Chapter 157

Chen Feng took these demon cultivators from afar to watch the mighty demon cultivator army sent by Lang Xiaotian to fuse with the original demon cultivator army and launch siege battles again and again.

At the same time, a dark "mirror" suddenly appeared in the sky above the Demon City. The mirror shook suddenly, and a series of black pillars of light erupted from it, and dense black fireballs were entrained in it. The mirror shook and dispersed again, and it turned into a sharp air current, heading straight for the gate and city wall of the Venerable Demon City.

In an instant, dense fireballs stormed down the incomparably strong city gates and walls, and burst open one after another. The onslaught of the line was almost all directed at the city, intending to shatter it.

For a while, the dust was everywhere, and the black and white light that came after it was densely displayed in the air flow, and the momentum was several times more powerful than the original demonic qi, causing the nearby heaven and earth demonic qi to riot.

After three breaths, the attack as if the sky was falling apart fell on the spot where the attack had just begun.

When these attacks passed, the dust and smoke cleared, and the seemingly ordinary Venerable Demon City was unscathed, standing there unharmed, as if it had not been affected in any way.

The corpses of the demon cultivators who besieged the city continued to fall, and the demon cultivators who defended the city also kept suffering casualties, as if the demon city had become a purgatory on earth, and the tragic war reaped the lives of countless demon cultivators.

The siege battle was particularly difficult, from the ordinary demon cultivators who had been invested, they were upgraded to high-level demon cultivators in turn, and then the powerful demon cultivators of the infant transformation period took the lead and joined the tragic battlefield.

Chu Zhe has experienced countless bloody battles, but compared to the previous wars, it is really a child's game. Seeing such a war, he can't help but feel angry.

Duanmu Fu was unmoved, and there was a lot of hatred for the demon in his heart. In Duanmu's mouth, he had heard a lot about the past when his tribesmen were slaughtered by demons. It is his wish to destroy these hateful things, and this time he is out of the Valley of Sin, and he also shoulders the mission of avenging the tragic death of the Shi people.

Attacking the city gate of the devil, the demon soldiers fall down the mountain, roaring through the mountains and forests, and the demon blood cleans the wilderness, and moves forward;

There was no need for Lang Yi to arrange it again, these ferocious demon cultivators immediately automatically formed a battle group one by one, and rushed towards the high city wall on the opposite side one after another.

Wan Yan Song was no longer able to sit upright in the Demon Palace, leading the twenty-three remaining Infant Transformation Stage powerful demon cultivators to supervise the battle to defend the city.

But if the other party has an infant transformation period powerful demon cultivator to attack the city, there will be a demon cultivator of the same level to fight.

The two sides fought fiercely, and at this moment, Lang Yi sent out four infant transformation stage powerful demon cultivators, and headed towards the city gate that had been bombarded by countless demon cultivators.

This huge city gate has been bombarded by countless demon cultivators with their lives, and the appearance of this crack has caused these four demon cultivators to fight.

The noisy magic is earth-shattering, and the majestic power directly hits the mountain gate. No matter how many arrows rain down, and many boulders hit their heads, these four demon cultivators were still not afraid.

In a moment, "Boom!" The city gates opened.

Lang Yi's army instantly overflowed, and after the Infant Transformation Stage Powerful Demon Cultivator, he attacked the Demon City.

"Kill! Leave no one behind. Lang Yi's eyes were shining, and he shouted to his subordinates. At the same time, he glanced at more than two hundred powerful cultivators of the infant transformation stage, "Seniors, Wan Yansong still has to rely on you to slaughter him." ”

"Roger!"

"How difficult!"

......

The powerful demon cultivators said one after another, each cast a spell, sacrificed the magic sword in his hand, the magic knife and other magic soldiers, turned into pieces of demon mangs to cover his body, and immediately attacked the air.

"Okay, let me wait to learn how the cultivation of the No. 1 Mad Demon in the Flood Domain is excellent, and I will definitely let him die under the sword of the old demon!" Lang Zhongcang shouted, and together with Lang Zhongyue, he killed towards the distant stone street where Wan Yan Song was.

At the same time, the rest of the powerful demon cultivators naturally knew that now Wanyan Song's cultivation was extremely high, and Lang Zhongcang and Lang Zhongyue could be rivals, so they also showed their magic weapons and magic treasures one after another, and killed Wanyan Song.

I saw that the lights were everywhere in the Demon City, and the demon roared and roared, encircling the void. The two hundred powerful demon cultivators moved in unison, and when they blocked the life-seeking attack for their own demon cultivators, they all surrounded Wan Yan Song.

Lang Zhongcang's Demon Soldier is known as the "Thousand Demon Slash", which is a heavenly soldier divine sword that drinks countless blood. It is said that it was abandoned by the fairy court in the ancient land, full of the atmosphere of immortals and demons, extremely strong, and very supernatural. If the sword body is alive, it is as if it is alive, and the sword pill automatically locks Yan Song's body. If Yan Song is not careful, he will fall into the posture of a place of no return.

Lang Zhongyue is the high priest of Heavenly Demon City, and his cultivation is naturally extraordinary.

The power of the demons' attack was extraordinary, but when he saw it, the Gang Ba Qi was torn apart, and the terrifying attack building collapsed, and Wan Yan Song's body protection demonic qi was instantly agitated, forcing Wan Yan Song to dodge everywhere.

The only twenty-three of their own powerful demon cultivators had been forced into the battle group, and they were struggling to defuse the desperate attack.

And after saying that, Yan Song also took it seriously, looking at the flood domain, the demon cultivator who can make so many powerful demon cultivators in the infant transformation period shoot at the same time and be invincible should not be the left, and he can do this, and it is self-evident that Yan Song's cultivation is self-evident.

Wanyan Song Demon jumped high and attacked, and with a seemingly random blow, he asked for the life of a powerful demon cultivator. At this moment, one demon shadow after another was stirred, killing the powerful demon cultivator who surrounded and killed him.

Lang Zhongcang didn't care about his fierceness, he waved the black magic sword in his right hand, and suddenly the black mangs were released, and he jumped forward violently, and the speed of pinching suddenly skyrocketed, and a stream of magic water came out of thin air.

"Water is desolate in the past!" As Lang Zhongcang's voice came out, those demonic waters formed pillars in mid-air, and they were crazy and dense all around. The black water floated down, like a hand splashing the sea, and in the blink of an eye, there were hundreds of zhang of water intertwined with each other, forming a big magic net, rushing forward to Wan Yan Song, and directly buckled it in the net.

"Close!" Lang Zhongcang groaned, and in an instant, the large net formed by the condensation of those demon waters directly contracted, and a destructive force erupted, instantly, wanting to divide the demon shadow.

Wan Yansong's face changed, and he shook again in a cold snort.

"The Devil's Sea is here!"

Under this tremble, all of a sudden, the demonic flames all over his body were monstrous, and a round of black balls was instantly condensed, and this ball grew hundreds of zhang in size in the blink of an eye, emitting an endless and violent frenzied air current, and even the surrounding nothingness seemed to be steamed by it. Then he waved his claws, flew out in an instant, and went straight to Lang Zhongcang.

All of a sudden, the three of them were evenly matched, and when they looked at the powerful demon cultivators around them, their hearts were shaken, especially Lang Zhongyue and Lang Zhongcang, the two powerful demon cultivators of the wolf howling fathers, set off a big wave in their hearts.

They didn't expect that there would be such a demon who could be equal with the two demons of their own clan. Lang Zhongcang knew that Lang Zhongyue's cultivation was very rare, and few demon cultivators could have the power to harmonize with him. They were all already the top existences of the Wolf Howling Heaven Zenith Order Powerful Demon Cultivator, and they had reached the level of the Great Perfection in the late stage of the Infant Transformation. It is only a layer of window paper from the ascension. This Yan Song's cultivation greatly surprised him and completely subverted his cognition.

Wan Yan Song became more and more brave and roared "Demon Flame Boiling Sea", killing extremely quickly, like a demonic qi cleansing the sky, and in an instant, from Wan Yan Song's demon body, a puff of demon flame suddenly flew out. Its heat wave was pressing, and even the stratus clouds that appeared around it were evaporated, all the way straight to Lang Zhongyue, and the speed was approaching in an instant.

At the same time, Wan Yan Song was overflowing with demonic energy, and the whole person was in mid-air, like a demon god, with a monstrous momentum, and a round of pitch-black "Demon Sun" appeared, with a strong killing intent and a coercion that made people's hearts tremble, and suddenly approached Lang Zhongcang.

"People surnamed Lang, give me !! to die"

This Fang Lang Zhongyue looked up to the sky and roared, and at the moment when the demon flame was approaching, his eyes shrank suddenly, this Yan Song's cultivation was extremely good, making Lang Zhongyue feel a trace of threat At the same time, it also inspired his madness.

With a swing of the demon body, pieces of Lin armor covered the body, blocking the raging demon flames in close proximity.

Over there, "Which one is afraid of you?" Lang Zhongcang replied flatly. At the same time, when his right hand pinched the trick, the power of cultivation in his body exploded to the extreme of cultivation, and infinite demonic qi burst out from his body, and in the blink of an eye, these demonic qi condensed into a blood-colored magic sword. The sword was held in his hand, and after he grabbed it, he suddenly slashed towards the coming black sun.

In addition, he used the demon magic method to stimulate a drop of his own Yuan Demon essence from his own sea of consciousness, and after fusing with the demonic qi, it turned into a fist-sized blood ball, which flew out instantly with the magic sword.

As soon as this blood sword square appeared, it immediately shocked the hearts of all the demon cultivators around him, and there was a strong and indescribable sense of crisis, which suddenly grew from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, there was an exclamation.

At the same time that the surrounding demon cultivators screamed in surprise, Lang Zhongyue's blood-colored demon sword directly collided with Wan Yan Song's shadow under a monstrous roar.

At the moment when the sound of the brazen slash shook all directions, the blood sword also went towards Wan Yan Song, and for a while, where the two fought, the sky and the earth changed, and the wind and clouds rolled upside down.

The blood was shining, even the demon cultivators on the battlefield who were far away had seen this scene, and many demon cultivators were shocked in their hearts, and their eyes shrank slightly!

A great impact, centered on the three of them, rumbled and spread out in all directions. Lang Zhongyue took a few steps back, and in mid-air, Wan Yan Song, a seamless demonic qi rolled out of his body, and at this moment, there was also a roar, and several cracks appeared, and they retreated like the same.

The fierce battle between the two sides and the three of them was inferior, making it impossible for other powerful demon cultivators to enter. One demon fights two evils, and he is still at a disadvantage.

I saw that Yan Song's whole person was shuttled under the group attack of many powerful demon cultivators, although the situation was passive and abnormal, but his body method was still like flowing water, and the whole action was done in one go, and he would not be defeated for a while.

"Lang Xiaotian, do you think that by sending out a powerful demon cultivator at the bottom of the box, you can take the life of the head of your clan?"

At the moment when Yan Yan was relieved, the surging demonic energy in his body suddenly dispersed, and all the Yuan Force immediately collapsed in the space where he was standing. Those demon snakes let out a terrible roar, like spirituality, and quickly drilled into Wan Yan Song's body.

Its demon body, which can be seen by the naked eye, also withered in the blink of an eye, revealing a hideous demon face, and even demon blood dripping, which makes people look shocking.

Lang Zhongcang seemed to have predicted, and as soon as he took a step, his whole body was suspended in the void with a flash of brilliance. Behind him, the three-color brilliance surged, and he walked towards the place where Wanyan Song was. His steps were elegant and calm, like a fairy and demon, one step at a time. One step must be the soul, and every step is a lotus. With every step, a beam of light flew out from under Lang Zhongcang's feet and went straight to Wan Yan Song.

Wan Yan Song's gaze swept down, and he saw Lang Zhongcang and the others besieging and killing his powerful demon cultivators, not afraid at all, and he danced his claws to deal with the sword intent and the spell they performed in turn.

Lang Zhongyue was surprised in his heart, what kind of cultivation this was. He is already at the late stage of infant transformation, and within a thousand years, his cultivation can fly to the immortal realm. How could Wan Yan Song be several times more advanced than his own cultivation.

Lang Zhongyue was puzzled in his mind, but he didn't stop dancing in his hands. During the dance, the demonic energy around him puffed out, and the sword intent light that Lang Zhongcang stepped out fiercely converged together, killing Wan Yan Song. Suddenly, a sonorous sound sounded that shook the eardrums.

At this time, Wan Yan Song kept spraying demonic qi, and a thick layer of black scale armor covered the outside of the demon's body.

Lang Zhongcang's cultivation power is not something that these demon cultivators can imagine, he is also the first person in a force, and he already has the cultivation level of the late stage of infantile transformation. But even so, he still has a certain gap with Wan Yansong.

Wanyan Song's cultivation is really imaginary, and it has reached the level of the Great Perfection in the late stage of the infant transformation, and it is the existence of the peak of the demon monks, and it is also equivalent to the peak of the cultivation of the monks of the human world, and it already belongs to the highest cultivation realm of the monks of all races in the human world. Lang Zhongcang, Lang Zhongyue, and all the powerful demon cultivators with common sense attacked them in groups, in order to consume Yan Song's ferocious magic power, and when his cultivation power was affected by magic power and could not reach the peak level, they could finish Yan Song's life.

As a result, the demonic flame of the tyrant and the subtle blue light overlapped and collided with each other in mid-air, and the huge spiritual power impact was stirred everywhere.

From time to time, there were several stout cyan pillars of light, which could directly penetrate the demonic cloud, shoot out from it, and shoot out in all directions.

Every time the clear color light saber came to Wan Yan Song's body, the surface of Wan Yan Song's demon body immediately lit up with a burst of black light, and a spherical black light shield appeared out of thin air, wrapping Wan Yan Song in it, blocking the clear color light pillar outside.

There was a loud "boom", and another black flying sword roared.

It slammed into the black spherical light mask on the periphery, and suddenly exploded, but it failed to hurt Yan Song in the slightest. But it has already consumed a certain amount of Yan Song's magic power.

For a while, the demonic energy in the field was rolling, there were bursts of light, and the sound of roaring was endless. Wan Yan Song and Lang Zhongcang were still fighting there intact.

At this time, more than a dozen demonic light sword mist and sword qi flowed horizontally, and the overwhelming magic energy came out majestically, covering the sky and the sun, and hitting the black wall of demonic flames. Everywhere he passed, he was shaken and fluctuated for several miles, drawing black spatial cracks.

A violent explosion sounded! The two torrents collided violently, intertwined, and burst into bursts.