Minghai looked at the Taoist Divine Plate, and then his eyes swept over the heroes of the hometown behind Taoist Luo Wu.

Most of the Yingjie who was swept by his eyes did not dare to look at him.

Qingchen and Yun Linzi and other prides in the Taoist sect dared to face the eyes of Minghai, but they were not even qualified to be looked at by Minghai for a few more times.

Chen Xuan was the same. When Minghai's eyes swept over Chen Xuan's face, he didn't stop at all, and regarded Chen Xuan as an air-like existence.

Finally, Minghai's gaze returned to Taoist Master Luo Wu's face: "Is this the future of the last pure land of your human race?

No decent descendant is really worse than the other; I remember when I led the army to destroy a Taoist world in the Third Era, there were a few geniuses who could see that could stop me from three swords."

"Then you are wrong. Our Taoist two great destiny Qingchen and Yun Linzi are enough to carry the fire of hope for the human race! Now, let us old guys fight this battle for them first."

Taoist Master Luo Wu's deep and wise eyes were only firm and determined to be dead. He resolutely stimulated the power of the Taoist divine plate. In an instant, a variety of top-quality Taoist gods evolved, and a vast and majestic Taoist power gushed out and ran across the sea of ​​the Nether! The Nether Sea snorted coldly, and the double-blade sword slashed in the air, breaking the sky and shattering the true meaning of all the great Taos.

But he was still forced back dozens of feet by Taoist Luo Wu.

Seeing this scene, the monks from the hometown were greatly motivated and rushed towards the millions of burial soldiers. The war broke out, the mountains and the earth were shaking, and the vitality was like a tide. Various treasures were shining, covering up the original color of the entire sky.

Headed by Taoist Master Luo Wu and Hong Zhi, the nine supreme saints of the Taoist sect faced the upper king and the seven underworld blades. The Taoist power was billions of and the killing aura was overwhelming. This unparalleled peerless battle surpassed the imagination of the world. All the laws evolved, and the prehistoric magic was full of light, so no one with a weaker strength could interfere.

Chen Xuan did not intend to intervene in the battle of the Supreme Saint level for the time being. He didn't even take action, but was observing calmly.

Feng Yue was right beside him, and he didn't move, but just stood out of thin air.

The two looked at Qing Chen, Yun Linzi and other Taoist heroes and the burial soldiers wearing skeleton armor. The burial soldiers did not have the concept of realm of cultivators, and their aura was unpredictable. However, when they waved the black bone spear in their hands, the dark auras triggered could annihilate most Taoist magical magic. The aura of death and ashes could even plunder magical treasures, making the natal treasures sacrificed by the Taoist cultivators invalid.

The magic weapon with its original brilliant and colorful light came into contact with the dark gray aura, just like a flower withering, the color turned gray, and its power was lost.

The heroes were shocked and the loss of their natal magic weapons made them extremely panicked. Fortunately, Qingchen and several young generation leaders were allowed to stabilize the scene.

During the melee, Yun Linzi turned around and saw Chen Xuan and Feng Yue still watching. He rushed up in anger: "Evil Emperor, why haven't you taken action?"

The moment Yun Linzi said this, Chen Xuan took the lead.

The Emperor's Sword with a proud sword was held in Chen Xuanji's hand. At the same time, the Immortal Sword Domain, Evil Martial Master, Jiang Xuanshuang, etc. were all summoned. Among them, Jiang Xuanshuang protected Feng Yue, and Chen Xuan rushed forward with two supreme martial souls! Three divine stones lit up on the Emperor's Sword, and a magnificent sword energy swept out, facing dozens of burial soldiers in front, and paired them with the dark aura inspired by the other party's bone spear, offsetting each other.

Yun Linzi, who thought Chen Xuan would be crushed, was stunned.

The heroes around were also incredible.

They struggled to deal with three or four clay soldiers, and Chen Xuan could actually tie the game with dozens of clay soldiers.

Although it was only one round, Chen Xuan's performance was beyond the expectations of Taoist heroes.

Then a big question mark appeared in the hearts of Yingjie. Why can Chen Xuan not be afraid of the dark aura?

"I didn't expect that the Evil Emperor actually cultivated the sword intent that was infinitely close to the highest, so he could offset the dark aura."

Qingchen was not surprised by Chen Xuan's performance, because he himself mastered several essences of Taoist spirit.

Just relying on a few heroes who master the essence of the great way is far from enough to resist millions of burial soldiers.

After a short period of war, the hometown was completely suppressed and the situation began to become critical.

"Yue'er!"

Chen Xuan, who was rushing back and forth in the formation, shouted, Feng Yue understood it, slightly raised her slender and white jade neck, and then the sound of nature spread throughout the battlefield - "Gather like thunder, and stand firm in the world without begging; where does the long tassel go?

Light cavalry chased, leaving horses in the air; broken iron clothes, bow strings shocked partridges; long-distance battles, the family, country and the world; broken halberds and sand sink, dragons unload their armor; the three armies are launched together, don’t ask about the road ahead, the loess sprinkled..." Hearing this majestic battle song, millions of cultivators from homeland instantly boiled their blood, their breath soared, and their fighting spirit burned like a raging fire, and the combat power of the entire army increased three times! "Kill! Kill!"

Many Dao Xiu's eyes rushed into the enemy formation with great enthusiasm, completely putting life and death aside. As long as they sacrificed their heads, sprinkled their blood, and defended the last pure land of the human race! Feeling the surging energy in their bodies, endlessly, Qingchen, Yun Linzi and others rushed toward Feng Yue while looking incredibly.

How could they think that Feng Yue's singing contained such powerful power! Moreover, Feng Yue, who was promoted to the High God Lord, did not need friendly forces to believe in her, and could improve the combat power of friendly forces without distinction.

Outside the boundary wall, in the sea of ​​stars, the Holy King of the Ming Tomb, who had been leaning against the throne with one hand, finally opened his eyes slightly and looked at the battlefield.

Obviously, Feng Yue attracted the attention of the Dark Holy King.

This means that the greatest danger is about to come to Feng Yue.

Chen Xuan's heart suddenly sank, and immediately rushed away the army of cultivators who were like a craziest around him and flew over to protect Feng Yue.

The moment Chen Xuan flew to Feng Yue, as Chen Xuan expected, the general holding the Black Flame Battle Blade among the King's Qi Ming Blade slashed at Feng Yue's neck with a knife.

It was said in a flash, and then Chen Xuan raised the Emperor's Sword and crossed the cross in front of Feng Yue, and fought with the Black Flame Battle Blade, causing a huge shock to the space, and the sky collapsed in an instant! Boom! The Black Flame Battle Blade triggered a terrifying explosion of power. This is a veritable flame-exploding blade. Every time a knife is used, a super flame explosion will be produced, causing the cultivators in the hometown around Chen Xuan to be killed and injured.

"It's over!"

Qingchen's heart skipped a beat, and he hated that he hadn't come to help Chen Xuan protect Feng Yue as soon as possible.

The main reason Qingchen did not expect that Feng Yue would have such a great role in the war, even surpassing their Master Luo Wu.

In this way, he was killed by the opponent's general.

All the Taoist cultivators thought that Chen Xuan and Feng Yue died under the knife. In the dark smoke scattered, Chen Xuan steadily protected Feng Yue, and neither himself nor the Emperor's Sword was damaged at all.

"Um?"

The Holy King of the Underworld on the throne glanced at the narrow eyes and was fixed on Chen Xuan's face.
Chapter completed!