Chapter 1618: The wolf fell, the crane and the python were killed
Under the beacon tower on Kunlun Holy Mountain, the war started again.
It is naturally impossible for the immortals to let it grow bigger. Fortunately, this demon dragon is obviously not on the same side as the old god Lord Ao Qing, and they are even quite tit for tat.
In this way, this new war also belongs to the three parties.
The demon fairy clan was suppressed at every turn by the True Immortal Sect, their vitality was severely damaged, and the empress was in deep danger of a calamity, which was no longer something to be afraid of.
The old God Lord was watching with eager eyes, and the disciples of the True Immortal Cult trained under him were all brave and good at fighting, but they did not know what kind of magic method was used to make them completely forget the fear of death and pain, and rush forward on the battlefield to win the battle. The body is a sharp blade that kills enemies without retreating. It is as terrifying as a humanoid weapon.
And the strength shown by the old God Lord Ao Qing himself was only a few strokes, the tip of the iceberg. Apparently, he had not even exerted his true strength, and he was blessed by the power of the evil god.
He can penetrate people's desires, and can simply play with all the intelligent creatures in the world in the palm of his hand. He is an unimaginably terrifying and mysterious opponent.
As for the demon dragon who calls himself "Shangxie", he has weird strength, thousands of evil demons in his energy domain, and cruel methods. He has shown his ambition since he came up. Even the old god Lord Ao Qing also At most, he wanted to get rid of the empress, but he actually intended to get his hands on the source of the Kunlun God Lord.
If he succeeds, how can anyone in the world be able to suppress this evil spirit? !
In this case, the three forces all have their own goals and plans, why don't they take advantage of the situation and use the power between them to weaken each other?
The first person to figure this out was Zhao Wenjun. From the beginning of the chaotic farce, she always stood beside Wu Hongni, the female champion, squinting and looking at everyone in the room. This has not been published before Any opinions and attitudes.
At that time, she finally spoke, looked at Qing Ao and suggested: "The old God Lord doesn't want this demon dragon to open the gate of the sanctuary and successfully seize the source of the goddess. If so, even if you With the power of the evil god, facing such a powerful opponent, I am afraid that my wishes will not be realized in this life, right? "
Qing? His dark eyes briefly glanced at her, and he said bluntly: "People in the Taoism still have the same deadly virtues, and they still think about how to use others to achieve things for themselves all day long."
Everyone also said They couldn't help but cast their glances at Zhao Wenjun, thinking that this old god master is the number one disciple of the True Ancestor Evil God, how dare you play tricks with him here.
You must know that from the moment Qing Ao appeared on the stage, everyone knew that whatever they were thinking, even a look or a body movement, could easily capture the deepest dark thoughts and weaknesses in their hearts.
So on the battlefield, even though everyone hated the culprit, they were unwilling and taboo to say a word to him, for fear of being targeted by him.
This woman is just a human monk, and she has the strongest aura of karma in the world of mortals. She dares to take the initiative to have a direct conversation with this monster. I don’t know if she is too eager to get ahead or is just claiming to be smart.
In response to the speculative and scrutinizing glances from everyone, Zhao Wenjun smiled brightly on his calm face. There was no trace of these people in his peripheral vision. He looked into Qing Ao's eyes without any taboo and calmly explained: "The method of weighing has been used since ancient times. As long as it can achieve the goal, no matter what means are used, it will not be unreasonable. People in my generation have scruples and cannot let go of their worries. Fear, the fear of death, there is no way to gain any upper hand against this group of demons
And the dead soldiers of the True Immortal Cult under you, the old Lord God, are all the result of your special forging and refining. They are fearless and only follow orders. However, even if a group of puppets are reduced to ashes on the battlefield, you won’t feel bad at all.”
Having said this, a meaningful smile appeared on Zhao Wenjun's face, "I think to you, the old God Lord, these followers under your command are all just pawns, far less than your real hidden strength, and it is not heartbreaking to think of giving them up.
But if the old God Lord was so hesitant, could it be that he knew that he had done nothing in the past hundreds of thousands of years? Are all the chess pieces just losers who are not qualified to be used against the demon dragon? If they really go to the battlefield and accept the truth, they will lose face?”
< br>She spoke like a loser, but she spoke sincerely and seriously, and her motivating tactics were barely written directly on her face.
Qing Ao looked into those untimid eyes, a trace of interest flashed in his eyes, and his eyes that had only lightly glanced at her were focused on her again.
His eyes contain the most filthy soul elements about the evil god. In this world, there are only two kinds of people who dare to look directly into his eyes.
One is the innate sincerity of the heart, the sunshine in the heart, and the intrusion of the worldly world in the future.
The two of them are as deep as the abyss, incomprehensible and incomprehensible, and they are as good at spying on the world's hearts as evil gods.
The one who can say what he just said cannot be the former.
However, it just so happened that he was most disgusted with the innocent and delicate person whom the former acted, and he had never had any good impressions. If you say it nicely, you are sincere and clean; if you say it badly, you are stupid and don't know it.
What he dislikes the most is this kind of fool who lives his life relying on his ideals without knowing the pain in his life.
What just happened to be that the woman in front of him obviously had nothing to do with the word idiot.
At least...she lives a more transparent life than most of the people present.
He likes women with stories in their eyes.
For the sake of seeing that there are few people in this world who can bring him some fun...
Qing Ao didn't mind treating her as a chess piece that he could pay attention to and play with her.
He touched his lips with his fingers and said, "You don't have to use words to provoke each other. Sometimes, you just want to do whatever you want."
After he chuckled, Qing Ao's dark eyes Suddenly the darkness was boundless, he opened his hand and raised it lightly Then, the disciples of the True Immortal Sect, who had been silent in the ice and snow, woke up like ghosts who had been dormant for a long time. The wind and snow accumulated on their bodies melted rapidly, and each of them pulled out a very thin pole from their shoulders. Sharp tough strings come.
They fixed the string with one hand, using their arms as work, and placed the string with their other hand. The strange spiritual currents converged from the string into a slender light arrow.
The arrow was aimed at the wolves on the edge of the blood pool.
Pulling the bowstring to full, his fingers suddenly loosened, and the light arrow shot out with a whooshing sound. But the next moment, the light arrow formed by the gathering of spiritual currents seemed extremely light.
It is as light as dust feathers and does not have any physical weight. The moment it leaves the string, it turns into dust particles and dissipates in the wind and snow.
No trace of the arrow shadow can be captured in the space.
But in the next moment, the rain of arrows ignored the laws of space and gathered directly above the wolves to form light arrows.
The heavy fog returned, leaving no trace, no sound, and no breath.
However, the reaction speed of the wolves is also extremely fast, and the wolves have the innate ability to capture dangerous auras.
Several of the particularly powerful demon wolves had a fierce look in their eyes. They looked up to the sky and howled loudly. Their howls shook the sky. Their bodies suddenly became larger in the moonlight. Their hind legs bent and they jumped. The tabletop rumbled and shook, and the layers of blood accumulated in the blood pool shook out ripples.
The most powerful giant wolf leaped high and blocked the arrows in the sky with its body.
簌! sieve! sieve!
The seemingly extremely thin arrow light penetrated most of the wolves and hit the wolves, shooting them down hard. Their huge bodies fell into the snow, but they did not make any whimpering sound. , struggling to get up, the arrow light on his body was bitten by his companion.
But those strange scarlet light arrows seemed to have the power to absorb life force. Under the severe pain that penetrated them, their huge bodies began to weaken and shrink uncontrollably. After struggling for a long time, they found it difficult to get up.
When the immortals saw this, they suddenly expressed their courage to slay demons. Some people raised their spiritual swords and started killing with their swords. Even those wolf demons that were the most seriously injured were the final ones. Killed and left.
"Sudden!!!"
At this moment, from the sky, a few pieces of white crane feathers fell down along the white wind and snow. They were the same color as the wind and snow, but they were with With Zhisheng's murderous intention, when someone reacted, the sharp feather pierced the eyebrows, and the body had not yet fallen.
The giant python surged down from the dark clouds in the sky, biting off half of the bodies of the immortals who were the first to kill them.