Under the peak of hatred, a million troops are told.

Zhang Zhiyuan did not follow the Heavenly Venerables to kill to the Hatred Peak. He and Lin Tianzun, among the nine Dharma Protectors, stayed at the foot of the mountain to press the formation.

Lu Chunyang used his sword to destroy the Demonic Dao and defeat the army, and burst out the power of the ancient sword god. In the eyes of the human disciples, everyone was excited and filled with endless pride.

The winner has been decided, and it is only a matter of time before the devil army is destroyed.

"I didn't expect the Demonic Dao would leave in this way." Zhang Zhiyuan said with emotion.

"This is called a one-school difference. The Demonic Patriarch thought that snatching the seven major opportunities in the ancient Miaojiang area could add chips to the Demonic Patriarch's battle to the Demonic Patriarch, but he didn't expect that the mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole was behind him. The Daozu's seven treasures Ruyi Linglong Tower directly prevented him from participating in the battle in the ancient land." Lin Tianzun said.

Zhang Zhiyuan stopped talking and fell into memories of the past.

He was born in the Dharma-Ending Age and stayed in the human world for nearly two hundred years. He did not ascend to Hangu Pass until the end of the Dharma-Ending Age.

When he was in charge of the Longhu Mountain, Lin Fenghu was just the Yellow River Queen in the Yellow River.

Later, his junior brother Xie Liuyun spyed on the secrets of heaven and robbed the soul-suppressing coffin in the Jiulong Cave.

In the following hundred years, Tan Lang entered the world and Xie Lan was born.

Regarding today's demonic ancestor Xie Lan, Zhang Zhiyuan can be said to have grown up. Hui Jiguan is the eyes and ears of Longhu Mountain, and has been staring at him in secret. It's ridiculous that he thought that Xie Lan stole Xie Liuyun's life.

Zhang Zhiyuan still remembers the secret of what happened that day. That day was the day when the Demonic Dao Killed the Wolf and the Three Stars gathered together.

Originally, Lin Feng was killed and could not escape that day, but he did not expect that Liufeng Tianzun, who was in the Demonic Dao, would turn into a meteor and snatch a glimmer of life from the hands of the Demonic Dao's future general.

Zhang Zhiyuan has been in the world for too long and has been deeply infected by fireworks on earth. In fact, he and the brothers Xie Liuyun are both people who value love and righteousness. Lin Fenghuan's death is a blessing for humanity, but it is a bit sad for him.

The general of Pojun has fallen, and it will be Jiang Xueyang's turn next.

He remembered that in the year Jiang Xueyang was the new Quanzhen Sect, he went to Longhu Mountain to visit him.

After Xie Liuyun's soul entered the soul-suppressing coffin, the underworld also commented that the dragon and tiger walked to a terrifying sound, and there was Jiang Xueyang in Zhongnan.

If the three doctrines have different ideas, why do you have to fight to the death?

However, the human world has sad white hair, and the way of heaven has no intention of vicissitudes.

Just as Zhang Zhiyuan was immersed in memories of the past, he was suddenly awakened by the voice of Lin Tianzun: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, what is that?"

Zhang Zhiyuan looked up and saw layers of faint black mist growing over the humanitarian army at some point.

The black fog is very thin, like smoke yarn.

Zhang Zhiyuan felt an extremely bad premonition in his heart, and he felt a sense of death from this layer of smoke.

But the smoke yarn is so thin that there is no way to see where the murderous intent is hidden.

At this time, Lu Chunyang was in full swing, and the warrior of the humanitarian Heavenly Venerable was also launching a bloody massacre of the demonic path. No one noticed the layer of smoke yarn shrouded over the humanitarian army.

If Xie Liuyun was here, he would definitely see the problem, but Zhang Zhiyuan and Lin Tianzun did not have this ability.

Just as the two of them released their spiritual thoughts and thought carefully, the thin black fog of smoke began to gather towards the center at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The color of the edge is lighter, the darker the center is, the darker the center is as dark as ink.

"No, this is Nirvana of Death!"

Finally, Zhang Zhiyuan identified what this was.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

After the evil demons in the ancient Miaojiang area die, their soul power is so rich that it is beyond words.

Wang Huan was not destroyed by the sword energy, but divided the soul into invisible objects and secretly absorbed soul energy.

This time, she absorbed soul energy very quickly.

By the time the smoke and mist was shrouded in the humanitarian army, all the soul energy of the ancient Miaojiang area had been absorbed by her.

As soon as the void vortex was created, the figure of the ancient underworld god jumped out of it.

The power of the god of death enveloped the humanitarian army.

The low-level humanitarian disciples began to tremble with fear, and even the peak veterans of the Half-Step Heavenly Venerable were extremely uneasy.

Lin Tianzun immediately left decisively and flew towards the hatred peak to bring reinforcements.

Zhang Zhiyuan loudly ordered the human army to escape in all directions, but he himself did not escape with Lin Tianzun, but stood there and stared at the God of Death who had completed the eighth Nirvana.

If the God of Death comes to kill him, more humanitarian disciples will definitely have the chance to escape. He has a premonition that the God of Death that returns this time will bring an unprecedented catastrophe of death to the Rendu army.

Lin Fenghuan, who was suspended in the air, is no longer the Lin family girl four hundred years ago. The face of the god of death shows her identity.

The white hair danced in the wind, and there was a pitch-black cloak behind her.

The black flames in his eyes were burning excitedly, with a cold expression, like ice that never melted forever, or staring at the abyss.

The most shocking thing was that the weapon in her hand was a huge sickle.

The sickle is snow-white, and the black mist is wrapped around the blade.

Death Scythe, reaping souls.

Looking at the humanitarian disciples who were scattered and fleeing, Yu Huan's mouth outlined a cruel smile.

After the vortex of the void completely dissipated, her man shot towards the heart of the humanitarian army like lightning, and said, "Soul Fire!"

With her human being as the center, endless black flames spread in all directions.

The tiny fireworks do not hurt the body, but directly burn the soul.

The scope is extremely large, and the humanitarian disciples had no time to escape, so they were swallowed by the black flames.

The sharp blade kills life, and the power traumats the soul.

In just a moment, a million humanitarian army was destroyed 70%!

There are 700,000 disciples of humanity who are burned out by the soul fire.

The God of Death, who has eight times Nirvana, has already possessed a brand new mystery of the God of Death. The soul fire perfectly replaces the soul energy explosion and becomes the God of Death's super-area attack power.

Under the Heavenly Lord, no one can survive within the coverage of the soul fire.

In terms of destructive power, the soul fire is far less than my sword sea, because the sword sea can forbid the Taoist ancestor.

However, the attack range of death and withering far exceeded that of the sword sea, and the instant death of the 700,000 army made the God of Death deserved it.

This is the true God of Death Return, Death, Fear, Shadow, Destruction.

Even those who escape by chance, the horror of the soul fire will become their lifelong nightmare.

Instead of chasing those who escaped by chance, Yumeng stood there and looked at the peak of hatred.

"Why don't you kill me?" Zhang Zhiyuan asked.

Yumeng looked at him coldly and said, "Why do you have to take one shot multiple times?"

After speaking, the beloved was like a night owl, climbing towards the top of the mountain quickly.

Looking at Feng Huan's figure, Zhang Zhiyuan was slightly stunned, and then heard the sound of the shattering of the entrance.

Although he was not burned by the soul fire, because he had been staying there, when the god of death broke out and killed the 700,000 humanitarian army, the murderous intent had already invisibly invaded his body.

Fortunately, the thought of Zhang Zhiyuan's efforts to protect me did not completely destroy his entrance.

However, from then on, Zhang Zhiyuan was only at the realm of the Heavenly Lord, and the broken entrance could no longer display any magical powers.

...

At the top of the hatred, facing the infinite destruction power of the human Taoist Heavenly Lord, Liu Fengshuang led the army of demons to fight to the death to protect Jiang Xueyang.

The dragon-shaped black fog transformed by Liu Zhirong was shaken and separated. The dragon soul was injured and had only time to make a tragic whine, and the body of the dark demon dragon fell to the ground from the air.

The dragon scales burst out like rain, the body of the demon dragon was almost shattered, and the vitality was cut off in an instant, and the dragon soul was buried in the dragon ball and fell asleep.

Liu Fengshuang was pierced by the sword energy of the Fire Dragon Real Man's magical sword, and he was no longer able to protect Jiang Xueyang.

The mountains transformed by the arrogant wind are about to be destroyed by the human Taoist Heavenly Lord.

Chun Jun was beaten back to his original form and spiritual consciousness would not know when it would be reunited, but Ali didn't know how to live or die.

The Demonic Dao army has more than 200,000 troops, and the battle has only been less than 50,000 people left. However, the Human Dao Heavenly Lord has only lost more than ten people.

When the devil comes back, the most tragic battle is this.

This is simply a unilateral massacre!

Now, Jiang Xueyang is silently gathering his spiritual thoughts, preparing to destroy the entrance at the last moment, and Lu Chunyang obviously does not want to give her this opportunity.

While the Humane Heavenly Lord was still crazily slaughtering those fierce and fearless demon disciples, Lu Chunyang locked in Jiang Xueyang's aura and prepared to send Tianlang and Tiandi to return together after killing Pojun with one sword.

However, at this moment, Lu Chunyang suddenly heard a loud shock from the human soul-summoning banner in the entrance hall.

As early as when the Daode Heavenly Lord confirmed that Lu Chunyang was the next generation of humanitarian ancestors, Xie Liuyun handed him the humanitarian soul-summoning banner.

The three soul-summoning banners all have one common feature, which is that they can absorb the will of the heroic spirits of Taoist disciples who died in battle.

At this moment, the humanitarian soul-summoning banner in Lu Chunyang's enigma shook violently, proclaiming that 700,000 humanitarian disciples died almost in an instant!

All the humanitarian disciples who can come to the ancient Miaojiang area to participate in the war are humanitarian elites, and they are the main force in the future Battle of the Gods.

Lu Chunyang was extremely angry and turned around and looked down at the mountain.
Chapter completed!