Heaven is fearless

As I said before, Tiandao follows the free-range route, and he has no idea where Tu Zhao went. During the three years when Ming Xiao sank in Baolingquan, he taught his apprentices to fight monsters in the Demon Realm, and he lived a good life. It's booming.

However, in the process of fighting Warcraft, he used high-pressure means to force the demons to stick to the line of defense. This probably made all the demons dare not speak out. Stop the child crying at night.

Mingxue doesn't care about his reputation. Anyway, Tu Ying's current strength is growing steadily. After a few hundred years of practice, he will probably be able to lift him from the position of Demon Lord. Seeing that the hope of survival is thriving, he is not too happy yet Well, who would care about such trivial things as reputation.

But before that, cleaning up World of Warcraft is an inescapable task.

The long whip swings a circle of blood-colored blankness among the densely packed monsters. The demon king in the crowd looks more ferocious and terrifying than the monsters rushing forward to bite. The defense line is full of demons, but no one dares to approach this place, like a vacuum suddenly appeared on the ground sprinkled with grains.

A demon cultivator with a sword held the head of a monster in his hand, roughly peeled off its bloody fur, looked up, and suddenly his face changed: "What is that?!"

Before he could speak, everyone noticed the black mist floating in the distance—no, it wasn't a cloud at all!

"dragon?!"

You Moxiu shouted hoarsely, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

The thing that climbed out of the crack did indeed have a dragon-like appearance. Its body was as long as a giant python and covered with thick and solid scales. Its huge head had twisted and hard black horns, and its body was tens of feet long and ferocious. It's terrifying, and it's more like some kind of alienated monster than the awe-inspiring dragon in the legend.

Tuying suddenly turned back from the fight, kicked away the monster that was flying towards him, and stabbed the dagger deeply into its neck, twisted his wrist, and easily cut off half of the monster's head.

Mingxue is simply the most irresponsible teacher, he didn't teach Tuying any cultivation method at all, he just threw a book of formulas to him, and when he practiced for a while and got started, he took him directly to the battlefield and went to Throwing the monsters into the pile, "Practice is the fastest way to grow", the Demon Lord shamelessly declared.

Tu Ying went from fleeing from the monster's mouth with soft hands and legs, to now being able to easily clear a large area of ​​monsters. The hardships she has experienced are indescribable in words.

However, it was also under the pressure of dying if he didn't practice, that Tu Ying's cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, breaking through the Demon Infant Realm within three years, and he was so angry that Shan Jun didn't show up by his side for several days.

Tu Ying saw the monster with a dragon-like appearance fluttering its bony wings and flying towards this side, subconsciously began to search for a certain figure.

That monster is huge, it can fly tens of miles with a single wing, and it flew here from the magic palace in the blink of an eye—the magic palace was already abandoned when the monsters came out of the cracked abyss. The demons with several nearby cities retreated thousands of miles and rebuilt a line of defense, but this line of defense was already crumbling. Many monsters tore through the line of defense and escaped, and they had no spare power to arrest them.

In the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, a black shadow leaped into the sky stepping on the mountain of monster bones, and flicked the long whip in the air, shaking out splashes of blood in front of the dragon-shaped monster.

"Naughty beast, stop for me!"

A deep and stern voice resounded throughout the battlefield. The monster opened its mouth and let out a thunderous roar. Its golden and ferocious vertical pupils aimed at the figure in front of it.

It sensed the surging power of that little thing, and its instinct to devour and grow itself urged it to pat its tail—the huge air wave carried the flesh and bones of the monster on the ground and rolled it in all directions. Without increasing the support for the body-protecting demon energy, the Demon Venerable did not retreat but advanced, stepping on the clouds and colliding with the monster fiercely.

The terrifying shock wave directly blows away many demon cultivators, and the demonic energy rages back and forth across the entire battlefield like a blade. The little monsters wrapped in the torrent whine and are mercilessly trampled to pieces by the same kind. The other's scales were cut by the devil's energy, and he started to kick wildly in anger and irritability.

"Roar--"

The monster's roar was thick and muddy, with the power of a dirty spirit in the sound waves, Mingxue's expression was gloomy, and the scales on the long whip spread like a lotus flower, but every petal of the lotus flower shone with bloodthirsty poison.

Mingxue flicked his long whip, flipped his wrist, and the lotus-like scales bit the monster's skull like a poisonous snake's snake letter. The violent magic energy poured out from his hand, driving the scales and whip to expand wildly. The scale knife is only the size of a thumb and can be called delicate, each piece is the size of the palm of an adult man. When it is swung under the magic energy, it looks like a hurricane is rolled up. The cold blade is deep. Bite deeply into the flesh and blood of the monster.

The monster suffered from pain, and began to frantically swing its long tail and bone wings. It rolled its body frantically in mid-air, trying to swallow the little thing that made it so painful. Affected by it, the warcraft became a mess, and the enemy and the enemy suffered heavy losses for a while.

Mingxue couldn't stop it from howling, so she rolled up her sleeves and retracted her whip. While it was roaring with its mouth wide open, a whip was thrown out to bind its tongue.

The blade pierced into the fat tongue like a hill, and immediately there was stinky blood gushing out. The monster struggled even harder, roaring in its throat, Mingxue took a deep breath, and the magic energy circulated crazily. A roar burst from his throat.

The demon cultivators who lost their minds regained their sanity for a short time, but Mingxue didn't kindly release them from the control. He just used force to suppress the roar of the monster in arbitrarily and disorderly way, sandwiched between two terrifying waves. Amidst the roaring sound, some demon cultivators softened without saying a word, and the magical energy around their bodies was shaken away, while some barely maintained their sanity. After struggling to climb back to the line of defense, the monsters on the battlefield were even more miserable. Running chaotically, unable to find a place to hide, he was crushed to pieces under tremendous pressure as he ran.

Mingxue's pressure is not small. This monster has lived for a long time, and it is not at the same level as the little things that crawled out before. If the monsters that come out of the cracked abyss are all things of this level... …

Then it's not like he can't understand why the two worlds of immortals and demons have been destroyed so completely.

Mingxue pulled back, blood like a fountain splashed out as his whip pulled away, lumps of flesh like a hill crashed to the ground, the monster had a mouth that had lost its tongue, and its golden vertical pupils stretched into a straight line, pointing straight to the ground. Staring at Mingxue.

With a sword, Tu Ying cleared away the monsters within a few meters, and while there were no monsters surrounding him, he looked up to see the situation in the sky, and saw that black figure was knocked out by the monster's thick and powerful long tail covered with scales.

"!"

Tu Ying's hand holding the sword trembled, and was almost bitten by a monster.

Mingxue flew out several tens of feet, spat out blood, swept her gloomy and cold eyes around, and stayed on Tu Ying's body for a moment, without any reaction, twisted her feet, and headed towards the monster again.

This time, there was a light blue aura rising beside him, and the long sword, which was condensed in ice and snow, came out of its sheath with a humming sound. The clearest puff of snow at the top instantly blocked the blood and filth from Mingxue's body.

Tu Ying was slightly taken aback when she saw the frightening, beautiful and clear Xiaoxue Tianjian.

He has been with Mingxue for more than three years, and it is rare for Mingxue to use the Xiaoxue Tianjian. Most of the time, the other party will only use the scale whip, but the strange thing is that when he confronted Mingxiao a few times ago, Mingxue wished she could put Xiaoxue Tianjian in front of Ming Xiao.

——Does he hate Xiaoxuetianjian or like Xiaoxuetianjian?Or do you simply like to show off your loot?

Tu Ying was in such an untimely ecstasy for a moment, and saw Mingxue jumping onto the back of the monster with a sword in one hand and a whip in the other, and the Xiaoxuetian sword was like a wedge, firmly nailed into the spine of the monster by him.

"Whoosh-"

The monster that lost its tongue screamed indistinctly, and the blood was still clogged in its throat. Mingxue didn't hesitate at all, she threw out the scale whip with one hand and wrapped it tightly around the horn of the monster, and clenched the hilt of Xiaoxuetian sword tightly with one hand. Take a deep breath, and then push hard!

The whip flew forward with him, and the huge pulling force drove the Xiaoxuetian sword deep into the back of the monster. The blade raked across the spine of the monster like a plow. Where he flew, the blood splashed out like a fountain one foot high, snow white His spine was exposed from the severed back. This scene was horrifying and horrifying, but it also showed the strength of that man.

Tu Ying raised her head, her breathing stopped for a short while.

The monster whose spine had been severed raised its head and screamed fiercely. Mingxue galloped forward with the sudden sharp demonic energy, and pulled out a fountain of blood from behind. He was laughing wildly, vomiting blood while laughing, The monster's desperate fight before its death released a huge magic pressure, which caused the monster in the vertical area below to shatter its internal organs silently and die on the spot, while Mingxue was still laughing.

He laughed heartily, and his laughter was full of mad heroism and ferocious killing intent. Demon cultivators are all greedy, happy, bloodthirsty and fierce guys. The closer they are to death, the crazier they become. Xiudu began to become nervous. They abandoned their weapons, tore apart the monster's body with their bare hands, and smashed the skull of the monster with their fists. For a while, Moxiu had a faint counterattack posture.

Tu Ying managed to maintain his sanity, he hurriedly glanced around, saw the situation clearly, and his heart sank.

The number of monsters is increasing, and it is almost endless. The defense line is like a thread of a mantis against such a flood. They can't last long. The cultivation world has sent countless defensive weapons. But he could see the cracks on the bone that was the center of the line of defense widening.

Ao bone is the strongest defensive magic weapon in the world, even the Ao bone can't hold it, and the demon cultivators of flesh and blood are scattered and scattered, how long can they last?

Moreover, many monsters have already escaped, and the cultivation world is probably in chaos now, and they can't care about supporting the Demon Realm.

The monster's huge body fell from the sky, Mingxue stood on its horns, fixed his crumbling body with a scale whip, and slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Most of the magic energy in the magic baby was emptied by his crazy behavior, and he was slowly running to replenish his strength. Now his hands and feet are numb, and his back was numb when he was hit by the monster. He could hardly feel his back .

Tuying walked over the corpses of monsters piled up like a mountain, and walked towards Mingxue, with a cold expression: "Master, the bones can't hold on for long, the ones sent later—"

His words suddenly got stuck in the middle of the road, and his pupils dilated unconsciously: "That's it?"

Mingxue followed his line of sight, and in the cracked abyss, countless monsters spread their bone wings, flicked their hideous and curled tails like dragon tails, raised their heads and let out the same roar as before.

"?!"

All Moxiu were speechless from shock and fear.

Once such a demonic beast came, it was already about to let the Demon Venerable out, and now it was almost crawling out...

There is a moment of despair on the expressions of all Moxiu, can they still survive?

Mingxue held the Xiaoxuetian sword, her eyes stopped on Tuying for a while, and then she looked at the scene beyond the cracked abyss that was even more terrifying than a nightmare, her noble and arrogant face lost all emotion in an instant.

"get out."

In great shock, Tu Ying heard the cold and indifferent orders from the Mozun beside him.

He suddenly turned his head and stared at the other party.

Mingxue didn't look at him, her dark red eyes were full of gloomy and solemn light.

Seeing that Tuying didn't respond, Mingxue rolled up his scaled whip impatiently, and the blood on the scaled whip fell on his robe, but Mozun, who was always dignified and clean, didn't react at this moment: "Didn't you Do you want to leave the Demon Realm, now this deity gives you this opportunity, get out, go back to Kunlun Mountain where you want to go and find your brother."

Tuying pursed her lips tightly.

He hates Mingxue, he has never wanted to kill Mingxue during these three years, but other than that... other than that...

Tu Ying stared at the Demon Lord. Although he hated him, Tu Ying had to admit that the Demon Lord was unparalleled in strength. Although he hated Mingxue, he had to admit that he aspired to be as powerful as Mingxue.

Both resist and desire.

With such distorted emotions, even Tu Ying himself didn't understand what he wanted.

Tu Ying followed his instinct and rejected him: "No."

Mingxue is not someone who listens to other people's opinions at all. The black-haired and black-clothed Demon Venerable smiled coldly at him, and his blood-stained cheeks showed a bit of strangeness that did not belong to him because of this smile: "My lord Have you asked for your opinion?"

He is still so arrogant and arbitrary, cruel and cruel.

Throwing the cold and heavy thing into Tuying's arms, Mingxue glanced at him: "Brother will soon leave the Lingquan, you bring Xiaoxuetian to him, if you can't bring it..."

A half-smile expression appeared on Mozun's face, and his whole body became more coercive: "You just wait to be thrown into the mouths of these things by the deity."

The scale whip rolled up Tuying's waist, and threw him into the teleportation formation behind the defense line, and a low-pitched order resounded throughout the battlefield: "The defense line is about to collapse, retreat to the realm of comprehension, get lost."

He stood on top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, with his scales and whips hanging down, looking at the dragon-like monsters that covered the sky and covered the sun.