Chapter 815, all bones are withered

Shadow Demon Queen's eyes were cold, and she said, "That's right, killing is the biggest task, but if you can find Fuxi's descendants, it will be a great achievement." ”

The demon king said coldly: "Don't force what you can't do, blindly greedy for merit, and you will not only end up in defeat and retreat." ”

Hearing this, Shadow Brake Demon Queen's face turned cold. Said: "Since the Yaksha King said so, let's join forces to destroy them." With that, a pair of slender hands had regained grip on the scythe.

Hearing this, Shui Yingrong chuckled lightly and said, "Arrogance, it's no good. ”

The Yaksha King snorted coldly and said, "I'm afraid that it is you who are arrogant! If you have the courage to stand here and die, this king will fulfill you. As he spoke, he saw a pair of bone claws suddenly unreal, and in an instant, he had already conjured a trident, the body of the halberd was dark black, and it waved like a dense cloud of ink.

In an instant, the space had changed color. The war here belonged to them, and the Eight Pole Boat could hardly help, so Shi Yunyang led the Eight Pole Boat fleet to rush to the lower ground. For a moment, the wind blowers on the eight-pole boat fanned out gusts of wind. A large area of the demon soldiers on the ground was overturned.

Shi Yunyang ordered more than half of the soldiers on the fleet to disembark to meet the enemy, leaving a part of the helmsman and artillery operators to continue the offensive with the eight-pole boat. Shi Yunyang and Ran Tianluo watched on the boat for a while, and they also jumped down from the Baji Boat together, killed several demonic beasts, and finally landed firmly on the ground. Looking at the many soldiers and generals groaning in pain on the ground, they will be trampled to death by the rebels from time to time. There was a wail all over the ground but no one went to organize treatment, and Ran Tianluo only felt unforgettable.

"Yunyang, I'm going to save people. Ran Tianluo said resolutely, from the moment her feet hit the ground, this idea was deeply rooted in her mind.

Shi Yunyang nodded, and as soon as he raised his hand, he allocated a team of five hundred people to join her. Ran Tianluo's white sleeves were raised, and he immediately held Fu Xiqin in his arms, and the spirit transfer technique flashed suddenly, only to hear a string sound turning urgently, and a large number of monsters were knocked away, revealing a large number of wounded soldiers who were drowned by the demons. And these hundreds of Shennong Valley soldiers rushed forward quickly, holding their shoulders and hands, and constantly transferred the wounded to the Mingde Gate. Seeing that the spiritual power in her hand was drawn out with the sound of the qin, the wounded soldiers on the ground who really couldn't move were shocked and floated in the air by her, and as soon as the sound of the qin was sent, a large number of wounded people were also sent to the city in the wind, and under the city of Mingde Gate, there were already people who responded.

For a while, I saw a green python and a woman in white walking among the dark monsters, which looked very eye-catching. treats the demons, Ran Tianluo is ruthless, and the killing intent is often infinite on the sound of the piano. And she deliberately avoided the monsters with high strength above the Demon Spirit General. Deal with the demon soldiers with overwhelming power. The sound of the piano swept by, and the demon soldiers were often shocked into the air in large numbers, and under the sweep of the sound of the piano with its powerful spiritual power, all the demon spirits in the body were scattered.

After all, the battle on Ran Tianluo's side was not as strong as Shi Yunyang's, not to mention that it was mainly based on rescuing wounded soldiers. The two sides fought endlessly, hundreds of people had just been rescued in the back, and there were immediately new casualties in front, Ran Tianluo couldn't stop, and after searching for one place, he immediately turned to another. For a while, the bodies of wounded soldiers were constantly floating in the air, and the wounded under the Mingde Gate were increasing more and more.

Although Ran Tianluo's battle did not have much of a battle circle, it was extremely exciting. When the soldiers on the battlefield saw her search and rescue team, they couldn't help but feel moved. When the national disaster is at the head, even women go to the field, seven-foot men, upright, how can they be greedy for life and fear death. At this time, there is no regret in dying, and the horse leather shroud is an honor for a lifetime. If he doesn't die, and there is such a search and rescue team, his life can still be saved, so what reason is there to retreat.

The soldiers have no worries, and the crowd is excited, and the fight with the demons is even more difficult. Half an hour had passed, the intensity of the battle had almost doubled, the number of casualties had surged to two or three times the previous number, five hundred soldiers were running back and forth, each one of them was panting like an ox, almost losing his strength, and with so many wounded, such a vast search area, five hundred men were obviously far from enough. Ran Tianluo couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

At this moment, she saw that there was an army not far away fighting with the demons, Ran Tianluo did not hesitate, a spirit transfer technique was sacrificed in his hand, and in a moment he was already close to the guard of the army. As soon as the sound of the piano moved, Ran Tianluo shook the two monsters around the general away. The general made a green dragon glaive knife, roaring like a tiger, with a long beard, quite a public demeanor. The general bowed his hand to Ran Tianluo and said, "Thank you for saving the fairy!"

Ran Tianluo didn't have time to be polite, so he hurriedly said: "Dare to ask the general if the number of troops is enough?"

The general Le Ma glanced sideways and said, "There were originally 3,000 men and horses, but they were all scattered at this time, and I can't see how many there are." ”

Ran Tianluo said anxiously: "The dead are gone, the living are great, there are too many wounded on the battlefield, I can't save them alone, can you ask the general to send people to help me?"

The general glared angrily, picked up a demon soldier beside him with a sword, sat down and raised his head for a while, and raised his hooves high, the general grabbed the reins of the horse and said, "I'm sorry, this general only led three thousand thousand Niu Wei to resist the enemy here." I really can't spare manpower, so the fairy will find a way to go by herself. Please take care!" After that, without waiting for Ran Tianluo to answer, the big knife in his hand waved into the wind, and he immediately rushed into the demon array.

Ran Tianluo was helpless, so she had to support herself, but fortunately, she got another order from Shi Yunyang, and then allocated five hundred people from the Shennong Valley team to her. Although the situation has improved slightly, after all, it has little effect on raising the soup to stop boiling.

As he was hesitating, he saw the city gate suddenly open, and a group of soldiers in green armor rushed out of the city. The commander at the head made two whips, and galloped all the way to the horse. The general ran to Ran Tianluo's side, immediately reined in the horse, and arched his hand: "I am Hu Weifeng, the deputy general of Zuo Jin Wuwei, and I was ordered to come to help the fairy to help the injured person!"

Ran was overjoyed and said, "How many people did General Hu bring?"

Adjutant General Hu Weifeng said: "There are currently 3,000 sergeants waiting for the dispatch of the fairy. ”

"That's great. Ran Tianluo was overjoyed, and immediately let the rescue soldiers of Shennong Valley rest temporarily, and drew two thousand people from the three thousand, and the two groups of people alternately dispatched, along with her and the Nine Broken Soul Jiao to help the wounded everywhere. The team of 2,000 people suddenly became a little immense.

Shi Yunyang's side is not as orderly as Ran Qianluo's side. Around him, a huge melee battle circle has been formed, and more than 10,000 soldiers from Shennong Valley have fought hard all the way, and the battle line is wide and long. The Moon Devouring Wolf King and Zhu Chan both appeared on the battlefield, and Shi Yunyang haunted the demon clan with the Youxue Sword in his hand. Bursts of black smoke rose into the sky.

Where the Moon Devouring Wolf King galloped, flames erupted, and majestic energy swam on the ground like a fiery dragon. Zhu Chan's figure floated in the air, and her hands condensed into qi blades, one sword at a time, without any false hair.

The war was so tragic that it lasted until the night. The sound of the collision of swords and soldiers has made people's ears numb, and outside the city is already a sea of corpses and blood, the raging flames are scorching the earth, and the old blood has just been coagulated by the high temperature, and it is suddenly wet with new blood sprinkled. The sky was still dark, but the crevices were filled with blood, like a network of blood vessels on a human body, hideous and terrifying.

The Great War lasted so long, and the human world suffered heavy casualties. Although there are search and rescue teams in all directions to search for the living, it is only a drop in the bucket and very limited. Her white clothes had already been dyed red at the moment, although it was not her own blood, but thousands of lives had been lost from her hands, and the feeling of powerlessness seemed to be more painful than her own serious injuries.

It turns out that she also has people who can't be saved, and there are things that can't be done. Every time a life slipped out of her grasp, she would blame herself for it. It's as if the cruel reality tells him again, there are some things that you can't change after all.

The casualties of more than 10,000 soldiers in Shennong Valley have been very heavy at this moment, almost half of them have been broken, but the remaining soldiers are still fighting endlessly, and they have no intention of retreating. Shi Yunyang became more and more courageous, a Youxue sword in his hand, it was like no one's land, in his hands, after a few hours, more than 30 demon spirit generals had been killed in a row, more than 20 demon generals, although he was injured a lot, but it was a huge help to the anti-demon of Mingdemen in the south.

Outside the Chunming Gate, it is still a place where all the sects of Xiuxian gather, Xuanpu Hall, Tianyong City, Kunlun Palace, Langfeng Pavilion and other sects are fighting hard here. After all, the conspiracy of the demons has never been able to come to fruition because of their constant resistance. The huge spiritual defense wall that surrounded the entire Chang'an City had always been impregnable, but under the powerful attacks of several demon kings, cracks appeared in many weak places. However, if one person could not support it, another member would immediately replace it, so even though the defensive wall continued to explode violently, it could not be shattered.

On the side of Jinguangmen, the Yanjia troops led by Han Lun and several Datang troops assisted in the attack, and the demonic beasts of several demon kings were completely unable to defeat the giant Yanjiaren. And although the giant Yanjia man has a changeable body, the strength of the two sides is equal, and the demonic beast is only a phantom beast condensed by several demon kings, which cannot be destroyed, and it has never been able to defeat it for a while. Several giants froze over the land. Although the Yanjia soldiers are brave and will not get tired, the strength of the demon race should not be underestimated, and the damage of both sides is very strict, and no one can help anyone.

The ancient capital of the past is almost in ruins today. Chang'an City can be seen everywhere drifting smoke, a large number of corpses are placed across the street, hundreds of neighborhoods, many places are flames soaring into the sky, the flower building is withering, the archway collapses, during which the sound of wailing and anger is endless. Even in the Imperial City of Chang'an, the sound of a large number of armor collisions has already sounded at this moment.

It was destined to be a bleak day, even though the war was on fire. But in the hearts of every Chang'an person, their hearts have long been like ashes.

And there is another person who is so sad and desperate, perhaps his despair is stronger than anyone else, and the resentment in his heart is stronger than anyone else, and at this time, he is standing on the city tower, overlooking the bloody rivers and mountains in the distance.