Chapter 1458 Star Palace Battle (13): Indiscriminate Attack

Xi laughed and said: "Master Xuanzhe has a much more thorough comprehension than the old man about matters of the way of heaven. If you really want to make a move, you should not be afraid of the emperor if you combine the power of the magic cow and Lord Moon Soul."

Lan Ningxu looked at the beam of light in front of him, as well as Yang Yunjing and the powerful demon bull inside, and said calmly: "Although the powerful demon bull king descended, he still left part of his power in the source of the sea, and the emperor did not dare Really killed the demon cow. The cloud air pressure barrier has been broken, even if we can't deal with the emperor, we can retreat calmly, but I am worried about another thing."

Xi Da frowned and became thoughtful.

...

Under the sky, there is a sea of ​​endless killing clouds.

Daoying and the top ten and twenty-four families have already entered a fierce battle, all of which are destructive forces, agitating unscrupulously in the sea of ​​clouds.

A large number of warriors were involved and turned into ashes.

Among them, the most excited one is Gui Zun, constantly sucking powerful souls, green lights flickering in his eyes.

In the vast space, several powerful monster races were communicating in low voices.

"The Great Demon Bull King and the Human Emperor are in conflict, and we must not sit idly by."

"Yes, the Human Sovereign's power is too strong, and we can't contend against it. It's better to help the Daoying people and remove the wings of the Star Palace first."

"it is good!"

After discussing with several people, they quietly sneaked into the void and moved to the battlefield.

Yang Qingxuan and others were suppressed by the powerhouses of Chenyou Tombs and Xinggong, and people kept falling down.

Ke Luo and the six Heavenly Monarchs were battered all over their bodies, and they were still fighting fiercely. Ordinary warriors could not enter their battle circle at all.

However, there are still a steady stream of warriors rushing up all around, consuming the strength of Yang Qingxuan and others.

Including several figures of Dao Ying, even Wu Xian, Shi Yan and others, have fallen into extreme passivity and may fall at any time.

The battle circle of the entire star palace battle has expanded to a distance of thousands of miles, and a large number of buildings in the star palace have been destroyed.

The powerhouses of the Black Sea and Yaksha tribes soon lost most of their lives and wounded, and kept retreating.

The few remaining people also fell into the vast ocean, with no end in sight.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were red, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand, pinched out a seal, and struck around.

"Boom!"

A vast power poured out, and a huge "magic" character swirled in the sky above Yang Qingxuan, turning into a huge picture.

There are rivers, mountains and rivers, insects, birds and beasts, but they are all under the blackness of ink, as if the whole world is filled with demon energy.

"Boom!"

A black light flashed out from the Heavenly Demon Map, and struck into the vast land, shaking up a wave of demonic energy, piling up continuously like a mountain, and soon turned into a huge monster.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A streak of black lightning shot out, blasting the land of the sea of ​​clouds.

Each burst of lightning shot down, turning into a huge monster.

It was Yang Qingxuan who absorbed the thirty-six monsters with the Heavenly Demon Map in the Jiamo Temple, and they had Dao realm cultivation bases at the beginning.

In these days, a large number of demon spirits have been absorbed in the Heavenly Demon Map, and their cultivation has reached the peak of the Dao Realm, even the king of the realm.

Yang Qingxuan has always had a heart of forbearance, unwilling to release the monsters, but seeing his comrades fall down and sacrifice in front of him, he can't care about this much anymore.

If your own life is worthless in the eyes of the world, why should you value the life of the world in your own eyes?

A dark magic light flashed in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, showing signs of being possessed.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill all the people who deserve to be killed!"

After the Heavenly Demon Map released thirty-six demon slaves, a large number of demon spirits still flew out.

This is in the Jiamo Temple, where the demonic energy of several great eras has been deposited, as if spraying out endlessly.

In an instant, the star palace's sponge stretched for thousands of miles, and the entire battlefield turned into a sea of ​​demons.

Among the crowd, Zhong Jie clenched his fists, greedily stared at the magic map of Tiantian, licked his lips, and forcibly suppressed the greed in his heart.

If he tries to grab the Heavenly Demon Map at this moment, it is very likely that he will be involved in the battle of these realm kings, and if he is not careful, he will be wiped out.

"Damn it! You even colluded with the demons!"

Xiang Ling's eyes were about to burst, and he slashed out with a broad sword in his hand, and shouted: "Everyone must not retreat, kill demons and demons!"

"Slaying demons and eliminating demons is a good point! But who is the demon and who is the demon?!"

Yang Qingxuan's eyes turned cold, and with a slash of the halberd, he slashed at Xiang Ling from a distance, "You can't distinguish between monsters, so what's the use of keeping you!"

The virtual light flickered in the air, and cut over with boundless flames.

Xiang Ling felt anxious and waved his sword to meet him.

"Boom!"

The broad sword blocked the virtual light, but couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Under the desperate fight with Ke Luo, Xiang Ling was almost exhausted.

After receiving Yang Qingxuan's slash, his whole arm trembled slightly. He was about to hold the sword and go up again, but a breath of death rose in his heart, and he shouted in surprise: "Not good!"

I saw a monster in the Realm King Realm, stretched out my hand and slapped it down fiercely.

Under the palm, there is a nebula of demonic energy, suppressing one side.

"Do not!--"

Xiang Ling yelled in horror. He was in a state where his true energy was exhausted, how could he still bear this palm.

"Boom!"

The giant palm of the monster clapped Xiang Ling out instantly.

Xiang Ling spat a mouthful of blood in the air, and he completely lost consciousness.

The rest of the Heavenly Monarchs were horrified and hurriedly turned around and flew away.

The monster opened its mouth and roared, and spit out a mouthful of magic light towards the bottom. The "boom" shook the land of the sea of ​​clouds, harvesting hundreds of lives.

Yang Qingxuan was startled. These monsters didn't distinguish between enemies and friends. Although they were restrained by the Myriad Demon Map, Yang Qingxuan couldn't perfectly control the Myriad Demon Map. Apart from avoiding Yang Qingxuan, the rest of these monsters all attacked indiscriminately.

"Jie Jie, it's an interesting battle. Is this kid the current Qinglong Holy Spirit?"

In the void, a voice suddenly came.

Yang Qingxuan's heart was shocked, and he suddenly looked up, only to see a huge black turtle appearing above the sky, flying down slowly under several acres.

On Xuangui's snake head, a figure in a black robe with a golden cloud pattern stood with his chest folded, his eyes gleamed greedily, staring straight at Yang Qingxuan, licking his lips constantly, showing a longing expression.

Yang Qingxuan was inexplicably touched, and said in surprise: "You are...!"

Looking with piercing eyes, he saw hundreds of figures standing on Xuan Gui, and two of them, Yang Qingxuan recognized, were actually Ye Wucha and Ye Cheng!

The man in black said, "Although you haven't seen me, you must already know of my existence, right?"

Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth and said, "The mastermind behind the Holy Spirit Farm! Are you also a Taoist?!"

Yang Qingxuan stared at his golden cloud pattern, it seemed that every daoying was wearing such clothes, and the pattern of the golden cloud pattern on each person's clothes was different.

Looking carefully, only then did I find the complicated moiré patterns, which seemed to outline obscure characters.

The cloud pattern on the man's robe in front of him can be vaguely seen as the word "昃".