At the same time as Binghua made a move, in the mountains and forests a hundred miles away from the camp of the Third Demon Legion, the chief priest roared and said something similar.

"You're here anyway!"

When he said this, the high priest did not raise his eyes to a particular direction, because the enemy was coming from all sides.

Feeling the raging waves of talent in the air, the High Priest knew that at least four Holy Orders had come tonight.

In the east, there is the fragrance of tea, which makes people smell refreshed and pleasant, but with a deadly murderous intention; in the south, there are ink marks in the post, and the pen is majestic, like a tiger swallowing a wolf; in the west, there are wild flowers blooming, which is pleasing to the eye, and people are unforgettable to watch; in the north, there is a melodious sound of the piano, as if someone is chanting with it, but it is not really heard.

But to the high priest's surprise, these four Terran Holy Orders didn't seem to have any intention of making an immediate move, and they didn't even come within a hundred feet of them.

They didn't move, and the high priest naturally didn't move, because the blood array under his feet needed the enemy's close presence to activate.

The bright moonlight, the indifferent piano sound, the inaudible chanting, and the ethereal floral tea all combined together, as if it had become an incomparably quiet picture, intoxicating.

But the high priest did not let down his vigilance in the slightest, and although he stood still and did not move, he was like a sharp cold spear, and his aura was terrifying.

He was still wearing the somewhat dilapidated white robe, and the embroidered patterns on it had been erased by the years, and he could not see his original appearance. His hands were lightly placed in front of him, seemingly unarmed. But people dare not despise it.

A sparrow, awakened by the sound of the piano, flapped its wings and tried to flee from the branch. But after only one step, it was exploded into a cloud of blood mist in the air, and there were no bones left.

The same was true everywhere the High Priest was around, as if it had become a Jedi, a prison devoid of any living creatures, and any life that dared to step in or leave would be ruthlessly erased.

After a long time, a human voice reached the ears of the high priest, and it seemed a little contemptuous.

"Do you think you cherish flowers, and try to defeat four with one?"

The high priest gently hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Since you want to kill me." Why all this nonsense? Or is it you who are really afraid?"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a long silence until another voice rang out.

"You are worth more alive than dead, and if you are willing to be captured, we can promise not to kill you. ”

The same sentence, that day was in front of the Yellow Crane Tower. Emperor Canglan also said to Huadiao.

Those who descend do not kill.

That day's flower carving was attacked by Zhou Ji, a half-saint of Tianlan Kingdom, with a self-detonation of Wenxin, and was created by a sword in Yanbei, and finally faced the threat of nearly a hundred half-saints led by Emperor Canglan, but he still did not retreat. Defend the gate of the Yellow Crane Tower until Yousheng and Qianxia and others leave safely.

In the end, he survived.

Today, facing the attack of the four great Terran Holy Ranks. Can the high priest survive?

As Lu Yu said before, he is not cherishing flowers after all. There was no pity for the super strength of one to six in the funeral flower ridge, but fortunately. Tonight, he was not unprepared.

The blood array under his feet, the reinforcements hidden in the distance, and the mutton fat jade ring he wore on his fingertips were all the back hands he had prepared.

Not to mention that the other party only came to the four Holy Ranks, even if it was really like the six Great Saints of the Burial Flower Ridge, the High Priest was sure to leave all the enemies behind!

The only thing that made the High Priest a little uneasy was why they didn't do it yet?

What are they waiting for?

The same problem is also plaguing the flowers and trees that are meditating by the cold pool, the number and strength of the enemy are as predicted by the Holy Maiden, and the most vigilant of them is the man called Wang Cijiang, although he is also a half-saint, but Wang Cijiang gives him a more terrifying feeling than Xu Huanzhi, after all, this is a deafening name on the extraterritorial battlefield.

Although Hua Mu had never fought with Wang Cijiang, he hated the organization called the Scarlet Alliance, and as the leader of the alliance, Wang Cijiang didn't know how much blood of the demon soldiers were stained in his hands.

Not to mention, the former twelfth demon general, who is also Huamu's companion, Jinghua, was killed by Wang Ci with his own hands!

The best news for Hua Mu was that there was not a single Holy Order on his side, and it seemed that as planned, the human race finally set the main target on the High Priest.

In this way, the first step of this anti-ambush campaign can be said to have been perfectly achieved.

Next, it's how to lure the enemy in front of you to the edge of the cold pool.

What made Hua Mu a little uneasy was that the alliance generals led by General Wang Ci seemed to be planning something, and they did not launch an offensive at the moment of appearance, but were constantly revising the formation, and even several people had already gone around to the opposite bank of Hantan, as if they had seen through the strong reinforcements that Hua Mu was ambushing around.

Can't wait any longer!

Hua Mu knows very well that the key to this battle is to rush for time, whether it is him or Binghua who stays in the barracks, he needs to kill the enemy as quickly as possible, and then gallop to the dense forest where the high priest is located, and be sure to clear the backbone of the human race.

Thinking of this, Hua Mu's eyes opened in shock, his hands were raised in front of him, the light around him became extremely dim in an instant, and the originally vibrant earth began to emit a rumbling sound.

He took the initiative!

Among the seven priests of the demon race, Hua Mu is the best at controlling and controlling life, but in a single thought, life can wither, and death can bloom with fresh light!

So in the next moment, the ground that had been frozen by the cold was extremely hard suddenly cracked, and a lifeless skeleton crawled out of the ground, no wailing, no screams, only the click of bones rubbing and bending, which made people's scalps tingle.

At the same time, the black curtain representing death fell from the sky, enveloping the entire cold pool tightly, compared to the death ray shot by the flowers and trees in the Evergreen Grand Canyon that day, I don't know how many times richer!

This sudden scene made many people shocked, although they had been mentally prepared enough before coming, but seeing the skeleton dead rushing towards them still raised an indescribable sense of fear.

Fortunately, at this time, Wang Cijiang's voice sounded in time, which was like a shot in the arm and strengthened everyone's will.

"Do it!"

When the words fell, everyone ignited the incomparably brilliant golden talent in their bodies like a conditioned reflex, and all kinds of war texts came one after another, if they didn't make a move, once they made a move, it was naturally their best and most powerful means of attack.

However, what happened next surprised everyone.

Those scary and terrifying-looking skeleton soldiers are like defenseless puppets, and they are like old antiques that have long since lost their combat ability after a long time of wind and frost, and just a simple storm of talent has overturned them all to the ground and shattered them into a piece of bones, which looks extremely funny.

All kinds of Wendao War Texts and Unified Golden Caihui almost encountered any resistance and consumption, and they had already come to the front of Hua Mu, but in the face of the killing intent that was close at hand, Hua Mu did nothing.

His face was calm, as indifferent as a dying man, and his black eyes had been brightened by the roaring storm of talent, but he had no intention of fleeing or resisting.

Even the black light that permeated the surroundings did not answer the call, helping the flowers and trees to meet the impending war attack.

Why?

Could it be that he was ready to die calmly and gave up resistance?

But what's the point of doing that?

Before the League of Legends generals could figure it out, a violent splash of water suddenly rose high behind the flower and tree, and the innocent blackeye fish in the cold pool were already overturned to the shore before they could even figure out what was happening, and they lost their lives in an instant.

A black stone covered with moss appeared in everyone's field of vision, and a bit of cold light penetrated from the inside of the black stone, it was a flag head, and the flagpole stabbed out from the huge black stone, and the loud sound was like a thunder explosion in the sky.

This is the Rock Breaker.

At the other end of the flag, a broad palm held the tail of the flag until the black stone was completely shattered, and the true face of the man was clearly seen.

He was dressed in a simple golden remnant armor, stepping on cloud hunting combat boots, the flagpole in his hand opened with the oncoming talent storm, and the bright thorn flower totem was like a scorching sun, even more brilliant than everyone's talent and brilliance combined!

The tenth demon will be indistinguishable from each other, breaking out of the stone!

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PS: Thanks to the 100 tip of 'Gojo who fell in love with the nine cylinders'. (To be continued......)