This was a real Saint Rank melee, and the sage coercion unleashed by the eight people immediately killed and injured most of the 30,000 troops in the middle, and those who barely survived were all powerhouses with a rank above the Bachelor Realm.

The Evergreen Grand Canyon has completely collapsed, and the boulders that fell from the air have almost filled the valley, and the bones of hundreds of thousands of soldiers have been completely buried underground.

And the alliance between the emperor and Yan Zhenqing also made a new change in the situation in the field.

From a certain point of view, Yi Weibo's initial surprise attack strategy had failed, and it was not the four human saints who stopped him, but the remnants of the Brave Army that he had ignored from the beginning.

Nearly 30,000 people charged regardless of life and death, so that Yi Weibo missed the best opportunity.

Of course, such an accident was not enough to turn the battle around, and the initiative was still in his hands.

The six priests have also come to Yi Weibo's side, one of them wielding deadly poison arts, and the other is adept at wielding the power of life.

These are two completely opposing rules of power.

On the contrary, the way of calligraphy and painting of the emperor and Yan Zhenqing can complement each other and complement each other, and the combat power exerted is far more than one plus one equals two.

On the surface, it seems that the human side has finally regained some advantages.

But when Yi Weibo and Hua Mu made a move, everyone found that the reality was far from as simple as they imagined.

How can the power of the Holy Order be inferred by common sense?

In addition to life, the mystery of life is also full of death. It's all just in the mind of the caster.

The poisonous mist in Yi Weibo's hands spread out again, and Hua Mu's pupils turned pure black. His fingertips were wrapped around a line of dead ink, which soon melted into the poisonous mist of Ivy Booth. There is no sense of rejection between the two, but rather an incomparably harmonious state.

The thick fog stained the body of a brave soldier like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and even if he had already aroused the blue brilliance, he could not burn it.

In less than a breath, the whole body of that scholar powerhouse was surrounded by poisonous mist and death qi, and then melted into a pool of blood in the horrified eyes of everyone.

Yes, it's melting. It was as if it was not a living life, but just a snowman piled up by a child in winter, and finally could not withstand the high temperature under the scorching sun and completely melted.

There are no bones left.

Seeing this, Yan Zhenqing immediately let out a long roar: "All the rest of the people, immediately evacuate from this place and escort the general out of the canyon!"

Yan Zhenqing's voice of the general, of course, refers to the Canglan Emperor, at this time, because of the collapse of the Evergreen Grand Canyon as a whole. The talisman arrays laid by the valley on both sides of the guide were also completely destroyed, but it was the best time for everyone to escape!

However, now under the nose of Yi Weibo, is it said that he can escape?

In a flash. The air poisoned mist was like a raging beast tide, surging in all directions at a very terrifying speed, and immediately devoured dozens of fresh lives. If this continues, the people will not be able to escape from the valley at all, and the whole army will be destroyed.

Good at the same time. The battle between the emperor and Yan Zhenqing has also been completed.

This is the second war painting made by the emperor in this battle, and it is still a seemingly inexplicable line. The ink stains were hard to understand, but in time a barrier was erected between the poisonous mist and the brave army, incorporating the thick fog and dead air in the sky.

If you have to describe it, the emperor's war painting is a mirror-like, flattened thing, which looks as thin as a piece of paper from the side, but the length and width are nearly 100 zhang, and the ink-colored streamer keeps wandering on it, as if a demon beast is bound in it, trying to break free.

As the poisonous mist continued to be injected into it, the ink color of this war painting became richer and richer, and the blank space became smaller and smaller, and even the invisible giant beast inside struggled a little more violently.

No one could understand what the painting was, but Mr. Ivybo felt a sense of familiarity.

"Some meanings, although you were born blind, can't see things, and have never seen gluttonous beasts, you can copy its charm vividly, but it's a pity, you are not Wu Daozi. ”

As the words fell, the thick fog in the air slapped on the emperor's war painting like a storm and waves, and soon turned it into a dirty curtain, and when the dead air from the fingertips of the flowers and trees was injected into the painting, it became like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the whole painting completely shattered.

However, what was unexpected was that the war painting, which looked like a black mirror on a huge screen, did not dissipate after being torn, or turned into residual ink and flowed into the ground, but quickly condensed into an incomparably fierce-looking beast shadow, emitting an earth-shattering roar.

"Roar!"

Although this giant beast is not at all similar to gluttony in appearance, as Yi Weibo said, this is the gluttony in the emperor's heart.

It is undoubtedly a very wonderful choice to use the painting of the Demon Sacred Beast to fight against the Demon Clan's powerhouse, of course, this is also due to the emperor's mastery of gluttonous charm.

More than a hundred years ago, during the Holy War, the Emperor had a very brief encounter with the gluttony, and of course, the result of that time ended in a crushing defeat for mankind.

And more than a hundred years later, although the emperor has never encountered the true body of gluttony, he has experienced the devouring power inherited by Tang Ji in the battle of Burial Hualing, so he was able to complete this amazing work, but it is a pity that now he is facing a more powerful Yi Weibo than gluttony.

Even in reality, although Tao Tao is one of the holy beasts of the demon race, he is not Yi Weibo's opponent in terms of status and strength, not to mention that it is just a war painting with it as the main body?

So in the next moment, Yi Weibo laughed softly: "Since you want to rely on the power of devouring to delay the spread of the poisonous mist, then it is better to blow you up." ”

After that, Yi Weibo's pair of sleeved robes had already bulged violently, and the dozens of poisons hidden in it surged out, immediately making the color of the empty poison mist even darker by dozens of times, and at the same time, the dead air on Hua Mu's fingertips also became thicker, and it did not enter the mouth of the gluttonous battle painting, but quietly wrapped around its neck.

A layer of fine beads of sweat had oozed from the top of the emperor's head, and although his pupils were as gray as ever, a pair of brows had been furrowed fiercely, and the expression on his face showed an extremely painful look.

He was about to lose it.

It was at this time that Yan Zhenqing's battle post finally came to the front of that poisonous fog!

"The earthen gate is open, and the majesty is great. If the thieves don't save them, the lonely city is besieged. The father traps the son and dies, and the nest overturns. Heaven does not repent of the disaster, who is for the poison? Nian Er is crippled, how can a hundred bodies be redeemed? Woo lament!"

Yan Zhenqing is most praised for his regular script and Xingcao, and this "Manuscript for the Sacrifice of Nephews" is the most representative calligraphy of his Xingcao works, as soon as this book comes out, the whole sky seems to be darkened, and the sound of killing is coming from all directions, which is terrifying.

The ink in the book is full of muscles and bones, and there is also a supreme edge, which makes people dare not force to look, every word is like a sharp knife, the gesture is majestic, extraordinary and holy, as soon as it appears, it will disperse the poisonous fog within a radius of three zhang of the gluttonous war painting!

However, in the face of this scene, Yi Weibo said a very similar evaluation to the previous one.

"This book is written with a frank pen, the words are majestic, it is indeed a rare good post, even people like me who are not good at calligraphy can also experience the holy power in it, but it's a pity, you are not Wang Xizhi. ”

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PS: It's not very well written.,Let's change a chapter today.,I'll make it up tomorrow if the state is better.,Actually, I'm preparing more recently.,But on the other hand, I'm also preparing a new book.,So time is a little tight.,But no matter what.,Mo Yu will do his best.。 (To be continued......)