Chapter Five Hundred and Seventieth Life Belongs to Me

So the sky battlefield was divided into three layers.

On the highest floor, the Cangluan and Qinghuanglong hang alone on the throne like a dragon king, proudly meeting the challenge of the supreme airspace, and annihilating them one by one.

The second floor is in mid-air, and those Lichuan flying dragons allowed by the Cangluan Qinglong to cross the height, they occupy a high place under the protection of the Cangluan Qinghuanglong, and can wantonly attack the low-altitude god birds and the city-state giant mountains. Hit it.

The third floor is at a low altitude, where dragons, beasts, flying practitioners and the army of gods and birds fight and fight. They are located above the buildings of the Jueling city-state, which cannot touch the clouds or the ground.

As for the fighting on the ground, it was even more tragic, and it was impossible to see the outcome in a short time.

Zhu Minglang walked through the low-altitude fighting field, but there were a few unsightly practitioners of the Jue Ling city-state. When they saw Zhu Minglang flying towards the back of the city, they were naturally unwilling to let him go.

Blood splashed on the spot, and several city-state cultivators fell in a pool of blood. They hadn't completely died, but they were bleeding profusely.

One of the sergeants was beheaded before he could transform into Juling General. He tilted his head and looked at his companion, who also looked stunned.

"I told you...he is the master of that blue dragon."

Soon, several people died.

Although it is difficult to control life and death on the battlefield, behaviors like this that seek death can be avoided as much as possible.

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Zhu Minglang flew towards the back city, where there were many tall statues standing there.

There were a few figures on those statues. Zhu Minglang used his spiritual sense to detect and found that these people's cultivation bases were not low. Obviously, there are still many powerful people in Jue Ling City-state who have not surfaced.

They were crowded, but they didn't attack Zhu Minglang, probably because of some other orders.

Zhu Minglang also ignored them. In such a large-scale battle, even with the Three Dragon Kings, Zhu Minglang could only save a limited number of people as much as possible.

On a very tall statue, a man wearing a black cloak stood there, and he was making a laugh like the cry of a crow.

His arm is a claw.

There are no pupils in his eye sockets, and there are twisted scars around his eyes, as if his eyes were cut off.

It's just that he seems to be able to see everything.

Just like that, he "stared" at the surprise attack team with a strange and terrifying expression.

At this time, the surprise attack team was surrounded by the magic crow soldiers. There were more than 4,000 magic crow soldiers, as if they had been waiting for their arrival here. One is right.

"The so-called big forces are made up of ordinary people like you, with low cultivation, humble supernatural powers, and no respect for dragons and beasts. It's really boring for me to deal with you. I should have personally killed you at the city wall. The beautiful eyes of Lichuan's commander-in-chief have been dug out!" Peng Hu, one of the four heroes, smiled wickedly.

He obviously has no eyes, but he is looking at everyone.

He sniffed heavily, and finally "eyes" locked on some female practitioners including Nan Lingsha and Zi Miaozhu.

"Perfect body fragrance must be a peerless beauty, right?" Peng Hu said these disgusting words at the same time, that clawed hand was digging the person in front of him.

It was a dragon shepherd of Zi Zonglin. His purple dragon had been disembowelled at the foot of the statue, and he himself was captured by the four heroes Peng Hu, and his abdomen was dismembered under the eyes of everyone.

A slow death will inevitably suffer great pain. Peng Hu seems to be a person who enjoys torture and killing, more like a ferocious tiger and leopard playing with a lamb and a young rabbit.

The magic crow soldiers were besieging the surprise attack team, while Peng Hu was torturing everyone mentally, and from time to time he made strange moves, killing some powerful people in the team.

Wang Beiyou of Zi Zonglin wanted to capture the thief first and capture the king several times, but those magic crow soldiers were not idle people, and it was difficult for him and his Zilong to get rid of these magic warriors.

"Nan Xiong, that woman belongs to the Nan family." Du Yang's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Is it the Li Chuannan clan, Nan Lingsha who designed to kill our special envoy, and then let the fourth son of your Du family die tragically?" Nanxiong Peng Hu raised the corners of his mouth, and said in surprise.

"Hmph, it's this bitch. She and Li Yunzi played with us and killed all the secret sentries that were originally set up in Zulong city-state. Otherwise, Lichuan is already in our pocket. With the help of Xiya and the fog of nothingness, The dogs in Jiting don’t even want to step here and compete with us!” Du Yang said angrily.

Du Yang is the master of the palace.

After Pu Shiming and Zhu Xuehen destroyed the Zong Palace, he fled back to Jue Ling City-State.

The establishment of the four heroes of the Zonggong is actually following the example of the Jueling City-State.

Jue Ling City-State has Shuangsha, Four Heroes, Eight Elders, and Sixteen Zhankui, and the Zonggong followed them at that time, but the Zonggong’s eight elders, four heroes and Shuangsha could not be compared with Jueling City-State, especially after receiving grace .

"In this case, her beautiful eyeballs belong to me, and the rest are yours." Nanxiong Peng Hu laughed.

Hearing this sentence, Du Yang also laughed.

Although the lack of eyes did spoil this beautiful face, but fortunately, her other parts are also attractive enough.

It is rumored that Nan Lingsha and Li Yunzi are twin sisters?

Then caught her, wouldn't it be...

The smile on Du Yang's face gradually spread, and his mind was full of imagination.

After grace, he, Du Yang, is not what he used to be!

"Before that, the lives of the two of you belong to me." Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind without warning.

The owner of the voice was very close to them, and the horror was that neither of them noticed it.

Du Yang turned his head and saw a sword stepping, with a somewhat idle expression, but those eyes exuded an alarming sharp brilliance, as if killing the two of them was an easy task!

"Although there are not a few people on this continent who can take my life, you are far from being one of them." Nanxiong Peng Hu showed a somewhat interested expression.

Judging from his aura, the other party was a strong man not inferior to him.

"Who are you???" Du Yang fixed his eyes on Zhu Minglang.

"Your son's name is Du Cheng?" Zhu Minglang asked.

Du Yang didn't answer.

"You blamed Nan Lingsha wrongly. I killed your son Du Cheng. Look at this dress, is it familiar?" Zhu Minglang said, revealing his phantom dress on purpose.

Du Yang's whole face changed suddenly, his anger was like a ball of flame, ignited on the skin of his face, it was burning red!

Phantom Clothes.

Zhu Minglang took this robe from Du Cheng, the Fourth Young Master of the Zonggong.

Let’s talk about how this palace has such a treasure. It seems that even Zhumen can’t make such a robe with such a strange ability. It turns out that there is something behind it!

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