Yao Chong's resounding words reached the ears of everyone on the battlefield at a very fast speed.

The momentum of the Black Wind Rider skyrocketed, and the killing became more and more desperate, as if it was tireless, and the army of the Zhenlong tribe could no longer effectively block them, even if the blessing of the Dragon Xuan priest was still there, it had become a group of rabble.

The leaders were defeated so miserably, even the masters of the Holy Pavilion were easily defeated by them, and now Yao Chong is already like a god among the soldiers of the Zhenlong tribe, who would dare to frustrate his edge?

However, his words also made many soldiers of the Zhenlong tribe feel bitter in their hearts.

The Holy Pavilion has never been a part of the Demon Domain, when the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance introduced the Holy Pavilion into the territory, they were all fiercely opposed, but it didn't work, those Holy Sons were still acting recklessly in their homeland, and the equality and mutual assistance promised by the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance was completely empty talk, just like now, even if these guys from the Holy Pavilion were sitting on the battlefield, they would only watch the show through the clouds, and they didn't want to go down to help at all, as if they wished that their Zhenlong tribe would be happy when they were dead.

Yao Chong's words were hitting their hearts.

But now, they are Yao Chong's enemies, and they are also enemies who are about to fail.

Since they were doomed, many of them put down their weapons and looked at the Demon Emperor standing with swords in the distance, as long as they could see the Demon Emperor sword slashing these bastards of the Holy Pavilion, they would be extremely happy even if they died.

The two old men of the Holy Pavilion had extremely ugly faces at this time, and one of them mustered up his courage and pointed at Yao Chong and shouted, "Yao Chong, do you want to start a war now!"

"It's you, not me, who are at war. Yao Chong held Chongming in his hand, and there was supreme majesty in his eyes, "There has never been a place for you in the Demon Domain, if you dare to continue to stir up the wind and rain, here and now, you should fall a holy envoy." ”

The old man who spoke was caged behind him, and his hand that was about to crush the jade talisman slammed, and he could no longer make up his mind to crush the jade talisman.

This jade talisman is mixed with a Vermilion Bird breath, which is even richer than the breath inside the white clothes on the so-called Holy Son's body, once released, no matter where Yin Nanxuan is, he can feel its existence through the Vermilion Bird Inscription, and with the help of its power, he just listened to the meaning of Yao Chong's words, and was not afraid of them summoning the holy envoy in the pavilion to help.

Until now, Yao Chong has never used the Heavenly Fox Transformation, nor has he used the Canglang Sword Array, if Yin Nanxuan came here, but was directly killed by Yao Chong, they would all be sinners in the Holy Pavilion who could not be redeemed.

The two old men glanced at each other, their eyes full of desolation and helplessness.

What level of Yao Chong's strength had reached, they couldn't predict it at all, they only knew that they could never be his opponent.

Then, they were left with only one last choice, the most decisive, but more than enough to give the Holy Pavilion a better explanation.

"Long Xuan, the two of us promise again in the name of the Holy Pavilion that if you are willing to make a move, my Holy Pavilion is willing to prolong your life for fifty years and do my best to help you ascend to the Immortal!"

The old man's almost frantic voice echoed across the battlefield, causing many people to look stunned.

There is only one dragon Xuan in the Zhenlong tribe, and even if someone has the surname Long, they will not take Xuan as the name, and this name has always belonged only to their priests.

But why would the Templar call their priests, and make such a condition?

Do you think that the Dragon Xuan priest will really pay attention to them?

And even if the people of the Zhenlong tribe couldn't believe it, they had to admit that with the blessing of the Dragon Xuan Priest, no one here would be Yao Chong's opponent, even if the Dragon Xuan Priest made a move, could they still help them reverse the defeat?

However, in the final analysis, there were only a few people who hoped that Priest Long Xuan would help outsiders, on the one hand, they were defeated and could not turn the tide, and on the other hand, compared to Yao Chong, they might prefer to let the old men of the two Holy Pavilion die first.

......

A distant sigh came from the Great Rim, and was clearly transmitted to the entire battlefield through the thoughts.

There was helplessness and gloom in the sigh, but more importantly, it was a kind of firmness that was difficult to understand, which made many soldiers of the Zhenlong tribe full of doubts.

Immediately afterwards, an unexpected thing suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

A soldier of the Zhenlong tribe suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and under the horrified gaze of others, the whole person exploded directly, becoming a puff of blood mist and minced meat, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

And after the explosion of the first Zhenlong tribe soldier, many soldiers were extremely panicked to find that their hearts were also constantly becoming hot, and after the hot was the sting, and after the sting of the heart, they all exploded miserably, and lost their lives forever.

In a very short period of time, hundreds of soldiers of the Zhenlong tribe died due to the explosion of blood, and the death was inexplicable and miserable.

Not only ordinary soldiers had this symptom, but many cultivators were also shocked to discover the existence of this terrifying heat that could not be suppressed with spiritual power, as if they had turned into balloons, and that heat was to ignite a fire in their bodies and detonate them directly.

The iron whip in the hand of Liang Wanghou fell to the ground suddenly, his left hand covered his chest, his face was full of disbelief, he didn't look at Chongzhao who was already oozing blood in the black armor on his body, and the resentment in his eyes fell on the big chariot he had been guarding.

Here, the members of the Zhenlong tribe were also constantly exploding, whether they were ordinary soldiers or cultivators, after the explosion, there was a ripple, long or short, as if the aura of the little dragon was converging in the direction of the two Holy Pavilion cultivators, as if a hundred rivers were converging. This method is mysterious, but in the eyes of him and the soldiers of the Zhenlong tribe, this is the most vicious betrayal.

"Why!"

He roared angrily, picked up the iron whip, and struck it head-on at the dragon priest's chariot, the moment he made a move, the heat in his body rose rapidly, incinerating his meridians and internal organs, and a mouthful of blood spurted directly from his mouth.

The whip finally fell, splitting the chariot in half, and exposing the old man sitting in it to broad daylight.

Eventually, however, the whip hit the ground with a dull and distant sound. There was no expression on the wrinkled face of the Dragon Xuan priest, and he sighed helplessly, and his deadwood-like body slowly stood up, continuing to attract the blood-red dragon-shaped totem condensed on the staff in his hand.

His voice sounded on the battlefield again, I don't know if he was telling the reason to the members of the Zhenlong tribe who were sacrificed by him, and the sticky blood mist in front of him, or simply trying to convince his heart.

"I want to live. ”

......

These five words fell on the battlefield, and everyone felt that it was ridiculous.

The Black Wind Rider stopped charging and killing, and looked at the soldiers of the Zhenlong tribe who sat down and didn't want to resist anymore, and his heart was extremely complicated. Wu Jiu lifted Liang Liang's head and straightened his scattered sideburns, thinking that this old thing was really not a thing.

The soldiers were also full of resentment, but they could only look helplessly at the sky.

Priest Ryugen wants to live.

He is indeed very old, and he is dying, and if he can have a chance to prolong his life, it would not hurt him to try.

But what does it matter to them!

In order to trade the so-called fifty-year lifespan to the Holy Pavilion, he actually made a move against his own compatriots!

"Hahaha!"

Two rampant laughs erupted one after another, and a dragon-shaped totem gradually emerged from the two Holy Pavilion elders, which was the same as the totem on the Dragon Xuan Sacrifice Judicial Staff.

Ji Xiao's angry voice sounded in the sea of Yao Chongzhi: "The old thing is really shameless!"

Ji Xiao said indignantly: "Those pseudo-dragon luck is obviously from the bloodline of these little snakes, he just magnified it and expanded it, what qualifications do you have to use your own strength to deprive it!"

She couldn't get angry at this betrayal of her companions, but soon, she was eager to warn: "Be careful!"

The two Holy Pavilion elders smirked and struck with their palms, the speed was extremely fast, and when Yao Chong had just crossed the sword, those two palms had already landed firmly on Chongming's sword.

A loud bang resounded on the battlefield, Yao Chong was directly forced back dozens of meters, and the two old men unceremoniously continued to pursue, and the two palms hit Chongming's sword together.

In the palm wind, there seem to be countless souls wailing, and there are also faintly desolate dragon groans.

Yao Chong stepped back again, a wisp of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

In the eyes of everyone, this wisp of blood is very thrilling.