Gradually, Miao Jiang, who didn't speak on the side, also found the fun and joined in.

"Then thank you for your strategy, first send someone to deliberately spread the birth of a baby in Xiwu Mountain, and secretly buy the water army to exaggerate its effect, so that the keyboard warriors mistakenly think it is true, so as to cause the truth of public opinion, and finally let our people pretend to attack, we just need to wait for the rabbit here."

The black-robed man is full of black lines, but others can't see it, frowned, can't help patting his chest, and scolding the fool in his heart, before others ask you anything, you will all confess, lack of heart, I really can't take this group of pig teammates.

Sure enough, just as he began to guess, looking at the five people in front of him, there was basically no problem walking sideways in the cultivation realm, and even the ordinary first-class sects were wiped out in a snap of his fingers, and he looked at the disciples behind him, and he had to transmit this news as soon as possible.

Seeing that they were swaying, he waved his hand and interrupted: "Okay, stop the ink, so as not to be wrong." ”

King Jingling was already impatient on the side, seeing them chattering there was really annoying, I don't understand where so many words came from, this will get the approval of a direct punch.

King Jingling is a power type, a copper skin and iron bone that has been cultivated for a long time, plus he is a ghost, and the ghost qi of cultivation has a certain suppressive effect on people, and even corrodes the mind, so he doesn't need weapons at all.

Zheng Moyan didn't dare to be careless at all, and hurriedly sacrificed his magic weapon to hit him, Miao Jiang and King Xiangyong attacked from the left and right respectively, and the three of them instantly stood together.

The mysterious black-robed man didn't have the slightest intention of making a move, and watched the fire from the sidelines, while Wu Anjun charged at the disciples of the Heavenly Sect.

Among the disciples, the highest cultivation is the style of Slack Hua Peak, Huang Wen of Qingyou Peak, and Song Xin of Wu Ning Peak, the three of them sacrificed magic weapons at the same time to block Wu Anjun, and Xuanyin Peak Tang Shan cultivated weaker and led other disciples to fight with the demon elite, and a big battle was endless.

Wu Anjun is not a loss is the little prince of the waves, he is nicknamed "Little White Dragon in the Waves", he just has a little advantage and wants to drag out the time and not go all out, he wants to get back the field that was beaten by Zheng Moyan just now, and the style of the three people sees the opportunity, and the strength gap is in this, they have to go all out.

Huang Wen played a style of "Daosheng One Sword", attacking from the front, Wu Anjun did not panic, the fan gently opened to block this move, and with a slight flick, Huang Wen was bounced away, and the style output a move from the right side, "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One", gently rotated the fan, and blocked it casually, only to see that the illusion of ten thousand swords attacked one place and could not break the defense.

Song Xin took out the charm from his arms, bit his finger and dripped, and then threw it into the air "Heavenly Thunder Spell", and the charm immediately went berserk, turning into several thunderbolts and slashing at Wu Anjun.

"Boom, boom, boom" After a few thunders, the smoke dissipated, according to the law of smoke and no injury, it has no effect, and the thunder and lightning are born to restrain them, although the damage is not great, but the paralysis caused by them cannot be completely erased.

This feeling made Wu Anjun angry, and a move "Heavenly Demon Chaos" forced the two of them back, and then a flash came to Song Xin and slapped it with a palm, Song Xin resisted with all his strength, but was still slapped out by a ruthless palm, and his body was like a kite with a broken string, and he knocked down several trees in a row before stopping.

Wu Anjun just wanted to mock this, after Tang San solved the enemy, he saw that Wu Anjun had a flaw, and immediately made up the knife to perform his strongest move "Shocking Sword", the sword body immediately converged into a forty-meter machete, and directly slashed over, and the defenseless Wu Anjun naturally received all the damage, and he used his demonic energy to resist Fang Cai was fine, and this sword really hit his body.

The mysterious black-robed man couldn't stand it anymore and asked a little angry, "Wu Anjun, what are you doing?" ”

At this time, Wu Anjun was completely angry, no wonder someone else made you wave, Tangshan's internal organs could not bear it with a move of "Heavenly Demon Dance", and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, everything came too fast, and there was no time to defend.

"Mole ants! The grasshopper shakes the tree, and it is beyond its own strength! ”

Zheng Moyan is uncomfortable here, and he can barely hold on in the face of the three of them joining forces, the three of them are infinitely close to themselves, if the two of them can still deal with it, the three can only hehe, and watching the disciples fall one by one, I can't wait for myself to have a few more hands, and the doppelganger lacks skills.

Zheng Moyan thought about countermeasures while fighting, from the beginning to the present, he found that the spiritual energy in his body was constantly draining, and being a great cultivator like them could basically achieve a certain connection between heaven and earth, so as to keep his spiritual power in a full state all the time, but now he felt as if he had severed this connection.

Looking at the smoke around him for a long time, he was white, and the three of them saw that Zheng Moyan was in bad spirits, so they glanced at each other and nodded.

King Jingling withdrew from the scene in a flash, looking at the posture to display his natural skills, each generation of demon kings will be accompanied by a kind of natural skill, although they have lived longer than humans, but the human race can catch up with their hundreds or even thousands of years of cultivation with decades of cultivation, which can be regarded as a kind of heavenly compensation.

I saw that after King Jingling's palm was spread upward, the five fingers were half-grasped upwards into a claw shape, and the left hand nested a little arm under the palm of the right hand, and after a while, a round energy ball appeared on the hand, and with the shouting "Demon Moon from the Fire".

Miao Jiang and King Xiangyong also quickly evacuated, this talent is obviously that they have all been taught, and the damage is wide and wide, Zheng Moyan also suffered this trick in the Demon Clan War back then, so naturally he didn't dare to be careless, he bit his tongue and spit out a mouthful of essence blood on Ziwei.

"Good as Water"

Shangshan is like water and Ren Fangyuan, Dao is born one, life is two, this move cannot be hard-connected, Zheng Moyan decided to overcome rigidity with softness, and with the continuous rotation of the sword, a yin and yang Taiji diagram appeared in front of him, and the two forces collided together, constantly devouring each other.

Zheng Moyan resisted this move with all his might, naturally he fell for their plan, after a short period of accumulation, the whole body of Xiangyong King was wrapped in black ghost qi, his right hand was raised slightly, a black giant bow appeared out of thin air, and he pulled the bow and arrow hard, and the surrounding ghost qi immediately formed an arrow, and the arrow was strangely burning with black flames.

"Yin Ghost Slayer Blade, one arrow will kill you!"

An arrow shot out and flew towards Zheng Moyan with a strong tearing sound.

"Master, be careful!"

Zheng Moyan is now a doppelganger, Huang Wen and his style are originally hard to support, defeat is a matter of time, if Wu Anjun didn't want to end it early, it would have been over a long time ago, because Huang Wen's distraction was flashed by Wu Anjun in front of Huang Wen.

"Mole ant, dare to be distracted when fighting with this gentleman."

A punch hit the heart, Huang Wen couldn't stand it anymore, and flew out upside down, and took advantage of this opportunity to use all his true qi, and used the secret technique of the sect "Treading the Snow to Find Plums" to block this arrow for Zheng Moyan, and hated the northwest on the spot.

"Style!"

King Xiangyong will not give him a chance, and shot the second arrow one after another, Zheng Moyan retracted his true qi, took out a few charms from his sleeve, and threw it towards the sky, "Heavenly Thunder Lead" The sky immediately thundered and rolled, and several heavenly thunders directly slashed the King of Jingling, although this style is very lethal, but after all, it is transformed by his own demonic energy, and if he does not take it back, he is afraid that he will not be able to catch this dense heavenly thunder.

Seeing that King Jingling withdrew his innate skills, Zheng Moyan breathed a long sigh of relief, his steps quickly changed, and he dodged the second arrow, but what he didn't notice was that Wu Anjun had quietly come to his side, and a move "Heavenly Demon Descent" slammed into his body.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spit out from Zheng Moyan's mouth, he couldn't hold on anymore, Miao Jiang is Wu clan was originally good at assisting, and he had been hiding behind to strengthen the attributes of the three just now.

Before he could catch his breath, the magic circle on King Jingling's side could no longer be maintained, King Jingling took the opportunity to make up for him again, and after this heavy blow, his body had fallen out uncontrollably and fell to the ground fiercely, Zheng Moyan struggled to get up, and the true qi in his body was less than three-tenths.

Looking at the situation in front of him, King Xiangyong and they were all slightly bumping, and there was a mysterious person with deep merit and fame behind him, and for a while Zheng Moyan fell into an ideological struggle.

"Zheng Moyan, you are at the end of your rope, we will catch you later, and you will be better off than dead, crying dad and mother!"

As an ancestor, King Xiangyong will not miss any opportunity to taunt his opponent.

"As for the disciples behind you, hehe, we will cut off their flesh piece by piece, and then make their souls loyal to my demon clan forever."

A troll, a thief, the two sang and agreed, even their teammates frowned, Zheng Moyan looked back at the disciple behind him, the fierce ideological struggle stopped, and his eyes suddenly became extremely resolute.

The mysterious man couldn't stand it at all, Lang Lang Lang, Lang Lang endlessly, and said sternly: "You two are not hurrying, I will immediately turn you into dead corpses, chirp crooked, it's really annoying, hurry up and end it, go home and eat!" ”

These two people are really convinced, and they know how to live to this day, they have been mixed for hundreds of years, like an idiot, no wonder they have been suppressed by the human race and have been living in one acre and three points of land deserved, and people don't talk much? It doesn't fit their setting at all!

Originally, the two wanted to play for a while, but the adults were obviously very angry, and they looked at each other and nodded.

"It's over!"

With the strong assistance of Miao Jiang, the three of them used their strongest skills.

"The Demon God is born".

"Demon Moon Leaves the Fire"

"Yin Demon Slayer"