Invincible Summoning of Tang Dynasty

  Chapter 712 Yinling Demon Soldier and Xuanshuang Puppet!

boom! boom! boom!

  With the unwilling howls of the Xuanshuangzong army and the demon army, the disintegration of the two armies has appeared!

  It seems that Taipingdao’s victory is a foregone conclusion!

   "Huh! Peace Road, it really is not trivial!"

  In the distance, in a hidden place, Chixiao Demon Sovereign made a soft snort between the nose.

  His eyes are slightly gloomy!

  In a short time, the defeat is set, how can he accept it calmly?

   "Magic, look at it?"

  Behind the Demon Lord Chixiao, an old demon bowed slightly and asked in a low voice.

  That’s right, Chixiao Demon Lord is the commander of the demon clan in this battle.

   Therefore, he will be called a demon commander by this old demon!

   "Send the evil spirit demon soldiers out for a battle!"

  The gaze of the Red Demon Venerable became deeper and deeper, and he waved his hand slightly, as if he had made some determination.

   "Magic, are you sure?"

  The voice of the old demon trembled slightly!

  Yinling Demon Soldier, that is one of the foundations of Demon Race!

Once    is used, no matter whether the battle is won or lost, it will be lost!

   To be honest, this old demon is really unwilling!

  Besides, thinking of the horror of the rumors of the bardo spirit demon soldier, the old demon has an indescribable feeling of palpitation.

   "Yes, now it’s the moment when it’s critical, look at this frontline war, if you don’t use the Yinling Demon Soldier, I’m afraid the result will be worse!"

  Chixiao Demon Sovereign pointed at the distant battlefield, slightly forehead, there was a sense of solemnity in his expression!

  "Magic, if so"

  Thinking about it, the old demon seemed to have thought of something, looking at the murderous gaze of the Scarlet Demon Clan, he swallowed it again!

   "If not, in this battle, my demons have bet on most of their troops, they can only win, not lose!"

  The words are sonorous and powerful, the Chixiao Demon Race turned around and left!

  From a distance, throw a magic card full of Yin Qi!

   "No!"

  He weighs his forehead, the old demon knows that the demon of Chixiao has decided!

   Pick up the magic card and leave in stride!

  "You take this token, go and invite the Xuanshuang puppet!"

   Throwing a token to the old woman beside her, Xuan Qingyun's tone is solemn!

  For Xuan Qingyun, this battle is also only allowed to win, not to lose!

  At the moment, the outcome is hanging by a thread, and she has no choice but to use the last hole cards!

   "No!"

  The old woman's eyes were indifferent, looking at Xuan Qingyun's figure, there was an indescribable gloom!

  It’s just that, at this moment, Xuan Qingyun is concerned about the overall situation of the battlefield, and he has not found the abnormality of this old woman!

   "Taipingdao, the yellow turban warrior is indeed very strong, but the puppets of My Zong Xuanshuang are not vegetarian!"

   hummed lightly, and Xuan Qingyun clenched his fists, seeming to cheer herself up.

  "Interestingly, the Sect Master will give you the Xuanshuang puppet!"

  At this moment, Wang Qinghua, who had just left, suddenly appeared again!

   "Why can't you give it to me, why, are you jealous?"

  As if found a point to counterattack, Xuan Qingyun sarcastically said to Wang Qinghua on the spot.

   "Why can't I give it to you, you are the future Sect Master of Xuanshuang Sect!"

   took a deep look at Xuan Qingyun, Wang Qinghua's eyes were flat, and there was nothing unusual.

   "Yes, I am the future Sect Master of Xuanshuang Sect. You are not afraid. After I succeed to the throne, I will completely expel you from Xuanshuang Sect and kill you?"

  Xuan Qingyun's tone is full of sullen air, not surprisingly, the meaning revealed in the words is exactly what she wants to do!

   "Future Sovereign? Really? I'm so scared, I really am so majestic!"

  Wang Qinghua’s tone was full of teasing.

   "What's funny, this saint will become the future suzerain, but you are absolutely impossible. Are you very angry?"

  The language contains drama and abuse, Xuan Qingyun at this moment seems to have a sense of being a villain!

   "Agitated? Why do you want to be angry? Do you think that until now, I still don't know your identity?"

   "If it weren't for your identity, do you think you could become the future suzerain?"

   smiled faintly, Wang Qinghua's heart was heartbroken, and Xuan Qingyun's expression changed in an instant.

   "What do you know?"

  Xuan Qingyun approached Wang Qinghua step by step, full of killing intent!

  It looks like it’s really time to start!

   "What do you know? Your question is very interesting!"

   "Tell you clearly, what you should know, what you should not know, I already know!"

   "Why, want to keep me?"

  Wang Qinghua's eyes are still playful, his expression is full of playfulness.

  At the same time, Wang Qinghua's own momentum climbed wildly, and it seemed that he was not inferior to Xuan Qingyun!

   "You are fine!"

  After gnashing a few words from between the teeth, Xuan Qingyun put aside his momentum and turned around to watch the battle again!

   "Of course I am fine!"

  With a free and easy smile, Wang Qinghua walked away!

  It seems that every time Wang Qinghua comes out, his purpose is only to disturb Xuan Qingyun’s mood?

  No one knows about this. Probably only Wang Qinghua knows it!

Roar! Roar! Roar!

   Suddenly, there seemed to be some monsters in the battle, and frost giants of hundreds of meters appeared!

  咚! Boom! Boom!

  As soon as these frost giants cut into the battlefield, they trampled many Yellow Turban troops to death!

  Even, even more terrifying is that between these frost giants waving their arms, they can also make people-height hail from the sky!

  Almost every hail falls, a soldier with a yellow turban will die on the spot!

   Hiss! hiss! hiss!

  In a daze, another serpent's voice spread into the battlefield.

  In a short time, the big yellow turban soldiers were inexplicably killed by bleeding from their seven orifices!

  In the darkness, it seems that a group of nameless gods of death have come!

   Where these gods of death have passed, no grass will be born!

   Yin and sullen voices continued to be heard, and the yellow turban soldiers fell silently into the endless abyss.

  From this moment on, the battle will change again!

  For a time, the situation changed, and the Yellow Turban army seemed to have fallen into a disadvantage!

   "Does the Demon Race still have Xuanshuang Sect's hole cards?"

   Looking at the sudden change of the battle situation below, the old Nanhua immortal who was hiding in the depths of the void suddenly opened his eyes!

   "In that case, it can only be you!"

  The light in his eyes flashed away, and Nanhua old fairy lightly brushed the dust in his hand!

  A beam of brilliance was cast, and there were waves in Huadie City!

  The city of Huadie, which was originally dull and shrouded in light, seemed to boil at this moment!

   "Yellow Turban Thirty-Six Lights, End!"

  With a sharp shout pierced the sky, the mist in Huadie City instantly dispersed!

  In the huge Huadie City, there is a strong atmosphere of the Yellow Turban army!

   Looking intently, the demon army and the Xuanshuangzong army that were originally located in Huadie City were unharmed!

  Including the leader Demon Venerable and the Xuanshuang Sect **** Venerable are all standing on the wall in a daze!

  All the army looks like puppets.

  Of course, it’s a puppet with a yellow scarf all over

"kill!"

   There was another stern shout, and the whole city had moved!

  One by one, armed with swords, rushed into the battlefield frantically.

  (End of this chapter)