When the crape myrtle fairy died, many people were dying at the same time, many were dying, and many were dying.

Qi Aotian, Cheng Rui, the two who once vowed to kill each other joined forces to fight, exhausted and about to be killed.

"No, it really doesn't work. ”

I can't remember the first time he said this, Qi Aotian waved his hand with difficulty and said, "Don't be sarcastic about me again." ”

Sarcasm produces stimulation, stimulation stimulates potential, and in the ten-day fierce battle, the blood-clothed killer has used this method many times to make Qi Aotian re-enter the battle, and vice versa, that is, saying these words is tantamount to admitting defeat.

Whether it is Qi Aotian or Cheng Rui, it is more difficult to admit defeat than to let him die, but there is always a limit to manpower.

Looking around, the people who followed the two were dead and wounded, even if they were on their own side and the enemy, they didn't know each other, looking at their fierce fighting expressions, Qi Aotian felt weird, and couldn't help but scratch his head.

"What does this have to do with us?"

"The association of fart. ”

Cheng Rui walked behind Qi Aotian in silence, and said quietly: "I can't do it either." ”

Qi Aotian couldn't help but laugh and said, "Hearing the blood-clothed madman say such things, my heart is very relieved. ”

"Cone!"

The last low drink, the last trace of cultivation, the last killing, the first sigh, Cheng Rui's voice was like a red-hot charcoal beaten, and the dust was shooting indiscriminately.

"Fuck. Qi Aotian cursed.

Cheng Rui didn't know why he was scolding, who was scolding, he didn't bother to care, and said to himself: "I don't know what happened to Thirteen." ”

"Thirteen? He must not be dead. ”

Wiping his face, Qi Aotian said with some resentment: "It is said that it is brilliant enough to die like this, but I am still a little unwilling and I can't see the result." ”

Unconsciously set his eyes into the distance, but there were many Dao Law Xuanguang obstructions that were difficult to penetrate, and Qi Aotian was a little angry.

"It's not authentic. Why should I send a message?!"

From the distance of the upheaval, the Dao Dao exclamation entered the ears with the wind and waves, compared with the previous screams of killing, you can hear the difference as soon as you hear it.

The exclamation instantly spread throughout the battlefield, and the roar stopped at the little time that there was almost no time to react. The spell ended, and the countless magic weapons flying in the air also came to a standstill, or were recovered by their masters.

At first glance, the war seems to be over.

"It's so strange!" Qi Aotian said stupidly.

The blood-clothed killer glanced at Qi Aotian contemptuously, thinking that it was a shame to fight side by side with such a fool, and he felt bored after thinking about it, so he turned his head and looked at that side stupidly.

There are 800 miles of land floating there, and there is a three-zhang "small" tree at the front of the earth, but it is crowned with a thousand-foot canopy. An oven at the top of the canopy. The sun above the oven is suspended in the small sun, three feet high, full of fire and full, as delicate as a newborn baby.

The scorching sun, the oven, and the fire and wood attracted countless eyeballs, and everyone felt strange and strange, and what was even more wonderful and strange was that a door was opened in the small tree and a group of people walked out.

No more, no less. Eight hundred and one people.

The young man in white led the way, and the beautiful man beside him was red-haired and red-robed. After walking out, the big hand waved lightly and announced casually.

"Ahem, that, everyone stop fighting"

"I'll tell you. The young man in white slapped him.

"It's all about fighting!" the red-robed redhead was a little surprised, a little angry.

"It doesn't work to talk about that. The young man in white explained.

"What is useful?" the red-robed young man was indignant.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry. ”

The young man in white pushed him aside. After that, he waved his hand in the same way as before, and drew a circle in the air.

"Those who dare to fight in the circle, die. ”

"That's the way it should be said!"

The red-robed young man praised it greatly, and then gently pushed his palm, pushing the circle drawn by the white-robed young man in all directions. Push 30,000 miles.

"Those who dare to fight in the circle, die!"

"What is that?"

"What kind of tree is that?"

"Who is that?"

After ten days of fierce slaughter, there were not many monks left who participated in the battle at first, so there were not many people who knew and remembered the mad spirit land, and among the monks who came to the battle one after another, most of them had seen Luosan, but none of them had ever seen such Luosan.

Although there were exclamations of joy and disappointment, to most people, it seemed ridiculous that those two people who didn't know what was growing on the ground and under what tree said "death to those who dare to fight".

The red-faced old man didn't think it was ridiculous, but on the contrary, his heart sank to the bottom, hesitated for a moment, and roared.

"Get out!"

Many Luosang people did not understand the meaning of this sentence, and secretly thought about what it means to rush out, and we are not surrounded, and have the upper hand; in confusion, they saw the actions of the red-faced old man, and led a group of elite cultivators to turn back and kill into the distance.

"Stop!"

Huoyan didn't agree. Although they didn't know the specific changes, although they were all tired and wanted to die, they still instinctively realized that there was a serious turning point in their favor, and they took action to intercept them.

"Kill!"

It's really weird, obviously he didn't have any strength just now, Qi Aotian, Cheng Rui and the others all thought that there was no way to make themselves angry, and they were jumping up and down again at this moment. Obviously, there were no familiar comrades-in-arms around him just now, but at this moment, his eyebrows are vivid, as if he has known each other for many years.

The cone is like a wild dragon, imprinted in all directions, and the few remaining children of the six clans gathered behind the two of them, chasing after them.

It doesn't seem to be necessary.

No, not at all.

"Decree, punishment for troubled times!"

Beside the red-haired young man, the three major ghost generals appeared together, three hundred zhang wrestlers blew their horns, three hundred tentacles spread out for thousands of miles, and the colorful streamer burst into the sky, shaking into a big flag fluttering in the wind!

The Underworld Military Flag appeared in the Yang World for the first time, embroidered with two big characters: Iron Foot!

"Is this your military name?" Looking at the flag, Shisanro was a little curious.

"Isn't it mighty?" Mei Juan rubbed his hands and said with a light expression: "Take it casually." ”

"It's casual enough. Thirteen Lang thought about it and decided not to tell Sù Meishuai his true thoughts, so as not to affect the morale of the army.

"Whew!"

As he spoke, the trumpets sounded, the howls were fierce, and a frenzy suddenly appeared thirty thousand miles away, and the boundless army of ghost pawns swarmed in, and there was no edge in sight.

This is the monk's eye.

The ghost comes from the line. The fief here is not a real fief, but refers to the number of hidden soldiers.

When there is a war in the yang world, the number of people involved is often calculated in the tens of thousands, but the underworld is different, they use it.

Thousands of miles in the line. The first grade judge has a unique spell, and the line can hide thousands of miles of soldiers, one by one, standing next to each other, and the soldiers who are full of thousands of miles.

How many are there, exactly?

The United States doesn't even know about it.

The underworld is different from the world of the sun, the vast starry sky is boundless, the underworld is a world, a complete continent and the Styx Sea are all of it, such a world is compared to the entire four star fields, its big, its many, its ferocity, can be imagined.

In the underworld, three hundred thousand people participate unless they are super powerful. Sorry to call it war?

It's pretty much the same

"Oh my God!"

The ghost pawn is 30,000 miles away, and when it is expanded, it still seems very crowded, and the distance between the front and back, left and right, and even up and down is limited;

It wasn't the monk who was the first to be unlucky, but the thousand-foot soul banner that still hasn't fallen, and the ghostly fog that surrounds it. The moment the military flag was raised into the air, the soul banner whined and wailed, and wisps of ghost mist floated up like smoke. Thousands of resentful spirits inside roared angrily, pulling and rushing towards the banner with the breath of soul flags. Disappear with a sigh of relief and satisfaction. Correspondingly, the Thousand Soul Banner shrank rapidly, and no matter how hard the guarding monks cast spells or tried, they couldn't even slow down a little.

Hiding ghosts in the world should theoretically be regarded as forbidden arts. Usually no one cares about it, and it can't be controlled, and the appearance of the righteous judge in the yang world is like a home opening door for those imprisoned souls, who can stop it.

After the soul banner is the altar, and 30,000 miles of ghost soldiers enter the battlefield. As the city walls advanced towards the center, the area around the altar was quickly crowded, and the monks who presided over the birth had no time to escape, and frantically cast spells and bombarded all around

It feels like a couple of mighty brutes trying to push a tsunami head-on, two words: joke!

The surging tide soon completely submerged the altar, and everyone and soul were torn to pieces.

Before entering the army, Tiezu left his spirit in the Yin Division, and he could be reincarnated if he died in battle, and if he could accumulate military merits, his luck would be strengthened after reincarnation.

Except for those who want to develop in the underworld, except for those who want to save some money for the afterlife, everyone is not afraid and eager to die in battle.

Fighting with such an army is doomed to be a tragedy.

"It's over, it's completely over. ”

He had seen such a scene, and the red-faced old man only took three breaths to come to the conclusion, the only thing he didn't understand was that the other party had such a powerful strength, why didn't it show it at the beginning, and had to wait until the two sides fought to the limit.

"The old man is willing to talk peacefully, no, the old man is willing"

"The decree has been issued, and it is too late. ”

The voice of the American judgment came from the military flag, and there was no discussion at all.

Final word

"The children of the six clans, gather around the old man!"

Listening, watching, and thinking, people slowly realize that those people and ghosts are allies, but what should they do?

There were ghosts everywhere, some passing by, some galloping, and it was strange how they could distinguish between friend and foe, and never attack the monks on Huoyan's side. Even so, the Huoyan people were still terrified, and many cultivators were fully prepared to prepare for the possible siege at any time.

At the critical moment, the voice of the mad fat man resounded in all directions, first gathering the clusters of surviving monks of the six clans in one place, and then slowly contacting the others, calling those cultivators who later joined the battlefield and other places in Huoyan.

"Demon Spirit Monster, long time no see!"

"Leiyang Daoyou has made great progress in cultivation, which is gratifying. ”

"A hundred years of reunion, the more brilliant the sister Ziling is. ”

Greet everyone he knows, and the crazy fat man walks with a smile full of smiles, as if the six major clans have not been hit hard by this battle, and they have no internal injuries and entanglements. On the one hand, it is important for Chu Mad to realize that this is not only a turning point in the war between the two regions, but also a good time for the six clans and himself to establish their prestige.

Indeed, in the past, the war lasted for a hundred years, and almost all the Huoyan monks believed that the outcome of the war between the two regions was unknown, and the six major clans were doomed.

Right now, everything is different. The surviving bigwigs looked around, and then looked at the red face of the crazy fat man, and couldn't help but think in their hearts, why is this guy's luck so good.

The scars have not faded, and selfishness is revealed, this is human cultivation.

"Thank you for your help, please come here for a while, and later the old man will introduce Mr. Thirteen to you, and how Mr. Judge of the First Product of the Underworld is here, come to Mr. Lao Yu to introduce Mr."

"Let's talk about it when we're done. ”

Waving his hand to signal that there was no need to be courteous, Thirteen Lang called Qi Aotian and the blood-clothed killer to his side, placed them under the Luosang tree to say a few words, and whispered a few words to Qi Aotian.

"Now, are you waiting for the battle to be over?" Qi Aotian had just realized the benefits of Luo Sang, Qi Aotian's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he was a little hesitant.

"The overall situation has been decided, and this sentence will take thirteen away. The American judge spoke first, with a cold expression.

"Huh?" Qi Aotian was confused, and the blood-clothed killer's gaze was slightly cold.

"Hey, I'm glaring at this judge, what are you doing, this sentence is afraid that you have been deceived, try it. ”

"I'm going to go on my own, and I don't really have a lot of time. Thirteen Lang explained, and easily pulled the beautiful judgment behind him.

"Uh, that's good. ”

The young master of the Qi family got up again, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to point somewhere in the crowd.

"Qi Shouren, come out!"

(To be continued......)