Mu Hua has experienced a hundred battles, and he can see through Bai Wuxi's purpose at a glance, this person wants to show his skills in front of everyone and try to make up for his bad deeds of losing Nancheng due to poor command in this battle, so he will not follow his wishes!

Holding a war knife in his hand, blood flowed everywhere he passed, Mu Hua's moves opened and closed, and he rushed to the front with the unstoppable momentum of a thousand troops. Countless demon soldiers behind him rushed madly with red eyes, and the continuous victories boosted the morale of the demon army, even in the face of divine reinforcements, they were not at all behind. Of course, more importantly, they have their own invincible generals to open the way, compared to the half-demon Mei who has taken a back seat, although Mu Hua is a rising star, but he is extremely talented, in the face of large and small battles, he has strategized, led the demon army to fight all the way, and even directly attacked the Nantian Temple of the god realm, this is the first time that the demon army has stepped into the territory of the god realm after the god and demon war.

If this battle can be won and the Nantian is successfully captured, it will be enough to be ashamed of the demon world!

The so-called mourning soldiers will win, and the demon army is exactly like this.

Mu Hua's sword skills on the battlefield were fierce, and he rushed straight into the army of divine generals like killing gods, and actually tore a hole in the entire demon army with the power of one person. When he rushed to kill, he was blocked by Bai Wuxian several times, he just understated a few moves with him, and after forcing Bai Wuxian to retreat, he sneered and left, and continued to move forward according to his own deployment, countless blood splashed everywhere he passed, stumps and broken arms fell everywhere, and the entire temple was like a battlefield in Shura, and the brutal and bloody scene was disgusting.

The killing methods of the demon soldiers are simply all-encompassing, and the bloodthirsty nature in their bones makes them a killing move, and a demon soldier who has been killed more flock to it. Such an undying life-fighting offensive made the army of the God Realm retreat again and again, and Mu Hua took the opportunity to speed up the offensive, and it only took less than a stick of incense to split the white traceless army into two parts from the middle, and the demon army went up directly to besiege and kill, and the advantage became more and more obvious.

Seeing this, Bai Wuxian gradually turned red. If this continues, even the reinforcements brought by the Divine Venerable will be strangled and exhausted, and the Nantian Temple will be in danger.

"Ahh

Sitting back and waiting for death is not a way, the more disadvantaged you are, the more you have to take the initiative to attack, as long as you kill Mu Hua, the marshal, the demon army will definitely mess up, and they will soon be able to turn back the situation.

Mu Hua cut off the divine general's waist with a knife, and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Bai Wuxian who rushed over, and squinted slightly. This waste still wants to be sent to death, so don't blame him for not showing him mercy in front of all the soldiers.

Throwing off the blood on the blade with his backhand, Mu Hua's eyes flashed, the long knife was horizontal in front of his chest, and he blocked Bai Wuxi's attack with a bang, and only took half a step back to stabilize his figure.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, he was too lazy to speak, and directly condensed the internal force into the blade, shaking Bai Wuxian out in mid-air.

"Do you want to die?

After closing his words, Mu Hua, who was dressed in a black battle robe, burst out with an unbelievable ferocious aura, and the black demonic qi emanated from his whole body, which was extremely terrifying.

Bai Wuji, who fell to the ground again and again, raised his eyes and saw this scene, and his heart was shocked. This Mu Hua only had more than two thousand years of cultivation, and the mana he displayed at this time was far beyond his age. As far as he knew, such a power was second only to the Eight Great Generals, and I was afraid that only the Half-Demon Plum could restrain him.

Bai Wuxian is well aware of the difference in strength between the two, but no matter how slim the hope is, he must fight to the death, and he must not accept his fate and wait for death!

With a swing of the long knife, with the mentality of seeing death as home, Bai Wuxian simply risked his life to fight, not hoping to kill him, but to seriously injure him and bring back Yicheng for the reinforcements.

"Kill!"

In the round mirror, Bai Wuxian soared into the air violently, and the long knife was raised above his head and swept towards the demon marshal with a lightning bolt of golden light. The corners of the cold lotus demon's eyes were slightly raised, and the hand stirring the ointment paused, and then showed a light smile. He naturally knows Bai Wuji's ability, this person is not the cold and arrogant gentleman he looks like on the surface, he still has some blood in his bones, but for hundreds of years, the god world has dominated one side, the demon world is chaotic, and the world is full of wars, and a peaceful and peaceful life allows him to stay in the temple and enjoy the blessings, so that the blood in his heart gradually extinguishes.

Now it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, which has aroused the blood of this general, and the lost Nancheng can be recovered sooner or later.

Place the mixed ointment next to the bed and gently uncover the child's single clothes, revealing a large burned body. Before changing the dressing, he had wiped his body with clean water, and at this time, the wound was still red and swollen, oozing a faint bead of blood. The wooden spoon that made the ointment was not soft enough, and it would hurt to rub it on the wound, so the cold lotus demon dipped his fingers in the dark green ointment to help him apply it. The warm fingertips gently stroked the wrinkled skin, looked at the child's little face with his eyes closed and silently endured the pain, and said lightly: "This ointment has a miraculous effect on burns, and it won't hurt for another three days." ”

"Well......" The boy nodded slightly in a daze, the severe pain in his body made him almost unconscious, but he didn't want to worry his big brother, so he bit the tip of his tongue and barely listened to him.

The Cold Lotus Demon could naturally see that he was holding back, and the wound on his face was bleeding from the twitching of his muscles. Stained him with a soft cotton cloth and applied a cool ointment, looking at his still frowning brow, he couldn't help but sigh softly. Even if you have to endure such pain, you have to live, and it is really distressing for such a strong child.

"If you're sleepy, you don't have to be with me. ”

With a faint sigh, the cold lotus demon unhurriedly helped him turn over, and used the last bit of ointment to thickly apply the wound on his back. The gentle movement still touched his broken bones, and the boy couldn't help but exhale in pain, and immediately endured it.

Quickly finished applying the medicine, helped him lie flat on the bamboo couch, carefully wrapped him in single clothes, and covered him with a thin quilt, Leng Lian Demon packed up the medicine bowl and brought it back to the kitchen, and there was a small box on the table, which contained the half-finished mask that he had carved half-sculpted.

The Nantian Temple was in full swing, but he slowly cleaned up the kitchen, looked at the gloomy sky outside as if it would rain at any time, wiped his hands and went back to the house to close the window. Before leaving, he hesitated, then poured a bowl of clean water and put it next to the child's bed, in case he came back late and he woke up thirsty, he could get the water bowl and take a few sips on his side.

Gently closing the door, the figure of the cold lotus demon gradually disappeared into the courtyard.

The corpses of the Nantian Temple were all over the field, the blood flowed like a river, and countless stumps and broken arms were piled up into a hill. Bai Wuxian was half-kneeling on the ground covered in blood, the long knife in his hand was slammed into the ground, looking at the god general who was only less than a third left, there was a bitterness in his heart, the general trend had gone, he was defeated after all.

And Mu Hua was not happy, the Xuantie robe on his body was cut a few times by the white traceless knife, and he himself spit out a lot of blood, but he was still able to straighten his body steadily, and his big hand held the handle of the knife.

"Fight again!"

The long knife shook, and Mu Hua walked towards Bai Wuxian step by step.

At this time, the soldiers on both sides who had been fighting for a long time were also miserable, and even the momentum of the offensive was much weaker.

Just when Mu Hua pressed the blade of the knife against Bai Wuji's neck, a white light flashed, directly slashing him out with the knife, falling into the air fiercely, and falling heavily on the ground not far away, spurting out four or five bruises under the tumbling of qi and blood.

A distant and majestic voice seemed to fall from the sky, enveloping everyone, "Those who touch my divine realm will be killed."

As soon as these words came out, Mu Hua was suddenly shocked, he naturally knew this voice, who else could have such a powerful mana that could make people tremble so easily?

The white-clothed Cold Lotus Demon slowly walked in from the door, and he didn't see any movement at all, just stepped in step by step, and the demon soldiers who rushed towards him were shocked by the extremely strong divine power, and they didn't even have a chance to struggle. Mu Hua gritted his teeth and slowly stood up, gathering all forces to imprison the demon who had lost his lover, so that the entire demon world fell into chaos and strife for hundreds of years, and countless demons were displaced and fled under the suppression of the god realm.

All the calamities are the evil results planted by the people in front of them, and the demon world has a deep enmity with his blood sea!

The appearance of the Cold Lotus Demon shocked everyone, and for a while, all the chaotic fights in the main hall stopped, and even Bai Wuji, who was beaten to the point that he only had half a life left, looked at the god who walked in disbelief.

"Listen to the demon army, immediately withdraw from the temple, and if you dare to step into the divine realm for half a step, you will die!"

The majestic and cold voice and the powerful strength that wiped out a hundred or so demon soldiers in the blink of an eye made people dare not question his words at all, and the god venerable will do what he says, and no one will be allowed to question it at all.

Mu Hua knew very well that a cold lotus demon was enough to withstand thousands of troops, but they had already fought hard to get here, and victory was just around the corner, it was really difficult for him to retreat, and the soldiers would not give in.

Gritting his teeth and not responding, Mu Hua's mind was racing rapidly, and it was difficult to decide whether to withdraw or die.

Leng Lian Demon Phoenix's eyes were slightly raised, and seeing that the demon army did not move, he snorted coldly, and a group of little minions dared to show their teeth and claws in front of him, not knowing whether they were alive or dead!

Raising his hand and pushing out a palm, the powerful mana instantly swept through the entire temple, and a group of demon soldiers were overturned in horror and wail, and even Mu Hua could only do his best to retreat more than a dozen steps before he leaned against the pillars of the main hall to stabilize his footing. The Cold Lotus Demon was present, no matter how many of them were, they had no chance of winning, anyway, this time the vitality of the Divine Army was greatly damaged, and this battle was not in vain, so it was the best policy to retreat and preserve their strength.

"Withdraw your troops!"

Mu Hua angrily ordered, almost, almost the Nantian Temple could be taken, so it was a pity.

And the half-demon Mei who was far away on the border also sighed regretfully when she saw this: "If the Cold Lotus Demon is half a step late, Bai Wuxian will definitely die, and the Nantian Temple will be completely taken by Mu Hua, and he will turn the tide at this time, completely disrupting Mu Hua's plan, and his morale will definitely be frustrated." ”

Dugu Che, who had already packed his luggage, looked at the scene on the Nantian Temple in front of him, and there was an indistinct undercurrent flowing in his eyes.