A faint voice accompanied the breeze into the blood, and Chihuo knew that he was coming. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The sonorous sound of the armor shaking sounded, and a green lion in black armor walked over step by step from the battlefield in the distance.

At his feet, the earth seemed to shrink, and the distance was crossed by him in a few steps, standing behind Chihuo.

"Why are you here?"

This is Chihuo's doubts, his temperament is so cowardly, he didn't expect to see him on the battlefield, could it be that in the past hundred years, the difficult experience has grinded out his blood?

However, this thought disappeared completely after he turned around, and the green lion was still the green lion, the coward he hated.

The brand-new blade, the bloodless armor, and the lack of blood and killing intent on his body, it was obvious that he had not killed his life.

Leo was silent, he didn't know how to face the red fire.

In that battle, Chihuo wanted to wake himself up, but he was disappointed.

In the following hundred years, he also fantasized that he would explode because he couldn't withstand the oppression of other demon cultivators, but the reality disappointed him.

He is still him, just as cowardly and timid back then, even if he advances to Jindan, he is still useless!

"You've disappointed me!"

Chihuo also thought that the green lion would grow up, but he was disappointed again.

The green lion couldn't refute, so he had to be silent, he also hated himself, hated why he was so cowardly, other demons dared to go into battle to kill the enemy, he could only do some logistics chores.

Every time he saw those demon cultivators carrying a large number of loot, talking and laughing in front of him, he was very envious, and he also wanted to be like them, waving their claws and blades, stirring up a piece of blood on the battlefield, and creating his own Shura field.

But he is really powerless, and when he wants to swing his claws, there will always be a resistance in his heart that prevents him from breaking through the shackles of the imprisoned mind.

And the reason why he appeared here today was only because this team lacked one of their combat strength, so he kicked in, an idle demon.

Looking at the silent green lion, Chihuo sighed helplessly and patted him on the shoulder, "That's it, if you really wake up, I won't be used to it, who will I bully at that time!"

Tooth showed a terrifying smile, "When I get rid of those miscellaneous pieces, I'll go back and have a drink, the blood brew of the Drunken Demon Residence is very good!"

As he spoke, Chihuo turned around and strode towards the defeated Terran army that had been wandering in the distance, a sharp claw more than a foot long popping out of his fingertips.

"The Red Demon's Shura Purgatory!"

The demon cultivators behind them shouted, and whenever they saw Chihuo so serious, they would be passionate, it was the pleasure of killing.

The red fire like a meat grinder rushed into the crowd, and its sharp claws brought up countless stumps and flesh, harvesting the lives of the Terran cultivators.

In front of him, even the Jindan cultivator would only resist for a few more breaths, and in a few more breaths, he would turn into a bloody place like other cultivators, adding a touch of bright red to the Shura Field.

Looking at the fierce and incomparable back of Chihuo, Qingshi was a little jealous, if he had half of Chihuo, no, even if it was only thirty percent of his courage, he would not become a nobody.

Compared with Chihuo's fierce name, the name of the green lion has also spread throughout the battlefield of the Demon King Palace, but the reason why the demon cultivator mentioned him is not how fierce he is, nor how strong his background is, the demons will only think of his weakness that can be bullied.

The demon cultivators who followed behind Chihuo all recognized the green lion, but none of them went up to talk to him, as if talking to him was something that lost his identity.

The green lion has long been accustomed to solitude, and a demon silently stays away from the group, staying on the edge of the battlefield and watching the red fire.

But something unexpected happened!

When the last Terran cultivator became a revenant under the claws of the Red Fire, the battle horn once again sounded throughout the battlefield.

Like a tidal wave, the Terrans poured in from afar, and thousands of Qi cultivators were pushed to the front line as cannon fodder, followed by the foundation building of the backbone, and the few Jin Dan pressed the formation at the back.

"Terran crumbs!"

"How can there be so many?"

In the face of those Terran cultivators who suddenly appeared, those demon cultivators all had different expressions.

"It's Terran reinforcements!"

Whatever their origins, this alone is undeniable.

But on the other hand, on the Red Fire side, although they are all Jindan stage war demons, the number is less than half a hundred, which is simply insignificant compared to the number of human races.

"To fight or not?"

A demon cultivator of the cat clan asked, if they wanted to leave, those guys alone couldn't stop them, but they were a little unwilling to leave like this.

They still have the ability to fight after retaining most of their combat power, after all, no matter how many Terran cultivators there are, most of them are just miscellaneous fish in the Qi cultivation period, and if the foundation building cultivators don't practice the path of the sword, which is known for its attack power, it won't cause much damage to them.

Therefore, they were not very afraid of the new Terran cultivators, but they were somewhat looking forward to fighting them.

"My demon clan, why not be afraid of a battle!"

Chihuo's sentence is not only for those demon cultivators, but also for the green lion.

"The demon clan doesn't care about fear!"

The young demon cultivators were all ignited by this sound to fight their beliefs, and one by one they exposed their minions, and launched a death charge towards the Terran cultivators without fear of death.

They remembered the beautiful blueprint that the Demon King Hall had sketched out when they recruited war demons.

Power, wealth, cultivation, everything is in that endless bloody battle!

Come on, create the future with slaughter and create your own era!

Your name will live through the ages, and your glory will endure forever!

In just a few words, countless demon cultivators forgot to go to the battlefield everywhere.

Some demons died in battle, leaving no names, and no one remembered that there was once a figure who fought bloodily on the battlefield.

However, this is not everyone's experience!

Like Chihuo, stepping on countless corpses, it only takes a few to become a legendary existence step by step to make countless demon clans crazy.

They hadn't had a big battle in a long time, and they looked at those Terran cultivators as if they saw a bright future.

Today, they are going to use the blood and bones of the human race to pave the road to the top of the heavens for themselves.

"Kill!"

Except for the green lion, the eyes of all the demon cultivators became red, which was dyed red by the battle intent.

Like a tiger entering a flock, the demon clan in the Jindan period was a slaughter in the face of the human race in the Qi training period, but the Zhuji and Jindan in the rear just sat back and watched their actions, without the slightest intention to stop them.

For them, grabbing a lot of waste during the Qi training period is of no use other than being cannon fodder.

The ruthlessness of cultivators is not just talking, the vast majority of people in order to go further on the path of cultivation, they are desperate, they are ruthless, and what they do is ten thousand times more terrifying than demons, which is also one of the reasons why Chihuo hates the human race.

He prefers to watch the Terrans being torn apart under his claws rather than slaughtering the aliens, watching his body fall apart, and that kind of scream is so pleasant to him.

I have to say that decades of killing have changed Chihuo a lot, and his heart has begun to be contaminated by blood, and he is no longer as irritable as he used to be, or tyranny is more appropriate.

Blood flowed from the feet of the green lion, and the slaughtered Terran corpses had piled up as high as a hill, and the thick bloody breath made the green lion shiver all over his body.

This is the real mountain of corpses and blood!