The villain loses his memory every day [Transmigration Book]

Guardian Qinglong spat out a mouthful of blood, and this time he really spit out blood vigorously.

Why!

Why on earth! ! !

Am I not working hard?Am I not hardworking enough?Why is God so unfair, and why I have been cultivating hard for thousands of years, but I can only stop in the realm of refining, while he is young, less than a hundred years old, and can reach the peak?

Qinglong refused to accept, he was not angry!

Bai Yunkuo's inner mansion was in turmoil, so he stood up reluctantly, and finally because of the backlash from before, coupled with the fight against the catastrophe, his body was riddled with holes, and his eyes turned black for a while.

Elder Wen Qu hurriedly flew over to protect Bai Yunkuo, who was half unconscious, and together with Elder Lu Cun and Elder Lianzhen who caught up later, sent the true essence.

Hua Yuji was thinking about the past, when thunderclouds rolled in the sky, Tian Jie reluctantly retreated, and a new thunder followed.

There were 40 or [-] monks participating in the ten-day melee between immortals and demons.

Killing, bloody, unscrupulous mutilation, filled with jealousy and resentment, accumulated deeper and deeper, and finally formed the wrath of the sky!

The monk was too presumptuous, and tens of thousands of innocent souls hissed and mourned, attracting punishment from heaven.

This time, Tianlei no longer targeted a single person, but attacked people overwhelmingly without distinction!

Luo Wei backed away in fright: "Fuck, is God crazy?"

The disciples at the top of the cloud worked together to set up an enchantment, Hua Yuji first cast a spell to protect Geng Chen, and suddenly heard someone screaming, he looked back, and it turned out that there was something wrong with Ming Yuexiao.

Luo Heng, as the inner ghost, certainly wouldn't just destroy the spiritual veins of the region, he played tricks on Ming Yuexiao.

Is it a magic fruit, or tricked him into drinking weak water?

No time to think.

The five rudder masters replaced Suzaku's Dharma protector. Together with Qinglong, Baihu and Xuanwu, they launched a four-element magic circle. An elder is trapped in it.

This magic circle, known as the number one prison in the Burning Blood Palace, is absolutely well-deserved of its reputation. Back in the day, it wiped out the enemy army in one fell swoop, and protected the magic circle that would last forever!

Cheng Tingyin kept attacking with "Shen Lai Zi Yun", and Abbot Shi Yuan knocked on the wooden fish with his eyes down. Although the four-element magic circle couldn't help them for the time being, it happened that the house was leaking and it rained all night. It happened that this time angered the sky. Several thunder tribulations came down, and the fairy elders who were struggling to deal with the four-element magic circle had no flaws in their defense.

At this moment, a red shadow pierced through the clouds.

The sharp-eyed Duanmuyan was shocked: "Hua Yuji, what are you doing!"

Although he didn't know his intentions, but nothing good happened, Baihu raised his sword and chased after him, regardless of the difference in realm, he desperately went forward.However, Hua Yuji didn't pay attention to him, and didn't even turn around to defend, because Geng Chen in the distance noticed it, teleported to the front of Baihu, waved his hand to set up an illusion, and threw people into it.

The strong wind howled, and the ghosts screamed.

The gust of wind rolled the frost and hit the face, which was burning and painful.

Hua Yuji's eyes were cold, he clasped his palms together, and a brilliant golden awn flowed from his palms, and as he opened his hands, the golden awn became more abundant and dazzling.After the light faded, a seven-stringed guqin overflowing with fairy wind was seen floating in front of Hua Yuji.

Cheng Tingyin's heart tightened, and his eyes lit up: "Yao Guangqin?"

As we all know, Hua Yuji has two treasures, one is the Rainbow Sword, and the other is the Yaoguang Qin.

The former is razor-sharp, like a raging flame, like a rainbow across the sky in the clear sky of thousands of miles.

The latter is beautiful and comfortable, like nectar entering the soul. If the sword has countless dead souls and is too hostile, then this piano will come out of the mud without being stained.

It's a pity that there are very few people in the world who are lucky enough to see this legendary "Yao Guang", because Hua Yuji doesn't use it often.Who told him to be a demon cultivator? Pursuing sentient beings is something only Buddhists do.

Hua Yuji pressed the strings with his left hand to pick up the sound, and lightly picked the strings with his right hand. The golden streamer spread out with the melodious sound of the piano, but with only a few syllables, the feeling of coolness and immortality emerged spontaneously.

Cheng Tingyin's heart trembled, and he subconsciously clenched the bone flute in his hand.

All the people who were fighting looked sideways, some were saddened, some burst into tears, some giggled, and some seemed to be bewitched, staring at something in front of them in bewilderment.The melody turned to be desolate and heavy, and the true essence gathered more and more intensely, spreading mightily all over a hundred miles. They were not afraid of the thunder that fell randomly, and they shuttled back and forth wantonly, bringing the grievances and resentments gathered in the sky, and rushed towards the four-image method. Array!

Hua Yuji glides with his left hand and circles with his right hand. He issued an order, and tens of thousands of innocent souls soared upwards. They circled densely and densely in layers over the four-element magic circle, resisting several thunderbolts that fell head-on.

With the loosening and sinking of the piano, the tune became ethereal and distant, subtle and long, and the grievances lingering in mid-air scattered away in an instant, turning into clusters of golden light and melting away.

All over the sky and fields, the flowing true essence resisted the aftermath of the catastrophe in an orderly manner, the slaughter on the battlefield, and the evil curse that had been circling for many days dissipated completely in an instant.

Everyone was stunned.

Mr. Qingkong is a legend in the cultivation world. Let alone mentioning him after he became a demon, let's just talk about his glorious years as a model of immortality and a star of the six realms.How dazzling and beautiful, because of his existence, how prosperous the fairyland is, and how brilliant it is illuminated by his light.

The younger generations admire and admire, and the sages of the elders are full of admiration.

However, once an accident happened, this bright star that everyone respected and praised fell.

In the iron-clad world of self-cultivation, with flowing monks, from one generation to the next, how many talents are drowned and forgotten, and how many newcomers replace them. I thought that the glory would be drowned, but I didn't want to...

It is gold, it will still shine, his rainbow pin is still sharp, and his piano sound is still heart-breaking.

Legend has it that the song of Yaoguang can make birds cry and resurrect dead souls. I thought it was an exaggeration, but I didn't expect... The records in "Historical Records of the Six Realms" are true. Zi, an unrivaled talent, if you are lucky enough to see his demeanor, even if you die, you will have no regrets.

A sword shakes the soul, a song shocks Shaohua, the rainbow destroys Xiao Xiao, and the light of Yao clears the world.

Shu Ye put down the flute and smiled wryly: "I'm ashamed."

Hua Yuji's chest was oppressed, he made a perfect ending, and waved decisively to put away the guqin.There are two reasons why he doesn't want to use Yaoguang. The first is that he can't take the job of the Buddhist family. Yuan He was rushing out like he didn't want money, and the power lost by using this trick was more than Hua Yuji's one-month battle.

Therefore, the Yao Guangqin, which is praised by the world as miraculous, has no choice but to lie bitterly and accumulate dust.

When everyone was indulging in "the reincarnation of the legend", only Duanmuyan maintained his rationality. Instead of thinking about the sound of the zither, he deeply doubted Hua Yuji's motives.

You know, he is a demon cultivator, and he was once besieged by all the immortals together, and he was caught on the top of the cloud with his own hands, and he was punished by heaven, forcing him to choose to hang himself on the cliff of regret.

Isn't this a deep hatred?

Why does he want to protect the immortal way in the current battle between immortals and demons?What is even more puzzling is that almost all the immortal elders trapped inside by the Four Elephant Formation participated in the crusade against him, yet he was able to help them without hesitation, using Yaoguang to help them resist God's wrath!

This is illogical!

Also, the disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect were also affected by the Four Elephant Formation. What Hua Yuji did was equivalent to saving the people of the Tianming Sword Sect. Isn't he at odds with the Tianming Sword Sect?

Duanmuyan couldn't figure it out, and was even more worried that he might have some kind of conspiracy. Regardless of the tension of the war, Duanmuyan jumped over and shouted loudly: "Flowers are not dyed, what kind of conspiracy do you have?"

Hua Yuji, who was blocked, was particularly worried, and glared at him and said, "Conspiracy, you big-headed ghost, you have strength and no place to use it, go to the Burning Blood Palace to greet you!"

Duanmu Yan drew his sword angrily: "Flowers are not stained!"

There was no murderous intent in this move, and the intention was not to hurt anyone, it was just to stop Hua Yuji.Hua Yuji stopped carefully, looked around to find the disciples of Tianming Sword Sect: "Who will take care of this thing?"

In the chaos, Duanmu Ling came against the wind: "Brother, now is not the time to argue with him."

Hua Yuji took the opportunity to tease: "A brother is not as sensible as a younger sister."

Bai Yunkuo woke up suddenly after being treated, he didn't care about the obvious injuries on his body, and shouted in panic: "Brother!"

On the other side, Ming Yuexiao and the others worked together to break the four-element magic circle, and the five rudders were the first to bear the brunt of the magic circle's backlash, and were wiped out on the spot.

Baihu and Xuanwu retreated with varying degrees of injuries. As for Qinglong, his eyes were full of murderous aura. He swung his sword to kill several monks, but even if this small fish was cut into pieces, it would be hard for him to vent his anger.

Elder Wen Qu quickly grabbed Bai Yunkuo who was trying to find someone: "Bai Huang, don't move around."

Bai Yunkuo hurriedly said, "Elder, I'm already healed."

Without saying a word, Elder Wu Qu gave Bai Yunkuo a headache: "What a fart, your inner mansion is a mess, where do you want to go to make fun of it?"

Bai Yunkuo turned his head inadvertently, just in time to see Qinglong who was waiting for a sneak attack: "I'll help Master!"

Elder Wu Qu: "Hey, brat, come back!"

Ming Yuexiao and Xue Qiansi fought to the death, and both were injured, but neither of them gave in, and they desperately wanted to die with each other.

Qinglong watched for a long time, killing a thousand soldiers is not worth as much as one Mingyuexiao.With a fierce look in his eyes, he summoned the Azure Dragon Sword that had fallen somewhere, and rushed towards Ming Yuexiao's back with luck——

Unexpectedly, a black lightsaber struck, forcing Qinglong to turn his edge to defend himself. When it was clear that the blade was clear, Qinglong's eyes were full of hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Bai Yunkuo!"

Just then, the sky suddenly changed.

The thick stratus clouds turned inward, like an earthquake, and a gap opened in the vast misty sky. Beyond the gap was void, pitch black, and anything was involved. Ashes vanished into smoke!

Duanmu Ling turned pale with shock: "That's..."

Hua Yuji: "The sky is cracked!"

Duanmuyan: "What!?"

Feng Li, who commanded the battle in the rear, dragged back the monk who was trying to rush up to kill the demon, and at the same time shouted at the sword cultivators, Taoists, Buddhas, doctors, and doctors in the neighbors' neighbors: "Hurry up, mend the sky!"

Luo Wei mentioned the meteor hammer and said angrily: "Fuck, what's the matter!"

Bian Ye: "The wrath of the sky is not counted, and the sky cracks again. Is this going to destroy the world of comprehension?"

Xie Mingzhu: "Third Junior Brother and Fourth Junior Brother, the magic cultivator is not to be feared, let's work together to mend the sky!"

Shu Ye: "Luck is bad, disaster is imminent."

The battle between the head and the bloody fairy and demon, turned into a concerted effort to fill the sky with a twist of the face.

The crowd was also powerless to slander, and they found their positions one after another and set up a magic circle.

As far as Tiandao's urine is concerned, if he disagrees with him, he will get angry, and if he doesn't say anything, he will break up. The slightly older monks have long been used to it.

They still have experience and methods to deal with Tianlei, and in order to hate the world, they deliberately named this ten-thousand-man magic circle "Zhutian Formation", just to fight against God!

Mingyuexiao and Xueqiansi over there also had a truce for the time being. The monks of the Mahayana period guarded the formation, and other monks assisted, and tens of thousands of real yuan rushed to the sky.

As a medical practitioner, Elder Wenqu only needs to support from the rear. He can take over the seriously injured monks at any time, and while heals, he looks at Ming Yuexiao at the front of the formation: "A handful of old bones, can you still hold it?"

Ming Yuexiao's face was pale, but still solemn: "It doesn't matter if you can't hold on."

Elder Wenqu smiled and said, "It's really enviable to have a good apprentice in the Mahayana period."

The wind howled, the thunder and lightning blared, and the torrential rain that had been brewing for a long time finally poured down, and the stratus clouds piled up for a long time and would not disperse.

Among the Mahayana monks in the world today, among the predecessors, there are only five people, Ming Yuexiao of Sword Dao, Xue Qiansi of Demon Dao, Demon King of Yao Dao, Shiyuan of Buddhism and Taoism, and Ke Zizhen of Taoism.

Naturally, the juniors cannot be allowed to repair the sky crack, which is a near-death thing.Four great powers guard the eyes of the square formation, and Ke Zi's real participation surprised everyone.

And Ke Zi really explained it very simply: "Since you are a monk, you should contribute to the cultivation world."

Xue Qiansi smiled sadly: "Old beggar, you are quite sensible!"

Shi Yuan: "It's really a surprise to me that the Demon Lord can participate in mending the sky."

Xue Qiansi: "It's easy to say, this is the territory of the demon world. If you let it go, it will destroy the home of the deity."

Ming Yuexiao: "If you are lucky enough to survive the catastrophe here, after the ascension, the demon world should also change its dynasty."

Xue Qiansi: "Haha, don't worry, I won't be willing to ascend until Sect Master Ming dies!"

If you can't do it, you can fight with your mouth. Even if Ming Yuexiao is upright and serious and doesn't bother to talk to him, Xue Qiansi still has a way to make Ming Yuexiao angry.

The sky crack is shrinking, the thunderclouds are rolling, and they are competing with each other with the Tianzhu Formation. Ke Zizhen sees that the situation is not good, and shouts at the monks who are working together to mend the sky: "One more Mahayana, go and guard the central Huanglin position!"

When Bai Yunkuo heard the call, he immediately took his sword and moved his true energy to reach the magic circle.

While Ke Zi really breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes once again released the raging fire of his desire to defeat the strong: "Good boy!"

Xue Qiansi, who is a demon, should feel pressured, but his attitude is more carefree than Ming Yuexiao, who is a master, and he said with an expression of appreciation and complacency: "As expected of Yu'er's child, just now Mahayana will be able to participate in the Tianzhu Formation, hey, it is so outstanding and dazzling, what will those idiots do!"

Qinglong blocked his throat with a mouthful of old blood, and was shot inexplicably.

Shi Yuan was not in the mood to listen to their flattery. He calmed down and threw out his natal magic rosary to strengthen the protection of the eyes of the array, while admonishing Bai Yunkuo, a newcomer: "Mr. Shuangyue, you must hold on. Don't ask Zhen Yuan to come back, or the Heaven-Punishing Formation will turn back, and your life will be in danger!"

Bai Yunkuo understood the special nature of the Tianzhu Formation.

Once this formation is started, it cannot be suspended halfway, and no surprises can be tolerated.

There are five eyes in total, the green dragon in the east belongs to wood, the red bird in the south belongs to fire, the white tiger in the west belongs to gold, the basalt in the north belongs to water, and the yellow lin in the center belongs to earth. The five positions are indispensable.No matter which side has an accident, the entire magic circle will go backwards, and all the true energy that had originally attacked towards the sky will be eaten back in that direction, and finally the magic circle will collapse, and the success will fall short.

With the operation of the magic circle, thousands of people worked together, and the cracks in the sky gradually merged. The long-term transmission of true energy made the few people guarding the eye of the circle feel a little exhausted.It was nothing more than the heyday. They had just experienced the melee between immortals and demons, and they were accidentally involved in a secret injury, causing a burst of heart-piercing pain.

Ke Zizhen didn't bring it up in one breath, and the Zhutian formation shook, and Xue Qiansi broke out in a cold sweat: "Master Tianjian, you can support this deity!"

Ming Yuexiao looked up at the sky: "Fellow Taoists, hold on for a while, and it will be over soon."

The crack in the sky was getting smaller and smaller, and seeing that it was about to be repaired, Shu Ye, who was standing in the Xuanwu position in the north, suddenly exclaimed: "Senior Ke!"

The violent vibration of the magic circle for no reason caught everyone off guard. Seeing that Ke Zi's true essence was blocked, his seemingly slight slack caused the madness of the true essence in the Tianzhu Formation. The prestige passed by, and Ke Zizhen went straight to go——

The Heaven Punishment Formation collapsed accordingly!

Shi Yuan closed his eyes in despair: "Oops!"

Xue Qiansi panicked: "Idiot!"

Ke Zi really didn't expect that he would make such a big mistake, and his true essence, which he was sure of, would make a mistake!The Tianzhu Formation was in chaos, Tian Lie in the sky seemed to have caught this fatal blow, and opened his bloody mouth again even more frantically, trying to swallow all these tiny human beings who tried to challenge Tianwei's life and death!

At the very moment, a red light rushed over.

Pull Ke Zizhen away and replace the eye of the formation.

Bai Yunkuo's eyes were blurred, the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head in an instant, and fell heavily to the soles of his feet in an instant, his limbs were numb, his five senses were lost, he couldn't hear or smell anything, and he couldn't even move. Heart-piercing blood.

The battle between immortals and demons, not returning to the river boundary, death and calamity, no solution.

Bai Yunkuo couldn't say what despair was, and he couldn't explain what remorse was.

All he knew was that at this moment, his internal organs were hollowed out, his blood was drained, his soul was torn apart, and he lost everything.The laughter, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were all destroyed together with the red shadow.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed as long as a hundred years, a thousand years, he found his own voice, he heard his hoarse call——

"Yuji! Come back!!"

But the man didn't listen, and didn't even look back.He resolutely replaced Ke Zizhen's position, and at the same time endured the backlash from the Heaven-Punishing Formation, he devoted all of his cultivation to make up for the gap in the Formation.

Everything is like a revolving lantern slowing down, all the scenes are repeated, repeating endlessly in front of Bai Yunkuo's eyes.

He once said—Brother Bai has never been afraid of sacrifice for the righteousness of the common people.

He asked - what about you, brother?

He smiled and replied - of course I am afraid of death!I am neither the pillar nor the hope of the future of the immortal way. I am a demon cultivator, so the people in the world have nothing to do with me?

why!

Why are you never obedient?

He once warned him ferociously, never to joke about his own life again, he clearly promised well, so sincerely and sincerely, but why did he break his promise in the end?

Never talk counts.

She made an appointment to be with him forever, and she made an appointment to never leave him alone again.

Keeping promises, always pretending to swear laughingly, turning his face away...

Ming Yuexiao teamed up with Xue Qiansi and the others to unleash the divine power of the Tianzhu Formation that barely collapsed in one fell swoop, and the half-cracked sky finally felt timid, and reluctantly closed it.

In an instant, the magic circle, which was difficult to maintain, fell apart, the spreading true energy shook the sky, the mountains and fields collapsed, the rivers flowed backwards, and the sky and the earth changed color!

I don't know when, snowflakes floated in the sky.

I don't know when the snowflakes were dyed red.

The biting cold wind was blowing, and the red snow was falling all over the sky. Everywhere was desolate and mournful.

Bai Yunkuo was like a baby who had just learned to walk, stumbling and staggering, and in just a few steps, he did not know how many times he fell.Obviously, he could move to Hua Yuji's side in an instant, but this road seemed extremely far away, as if he would never reach it. There was endless darkness behind him pulling him, dragging him continuously into the abyss.

Suddenly, the front line of sight was blocked by a blue light wall, and the smoggy environment could no longer see that person.

Bai Yunkuo panicked, he ignored the barrier, let alone the murderous green dragon behind him, he just kept moving forward, even if his body was covered in bruises, he still wanted to get one step closer to that person!

Qinglong showed his murderous intent: "Go to hell!"

Suddenly, a stern light shot straight at him: "Little thief, don't be crazy!"

Luo Wei picked up the meteor hammer and slammed it hard at Qinglong's body. Qinglong was caught off guard and avoided Luo Wei's left hammer but not his right hammer.After taking a heavy blow, the five internal shocks made his heart, liver, spleen and lungs wish to be crushed. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked back to see Luo Wei's realm. It was a great shame!

Luo Wei's eyes were red, with bloodshot eyes: "With my young master here, you don't want to touch a single hair of Bai Yunkuo!"

The meteor hammer is generous and brilliant, attracting the power of thunder from the sky, and smashing towards the barrier in anger!

The wind was rolling, the space was completely split, and the enchantment of the Azure Dragon Guardian was torn apart on the spot!

Luo Wei held the meteor hammer and panted bitterly: "Hua Buran told me that I will protect Shuangyue-jun even if I die!"

Bai Yunkuo's soul trembled violently, and with a single word, he forcibly pulled back his soul that had flown out of his body a long time ago, as if a dead grass had received rain and dew, and stubbornly raised its head.

He got up and ran towards the crowd with big strides, a sentence of "Sorrow and Suitability" wafted in his ears, and another sentence "The dead are gone" passed by in the wind.

His mind was agitated, his blood froze, he ran over quickly, and carefully picked up Hua Yuji who was lying flat on the ground.

Geng Chen came running from the red snow, trembling all over, he called tremblingly: "Master..."

Hua Yuji's face was very serene, without the slightest sign of pain, if his robes were not stained red with blood, Bai Yunkuo would mistakenly think that he was asleep.

Bai Yunkuo didn't visit his inner mansion, and he knew how miserable it was inside. At this time, he was surprisingly calm. The first thing he had to do was to lock Hua Yuji's soul away.

As long as the soul is immortal, everything will be fine!

Lu Yizhi overcame many obstacles and finally ran to Bai Yunkuo's side. He panted and said: "The head of the sect took back the soul of Hua Gongzi in time at a critical moment, and the seven elders worked together to lock the soul in the soul-suppressing bag."

Fearing that Bai Yunkuo would go crazy, Lu Yizhi hurriedly handed him the spiritual pouch: "Senior Brother Hua is here."

One second before, he inspected Hua Yuji's knowledge of the sea and found that Bai Yunkuo, who had lost his mind and soul, wanted to die on the spot. The next second, Lu Yizhi told him his hope. After several ups and downs, Bai Yunkuo was in a kind of "resurrection" and "collapse" in a trance.

He took the spirit sac with trembling hands, he didn't even dare to use force, he only dared to drag it lightly, lest the fragile soul inside would be scattered if he was not careful: "Here, here?"

Can death be survived from a desperate situation?

Bai Yunkuo felt that the sky was dim and the earth was dark.

Qinglong Dharma Protector was severely injured, instead of retreating, he became even more tyrannical: "You little bastards dare to act presumptuously in front of me!"

He picked up his saber, and was about to retaliate against Luo Wei, but was stopped by the white tiger who broke through the illusion: "Enough, don't kill any more."

Qinglong secretly cursed in his heart that Huluoping was bullied by dogs, even a small character like Luo Wei dared to yell at him, the more he thought about it, the more angry he was, he threw Baihu away fiercely: "Get out!"

Bai Hu staggered a step, and his heart was also faintly angry: "Don't you know what's good or bad!"

The end of the sky crack does not mean the end of the war between immortals and demons. Lu Yizhi felt chills down his spine, grabbed Bai Yunkuo's shoulders and reminded: "This place is not suitable for staying for long, Senior Brother Bai..."

Xueyan, who was running around in the middle of the melee, jumped out from nowhere. She opened the pocket of the sleeve, threw out a square handkerchief, and shouted: "Qingyun Blanket!"

I don't know who's true energy went astray, and rushed straight towards Bai Yunkuo. Lu Yizhi reacted in time, and was about to try to resist, when the palm-sized handkerchief suddenly exploded several times, wrapping them like a long scroll, There was a moment of dizziness in front of them, and when they realized it, they had already left the River of No Return, and were flying in the sky sitting on a huge flying carpet.

And the battle in the demon world was finally exhausted. They were already seriously injured. After experiencing the sky's wrath and the sky's crack, both the immortal way and the devil way were injured. Everyone was tired, numb, and could no longer move.

Even though it was riddled with wounds, Xue Qiansi still held his head high and held his chest high, "Stop the war! You immortals are all dead and wounded, and our demonic vitality is also severely damaged. Each other's qi is close to drying up, and no one can make waves."

What Xue Qiansi said was correct, in this battle, all the ten rudder masters of the Burning Blood Palace were killed, and although the guardians were alive, they were also severely injured.As for the Immortal Dao, apart from the prominent immortal sects such as the Top of the Clouds and the Jingguang Temple, many other sects were almost wiped out, and the losses were horrifying.

It is impossible for the Immortal Dao to wipe out the Demonic Dao in one fell swoop, and the Demonic Dao needs at least 300 years to recharge and regroup. It is impossible to attack the Immortal Dao and realize its ambitions in a short time.

"Enough people have died." Ming Yuexiao looked at the red snow all over the mountains and plains, and waved lightly.

From the fifth day of May to the 220th of that month, the 12-day battle resulted in the deaths of more than [-] immortal monks, more than [-] demonic monks, and a total of [-] monks fell!

Among them, only [-] of the [-] disciples of Tianming Sword Sect were left, and they were on the verge of extinction; Seriously injured.

On the top of the cloud, Feng Li, a disciple of the elder Wu Qu, endured the humiliation and served as the guardian of Suzaku in the Burning Blood Palace. He has been lurking for many years and made great contributions to this battle.

As the secret agent of the Burning Blood Palace, Luo Heng was killed by Fengli's sword after his identity was exposed, killing his soul and shattering his golden core.

Lord Shuangyue shined brilliantly, used as a cover to save countless immortal monks, survived the catastrophe, climbed to the top of the Mahayana stage, became the first Mahayana monk under the age of [-] years, and even participated in the Heavenly Punishment Formation to repair the cracks in the sky.

Luo Wei, the eldest son of Luojiazhuang, covered Bai Yunkuo with his own power, brought a meteor hammer to smash the enchantment of Qinglong Guardian, and fought back, becoming famous in the first battle.

Hua Yuji, son of Qingkong, participated in assisting Bai Yunkuo to cross the catastrophe, and later used the Yaoguangqin to cover the fairy heads of various sects who were trapped in the four-element magic circle. He has made great achievements.

The blood dyed the River of No Return black and red, and the vengeful spirits lingering on the clouds and sky could not be wiped out for hundreds of years, not a single blade of grass could grow for thousands of miles, and the yin energy enveloped the mountains and mountains, completely turning them into a dead place.

Above, included in the annals of history.