Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

Chapter 160: Chunyang Can't Be Killed Lightly! The Monsters Retreat!

In addition to the eight-door golden ring formation, the attack methods of the ancestors of the argali and the wolf-devouring wolf clan suddenly hit the golden ring formation.

The two demon clan Chunyang were stunned for a moment, and found that they were outside the big formation, and turned to send their hearts a little.

They looked at each other and saw happiness in the depths of their eyes.

That’s all for the ancestors of the hundred martial arts. They can handle it with all their strength, but the ancestor of the pure Yang who used the sword is really an evil sect. The whole body seems to be a pure Yang spirit sword. If you are not careful, you will be hit one strike.

Although they seem to be in good spirits now, they have accumulated a lot of tarsal sword qi in their flesh. Those sword qi are quite fierce, and they can only use their pure yang heritage to suppress and slowly kill them. The means are detonated, I am afraid that I will not get any benefits.

If it is not certain, the golden ring formation is the place where they fell.

What they saw from outside the big formation was real, but they were a little helpless.

Looking at each other again, it was quite tacit to escape into the void, concealing the figure and retreating to the yellow sky.

You can't stay here for a long time. Now, in such a short time, the two Chunyang ancestors of the human race came here. If the time is longer, who knows how many ancestors of the human race will come.

As for indirectly buying the Demon Bull Ancestor in this way, they don't have any psychological burden.

How did the human race say that? Dead Daoist friends are not dead and poor Daoists, they are self-defeating even if they enter the Golden Ring Great Array to protect themselves, since they came out, it is naturally the best plan.

....In the Golden Ring Great Array, the fighting is still going on.

The ancestor of the demon cow is not bad for being the existence of the so-called demon of the demon clan. The demonic energy in his body rises and flows, and under every punch, there is this earth-shaking power.

It was one enemy and three. Although the beaten were retreating, and he had been roaring quite angrily, he was still full of energy.

After the battle with Bai Shihe, the Bai Wu ancestors had already stepped aside and chatted with the Jinhuan ancestors.

This is also the request of the ancestor who eats the sword.

His sword energy can be fierce, and he can also draw it slowly.

Looking at Meng Lian's floating figure, this one also had an envious look on his face.

Although this man had been guarding Yanbei and could not leave, he was the master who couldn't bear his temper.

Young is just a prodigal son who loves to cause trouble and wants to be a sword-wielding prodigal.

But if it wasn't for this man who was the only one in the world with his defensive methods, he wouldn't even know how many rounds he had gone through.

Knowing that he has been listening to the book to cover the sky in the Dongling Mansion of Tiannan Road in recent days, the envy in his eyes could not be concealed.

There is no way to do it, part of his accumulation of the promotion of pure Yang is the handwriting of the real Yun.

In order to repay all of them, he was willing to guard Yanbei.

It's just that there is no harm without comparison, which makes him somewhat unbalanced.

Although in Yanbei Road, he often lingers in Goulan to listen to music and eat some wine in Hualou, but in these days, how can he compare to the other party's ease?

What's more, he has read the script of "Zhitian Zhuan", although the local storyteller can't come to the Dongling Mansion, but he can barely hear it.

"I've heard long ago that the pavilion master of Tongtian Pavilion is not bad.

Being able to use such a means is definitely not a generalist, but I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I can't find a way, and I can't guess what it is..."

Between the words of the two, the battle between the sword-eating ancestor and the demonic cow was already drawing to a close.

Although its body is huge, but facing the sword-eating ancestor, it is like a cannon hitting a mosquito, and it is impossible to catch it.

Originally thought that he would be slapped to death, but who would have thought that the power in that body was not weaker than him, and almost overturned him.

Now all the horns on his head have been cut off, and all kinds of pure yang methods have been resolved one by one.

At this time, his body-protecting qi was already weak to the extreme, and the pure Yang demon pill in his body was almost dimmed.

At the end, while his figure was flowing and flowing, he actually reached the top of his head and pointed at the eyebrows of the ancestor of the demon cow. Shooting out thousands of sword qi turned into a torrent.

These sword energies were all the means by which he was smashed into the body of the Demon Bull Ancestor one after another, destroying his physical profound arts and damaging his foundation.

The sword-eating ancestor snorted and took a deep breath, and all the sword energy was like a waterfall, all of which entered his stomach.

In the blink of an eye, the flesh and bones of the demon cow ancestor were separated from each other because of the splitting of sword energy, and a condensed spiritual thought emerged from it.

Ancestor Jinhuan saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to fight.

Unexpectedly, the ancestor who wanted to eat the sword and the ancestor of Baiwu shot at the same time to protect this spiritual thought.

"Chunyang can't be cut lightly, let's leave him alone. Now that the thousand-year calamity is approaching, a living monster, Chunyang, is more useful than dead."

The ancestor who eats the sword looks indifferent, and explains it casually.

After he finished speaking, he immediately looked at the spiritual thought, raised his hand to take a virtual shot, and took the pure Yang demon pill in his hand.

"Although this seat is willing to let you live, but attacking the human race cannot go unpunished. Take your three hundred years of demon power accumulation, are you willing?"

He didn't care whether the other party agreed or not, a small sword appeared, and with a light slash, the pure yang demon pill was a little dim.

When the spiritual thought entered the demon pill, its figure condensed and appeared, looking at the three pure yang of the human race, and then at his own corpse, with a complicated expression.

"I don't need to say more if you win the king or lose the bandit. Today, everyone is willing to let me go. You should swear by Huang Tian that you will not be an enemy of the human race."

When his voice fell, he saw that the sword-eater ancestor flicked his finger, and under the fluctuation of the void, the demon pill had already rolled down and I don't know how far.

When the golden ring formation dissipated, the corpse of the demon cow ancestor fell down, and the breath on it made countless demon clans silent.

Wolf howling, bull roaring, eagle crowing... Under the various sounds, the soldiers of the demon clan all looked very clear, and they turned around and ran away.

Hearing the sound of the horn to close the army, the powerful cultivator of the human race also stopped and returned to the North Profound Entrance.

When the soldiers of the human race saw this, they all cheered and roared.

This battle was attacking the city, but it was only a half-day scene. Since the monsters were repelled like this, they would not attack again in a short time.

But at this time, the great power of the human race took action and gathered up the corpses of the celestial monsters and the corpses above the city gate of Yanbei Road.

These big monsters are full of spirituality, and they can be regarded as great nourishing ingredients.

And those individual clan soldiers, among those corpses, searched for the corpses of the soldiers and let them be buried in the gate.

On the land of Yanbei, the desolate and sad tune sounded again.

"The sky will collapse and the ground will be split, and people will not bear the burden of life and death, life and death, not the relatives, the soul will return. Return to Xi..."

Yanbei Wang Yunkonglie saw the demon clan retreat, and the whole person's tense mind was relieved a lot.

When he saw a group of monks from all ethnic groups, he breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Today's victory depends entirely on the blood of the soldiers. Come and help, and you will be worshipped by Konglie!"

But before he bowed down after he finished speaking, his whole body trembled, and then he fell on his back.