, nine is the extreme, representing the ultimate in the world, and those who are competing or qualified to compete with it naturally belong to the ultimate in the world.

Although it is incomplete, although the five spiritual wisdom is generated, although it is lonely, it is still the most powerful liliang in the world.

I don't know when it began, the hills and ravines on the broken skull rose and fell more violently, and the textures began to tremble, as if countless hibernating snakes were about to wake up from their slumber, which would surely shake the world. Starlight sensed its will, and the statue realized its desire and delivered a hard blow.

Poof.

There was an angry howl from the skull, a silent howl, and the light was in full bloom for a while, and thousands of light filaments linked to the wall, like thousands of greedy and eager straws, absorbing the fire that had been buried in the earth for tens of thousands of years, and gathering them into one.

"It's now!"

The fiery absorption was released again, and the rumbling coercion confronted the nine suppressed things, leaving a small gap. Thirteen Lang's body spun like lightning to the center of the formation and stretched out his hands.

Buckle on that head.

Rumble!

A loud bang sounded in his heart, and Thirteen Lang's eardrums instantly cracked, and the seven orifices also shone with blood at the same time, and his body trembled violently.

Boom!

It was a loud sound, followed by a flutter of blue flames that spread up its clasped hands and into its chest.

In an instant, Thirteen Lang's body hair turned to ashes, his skin was scorched like the earth that had been baked by the sun for ten thousand years, and the flesh and blood filled his body, revealing his white bones.

"Whew!"

A beastly roar erupted from his mouth, and was then sliced to pieces by thousands of flames, and the flesh on his hands vanished in an instant, leaving only skeleton-like bony palms.

The soul seemed to be torn apart, and the whole body was like being bitten by hundreds of millions of fire spirits, even with the tenacity of Thirteen Lang, he couldn't help but let out a terrible howl.

"Get out!" a mighty will rushed to his mind, with boundless rebelliousness.

"Not good!" exclaimed Biluo.

"I won't leave. ”

A flash of realization flashed in Thirteen Lang's eyes, and he was immediately replaced by a fierce glow.

"What do you want?"

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The old gun roared: Is it cool?

Ask for a commuter pass!

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...... (To be continued.) )