Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"It's useless to talk too much."

"According to the agreement, who is the second demon master in your demon realm when we attack the city today?"

The old horse could no longer restrain the killing intent in his heart, he suppressed the tyrannical emotion, spoke hoarsely, and kept his eyes fixed on Ji Hong.

"This king will end in person...to play with you."

Surprisingly, the ones who spoke this time were not the mountain masters of the affiliated forces, but the black dragons!

One of the real patriarchs of the twelve gods!

The blood of the beast is pure!

His strength is unfathomable, and in the field of demon masters, he is an absolute peak existence!

As soon as you come out, zoom in!

"Black loach?"

"I'll try you!"

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Yuan Qingshan's mouth.

After holding it back for a few days, he was furious and finally found a chance to come out.

"war?"

"war!"

No more pre-battle dialogue, very decisive with each other.

Old horse, Yuan Qingshan soared into the sky almost instantly!

On par with Black Flood Dragon and Ji Hong!

"Everyone, have you forgotten..."

"This letter of war was written by my human race."

"I said..."

"See snow, see blood."

Sun Yingxiong, who had never said anything, finally spoke lightly, with his hands on his back.

He just stood on the edge of the city wall, raised his head, and looked at the sky.

"so..."

"It's only when it snows..."

Sun Yingxiong seemed to be just muttering to himself, but as his voice fell, the cold wind blew, and the sunlight was covered by clouds.

next moment...

The blossoming snowflakes just fell like this.

But Sun Yingxiong didn't emit any energy fluctuations around his body.

But...they were not shocked by such a pretentious scene, but they seemed to be so.

"The same routine, played twice... Don't you get tired of it?"

Hei Jiao sneered, and rushed directly to Yuan Qingshan the next moment!

The huge dragon tail swept past, with a whistling sound, and almost simultaneously, it let out a roar.

There seems to be a strange rhythm in this voice, which is breathtaking.

"The eighth skill..."

"Eternal!"

Surprisingly, Yuan Qingshan directly used the eighth skill right after making a move!

Behind him, a phantom of a big drum appeared!

Yuan Qingshan just stood on the drum, and as his voice fell, a silent sound sounded from the drum inexplicably.

At this moment, the seven or eight spars inlaid on the drum body glowed brightly.

heavily clouded.

A streak of thunder was hidden in the dark clouds.

"shock!"

The gust of wind lifted the corner of Yuan Qingshan's clothes, he remained expressionless, just uttered a word lightly.

Following the sound, the thunder fell and hit the tail of the black flood dragon.

The thunder spread out densely, like a power grid, sweeping across the whole body of the black flood dragon.

Under Thunder's resistance, the Dragon's Tail was stopped, but it ignored the Thunder's power on its body, and still rushed towards Yuan Qingshan, and the huge pupils were full of splendor.

"Using the power of thunder in front of this king is ridiculous!"

It spoke sarcastically.

"When the drums sound, chaos breaks out."

"Drums burst out, and the sky thundered."

"The fourth technique..."

"Mountains and rivers."

Yuan Qingshan's voice was not loud, as his voice fell, the surrounding air seemed to stretch a lot.

The distance between the two is far away, and there seems to be thousands of mountains and rivers in the middle.

"my world..."

"shortage."

"Hehe, this old man is also a proud graduate of Mo Academy..."

"I can't remember when was the last time I did it."

Yuan Qingshan's eyes were full of excitement.

"Three drums sounded, resounding through the sky."

"Drumming..."

"All beasts come to court!"

"The seventh technique..."

"Beast tide!"

In this barren world, phantoms of beasts emerged.

It's just that they didn't exude a monster aura, they were just tearing and fighting with their body instincts.

Their eyes were fierce, and they rushed towards the black dragon without any hesitation, without any fear.

The animal horde was endless, and there was no end in sight.

"Thunder, fall..."

The remaining thunder in the dark cloud poured out at this moment, but it didn't hit the black flood dragon, but landed in the beast tide.

The dense electric grids hit the ground, and when those orc phantoms ran past, they seemed to be wearing a thunder suit, their speed suddenly accelerated, and their aura became more fierce.

And the drums continued to ring.

……

"Sure enough!"

"Shameless human race!"

Looking at the thunder in the sky that day, the patriarchs seemed to recall something and couldn't help cursing.

And the other side...

"Ji Hong!"

"Come on, fight!"

The old horse let out a violent roar, and the scroll slowly unfolded under his feet!

He stepped on the picture scroll one step at a time.

An ancient black tree grew out of thin air in this picture scroll, and the old horse stood on the top of the tree.

The tree keeps growing, gradually enveloping the surrounding space.

"The soul in the painting?"

"Is this what Liu Sangu said... the world of painting souls?"

"Interesting, it is similar to my world."

Ji Hong looked around curiously and nodded slightly.

"You are not qualified to mention that name!"

The old horse's voice was cold.

The sky seemed to have been splashed with a bowl of ink, while the old horse stepped out and disappeared into the thick ink.

Under the void, a sword blade outlined in ink emerged and rushed towards Ji Hong.

Ji Hong smiled lightly, beckoning, and he held the illusory writing brush in his hand.

"Yellow Spring, Yellow Spring..."

"The other shore, stain the sky."

The voice fell, and a dark streak appeared in front of him, with no end in sight.

The black blade disappeared.

"Name Huangquan, life Huangquan."

"The Yin soldiers are here!"

Along the way, shadows shrouded in mist appeared out of thin air, stepped out, and stood in front of Ji Hong.

But Ji Hong just waved his hand, and these shadows rushed into the ink like ghosts.

But the ink flicks again, as if manipulated by an invisible being.

"Spirits and monsters, do you know my power?"

The old horse's voice sounded.

Immortal soldiers in armor stood in front of the shadow.

below.

The old white ape avoided the battlefield in the sky, showing a faint smile, full of evil spirit.

"Enter the customs!"

As its voice fell, those monsters who had long been unable to restrain their tyrannical emotions charged in the direction of Zhenyao Pass!

The number is huge and densely packed.