I saw that billowing green smoke suddenly rose from the cave, and thousands of ghost-faced fanged and black-armored Netherworld Demon Soldiers held bows and crossbows, drilling out of the hole, and the arrows in the sky were like poisonous insects covering the sky and the earth, spilling towards the crowd of the Divine Monkey Camp.

The murderous aura between heaven and earth is dim.

This was originally a war of great disparity, but all kinds of accidents in the world were very helpless, and more than 10,000 tribal elite soldiers were being slaughtered by thousands of demons.

Deng Xunkong led 3,000 soldiers and horses to dare to surround Xuanling, without a little strength absolutely not, and Panlong Mountain is only 500 miles away from here, once the forward troops encounter the resistance of the tribe, they can send cavalry to join the camp at any time.

The range of the strong crossbow arrow is extremely long, the soldiers of the Shenshu battalion were shot in the dense rain of arrows, killing and wounding more than 1,000 people in an instant, the horn of the rear camp whined and roared, and the Beyod people were in chaos, and retreated to the canyon in panic.

Boom!

A cannon rang out!

The war horses around Thunder God Mountain neighed, and the rows of netherworld demon riders in iron armor and shawls moved neatly and well-trained, and the finished glyphs surrounded the Grand Canyon mightily, blocking the retreat of the frightened tribal elite soldiers, and the water was impassable.

Unexpectedly, the Nether Demon Soldiers had already taken precautions, lying in ambush in the Yellow Sand Cave, just waiting for the enemy to rush over, and the formation of the combined cavalry wiped out the Shenshu camp.

As the saying goes, soldiers are not tired of deceit, and only a real 10,000-strong enemy can turn danger into disaster.

The Divine Camp has experienced a hundred battles, and at this time, in the face of the sudden encirclement of the demons, it gradually calmed down under fear.

Since there is nowhere to go and no way to retreat, it is better to start a desperate struggle with the demon army and die with the enemy!

"Brothers, hold on to your weapons and fight them!"

"Die on the battlefield, no regrets!"

"The stars shine brightly!"

The tribal warriors raised their arms and shouted in unison, and the sound of blood boiling shook the heavens and the earth.

In this war between the tribe and the demons, who is the prey? Who is the hunter?

Gu Qing clenched his iron fist and clenched his teeth, he only had one belief in his heart, and if he didn't stick to the last moment, no one could have predicted the ending!

When Lao Tzu sees through life and death, all the demons and monsters return to heaven!

Gu Qing roared wildly, repelled several demon warriors around him, and the infinite sword qi shot directly at Deng Xunkong! As long as he killed the commander among the ten thousand armies, the demon clan dragons would be leaderless and would definitely collapse.

Deng Lukong knew the power of the Beihai Iron Fist, and he didn't dare to be careless, and the palm wind flew in the cuffs, bypassing the finger power and the iron fist, only defending and not attacking.

In terms of cultivation and actual combat experience, he is much stronger than Gu Qing, and the only way to deal with Gu Qing's iron fist that is strong and brave is to consume the opponent's true qi.

But it seems that Deng Luokong has always lacked patience, and sometimes it is very fatal to underestimate the enemy.

The true qi spiritual power of the Flying Sky Rank was quite fierce, and the palm wind was overwhelming, shaking Gu Qing's chest and stuffy, and his sternum was broken by Wu Zhong, although it was not a big problem, but the intense physical exertion would cause a faint pain when it was pulled.

Deng Xun saw the right time, and when Gu Qing was ventilating, his wrist was reversed, and a feminine suction force appeared on the cuffs, his five fingers were opened, and his body flickered gently from left to right, and suddenly slanted at Gu Qing's throat.

It's a pity that he didn't calculate that in addition to the two powerful fists that Beihai Iron Fist was born with, there was also an ancient spiritual treasure of the Holy Ring Palace.

Sou!

Deng Xunkong's feet were immediately bound by the demon rope, as if someone was pulling his legs behind him and flew out directly.

The Demon Binding Rope and Gu Qing's spiritual will are connected, as long as a thought flashes in his mind, it is when it appears.

Under the unstable center of gravity of Deng Xunkong, his five fingers were deeply inserted into the log of the Shenmu Platform, and with a click, a big hole was split, and his body fell sharply.

The skeletons on the sacred wooden platform shook violently and rolled into the hole.

Gu Qing was overjoyed, jumped up in the air, slammed his right fist high, and wanted to pounce into the cracked hole and beat Deng Xunkong fiercely, and his head just reached the mouth of the hole...... Mine!

I saw a large mouth of blood basin more than three feet wide suddenly emerge from the hole, with two rows of cold and shining fangs, clicking and biting at Gu Qing!

When Gu Qing was at the Wicked Peak, he was frightened once by the strange-shaped wind beast, and the murderous mouth in front of him seemed to be able to devour his whole person, so frightened that he grabbed the head of the rope that bound the demon rope and flipped seventeen or eighteen in mid-air.

Bang!

The Shenmu General Platform collapsed in response, raising a cloud of dust.

The blood basin mouth let out a loud roar that resounded through the sky, and a strong and surging suction force suddenly appeared, Gu Qing's body had not yet landed, and with a snort, he had been sucked into his stomach by the blood basin.

Everyone was disturbed by the sound, and when they looked closely, they saw a behemoth appear in front of the gate of the barracks, with two tentacles as thick as arms, more than a foot long, and a black and sturdy head as big as a water tank, which was extremely ugly.

The monster's body squirmed lazily, and dozens of pairs of bamboo-like limbs and feet slashed in the air, as if wielding an extremely sharp scythe, and its appearance was ugly and weird, and it was creepy.

"Nether centipede?"

Jiang Chunyu was shocked, his long sword danced wildly, and he flew into the collapsed Shenmu platform.

Seeing the commander turn into a centipede, the Nether Demon rode with a continuous roar that shook the heavens and the earth, waved his arms, and launched a charge towards the encirclement of the canyon.

The god camp raised the shoulder guard in his hand above his head, and quickly formed a circle of guardrails in four directions, and the warriors in the front row inserted the halberd into the yellow sand fiercely, the tip of the spear was high, and the elite soldiers in the back row held bows and crossbows and spears, calmly staring at the roaring demon cavalry.

Seeing the galloping war horses getting closer and closer, the battle flag of the Shenshu Battalion waved, and with an order, bows and arrows and flying spears flew out like meteors in the sky!

The galloping ironclad warhorse immediately pounced, blood splattering everywhere.

More than 2,000 demon horsemen rushed into the camp of the gods and entered a no-man's land, and the war horses neighed and shouted to kill. This is a battle of life and death, and the bloody rain between heaven and earth suddenly changes color.

"Brother Gu, Brother Gu, where are you!"

Gu Qing was fortunate to rely on the magic power of the demon rope, when the whole person was swallowed by the centipede essence, he was not bitten by two rows of sharp fangs, his brain was a little confused at this time, his hands and feet were trapped by the turquoise mucus in the monster's body, and he definitely couldn't move a step, and the strange fishy smell in his nostrils choked him out of breath, and he faintly heard Jiang Chunyu's call in his ears, but he couldn't open his mouth.

It's over, my Gu Qing can't escape today, and I was actually eaten by a monster.

Smelling the pungent and choking stench, looking at the piles of sticky mucus in front of him, Gu Qing couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach. He thought of the little county lord, and his heart was angry and angry, why didn't she tell me that Deng Lukong would be transformed? She is a member of the Yuan Ying Sect, there is no reason to harm me!

Maybe the little county lord didn't know that this kind of thing would happen? She couldn't even figure out the situation of Wu Bo and Wu Zhong, what am I guessing here?

His limbs were now entangled in slime, and he couldn't even clench his fists, so he couldn't help but be a little disheartened, but the demon rope was more anxious than him, crackling in the centipede essence's stomach, the inner shell was as hard as a copper wall, and the disgusting mucus splashed all over Gu Qing's face.

"Alright, alright! You might as well poke it!"

Gu Qing rolled his eyes, thinking of "**" couldn't help but look down, this monster's height was at least dozens of zhang, and he was now hanging in the monster's belly, and it was dark underneath, like a swamp and mud deep and bottomless. And the mucus is accumulating deeper and deeper, and it has slowly extended from the calf to the waist, and I am afraid that in less than half a pillar of incense, it will be able to devour him alive.

I can't just watch myself being eaten by monsters, can I?

Huang Linji's "Step Fighting Trick" immediately flashed in his mind, and he recited those sword duels, fixed body duels, stealth duels, sword mountain duels, flying rope duels, demon subduing duels, and Baoxiang Lotus duels all aloud, and there was no movement at all.

Try again the infinite sword qi taught by the ancient predecessors!

Gu Qing's heart moved, holding his breath, intending to guide the true power on his left arm from the "Cloud Gate" to the "Shaoshang", how could Wuji Mochizuki poke a hole in the monster's iron shell?

No response.

His ears were buzzing, and he remembered that the warriors of the Shenqi Camp were still fighting bloodily, and he couldn't help but feel anxious, and scolded: "Deng Xunkong!

The Netherworld Centipede's stomach "cooed" a few times, as if it was laughing at Gu Qing, and there was a sound of gold and iron striking each other in his ears, Jiang Chunyu seemed to be fighting with the goblin outside, and the fight was inseparable.

"I knew that today, I was killed by Evil Qi in Mochou Lake......"

Ever since he learned that Yanyang Village had been a vast lake and sea three years ago, after meeting Elder Huo, Gu Qing knew that there was no hope of finding his mother, and there were no more relatives in the world.

And he didn't have much hope for his father's whereabouts at all, remembering the moment he saw Wei Fengyu again by Mochou Lake, the feeling of dependence and trust in his relatives burned again, and even for Du Cheng, he had long forgotten his hatred.

Gu Qing sighed, this situation of having no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground made him helpless, but his mood gradually calmed down.

The sky was dark and the fire was blazing.

The warriors of the Demon Sword Battalion held torches in their hands, fan-shaped around the middle, and the sky was full of powerful crossbow arrows that were shot layer by layer, whether it was a tribe or a demon race, they couldn't dodge, and they were killed and injured in an instant.

The sound of thousands of armies fighting together is like a turbulent wave, wave after wave, the corpses in the Grand Canyon are all over the field, the blood flows like a river, and the Thunder God Mountain is a hell on earth, which is unbearable.

At this time, on the cliff opposite the canyon, Zhuge Yaoguang, who was wearing a battle robe, stood in the wind, his eyes closed, and his face was solemn.

The two commanders of the Divine Gang Battalion stood behind him one on the left and one on the right, looking at the swords and swords in the Grand Canyon, and their voices trembled slightly: "Great Elder, if the cavalry battalion does not send troops again, I am afraid, I am afraid that the infantry battalion will suffer heavy losses......

Zhuge Yaoguang was silent, and the howling cold wind had already covered the sound of killing on the battlefield.

"Great Elder!" the leader of the Divine Camp bent his knees to the ground, a little emotional.

The cavalry of the Shenqi Battalion has always been the family of Elder Zhuge Zhuge to preserve their strength and not send troops easily.

But if the three thousand cavalry attack with all their strength to surround the canyon, maybe they can still see the hope of victory, Elder Zhuge is reluctant to give the order, once the defense is broken by the demons, the Shenqi camp may be wiped out.

Zhuge Yaoguang slowly opened his red eyes, the expression on his face didn't know whether it was sadness or anger, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The old man knows countless people, and he is willing to gamble with God! Gu Qing, this kid will sweep through the Xingmang Continent one day, I would rather lose five thousand elite soldiers in exchange for him owing me a favor, it's worth it!"