Blood sacrifice to the original god and transformation into form with blood is not a secret technique of the demon race, but a secret technique of sound and rhythm!

If you want to hurt someone, you must be sad first!

But this blood sacrifice to the original god and the transformation of blood into form are the swan song of the musician and the elegy of the end!

With the flesh and blood of the immortals, splashing on the imaginary sound soldiers, after every divine thought and immortal blood is attached, every sound soldier can be made from virtual to real, into real form, and burst out with truly terrifying combat power!

This form is not sustainable, it is only for an hour!

An hour later, not only did the thousands of sound soldiers turn into nothingness, but the immortals who sacrificed to the primordial gods in blood were also wiped out and did not exist at all!

The disciples of the sect could have died in battle, but they took refuge in the Heavenly God Pillar, and the Yuan Shen could not be destroyed, if the form and spirit were destroyed, there would be no afterlife, such a brave man, if he was not a person who decided to die, who would dare to do it?

"Blood sacrifice to the original god, turn into nothingness, my body is destroyed, and its will lasts forever!"

One by one, the demon immortals had awe-inspiring faces, and jumped on the blood drum one after another, playing a desperate note with flesh and blood and primordial spirits, stepping on it with their feet and beating their fists and arms, and the heavy drum sounded, and the blood light flew up from the big drum, and instantly disappeared into the body of the blood red soldier!

Every time the blood light divine thought falls, the blood red soldier will be a real figure, and thousands of blood light will fall with a bang, and the blood red soldier will gradually condense into substance from nothing!

More than a hundred demon immortals continued to dance, constantly consuming their own flesh and blood, starting from the feet, inch by inch, but in an instant, a physical body turned into a blood rain and flew into the void, and then the primordial god suddenly turned into ten thousand golden lights, and went straight to the body of the blood red soldier!

The demon fairy is extinguished, and the drum beats are cut off!

Transform into blood and awaken the blood army!

This tragic vision can see the faces of the immortals watching the battle change greatly, the bravery of the demon race, it is really terrifying, once this blood sacrifice primordial god is used, there is no chance to be reincarnated, and even the scum of the divine soul is not left!

In this process of transforming into blood, it seems that you have to endure the pain of thousands of knives and the tears of the original spirit, and those who are not as hard as iron and stone cannot use it!

In the midst of the sighs of the immortals, Mo Xian smiled sadly on her beautiful face, stared at the direction of the formation, bowed long, and said in a low voice: "Emperor, Mo Xian said goodbye to ......."

Following the drum, the most outstanding musical genius of the demon clan played the final lamentation!

Airplanes......!!!

A sound of the piano that resounded for nine days suddenly started, and the graceful body of Mo Xian burst into the wind, and then a black light primordial god bloomed with ten thousand points of starlight, and thousands of qin notes carried a large piece of golden blood and divine thoughts sprinkled into the blood red army that had become most of the body!

The unguided hundreds of thousands of blood-red soldiers will be like the demons of the underworld being awakened in an instant, exuding a terrifying and terrifying momentum!

Rows of bloody Red Army soldiers stepped forward, facing the Daozi Banner, slashing the past like chopping waves!

At this time, the Blood Red Army is no longer a sound of nothingness, but a real flesh-and-blood general!

With the real against the virtual, invincible, the Daozi Banner immortal soldiers are like rotten wood and rotten bamboo, but after three moments, 100,000 immortal soldiers were slaughtered as if they were devastated!

Win with one drum, and its momentum is not diminishing!

Horizontal swords, slash the enemy's head!

The terrifying and hideous, blood-covered Blood Red Army rushed towards Yuge, and the terrifying bloody sword exuded a heavy bloody aura, which made Yuge's face change greatly!

Mo Xian made such a ruthless move, in fact, she can also do not hesitate to destroy the form and gods, and use the method of blood sacrifice to make the heart flag turn into a real soldier, however, the immortal road is difficult to do, how easy is it to cultivate? Such a fierce method is to become a real nothingness!

Who would be so desperate unless it was absolutely necessary?

The remaining two hundred or so Dao Immortals were also frightened and cowered, and it was impossible to make them fight like demon immortals!

Yu Ge sighed, knowing that he had no such blood bravery, so he just shouted hurriedly: "Retreat!"

The 100,000 blood Red Army roared and pounced, and the 100,000 soldiers formed by the Heart Banner instantly greeted it, but Yu Ge took more than 200 Sanqing disciples and flew back like a lost dog!

100,000 blood soldiers, like mountains and seas, and waves that poured into the sky, dyed the endless void into a blood-red color!

The 100,000 blood Red Army surrounded 100,000 immortal soldiers, the butcher knife was like a forest, and the slaughter was like a cow and sheep, but it was killed in an instant, and more than 200 Sanqing Dao immortals did not all escape, and the dozens of immortals who fell behind and paused slightly were entangled by endless blood soldiers, and they couldn't get rid of it, and they fell into a heavy encirclement for a while.

The Jade Song Fairy didn't even have the courage to turn around and look at it, and in despair, she only cared about returning to her main camp in a hurry......

100,000 immortal soldiers, annihilation!

Dozens of immortals, extinguish!

After the battle, the remaining 70,000 blood soldiers stood in the void of thousands of miles, looking up to the sky and roaring, its momentum was terrifying, enough to make Da Luo Jinxian also change color!

This terrifying blood army is determined to die, it is true that it cannot be contested, but there are living creatures in the void, and it will never escape the killing of the blood army!

However, the blood army that flaunts its might and dominates the world cannot last!

An hour later, 70,000 blood soldiers howled and exploded into a rain of blood, falling one after another, and a little blood rain was like a final elegy, mourning the eight hundred demon immortals who died tragically in this battle!

As soon as the blood army is wiped out, the sound of the piano is sudden!

In the end, the battle of music and rhythm was won by the demons at a great price!

In the sky, there was no trace of the sound soldiers and immortals, and the bloody battle of the Eight Desolation Formations had also become the swan song of the ages......

"Hammer string...... My sister ......"

Moro stood in the middle of the sect formation, his fists clenched, his face extremely painful, his handsome face was already hideously distorted!

After the big victory, he didn't have half a joy in his heart at all, and at this time he wanted to shed tears, but in fact there were no tears to shed!

Because his tears have long been drained in the thousand-year-old battle between humans and demons......

Who could have known that the leader of the eight hundred demon immortals who died in battle was actually the sister of Moro and the princess of the demon race?

Mo Xian is delicate and cute, innocent and lively, not only proficient in music, but also kind-hearted, the princess of the past is not even an ant to step on the weak little girl!

Since hundreds of millions of people died in front of her, Mo Xian has already had the will to take revenge, and today she is not in front of the battle and defeats the enemy, why not her wish?

'Even if I am guilty of cultivating demons, what is the sin of the people?'

'Heaven is unfair, I don't accept !!'

'If one day, I will ask the heavens, why do you treat my demons like this!'

Mo Xian's stirring and flying words of resentment vaguely sounded in Moro's ears, in the past year, in the sea of corpses and blood, looking at the corpses of hundreds of millions of people all over the field, the innocent Mo Xian has long been dried up tears, a pure heart has long been shattered, and all that remains is the unspeakable, can't eliminate the resentment!

If the body does not die and the resentment does not disappear, isn't today the best place to go?

"Mo Xian is brave and immortal, I don't have to be sad, I will let the children of Sanqing be martyred for Mo Xian!"

Tongtian Taoist sighed, his heart is also a murderous life, his life is very short, adhering to the wind of Taishang Tongtian, but also not allowing others to bully the disciples, at this time to see Mo Xian win at such a price, but also make him hate Sanqing in his heart!

Moro is also a male master, and his sad thoughts are collected in a flash, and he bows his hand and thanks: "Thank you to the sect leader, but I have a drive, and I will never dare to resign!"

Today's demon race, and the sect of the sect of glory and loss, if the sect wins, the blood feud can naturally be avenged, if the sect is defeated, under the nest, how can there be eggs?

Tongtian Daoist nodded, and before flying into the enemy formation, he raised his voice and laughed: "I have heard for a long time that the disciples of Sanqing are extremely fast, and when I see them today, I will be in vain!

The blood army is mighty, and the sky is fierce, and this laughter is like a steel knife, going straight into the hearts of the disciples of the two sects!

The disciples of the two sects had just seen the terrifying power of the 100,000 Blood Red Army in the air, and Yuge's escape without a fight made their morale even more depressed.

Although Yang God Guangcheng cherishes his subordinates very much, he can't help but look unhappy at this time, and coldly glances at the frightened Jade Song Fairy!

There are more than 1,000 disciples in the Daoyin Nine Songs, and it is only a tenth of them who can come back, and they are just returning before they die in battle, and now they are fleeing without a fight, which makes the morale of the two sects low and depressed, which is really a big loss of face for the three Qing sect masters!

From now on, the eight words of fear of war, greed for life and fear of death will be firmly imprinted on the disciples of Sanqing, and they will never disappear again!

Isn't it true that people in the teachings also show mockery and disdain, and have a great sense of contempt and contempt?

Dao Xing Tianzun saw that the Tongtian Dao people were aggressive, and couldn't help but stand out in awe, and said in a deep voice: "Tongtian Daoist, this time the three Qing have been defeated, but my two sects have a wide range of talents, how can they be discouraged by a temporary victory or defeat?

Daoxing Tianzun's mouth said that the "three Qings are defeated" is not the defeat of the teaching, that is, the three Qingjiao have no face to see people, but the interpretation of the religion is not greedy for life and afraid of death, although it means to ridicule the three Qings, but in this common confrontation against the enemy, it also leaves a chance for the three Qingjiao to relax!

The big battle has lost for a while, and at this time, the single person can challenge the number of times, and if he can win the game, it can also greatly increase the momentum of the teaching!

Tongtian Dao people secretly praised in their hearts that it was really unusual to be able to become the master of a sect, he smiled proudly, and said very fiercely: "Okay! As long as you are of the same rank, you and I can both come out to challenge the enemy and never die, so that it is a great good!"

The two sect masters agreed, after each returned to the main formation, a black-robed true immortal with a giant sword immediately flew out of the group of immortals of the sect exposition, he stared at the sect interception formation with a pair of fine eyes, and shouted: "The poor Taoist sect expounds the wind and snow mountains and the mountains are huge, I don't know if the king of the sect is here?"

A hideous crab fairy flew out of the Kunlun Sect formation, he smiled fiercely, and said, "What are you calling the master for?"

Seeing the real person appearing, Juheng's eyes were cold and murderous, and he said in a cruel voice: "King Tonghe, you beheaded the three disciples of my sect on the Zhibei Continent, devoured their flesh and blood, and refined the primordial spirit, can there be such a thing?"

The King of Tonghe conjured up two green cold lights with a pair of natal crab claws, and sneered: "It turns out that you are the three masters who shamelessly slaughtered civilians and thieves, and I was looking for you!"