Gu Shengcheng stood on top of the white ape's head.

His face was a little pale.

He thought of what the mad woman had said to herself.

"Keep your life, I'll pick it up later. ”

What does this mean?

In the next moment, the West Demon who was originally standing on the top of the ancient pillar stepped lightly on his toes, and the huge ancient pillar cracked inch by inch, and flying stones splashed out.

That crazy woman, a person who killed the Daji Mountains like this?

I'm ready to kill her!

The tide of 200,000 beasts was blocked several miles away from the Daji Mountains at the moment, forming a wall, and the mad woman wanted to survive, and she had to pass her own level.

But Gu Shengcheng never thought of it.

She actually wants to kill through the Sixteen Character Battalion, and then kill through Liangjia City, and then come back?

What a conceit is this?

It is impossible for a true immortal to go down to earth!

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Daji Mountain Range, the thunder on the top of the sky is mighty, as if there are celestial people looking up at the top of the clouds, holding thunder in their hands like holding a snake, holding the three-inch long neck, not letting the thunder light fall all over the body, but the momentum is mighty and spurring out, and it suddenly swept back like taking a breath of cold air.

The plains in front of the mountains are the best impact terrain for iron horsemen.

The Northern Wei Dynasty Iron Cavalry, except for the Qiliang Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, there is no comparable type of troops.

Especially the sixteen-figure battalion.

If the sixteen-character battalion with more than three thousand numbers was allowed to charge, the galloping momentum would be enough to rush to kill a great cultivator of the Grandmaster realm.

Forty-four thousand!!

Even if the sword master of the year, with the cultivation of the great grandmaster, and then the tens of thousands of long swords of the sword house to hedge, it is impossible to shake it head-on, and he can survive for a period of time before the sword qi is exhausted, and he will not be trampled by the iron horseman.

Today's West Demon has proved the grandmaster with a demonic attitude.

If the sixteen-character battalion is shaken, the West Demon will fight until he is exhausted, and he can kill at least five thousand.

In the Daji Mountains that year, His Royal Highness was promoted to the ninth grade, and with the two heavenly phases, coupled with infinite yuan power, he slaughtered two thousand iron armors cleanly.

It's different from today.

At that time, there were only 2,000 jia in the Daji Mountains.

If you kill one, you will lose one.

But the situation of the West Demon is different now.

Even if the West Demon can kill 5,000 armor, it will still face countless iron horse black tides after the Sixteen-character Battalion is dispatched.

Physical deterioration and lethality are incomparable.

Not to mention, there will be a much larger army of Luoyang in Liangjia City than the number of the Sixteen Character Battalion in the follow-up.

There can be no living enemy in this world.

It makes no difference if you kill 10,000 people and end up dying at your own hands.

Murder is sin, slaughter is iniquity.

It's just that at this moment, stepping on the void, with snow-white arms raised, the West Demon with an indifferent posture of a saint obviously doesn't care about this sin.

Her gaze swept over the earth.

The iron cavalry of the Sixteen Character Battalion, she almost poured out all her demonic energy before, and she only killed more than a thousand, and the hard work of the former king of Xiguan Domain is indeed worthy of all the praise of the Central Plains.

Land warfare first.

Sixteen Battalion.

It's a pity that when she raised her arms, this was undoubtedly cumbersome to the sixteen-figure battalion that would shine in any battle.

All the horses, suppressed by the great power of the Shan Hai Jing, collapsed their bodies in an instant, were cut into countless blood clots, flesh and blood flew sideways, and blood splattered continuously in a very short world between heaven and earth.

The one who created this scene was the West Demon who had the Mountains and Seas on his head at this moment.

The Classic of Mountains and Seas is the most powerful treasure of the demon clan, and there is no one.

can be compared to the only Fucanglu after the merger of Qiliang and Northern Wei.

After the death of the Great Qin Emperor, the Fucang Record was no longer complete, and the fragments were scattered somewhere, and the characters who obtained the fragments all became the overlords of the famous side at that time, and finally slowly evolved into the situation of the Eight Great Powers Iron Cavalry Conquest.

After the Eight Great Powers, in the Spring and Autumn Period, only Qi Liang and Northern Wei remained.

The holy relic that the Great Qin Emperor pinned his hopes on immortality was determined to be almost impossible to merge completely on the basis of the recent Qijiang negotiations.

Even if Qi Liang and Northern Wei had a common enemy, the Eight-Foot Mountain Demon Clan in the Western Regions.

The two emperors, their wilties, don't seem to care about the merger of Fucanglu.

Xiao Wang pulled Cao Zhixuan into the gamble.

And Cao Zhixuan ...... I don't care at all that the Northern Wei Dynasty has no complete Fucang Record, how to fight against the Western Demon's Classic of Mountains and Seas.

The sixteen-figure battalion, which had lost its horses, was no longer an iron horseman.

The iron cavalry that can no longer charge, the formation of the army is not as good as the basic infantry, and it is no longer difficult to slaughter.

It's just that the eyes of the West Demon did not stay on these armor warriors who seemed to him to be no different from those who were waiting to be killed.

Her gaze swept slightly, and fell on the body of Jiang Qingyi, who was wearing red armor and was fleeing in embarrassment towards the interior of the Daji Mountain Range at the moment.

Similar to the White Tiger's "Fetal Beads" and Xuanwu's "Eyebrow Scales", Liang Liang's "Vermilion Bird Blood" is a heavy treasure in her cultivation, but after being taken away by Jian Zongming with a finger in the big snowfield outside Thunder City, the drop of "Vermilion Bird Blood" she cultivated lost contact with herself, and her cultivation plummeted.

But she still has the Book of Mountains and Seas.

Wind white can move a page.

If the tiger is alive, it should be about the same as Fengbai.

But the West Demon is different.

No one knows what level she has reached in her use of the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

This treasure of the demon clan, throughout the ages, every owner of the Chess Palace, only after obtaining the approval of the Great Sage, is qualified to turn over the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

It is not easy to turn a page.

One page of the book is worth thousands of troops.

The West Demon took a deep breath, her spirit was a little sluggish, her raised arms, palms to the sky, if touching the zenith, not to rise again, slightly forced, it was pressed by the heaven and earth and fell, and fell on the earth with a bang.

A page of the Book of Mountains and Seas slaughtered all the horses within a radius of five miles.

This is also iniquity.

This is also sinful karma.

In the extreme distance, Xuan Shangyu, who was looking at the current battle situation in the Daji Mountain Range, could clearly see that on the top of the firmament, among the thunderclouds that he had tried his best to attract, there were countless wisps of sinful luck, so he churned along the thunderlight, broke away from the dome, and drilled into the woman's seven orifices and hundreds of points, jumping with the boiling Vermilion Bird Void Flame, which was very active.

The West Demon doesn't care about any of that.

She clearly sensed the suppression of heaven and earth, and raised her head slightly, looking at the thunderclouds above that had obviously sunk a little more.

When the thunderclouds are pressed to the lowest level and the thunder tribulation is at its fullest, it will be time for the great tribulation to come.

The West Demon smiled softly.

She just walked apathically.

Lonely and resolute.

It is said that Dongjun is the most maverick among the five demons.

Dongjun's sect is the hidden valley among the three holy places, and there is only one person in one life.

He traveled all over the world, preaching and teaching, killing and slaughtering, both of which were based on his mood, neither afraid of the Central Plains nor the Western Regions Demon Clan.

This is a lone wanderer, and he alone is a sect.

The Western Demon has a whole eight-foot mountain, a whole Western Regions!

She is the master of the Western Regions, and she is the most powerful of the five demons.

It's a pity that she is also a loner.

She walked in the forefront of no one's knowledge, and everyone could only look at her ethereal back, never knowing what she was thinking.

Killing people, killing demons, these two are all based on mood.

The West Demon, who was crushed to the ground by the rules of heaven and earth, walked forward calmly, and his qi locked Jiang Qingyi in the distance, and suddenly frowned.

Within a radius of three feet from her, one scarlet blood flower after another burst out.

The sixteen-character battalion has no iron horses under the seat, and there is still blood in the chest.

There is also a pair of steel and iron bones.

Layer after layer encloses itself.

The West Demon simply stopped moving forward, waiting for countless armor warriors to crash into their own three-zhang fire domain, go forward and follow, moths to the fire, and finally all their spirits were scattered.

This scene seems very tragic to outsiders.

This scene is very pitiful in the eyes of the West Demon.

These armor soldiers who came to die could never stop themselves, as long as they didn't want to fight hard, they could get out at any time. And the meaning of their death at this moment is to wrap wisps of invisible death luck around their bodies, becoming a straw for God to finally punish themselves and kill them.

The West Demon took a deep breath.

Her spirit was cultivating at a breakneck pace.

The red-armored man in the distance fled faster than he had imagined.

It's just a pity that it's not enough.

The tip of the West Demon's eyebrows, a flash of red, she stomped her feet heavily, and several heavily armored armor soldiers collided fiercely, smashing her mouth and nose to bleed, and the place where the woman was standing was already empty.

Hundreds of zhang away, Liang Liang's gloomy face appeared in front of Jiang Qingyi.

She hooked one hand slightly, covering Jiang Qingyi's body, and the red armor that covered the whole body of the Confucian general collapsed in an instant, and even the red clothes on her upper body were blown into countless strips of broken cloth.

The West Demon easily inserted one hand into Jiang Qingyi's chest.

Her gaze stayed on Jiang Qingyi's body.

More precisely.

Stayed at the chest of Jiang Qingyi.

That heart.

When she broke the barrier, she didn't notice that there was such a longing aura in this man's chest.

Was it specially given to him by the great master of the Northern Wei Dynasty?

She came here just for this kind of thing.

Half of a fragment of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Liang Liang's fingers grasped the heart that was beating like a war drum, layer after layer of talismans, flowing and winding in the chest of the red-armored general, wrapping her arm around it, and she couldn't relax.

She frowned.

raised his head and met Jiang Qingyi's bright and smiling expression.

The Red Armor Scholar glowed with a strange demeanor.

He felt a pain in his chest.

During the trip to Luoyang, after swallowing the drop of blood given by Xuan Shangyu, he asked the great master.

How can you kill the West Demon and avenge Ren Pingsheng.

So he knew, what the woman wanted.

The Western Demon wants half of the fragment of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

After Jiang Qingyi sought military power in Luoyang, he stayed for a long time, in order to ask His Majesty for this half of the fragment.

Then the National Teacher planted it in his heart.

The man who watched the battle from nowhere said that he had the means to suppress the Western Demon's Classic of Mountains and Seas.

At this moment, half of the floating Canglu ate Jiang Qingyi's essence and blood, sucking the fingers of the West Demon.

Take root and sprout.

Liang Liang frowned, feeling that the fingertips inserted into Jiang Qingyi's chest were a little cold, and the Mountains and Seas in his body, no matter how he urged it, he could no longer urge it in the slightest.

Jiang Qingyi suddenly laughed, and pointed to his chest with a pale face, with a hint of unscrupulousness.

"What do you want?"

His face suddenly turned hideous, his forehead was bruised, and he roared angrily word by word.

"That's!just!one!up!die!ah!"