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Emperor Xuanyuan still wanted to speak out to refute, but at this moment, after getting out of trouble, Yanhua turned back from the sky and appeared in the sky above the hinterland of the Tu nationality army.

After appearing, the endless soul can turn into a black light and be absorbed by her frantically.

From the battle to the present, nearly 20 people have been killed or injured here, and the soul energy is so strong that it cannot be added.

After absorbing all the soul energy, Yanhua flew into the center of the hundreds of thousands of Tu people's army, and began to release the largest burst of soul energy in her life.

Endless black air billowed up, covering the sky and sweeping the Tu tribe army...

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Chapter 292 The Ten Thousand Army Is Silent

When the black air dissipated, more than 10 Tu warriors turned into smoke and dust.

This is the combat power of the most powerful Tianzun. Under Tianzun, everyone is an ant, vulnerable to a single blow.After this battle, the name of the God of Death officially spread throughout Guixu, and wherever he went, all races surrendered.

The instant death of 10 people directly broke the courage of the Tu army.

There was a rout, and there was a great escape.

Following the shame of Shouyang City, the god of death, Lin Yuhua, humiliated Emperor Xuanyuan again.But this time it was not only a humiliation, it also planted the seeds of fear in the hearts of all the Tu people.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Emperor Xuanyuan sent another swift and fierce attack on me, then sneaked into the ground, turned into a giant yellow sand dragon and quickly fled into the distance.At this time, I was short of spiritual sense, and I wanted to intercept him, but I was powerless to prevent him from fleeing in a hurry.

After returning to the Demon Dao camp, I raised my sword and shouted, and all the Demon Dao disciples chased and killed them bravely.

The Demonic Dao, which has suffered heavy casualties, needs a bloody record to deter powerful enemies. Otherwise, after the sword of my hero bursts out, all the prehistoric peoples will pay attention to our Demonic Dao.

It is advisable to chase the poor with the courage of the left, but not to be the overlord.

Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuangqi had already been forced, and the chief high priest was injured again under the siege of the magic warriors. Casting a spell, a black wind entangled countless sand and dust, turning into a black sand storm, trying to escape here while taking advantage of the chaos.

However, it was also because of his bad luck that the black sand storm happened to bump into Yuhua who was slaughtering in the hinterland of the Tu army.

With a loud shout and a slash, the Chief High Priest's absconding momentum stopped abruptly, the wind and sand broke up, and the Chief High Priest spat out a mouthful of blood, revealing his true form.

After recognizing who he was, Yan Hua immediately focused on him, bursting into a rage.

If it wasn't for him trapping Yuhua with the Zhongtian Wutu Xinghuang Banner, how could Mo Dao suffer so many casualties? If it weren't for him, Qingdi, who had saved Yuhua's life, would not have died.

Looking at the angry eyes of the god of death, the chief high priest kept backing away, but Yanhua had already locked his breath, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't escape the shadow of the god of death.

"You can't kill me. If you kill me, everyone in the Demonic Dao will be buried with me." The chief high priest said, staring at Yuhua with flickering eyes.

"Oh, give me a reason not to kill you." Yanhua asked blankly.

"I am a descendant of Xingtian, and I am his only bloodline inheritance in Honghuangguixu. If you kill me, you will definitely anger Xingtian. After Emperor Xuanyuan sacrifices Xingtian's road head and summons his immortal corpse, the demonic way will welcome you!" Come to the disaster!"

"Are you a descendant of the god of war Xingtian?"

"good."

"I want to kill you, not to mention that the God of War Xingtian can't save you, even the law of heaven can't stop it. The sharp blade kills the life, the power wounds the soul, die!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Hua cut it down with a knife.

The azure sword light stunned the entire sand sea battlefield, and the chief high priest only had time to let out an unwilling roar before he was cut in half by the sorrow of soul.

This is the second Heavenly Venerable powerhouse in Honghuangguixu to fall since the Qing Emperor's Spring Weathered Rain.

The death of the chief high priest made the Tu army no longer have the slightest will to resist, and was hit by the angry demon army so that they could only flee desperately.

At this time, the courage and faith belonging to the soldiers have completely disappeared. They just want to leave the battlefield quickly and get rid of the shadow of death.

The massacre has begun, and this is the first time the Demon Dao has shown its iron fist since it came back from the frigid famine.

We have the benevolence that all living beings are equal, teach and teach without discrimination, and we also have the determination to protect the Tao with blood and kill the enemy.

Disciples of the Demonic Dao are affectionate and righteous, but to their enemies, everyone is the incarnation of death.

If Jian Jia's captivity is just a shame on my head, then the fall of the Qing Emperor is a pain that I, the Devil, cannot bear.

The purpose of returning to the ruins is not to bring war and disaster to the prehistoric peoples. On the contrary, we are to create peace and equality for all living beings.

Unfortunately, not killing is not enough to stop killing.

If we don't want the flames of war to burn more and more fiercely, and burn all over the prehistoric region, we must kill the common people to tears and surrender to all races in this battle.

Otherwise, it would not show the power of the demon way!

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As a ray of moonlight from A Li fell on me, my exhausted divine sense was activated again, and the six dragons with sword aura were summoned by me again.

No matter how fast the Tu tribe's army escaped, it could not be faster than the sword dragon.

After the bloody baptism of the war, my sword spirit dragon has also undergone a qualitative change unconsciously.

They are no longer vulnerable, and their strength and speed have increased significantly.

All my encounters can be said to have come from the gifts of the patriarch of the Demonic Dao, but the Demonic Sword Yulongjue is my own comprehension from the Seven Killing Sword and Daozang.

When a dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow.Kanglong has no regrets, and pure yang is in full bloom.There is no blame for being wary of the dragon, and you will work all day long.Flying dragons are in the sky, see my lord...

Looking at these giant sword dragons with majestic fighting spirit, I feel extremely proud in my heart.

Before, I thought that external objects are external objects after all, and the power comes from itself, but now the changes of the six dragons have given me a surprise, they will grow with my own strength.

I can keep their existence, maybe one day, I can let them stay with me forever, roam the endless void with me, and take me to the void of the universe to gain my own avenue.

The six giant dragons were slaughtering the Tu tribe's defeated army, and I myself, under the blessing of Jiang Xueyang's Fengshen blessing, kept releasing the endless stream of swords from the magic sword to harvest the souls.

Although the devil's heart is pure, it is a devil after all, and its indifference and contempt for life are hidden in its nature.

The more I kill, the colder my heart becomes, the colder my heart becomes, the more ruthless my sword becomes.

Ghosts and gods are dark, thinking about themselves.

This night, we all became gods of death who reaped life.

Not only did I kill cruelly and create a cruel record, but everyone in my demonic way, even the natural Mu people were also controlled by the killing heart this time.

The Yellow Sand Battlefield has been reduced to a slaughterhouse for the Tu army. Unknowingly, the bright moon in the sky is covered with a layer of blood.

All sentient beings are sad and gray-haired, and the way of heaven has no intention of vicissitudes.

Why do we think we are fighting!