When those eyes opened, Zhao Hongming clearly saw a heavy black spreading from behind the Huo family ancestor.

The already dim sky became even darker at this time, as if all light had stopped abruptly here, giving people a heavy sense of oppression.

"What's that?"

Zhao Hongming looked at the vision that happened in front of him, and his brows furrowed.

He was under the impression that there was no description of such a scene.

The eyes opened in the void were bloodshot, and they looked around, taking in the scene in front of them.

Zhao Hongming noticed that when these eyes saw the warm corpse lying on the ground, they showed a bit of anthropomorphic joy.

The owner of Sword Forge Villa took out a blood-colored dagger and held it in his hand.

A hideous smile appeared on his face and he swiped it on his hand.

"Heaven and earth are arrays, all living beings are chess, blood is the guide, and sacrifice is made. God is back! ”

Crimson blood flowed from his hands.

A surprising scene occurred.

The blood that flowed out did not drip down, but slowly floated up, gradually blending into the darkness behind the Huo family ancestor.

In an instant, the wind raged like a ghost crying wolf, with a chill that was cold to the bone marrow, rolling up the sky full of sand and dust, covering the sky and the sun.

Powerful forces descended from the sky, and the irritable energy gathered here, filling the void with restlessness.

In the darkness, small bolts of lightning surged out, illuminating the ethereal darkness behind them.

Zhao Hongming's face changed suddenly.

With the help of a faint light, he saw a slightly pale human face.

That face had an indifferent smile on it, full of disdain, and these people in front of him seemed to be dogs.

The face of the man opened his mouth.

A devouring force descended.

Zhao Hongming was shocked, realizing that there was great danger, he turned around and shouted: "Evacuate!" ”

Wei Wushu behind him ordered a ban.

After hearing Zhao Hongming's order, they no longer fell in love with the war and broke away from the battlefield one after another.

Just after Wei Wushu broke away, the devouring power of the gods enveloped the entire battlefield.

"Ahh

A terrible cry broke the silence on the battlefield.

The wounded soldiers on the battlefield grabbed their throats and screamed suddenly.

Their faces turned red, and their bodies were actually lifted by some kind of power of him, and they struggled in mid-air, letting out desperate cries.

Blood and tears continued to flow from the corners of his eyes, and bursts of dark red blood foam poured out of his mouth and nose, turning into wisps of blood-colored ribbons that floated towards the big mouth of the human face.

Not only these soldiers who still have a little breath, but also those corpses that have just died.

Zhao Hongming just glanced at it slightly, and he felt that his scalp was numb.

Corpses, the dead and the living mingled together to form a forest of flesh and blood!

Sacrifice!

This word quickly appeared in Zhao Hongming's mind.

In the mountains and forests, the Huo family's army was all in chaos.

Those soldiers who were physically intact and still had enough energy and blood were not reduced to sacrifices, but they had no intention of fighting at all, and they just wanted to flee from here by throwing away their weapons.

Zuo Jian of Sword Casting Villa smiled and said, "Ancestor, the blood food is not enough, do you want me to make up for you more?" ”

When the Huo family ancestor heard this, he closed his eyes and remained silent.

Zuo Jian smiled, the sword light in his sleeve flashed, turned into a sharp sword intent, and rushed towards the battlefield.

Those soldiers who fled for their lives were already in chaos and fled for their lives.

As soon as he didn't pay attention, he was pierced by this sword light.

Zhao Hongming discovered this sword light, and after harvesting some of the fugitive pawns, he actually headed towards Wei Wushu.

His figure swayed, turning into an afterimage and chasing after the sword light.

These Wei warriors were all elite divisions, and they fought with him in the north and south, and they could not watch them being slaughtered unilaterally.

This sword light is transformed by a sword strip, about three feet six inches long, the whole body is silver and snow-white, and the sword intent is high.

Zhao Hongming turned into a magic phase behind him, and smashed it out with a punch.

Syllable!

The two collided, making a metal-like sound, and the sword bar was directly knocked away.

"Huh?"

The owner of the Sword Casting Mountain Villa sighed lightly, and with Zhao Hongming's obstruction, his heart moved, and he turned the target of the sacrifice to only the Huo family's army on the battlefield.

In the face of the crushing power, those Huo family soldiers could not escape at all, they were shrouded in deep despair and fear, lost the courage to resist, and completely turned into the sacrifice of the Huo family's ancestors to worship God.

The face behind the Huo family ancestor devoured greedily.

The sacrificial soldiers, their flesh and soul were cruelly absorbed by the evil gods, turned into yellow sand, and dissipated in the night wind little by little.

The clothes and armor on his body then fell to the ground weakly.

Zhao Hongming suddenly felt that this scene was familiar.

After devouring the sacrifice, the eyes suspended behind the Huo family ancestor looked around, and finally landed on the Huo family ancestor.

A red ray of light shot out from the center of the human face's eyebrows, and it submerged above the head of the Huo family ancestor.

When this is done, the face fades away.

At the moment after the face disappeared, he glanced at Zhao Hongming intentionally or unintentionally.

Bang, bang, bang.

In the mountains and forests, a rhythmic sound of agitation appeared.

Zhao Hongming hurriedly followed the prestige, it was the heartbeat of the Huo family ancestor.

He saw that the Huo family ancestor's originally wrinkled face had regained a bit of youthfulness, and the aura of his whole body skyrocketed, and the muscles and muscles were as strong as a mountain, hideous and terrifying, which made people feel frightened.

"Congratulations to the ancestor for his success in worshipping God!"

The sword casting villa on the side put away the sword strip and congratulated him with a smile.

The Huo family ancestor clenched his fists, and his state became much younger: "Now the old man feels like he is dozens of years younger, and his whole body is full of strength. ”

Zuo Jian said with a smile: "Ancestor just now, you worshiped the gods of the school level, and what you got was the power of the Nine Grades of Martial Courage, if you dedicate more blood and food, you may be able to worship the general level, and maybe you can get the power of the Creation Realm." ”

"Hehe......"

The Huo family ancestor didn't believe his nonsense at all.

Sajimi's "more" is not just as simple as "more".

"There's enough power right now." The ancestor of the Huo family saw that the nearly 10,000 soldiers under his command were wiped out, and his face became gloomy as water.

Zuo Jian reminded: "There is something I want to tell the ancestor, you have successfully worshiped the gods now, and you have become a slave of the gods, and you must meet any needs of the gods, even if your life is exhausted, the soul must be trapped in the body for the gods to drive." ”

The ancestor of the Huo family exhaled lightly and said expressionlessly: "Got it!" Any power has a price, and the old man has been mentally prepared. ”

He clenched the dragon scale spear in his hand, revealing supreme coercion, and walked towards Zhao Hongming step by step.

"Since the old man cultivated himself, he didn't like killing the most. Every time I see my life gone, I feel extremely sad. ”

The ancestor of the Huo family looked at Zhao Hongming and said angrily: "Why did you force me to kill so many people? ”

"Now only by letting you die, my heart will be completely calmed."

The Huo family ancestor had a cold face, and as he approached, he urged the dragon scale spear in his hand to be as powerful as a mountain.

In the face of the Huo family's ancestor's aggressive momentum, Zhao Hongming's face did not have any fear.

The two looked at each other.

"Actually, there is a way to bring peace to your heart."

"What?"

"In fact, when you die, your heart can be completely calm!"

"Don't be ashamed!"

The ancestor of the Huo family urged the dragon scale spear, and the green bull phantom had just urged out, but his expression was stagnant.

On the opposite side of Zhao Hongming's chest, a square seal appeared at this time, and there was a white mist on his hand, which gradually condensed the outline of a big knife.

Zhao Hongming smiled: "It's just a demon outside! ”

"National fortune, open the sky!"

Rumble!

The big knife condensed by the white national fortune rolled up a fierce wind and slashed down on the head of the Huo family ancestor!

The air condenses instantly.

Everywhere the sword light passed, the space cracked, and countless spiritual pressure storms surged out around the blade, as if chaos had just opened.

The powerful force swallowed everything in an instant, and even the mountains in the distance seemed to tremble under this sword aura.

Every wisp of national fortune is as heavy as a thousand pounds, and such a national fortune, Zhao Hongming has condensed thousands of strands.

Superimposed with the Heaven Opening Martial Arts, it is terrifying to go down with a single sword.

The ancestor of the Huo family only felt as if he had been suppressed by several mountains, and the phantom of the green cow that had just been condensed was directly dispersed.

The spear in his hand was disengaged, the door was wide open, and he fell to his knees under this weight.

The ancestor of the Huo family let out a miserable scream on the spot.

Under the power of the national fortune, the ground was directly smashed out of a huge pit, and the Huo family ancestor was instantly cut in two.

The sudden change of scenery stunned the owner of Sword Casting Mountain Villa, Zuo Jian, and his eyes were about to pop out of his sockets.

A knife!

With just one knife, he slashed and killed the ancestor of the Huo family, who had successfully worshiped God.

That kind of power was a power he had never seen before, even above the worship of God.

He was a little incredulous.

However, the facts were in front of him, and he had to believe this fact.

Now the army has been sacrificed, and the men have been killed.

The ancestor of the Huo family worships God like a clown, which is ridiculous and generous.

Zuo Jian, the owner of the Sword Casting Mountain Villa, who came back to his senses, no longer had any hesitation, and immediately turned around and ran wildly.

Behind Zhao Hongming, the law appeared and threw out a thunderous spear, which came in an instant.

Thundered!

The thunderbolt exploded and landed on Zuomi's arm, tearing it apart.

Zuo Jian didn't dare to resist, and the sword light in his sleeve flashed, directly enveloping him and quickly disappearing into Zhao Hongming's field of vision.

Zhao Hongming wanted to pursue, but found that his divine soul power was consumed greatly.

Just now, he forcibly condensed the country into a knife and used the sword technique that consumed the power of the divine soul, which caused a great burden on his spirit.

The owner of this Sword Casting Mountain Villa has a strange body, and his swordsmanship is as perfect as fire, and his speed is extremely fast, even if he is at his peak, he may not be able to catch up.

It's a long time coming.

When the current chaos inside and outside the beam is resolved, we will concentrate our efforts on destroying these crooked and evil ways.

He closed his eyes and breathed quietly.

In the rear, Ma Chuanping, Leyang and other elite Wei soldiers looked at each other.

When they saw the scene just now, they thought that His Royal Highness Zhao Hongming was going to have a fierce battle to fight, and they were even ready to sacrifice.

Unexpectedly, with just one move, His Royal Highness would behead the ancestor of the Huo family.

One size fits all!

On the battlefield at this time, most of the Huo family's army was dead, and even if they weren't dead, they were already frightened and didn't know where to flee, leaving only the elites of Wei Wushu to defend around Zhao Hongming.

After about a stick of incense, Zhao Hongming used his skills and ran the Eight Desolation Immortal Gong for several days, so that all his spirits were restored.

He opened his eyes and let out a heavy breath.

Turbid air erupted from the nasal cavity, filled with cyan brilliance, like two swimming dragons, directly rushing to the ground and then collapsing and disappearing, blowing a cloud of floating dust.

After a fierce battle, Zhao Hongming did not feel too tired, and even felt that his state was better than ever.

The Eight Desolations are worthy of being immortal martial arts with the name of health preservation.

After cultivating this technique for a small time, the recovery ability is really terrifying.

There is no other book in the world that can compare to it.

Zhao Hongming raised his head and saw that a little white light had appeared in the east in the distance.

At this time, in the sky before the sun rises, the stars are like isolated islands, walking in the sky scattered.

The shimmer pierced through the clouds, staining the sky a faint blue-white.

The mountain peaks loom in the mist, making them even more steep and mysterious.

Everything has not yet awakened, only the breeze creeps through the leaves, bringing a burst of fresh breath.

Zhao Hongming opened his mouth and said, "Clean up the battlefield." ”

"Yes!"

Under the training of Wu Qi, Wei Wushu has always had a tradition of cleaning the battlefield and burying enemy troops.

Zhao Hongming is not exempt from vulgarity.

At present, the Huo family's army has no corpses to speak of, only various personal belongings and equipment scattered around.

The equipment left behind by tens of thousands of soldiers is not a small amount, which is enough for these Wei soldiers to make a small windfall.

Seeing Zhao Hongming's order, many Wei Wushu put away many objects scattered on the ground one by one and took them for themselves.

Zhao Hongming didn't stop it.

He focused his attention on the corpse of the Huo family ancestor in front of him.

The elites of Wei Wushu all knew that the dragon scale spear of the Huo family ancestor was a rare treasure, but they also knew that this was Zhao Hongming's trophy, and no one dared to touch it.

Zhao Hongming stepped forward, picked up the spear, and held it in his hand.

It is a spear made of fine iron, and the handle of the spear is partially covered with delicate dragon scale moire, providing a comfortable grip.

The streamlined body of the gun shone with a cold and hard light.

Holding this spear, the cold touch transmitted to the whole body through the palm of the hand, making people instantly sober.

Zhao Hongming paid more attention to the front end of the gun, which seemed to be inlaid with a cyan gem, but it had been integrated into the body of the gun, and it was not obvious if it was not carefully observed.

He pondered for a moment, mobilizing the power of his soul to land on the gunshot.

"Moo!"

Suddenly, a crisp cow roar was heard.

A bull demon phantom slowly appeared on the gun's body.

The green bull's whole body was covered in dragon scales, and its big horns were the size of two people.

It's hard to imagine how terrifying the size of this bull demon is in front of her.

Zhao Hongming couldn't help but be a little more curious about the world where fairies and demons coexisted before the collapse of the Heavenly Dao.

Zhao Hongming put away the messy thoughts in his heart and put away the silver scale gun.

After Wei Wushu had almost cleaned up the battlefield, he ordered people to return to the distance, bring the war horses, and then probe in the direction where the Huo family's army came.

The front may be the place where the Huo family's army is stationed.

They have just settled down and have not yet gained a firm foothold, and perhaps there are some opportunities to destroy the Huo army traitors. (End of chapter)