Luo Yang felt a sense of emotion, knowing that there was a great enemy sitting in the clouds watching the battle.

This great enemy must be a saint-level person, and not an ordinary saint-level person.

The holy breath is like the sun shining brightly, and the fierce and fierce flames are extremely fierce, unconsciously causing climate change between heaven and earth.

"The ancient Zhu family actually dispatched such a powerful saint, but I was here to seize the imperial energy, but he looked at it on the wall and had no intention of protecting it. Haha, it seems that there are disputes everywhere, and the Zhu family is not a monolithic part. It is only relative to the unity of the ancient clan." Luo Yang pretended not to know and continued to harvest the lives of those lower and middle emperors. Since he had the courage to come and rob, he had to be prepared to wipe out the entire army.

"Heavenly killed! We were fooled. Zhu Tiancheng's yin man deliberately tricked us!" The emperor of the Zhu family's hawks complained. It was too late to know that it was a pit. Luo Yang did not have the kindness of a woman. He let those five people go the last time to lure them, but now it is to harvest.

In the clouds, the four Zhuguzha stood beside Zhu Tiancheng and shivered. They were just the middle emperors and felt that they were amazing. However, when they saw the frozen blue light spreading and the killer-like human being slaughtered with a big sword, they felt cold and couldn't help but touch their heads, thinking: "It's still uncle who has the eyesight and knows that the other party is not easy to mess with, so the four of us almost got in."

Luo Yang didn't have time to care about what the Zhugu Temple and the others were thinking. The power of the palace had completely evolved. The blue light from the Taicang temple was flooding. Under the control of the Emisia Palace, even the emperor-level figures fell into it and could not escape in a short period of time.

Only such a rare demonic cold energy in the world can play such a terrifying role.

In fact, for Luo Yang, he only did two businesses. The first business was on the Blue Demon Ice Field, especially when Kun Ling faced the Taicang Temple, pouring out the gods' grace to break through the temple, which was equivalent to using the gods' grace to exchange for the demonic cold energy.

The second business is the current situation, and the use of demonic cold can exchange for imperial energy. If the gods know Luo Yang's exchange method, they must vomit blood. The divine grace is a lot higher than the imperial energy. The exchange from top to bottom is obviously a loss-making business!

However, Luo Yang did not think that this was a loss-making business. The grace of gods was useless to him. It would easily attract the attention of relative gods for too long, or it should be called surveillance.

Bai Xiubei and Black Capricorn were also acting, but their speed was absolutely not as fast as Luo Yang, and their lethality was much worse. You should know that Luo Yang's bones were imprinted with Xuantian battle patterns, and this Xuantian battle pattern swallowed the crystal of the god-level battle patterns, and its power was ridiculously strong. The Taichong Sword had no trace of every attack, and he could not even see a trace of light and shadow, but his lethality was terrifyingly strong.

"Crack, Crack, Crack..."

Even the seventh-level emperor's head was cut off by Luo Yang, and the demonic coldness entangled, making the battle over the level particularly easy.

However, the eighth-level emperors are an insurmountable natural barrier, and their defense is super strong, not to mention those emperor-level figures with a vast imperial aura as vast as the sea of ​​a sea! These ancient clan powerhouses can only be restricted, but cannot be eliminated with decisiveness.

Even so, Luo Yang could kill enough, and the enemies below the level eight emperors were almost destroyed, and he also obtained the wealth of these emperors. The heads and bodies fell into Tiantong City, which would help many people in time.

"Go forward at full speed." Luo Yang shouted.

"Moo!" Kun Ling stretched out his head and hands and feet, and slashed his body hard. Those large holy soldiers lost their master's control and encountered blue cold freezing, which was difficult to play any role. As the killing emperor fell into Tiantong City, their own slaves picked up the spoils for emergency treatment.

"We can't let them run away. Today we are so embarrassed." The Emperor of the Zhu family risked being severely injured, stretched out his arms to tear the frozen gas, and shot out black light to cover Kun Ling.

"Moo, moo, moo..."

Kun Ling roared. As a strategic-level war beast, can it really be unable to fight except for breathing? That's an illusion.

The next moment, the rumbling sound shook the sky and the earth. The huge flat feet slapped at the emperor, and slapped the black light and frozen gas far away. Without waiting for the other emperors to react, it turned sideways and slapped the strong men for a distance, and then slid its body and left.

"It's outrageous! Is this really a minor Kun spirit?" The emperor of the Zhu family was frightened and angry, including those who were hiding in the clouds with the old lady Zhu Bingren.

The old lady Zhu Bingren has a noble status and is the sixth saint among the nine saints of the Zhu family. It is said that he is a great sword saint. But no one has seen him shoot, because the person who has seen him shoot is dead.

Although the emperor who was attacking Kun Ling was from the Zhu family hawks, they belonged to different factions. Zhu Bingren ignored him and saw the fall of many emperors without even blinking. When Kun Ling quickly left, he added a heart-wrenching sentence: "Hmph, these idiots can also be promoted to the emperor level, which is completely a residue of resources. Since he calls himself hawks, he must be mentally prepared to suffer setbacks!"

"Yes, Taigong said it was." Under Zhu Tiancheng's leadership, two hundred emperors stood on both sides like court officials, echoing with the voice.

Two hundred emperors! This lineup cannot be underestimated. Moreover, among these two hundred emperors, the lower emperors are rare, and they are basically the middle emperors, and their strength is unfathomable.

After a while, someone sent a report on statistical results: "Reporting to Taigong, it can be confirmed that the person who controls Kun Ling is Luoyang, the human race that the gods and saints compete to find. At this moment, the hawks lost a total of 63 emperors, including 40 lower emperors, 19 middle emperors, and 4 upper seventh-level emperors. The remaining injured were 26, and eight severely injured were receiving emergency treatment."

"Hmph, you still want to embark on the road of expansion with just a little bit of Taoism. I am really fearless." Zhu Bingren looked bad. If he thought he didn't care, he would be very wrong. Although he could sit idly by and watch the emperors of other factions of the family die, it does not mean that he is still calm.

Zhu Tiancheng knew the temper of this Taigong, so he didn't even dare to breathe harder. He lowered his head and stayed honestly, not daring to touch Taigong's bad head at this time.

There are more than Zhu Tiancheng, and there are many old foxes present. Hurry up and gesture to the younger generation, don’t be flattering at this time. The old lady really wants to see the hawks defeated, but the human race Luo Yang did too much and the storm is brewing.

The Zhu family hawks did lose face this time, and the losses exceeded their bottom line.

I originally thought that no matter how hard this Kun spirit was to fight, it would lose at most twenty emperors in the fierce battle. This was the result of calculating the bulk strategic materials purchased by Bai Xiubei and Black Capricorn from the market.

But I never expected that in such a short time, the losses reached three times the estimated amount, and it would take ten or even a hundred years for those severely damaged emperors to recover, and during this period, they were basically in a semi-waste state.

The more this happens, the more we cannot give up, so the emperor lords escaped the blue frozen air and chased after him. Unexpectedly, thunder sound bloomed above his head, and Tiantong City made a star-distance shuttle.
Chapter completed!