As the White Emperor City army, the Peacock imperial court's Ghost dancer corps and the Dark flame imperial court's 100,000 demonic eagle army poured into Wind City from the city gate and the huge hole spewed out by the dragon's breath, an even more tragic massacre began.
When the panic-stricken Wind City soldiers were looking for an escape route, they found that the sky was filled with black armour, and the whole Wind City was filled with other armoured corps.
Before they had time to react, the first Wind City soldier's head was chopped off, then the second and the third — —
Some people turned to flee, while others were fighting. More people were trampled into meat patties in the turbulence of charging and fleeing.
"Wind City has been breached, the Ghost dancer corps is coming back, run for your life — —"
"Brothers, kill, we're going to die, let's fight them — —"
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They fought from noon to night, and even the pitch-black sky was illuminated by the dark red blood and blazing flames.
Blood was flowing and heads were rolling. Severed limbs were scattered across the ground.
This was no longer Wind City, no longer the human world.
It was the legendary Asura purgatory.
This was a battle on the ground.
This was a battle between people.
In the sky, there was another more intense and more brutal battle going on.
With the assistance of the adorable Snowball, the eight majestic golden lions were all swallowed into its stomach, and did not even bring the slightest harm to the black dragon that Li Muyang had transformed into.
The eight golden toads squatting under the wind seismograph ran to gnaw on the scales of the black dragon, crushing the teeth in their mouths. The eight big golden lions lying on the seismograph were chased by Snowball one by one, and then they all became food in its stomach with its little mouth sucking in and out.
Gong Zhou was both ashamed and angry when he saw that his magical weapon had failed.
He was ashamed that the wind seismograph that he had flaunted around like a treasure was so vulnerable in front of the black dragon and the puppy — — the Heart of the Weak water.
He was angry that Li Muyang and the puppy did not give him face, making him, the Earth Immortal, feel ashamed and ashamed.
The Earth Immortal did not show his power, do you think I'm a sweet potato?
However, it was no wonder that the Heaven Luo Earth Immortal would have such thoughts.
The Hou Feng Seismograph was also a famous artifact in China. It had the ability to monitor astronomical phenomena and spy on all things. They were able to sense even the slightest flow of Spiritual Energy in the air, and as long as there were any abnormalities, they would be able to react immediately. Then, the golden toads would be ordered by their masters to test or fight with others.
In the past, when Gong Zhouyi used the seismograph to fight with his enemies, he rarely missed. One person led eight toads and eight lions. They looked very majestic and intimidating, causing people to be extremely wary of them.
The opponents he faced today were the Dragon King and the heart of the weak water. Both were famous demigods — — divine objects. A mere Seasonal Wind Seismograph wasn't enough.
Gong Zhouyi watched as the puppy swallowed the last golden lion. His body trembled, and his long whiskers trembled.
He muttered to himself, held the seismograph in his arms, and then kicked his foot. The sarcophagus under his feet rushed in the direction of Snowball.
Rumble …
The sarcophagus grew larger and larger, and soon became a huge stone house.
Snowball did not like the aura of death in the sarcophagus, waved its little paws and turned to flee.
The sarcophagus, as though it had grown eyes, was shrouded in a mysterious dark light and pursued relentlessly, as though it would not give up until Snowball was locked in the sarcophagus.
At the same time, Gong Zhouyi stretched out his hand and gently flicked the cylinder of the seismograph, and the seismograph immediately began to rotate rapidly.
"What are you doing — —"
In the sky, there was a sound of Sanskrit. A series of golden notes drifted out from the seismograph, converging into a long golden river that encircled the black dragon in the sky.
The Hurricane Destroyer Curse!
The long golden river grew longer and longer, and the surface of the river composed of characters was getting wider and wider. It was like a golden rainbow lying across the sky, and the golden rainbow was wrapped in an austere aura to besiege and kill Li Muyang.
Boom — —
The huge head of the black dragon rushed down from the ninth heaven, spewing a dragon's breath at the golden Milky Way.
Bang — —
The Milky Way collapsed, golden characters splashing everywhere. They were like strangely shaped hidden weapons.
The black-robed youngster Cui Jianxin, wielding the Ghost Democracy sword, slashed down again and again on the huge body of the black dragon.
The Ghost King was the most ferocious and the most mysterious.
He knew that the dragon's physique was tough, and if he did not injure its vital parts, it was difficult to really kill it.
Moreover, the dragon was extremely powerful and could fight for many days without rest. In that case, all of them would die of exhaustion, and it would only suffer some minor injuries.
The Ghost King attacked the head of the black dragon, his body hidden in the smoke-like shadow, and then concealed his whereabouts. Every time he attacked with his sword, he could bring great trouble to the black dragon.
Yan Bolai had been observing the overall situation.
When he saw that Wind City had been breached and the 100,000 troops had poured into Wind City, he knew that the situation was hopeless.
Wind City was lost.
They had lost a city.
What he could do now was to do everything possible to kill Li Muyang, and with the credit of slaying the dragon, minimize the losses on his side, and not let his own reputation fall to the ground and shatter.
"Li Muyang must be killed." Yan Bolai thought to himself, once again rushing towards the huge black dragon.
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In the sky, dark clouds were tumbling.
A sloppy Lao Dao, whose original colour could not be seen clearly, appeared in the clouds, looking at the massacre on the ground and sighing deeply.
The sky was as dark as ink, and the Lao Dao was also dark all over.
However, when he stood above the layer of clouds, it was as if he was an inkstone in a pool of ink, allowing others to find him with a single glance. The emptiness of the sky and the darkness of the night could not conceal his light.
"Immeasurable Lord of the Heavens, are those people not afraid of going to Asura hell for killing so recklessly?" Lao Dao recited a Taoist name, a look of regret on his face.
His line of sight shifted to the black dragon in the sky and the several figures fighting fiercely with the black dragon, before he flew towards the core area of the battle.
"Stop." The old Daoist in tattered clothes shouted.
His voice was imbued with the unique skill of Taoism. Although the volume of Lao Dao's voice was not loud, it could be clearly transmitted to the ears of every person or animal within hundreds of miles.
His voice was like a great bell, making people's ears buzz.
The battle stopped.
On the ground, the several armies that were engaged in a bloody battle finally stopped.
They raised their heads and looked up into the sky.
In the sky, the several figures that were fighting with the black dragon also sprung away.
Because they felt the danger, and from the voice, there was a calm and majestic power.
The 'stop' was majestic and imposing, making it difficult for people to resist.
Although the Ghost King was very unhappy that someone jumped out at this time and dared to speak to him in such a commanding tone.
Even Li Muyang, who had transformed into a black dragon, stopped rolling and struggling. His huge head looked down, the blood mist in his eye sockets dissipated, and a trace of confusion flashed across his pupils.
"Killing one's own people, is there anything more vicious than this?" Lao Dao's piercingly cold eyes swept across the audience.
"Who are you?" Yan Bolai stared at Lao Dao and asked, but he was rapidly guessing his identity.
A person from the Dao Sect who had such a high cultivation level, yet was unkempt and often wore tattered clothes, this person's identity was obvious.
"This poor Daoist is Zi Yang." The old Daoist in tattered clothes said with a calm expression.
"Spiritual Master Zi Yang — —" Yan Bolai exclaimed.
He cupped his hands and bowed. "I didn't expect it to be one of the seven spiritual masters of Taoism, Spiritual Master Zi Yang. Junior Yan Bolai pays respect to Spiritual Master — — "
"Yan Bolai — —" Spiritual Master Zi Yang pondered for a moment. "Are you the Lord of Wind City?"
"Yes." Yan Bolai said in a low voice.
A sneer surfaced on the corners of Spiritual Master Zi Yang's mouth. "We have had a lot of dealings before."
Yan Bolai was aghast, but his face remained calm and collected. He changed from passive to active, asking aloud, "Why did Spiritual Master Zi Yang come here?"
"I saw this place was filled with evil spirits, so I came to have a look." Spiritual Master Zi Yang looked at the corpses and blood all over the ground of Wind City, and his heart was filled with grief. "I didn't expect you to do such a killing here, it's really hateful."
"Zi Yang, who do you think you are? You dare to control what I do? If I want to kill, I will kill, what can you do? " The Ghost King's character was violent and cruel. He was used to being the King of the Ghost Region, so he didn't like the way Spiritual Master Zi Yang spoke to him.
"Yes. What I, Gong Zhouyi, want to do, what does it have to do with you? You can't tell right from wrong, is a Taoist Spiritual Master so muddle-headed? "Gong Zhouyi also didn't like others talking to him condescendingly.
"Spiritual Master Zi Yang, listen to me." Yan Bolai hurriedly explained, pointing to the black dragon in the distance. "An evil dragon has appeared in the Divine continent, in order to prevent the evil dragon from committing crimes and plunging the people into misery and suffering, we gathered here to slaughter the evil dragon — — How can Spiritual Master say that we have killed without reason?"
Spiritual Master Zi Yang's eyes shifted to the huge black dragon, gazing at it for a long time before he gently sighed. "Can you understand what I'm saying?"
"— —" The black dragon didn't answer, just stared vigilantly at Spiritual Master Zi Yang's face and remained silent.
"You're my shepherd boy?" Spiritual Master Zi Yang asked again.
"— —"
In the dragon's eyes, the blood mist was boiling.
Soon, the blood mist dissipated once again.
In his pitch-black eyes, two hot tears rolled down.
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