Chapter 4459 Netherland Army, Rout (1)

Yu Chen's brows furrowed tightly, and his face was filled with worry and urgency: "Sang Rao, don't you think something is wrong? The domain master didn't say to attack the demons immediately, why do you listen to that? How many boys? Under the abyss, there is no spiritual energy, how did you fight against the demons, have you thought about this?"

Sang Rao said as a matter of course: "What's so strange about this. Several Lord Dark Nights are all the confidants of the Domain Lord. They came to attack the Demon Race to get the treasure for the Domain Lord. What's more, the Demon Race people have always been arrogant, I have long been They are not pleasing to the eye. Hahaha, now they should know who is the ruler of this Immortal Cultivation Continent..."

Sang Rao was talking happily, and his brows were beaming.

Suddenly, I didn't know if I was choking on my own saliva and started coughing violently.

"Sang Rao, Sang Rao? What happened?"

Yu Chen suddenly realized that the scene in front of him had changed, and Sang Rao's heart-piercing cough came from his ears.

Then a puddle of blood splashed directly on the mirage stone, obscuring his vision.

Sang Rao slowly put down his hand, looking at the blood on his palm, the expression on his face gradually changed from dazed to panic.

The irrational brain that was still excited just now, at this moment for some unknown reason, suddenly seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water, and gradually rejoiced.

And his chest, the meridians of the whole body, as if burned by something, pain, suffering, unable to breathe.

How is this going?

Where is he? Why do you feel such pain and weakness?

By the way, this is the Demon Race, the Demon Cloud Ridge under the abyss.

Their Netherland army has come to attack the Demon Race.

Sang Rao gasped for breath. He fought his fate to turn to his dantian. He wanted to inhale spiritual power or immortal power, and he wanted to treat the meridians that relieved his burning pain.

However, the next moment, he was horrified to discover.

No, there is no spiritual power or immortal power at all.

There was only boundless magic in the surroundings.

Yes, this is under the abyss, the territory of the demon race, how can there be spiritual power and immortal power?

Almost at the same moment, the panicked screams of the soldiers and the cry for help came from their ears.

And, just like him, the piercing coughing sound.

Sang Rao looked up blankly.

He suddenly found that the thick black mist that had filled his body and blocked people's sight had faded a little.

The situation of the entire battlefield came into his eyes at this moment.

The scrawny Netherland soldiers coughed and wailed as they fell one by one.

Their eyes were filled with terror, confusion and despair.

Even the Demon Soldiers who were fighting against them had their eyes widened like copper bells, confused.

I don't understand why the enemy who was fighting with them just now suddenly fell down without warning.

But that didn't stop them from coming back to their senses, rushing forward and slashing the enemy in half with an axe.

The blood in the distance splashed out and fell on Sang Rao's face.

"Sang Rao, Sang Rao, what happened, talk... talk..."

The mirage stone was still flashing, and Yu Chen's voice came from inside.

However, as the rune on the Mirage Stone dimmed, Yu Chen's voice seemed to be blocked by something, becoming more and more distant and blurry.

The melodious sound of the piano reverberated in the sky, making the warriors of the demon race even more excited.

Different from the soldiers of the Nether Realm, they are really powerful under the catalysis of the piano sound.