A streamer waterfall that swoops down and black smoke that spews upwards collide.
More than 40 monks rushed out of more than 40 routes drawn by streamers in the black smoke, and thousands of monks and tens of thousands of infants spread out the battlefield.
On the contrary, it was Jin Dan, who had the largest number of people, and followed the monks of Hedao all the way along the route pulled out by those streamers.
There was a light in it that was green.
There are not many Hedao-level demon cultivators at the bottom of the Quanyuan Valley, and they only encountered seven or eight along the way.
The Jiuhuan cultivators adhered to the principle of two people entangled one to trap those high-level demon cultivators, and the rest of them took the golden pills all the way to the human pit.
The task of these Jindan is not to fight, but to save people.
Obviously, I already knew in advance what the situation was at the bottom, but when I saw those "people" who were like dogs grabbing food and squirming like meat worms, many Jin Dan still vomited uncontrollably.
This vomiting was purely mentally stimulating and physiological, because they had been in the valley for many years, and there was nothing in their stomachs at all.
In the past, Jin Dan was still a high-level monk, and the Jie Dan would hold a ceremony, and if there was a conditional sect, a Jin Dan could occupy a mountain peak alone as a cave house.
But most of the Jindan people in the past have already entered the Yuanying and even the void.
Now these tens of thousands of gold pills are basically all after Changtian returned to the throne, and they have accelerated their cultivation speed and quickly formed pills.
Compared to the difficult knots of the monks in the past, these monks were relatively easy to knot, and it was inevitable that their Dao hearts could not reach the level of stability of their predecessors.
Even if he knew about the situation in Izubara Valley, after seeing it with his own eyes, there was still a humane heart breakdown.
Or hysterical yelling, or crying like a child in fear.
In comparison, those who just vomited were already considered to be Dao heart firm.
But there are also truly strong-willed people who take the lead in rushing to the human pit and killing the little devils who are patrolling.
Some of them put out ropes of light, and put dozens or hundreds of people into the ropes, and those people were wrapped in light and became a ball of light, which the monk dragged and pulled up with his flying sword, and flew out of the valley.
Some of them performed "everything in their sleeves", with their big sleeves fluttering, sucking more than 100 people into their sleeves, pinching their sleeves and flying upwards.
Some released the magic weapon of the gourd, sucked many people into the gourd, and rushed upwards holding the gourd.
It's more about sacrificing ordinary flying magic weapons and stuffing people into it.
The Jindan launched a large-scale rescue.
Chong Qi, Chong Xin, and Zhu Sheng searched in the valley with the rest of the mergers.
The Demon Lord did not come forward to fight, they had to find it themselves.
The monks of the Merge Period used coercion to force out all the hidden demon cultivators and kill them one by one.
Compared with the battle of Wenrao Mountain, the battle at the bottom of the Izumihara Valley was much easier.
Could it be that the high-level demon cultivators have all been exhausted in Wenrao Mountain?
A high-level demon cultivator had a glowing talisman floating around him, and he had just killed a Jiuhuan monk with his powerful talisman, and then he wanted to flee the battlefield.
A handsome young man with long eyebrows flying obliquely and deep ink eyes blocked his way.
The two looked at each other, both reading bitterness in each other's gazes.
"Senior brother."
Demon Cultivator.
"Ayu."
Chong Qi Road.
"Am I going to die here?"
asked Chong Yu.
Chong Qi felt so astringent that he couldn't speak, and said with difficulty: "You have died a long time ago."
"The monk is already dead the moment he enters the demon, and the demon cultivator is a dead thing.
Chong Qi knew that the most important thing he should do was to give Chong Yu a relief.
But when Chong Yu's talisman flew over like an arrow, he felt that the sword in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds.
A green light slashed over, and those talismans were burned into ashes by the flames in the green light, and the flames also burned Chong Yu, purifying him in an instant.
Although we cannot be reborn, we do not have to exist in such a filthy world.
Chong Yu once saved Zhusheng's life, and Zhusheng also gave him a relief.
He and Zhusheng began with the samadhi fire and ended with the samadhi fire.
The reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, the lifeline cause and effect, all end here.
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Chong Qi watched Chong Yu disappear in front of him, he looked up at Zhusheng and cried, "Thank you." ” Takesheng nodded and flew past him.
The monks killed the monsters at the bottom of the valley, destroyed the human pits, medicine pools, and death pits that kept people like pigs, but they did not find the shadow of the Demon King.
Where did the Demon Lord go, if they couldn't destroy the Demon Lord, even if they killed more monsters today, the Demon Lord would be able to make a comeback another day.
Changtian found a bunch of cyan hair in the cave where the Demon Lord once lived.
One end was neatly broken, and the beautiful silk rope was knotted and hidden in a crevice in the rock.
Changtian was found with a familiar breath.
In the lifeless cavern, the smell was exceptionally sweet.
Changtian looked at the bundle of blue hair.
Once upon a time, when he was a god, there were many such strands.
The beautiful Fanji had food and clothing from him, and they had nothing to give him, so they wrenched a bunch of beautiful green silk and gave it to him.
Changtian left the cave, and the monks were waiting for him outside.
He stretched out his palm, revealing the bundle of cyan hair.
"Qingjun," someone whispered.
Qingjun's beautiful and charming appearance and long blue hair will not be forgotten by anyone who has seen it.
The bundle of blue hair turned into a ball of cyan light in Changtian's palm, and the cyan light shot in a certain direction.
Qingjun left a bundle of hair and left Changtian with a signpost.
Everyone looked up in amazement, because the blue light was impartial, pointing straight above their heads, directly above the Grand Canyon of Quanyuan.
No one had paid attention to the sky above the canyon, and since they had crossed the Wenrao Mountains, the monks had flown lower and lower, for they all knew that the place they were going to was the deepest fissure in the strata above the continent.
Changtian stabbed a sword into the sky.
The power of that sword later became a legend.
It's just that in the legends of later generations, it was Chong Xin of the Changtian Sect's Refining Yang Peak who stabbed this earth-shattering sword.
"Changtian" is the name of a sect, and no one knows that Changtian is still a person.
The people who know Changtian are silent, everyone has the same aspirations, and they don't want this person to stand above everyone anymore.
This is also Changtian's own will.
The Jindan rescued the mortals at the bottom of the valley and flew out of the canyon with them, dropping them down as far as they could.
There was a loud bang in the canyon, and it was touching that the terrible pressure was so far away.
They looked back and saw a sword pierce the sky and soar into the sky.
Thousands of miles in the sky, a huge cloud dissipated, the clear blue sky distorted, the hidden prohibition was pierced by the sword, and a majestic mountain peak showed its true face.
While the monks fought bloodily at the bottom of the deep valley, the Demon Lord leisurely looked down directly above them.
Countless streamers shot out of the canyon, all shooting towards the sky, shooting towards the peak.
The primordial babies withdrew from the canyon and flew into the sky with a void and a harmonious road.
When they flew to the top of that mountain, the people of Changtian Sect couldn't help but feel inexplicably familiar, and they woke up a moment late, isn't that the Dao Peak It's just that the spiritual spring on the square has disappeared, and a layer of black stone skin has solidified outside the tall and majestic Pinzig-shaped palace in the past, and there are many caves drilled by the demon cultivator on the mountain peak, which looks full of holes, so that people can't recognize it for a while.
A large number of demonic cultivators poured out of the cave, but the cultivation of these demonic cultivators was only mediocre.
The Nine Huan Cultivators who can come here are all the strongest people who have experienced a hundred battles, and the last resistance of the Demon Lord is already a lack of skill in their opinion.
The man stood in the middle of the plaza of the Dao Peak and looked at them with a smile.
It's not what people think.
There was no smell or death on that man's body, his clothes were graceful and complicated, elegant and beautiful, his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, and his bearing was more like a god than Changtian's tireless fellow.
Changtian hadn't seen this person for 10,000 years, and he couldn't help but stare at him.
The Demon Lord stared at him as well.
The faces of the two men were exactly the same, as if they were looking in a mirror.
The crowd was not surprised.
"That's it again."
The man said helplessly, "Even if I appear with the same face, no one will believe me."
Do you remember how those people cursed me for stealing your face in the past, and how did you explain it to them this time?"
"No explanation."
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Changtian said, "Just tell the truth." ” "No wonder, it looks like they didn't offer you on top of their heads this time."
The Demon Lord smiled happily.
The two men spoke in the same tone and tone.
If it weren't for Changtian wearing the uniform of the Immortal Alliance, it would be really difficult to tell.
Changtian sighed and said, "What they think of me doesn't affect what they think of you." ” "But I'm you."
The Demon Lord is really aggrieved.
Takesheng couldn't bear this idiot-like conversation.
She had no reverence for Changtian, and went straight to the knife.
Everyone who listened to the nonsense secretly sighed with joy, and for a while, all kinds of sword intents and swords attacked the demon lord.
The combined force of these people was enough to destroy half of the Nine Continents with one blow.
And when Chong Qi confirmed that the person on the Dao Peak was the Demon Lord, he flipped his palm, and a thick stack of transmission notes flashed with light, and he flew into the void.
The notes flew through the void in four different directions, southeast, north, and west.
The Tsukiji monks, who had been shunted out of the large army early in the morning, arrived at the predetermined position early and were waiting for this order.
As soon as the order arrived, they sacrificed a small lock.
Under the urging of spiritual power, the small locks emitted light, connecting from one to the other, and countless small locks were connected.
Faced with this combined force blow that could destroy half of Jiuhuan, the Demon Lord just smiled slightly.
His hands folded at his side and folded over his chest, then spread out suddenly.
His garment fluttered in the wind, and the terrifying spiritual power exploded.
Everyone who shot, including Zhu Sheng, was bounced off by this blow, and there was a surge of qi and blood in their chests, and several of the monks who were still weak were damaged in their meridians and vomited blood directly.
Those who think that the Demon Lord has exhausted his skills are wiped out here.
This is already a demon lord who has been trapped by the Imprisoned Immortal Great Array for ten thousand years and has been weakened.
Thinking about 10,000 years ago, when great powers came out, how much sacrifice had to be made to defeat him The sword is out of the sky.
Even though he is no longer the Venerable of the Divine Monarch and does not have a flawless physical body, his power is still beyond imagination.
Everyone had experienced his strength on the battlefield, but at this time, Changtian's sword, with a resolute and silent killing intent with no way out, seemed to envelop the entire sky.
Then the sword of self-denial broke, and Changtian spat out a mouthful of blood. gd1806102: