Mountains of corpses and seas of fire, it was a complete mess.
The entire Flower Language Plains was no longer as beautiful as it used to be. It was full of holes and badly mutilated flesh. It looked even more ferocious and terrifying than the eighteen levels of purgatory.
This was the third day of the war between humans and demons.
When the millions of human army charged into Flower Language Plains, the first thing they faced was the abyss poison gas that was extremely harmful to their bodies. Those with weaker cultivations didn't even have time to fight before they felt dizzy and nauseous. Those with slightly stronger strength had just stabilized their minds in this extremely bad situation when they faced the first wave of ferocious attacks from the three-eyed demons.
The human race had not fought with the demons for tens of thousands of years and had no experience in slaughtering demons. Although the generals of the various countries preached the method of slaying demons time and time again before the war, they were still used to slashing and slashing with their swords during the real battle … but they neglected the three-eyed demon's third eye.
As a result, those severed limbs quickly grew back and then crushed the heads of the human soldiers who had not even had time to catch their breath.
Because they were not used to this kind of fighting method, the human race suffered a great loss in the early stages. It could be said that they were suppressed by the demons.
Fortunately, there were human experts opening the way in front and killing a large number of demons. This prevented the human race from fleeing in defeat and barely maintained a stalemate.
It was very difficult for the human race to kill the demons. The vitality of the demons was too tenacious and there were too many of them. They were densely packed like river carps and mountain rats. It was as if they could never be completely killed.
With the human expert Tai-shu Yongsheng and Ying Wuyu as the leaders, they fought against the Lord of the Abyss and his two high priests and eighteen demon generals. Li Muyang became the mobile army. With the power of a dragon, wherever there was danger, wherever the human race was at a disadvantage, he would charge over. With a dragon breath, a large area of the three-eyed demons would turn into dust …
Tai-shu Yongsheng and Ying Wuyu worked together to fight the Demon King. The master of Dragon Tiger Mountain and Buddhist monk Wuhui fought the two high priests of the demon race, Black Star and Wind Thief respectively. Black Star and Wind Bandit, the two high priests, were inseparable from each other. Their cultivation techniques were compatible with each other and could benefit each other. The Buddhist and Daoist sects also abandoned their previous sectarian bias and joined hands to kill the enemy and resist the Devil Race.
The 18 Devil Generals of the Devil Clan were also masters, and the Human Clan had more masters … In the Nine Nations of the Divine Land, several masters besieging a Devil General, even if they could not kill them immediately, they would not let them gain too much of an advantage.
What was hateful was that the Devil Race's vitality was really too tenacious. If you cut off one of its legs, it would quickly regrow another. If you cut off one of its hands, it would quickly regrow another.
The three-eyed demon attached great importance to his third eye. He would rather break his arms and legs than let it suffer any harm. Even if you wanted to destroy its third eye and destroy its source of power, it would not be an easy task.
During the three days of fighting, the number of the allied human forces decreased sharply, but the demon army still had a steady stream of new troops joining.
Only the heavens knew how many devil troops were hidden in the Flower Language Plain that was covered in thick black fog.
Moreover, because the entire vast Flower Language Plain was occupied by the Devil Race, Nu River was also under the control of the Devil Race.
Therefore, it was unknown whether the Devil Race would continuously surge up from the bottom of Nu River after the barrier passage between the Human Clan and the Devil Race was opened … It was still unknown how many Devil Race there were in the abyss.
Because from the beginning to the end, there had never been a Human Clan who entered that legendary place.
Tai-shu Yongsheng and Ying Wuyu were both first-class masters of the Divine Land, but compared with the Abyss Devil King who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years and had an immortal body, there was still a huge gap.
Every move of the Abyss Devil King was understated, elegant and calm, but no matter how complicated the sword move or the powerful killing move, it could be resolved by him in an instant.
This was like the Monkey King in the story of the Celestial Land who met the Gautama Buddha. No matter how powerful the Monkey King was, no matter how fast he was, no matter how fast he was, no matter how he dashed left and right, no matter how far he flew, he was still circling in the palm of the Gautama Buddha.
The spring breeze and drizzle were everywhere.
Tai-shu Yongsheng and Ying Wuyu had such a feeling in their hearts, this extremely frightening and uncomfortable … feeling of powerlessness.
Boom …
They saw Cui Xiaoxin's pair of white and plain little hands clap, and the bodies that Tai-shu Yongsheng and Ying Wuyu had managed to attack with great difficulty were slapped out.
Puff …
Ying Wuyu was trying to destroy the Devil King's third eye with his scepter, so he was more seriously injured. After being repelled, red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Tai-shu Yongsheng only felt annoyed in his chest, and the withered branch in his hand that was used as a long sword was also broken into powder. It should be known that because of the blessing of Vital Qi, this branch was much sharper and harder than ordinary swords made of ordinary iron.
However, when this sword pierced through and hit the invisible Gang Qi on the Devil King, it was so vulnerable.
After fighting for three days and three nights, Cui Xiaoxin, who was the Devil King's lodging, had her hair not messed up, her clothes were as good as new, her beautiful face was as perfect as before, and there was still a charming smile on the corner of her mouth.
"The two can be called the top masters of the Divine Land, but they are only so-so …" Cui Xiaoxin shook her head gently and said, "The long night is so lonely."
"…"
Tai-shu Yongsheng and Ying Wuyu looked at each other, feeling ashamed and helpless.
They also desperately wanted to kill this Devil King of the Abyss. As long as the Devil King was eliminated, the other Devil Race would naturally be defeated.
Although they did not personally experience it, they all knew the details of the battle tens of thousands of years ago. Although the rulers of the Human Race desperately wanted to destroy the true information of that Battle of the Abyss, for these rulers … it was because they knew it too well that they wanted to destroy it.
The first Battle of the Abyss was actually the 'Dragon Slaying War' recorded in history. It was mainly because tens of thousands of dragons soared into the sky to fight the Devil Race, and the Black Dragon King fought with the Lord of the Abyss and seriously injured the Devil King … Therefore, the Devil Race army fled and could not even land on the bank of Nu River.
Unfortunately, the times had changed!
A white figure flew over. It was Li Muyang, who had returned to his human form.
He landed between Ying Wuyu and Tai-shu Yongsheng and asked with concern, "Dean, State Preceptor, are you okay?"
"We're fine." Ying Wuyu shook his head. "It's just that the devil is ferocious, we can't touch him for a while."
"Muyang, remember Xiaoxin, this demon — — most likely has not shown his true strength."
"Hahaha — —" Cui Xiaoxin giggled, looking at Li Muyang. "It seems that everyone is looking forward to Muyang turning the tide. Just like tens of thousands of years ago, this is a duel between you and me. Li Muyang, are you ready? "
"Not the same as tens of thousands of years ago." Li Muyang said in a low voice.
"Oh?"
"Tens of thousands of years ago, it was the Black Dragon who fought against you — —" Li Muyang explained with a serious face. "I'm whiter than him — —"
"Hahaha — — yes, tens of thousands of years ago, the Black Dragon evolved into a White Dragon by chance — — Unfortunately, you only got a part of his ability, not all of it. The Dragon Race has countless secret manuals and almost infinite lifespan — — you have only cultivated for a few years and you want to compete against me? I'm afraid you're not as good as the Black Dragon, right? "
"The Demon Race has invaded and plunged the people into misery and suffering. We can only fight to the death. Whether we can compete or not is one thing, but I will never watch you encroach on the divine continent and become the master of the divine continent — — "Li Muyang said in a cold voice.
"I'm afraid I have to disappoint you." Cui Xiaoxin grinned. "Since I've come, I'm not going back."
"Then don't go back." As Li Muyang spoke, he clenched his right hand into a fist and punched out.
A giant white dragon roared and rushed over. It opened its bloody mouth and wanted to eat Cui Xiaoxin's delicate and thin body in one bite.
Frighten Dragon Fist!
Cui Xiaoxin floated motionlessly in the air, stretched out her hand and clutched the dragon's neck.
The dragon struggled, twisted, and then turned into a ball of light and shadow and disappeared.
Li Muyang knew that this level of attack could not hurt the Demon King. He clenched his hands into fists and threw out a series of eighty-one punches.
Rumble!
The punches were so fast that it was dazzling.
Eighty-one White Dragons soared into the sky and charged toward where Cui Xiaoxin was. They surrounded the Demon King from top to bottom, from north to south, and from east to west.
Each of the White Dragons bared their fangs and claws, and each of them let out a deafening roar.
This move was the Dragon Shackling Formation that Li Muyang had comprehended from 'Frighten Dragon Fist', and he named it 'Coiling Dragon Rising to Heaven'.
Even a real dragon would have to surrender in the face of such an attack. As for this Demon …
Whoosh!
Time suddenly stopped!
Everything in the world stopped.
The wind stopped blowing, people stopped moving, and the eighty-one White Dragons stopped attacking …
The only ones who could move were Cui Xiaoxin and the Lord of the Deep Caves.
She stretched out her hands. Her hands were as white and delicate as white jade.
She opened her arms, as if she was going to hug all the eighty-one White Dragons that were coming from all directions.
She first withdrew her arms, then suddenly opened them.
Boom …
A powerful white wave of light spread out in all directions, cutting the withered trees and short hills within a radius of several hundred kilometers in half.
Fortunately, Li Muyang and the others reacted quickly, or they would have been cut in half by the wave of energy.
The eighty-one White Dragons that Li Muyang had launched were crushed into a ball of light in the blink of an eye, which she then used to attack the enemy.
This kind of cultivation and strength … was simply unheard of.
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