blogombal Chapter 881
Chapter 881
The black fog swept across the sky, covering the sun and the sky.
Countless demons roared in, like a dark torrent.
The dragon energy of the Great Canglong swept across the sky, and his shriveled body seemed to swell up. The black and gold dragon robe fluttered, and the emperor's domineering power shook.
A blue light column shot up into the sky, and the dragon roar shook the sky.
"Those who want to kill me, covet my territory, are looking for death!"
"Kill!"
"Boom boom boom——"
Strong soul power brilliance of various colors bloomed from the eleven camps, and old soul masters, young and middle-aged soul masters, all appeared. All the soldiers were still afraid, but in such a military formation to resist the strong enemy, their courage and confidence were inspired, and they rushed out like a torrent.
The little monk Di Chenyao stuffed five chicken legs into his mouth, but he could only force four into his mouth. He couldn't fit the last one in. He was furious and threw away one of the chicken legs. He chewed the four chicken legs in his bulging mouth, clasped his greasy hands together, and spoke unclearly but his eyes were bright.
"Amitabha!"
"Little monk, I won't be greedy today!"
A sharp and delicate voice sounded,
"Don't block the way!"
"Bang!"
The little monk was blasted to the battlefield in front by the water waves. Long Youwei, who cast the water waves, had blue eyes surging with the luster of the sea, like a goddess of the deep sea, and also fought at the forefront.
The three-conscious fairy boy,
Yu Wenchou, and Yu Wudi and other peak eighth-level strongmen all followed behind.
"Keng——"
The gun energy was crisscrossed, and the energy penetrated all directions.
Even the friendly forces on the battlefield felt their skin being pierced and cut by needles.
A heroic female spear god with a high ponytail appeared. It was Yang Xiruo who had broken through to the eighth level. There was a mysterious figure in her body, a pair of beautiful eyes, and sharp spear rays rotating.
The help Luo Fanchen provided to her was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Yu Wenchou felt cold. Is he going to be unable to keep up with the version?
He couldn't beat the top ten sequences, couldn't fight against Luo Fanchen, the pervert, and even his woman was almost inferior?
Before he could speak, he was shocked.
The big cauldron shook, purple air rose, and a fairy covered with gauze flew on the purple cloud. It was Lin Shengyi who broke through to the eighth level. She had just broken through the eighth level, but her temperament and charm were transcendent, and the divine shadow in her body was dreamy and blurred.
"Shua shua——"
The dark atmosphere rolled behind the righteous army, and everyone was startled. They thought that there was an enemy attacking from behind, and a timid voice came from inside.
"Don't be afraid, I am the Saint of the Dark Temple."
Pink-haired Meimei also washed away the makeup, and could freely control bad luck without hurting her own people. The messy pink hair danced lightly in the wind, and the loose cloth clothes could not hide her extraordinary temperament.
"Boom boom——"
Little Fengxian with short golden hair and Huang Ning'er with big orange waves flew out with the Fire Phoenix and the Divine Phoenix. At such an age, they have reached a state close to the title, and even the reckless mentality of the Blood Demon Cult members was shocked.
"Why!"
"Why can these women improve their strength so quickly!!"
The Blood Demon Cult members roared with envy.
Why did most of them surrender to the Blood Demon Cult? To quickly improve their strength with the power of the Holy Spirit, but they found that they were blackened and deformed into such an ugly appearance, but they were not as fast as these women in improving their strength?
They were so jealous that they were deformed.
"Luo Fanchen!!!"
"Get out!"
"It's all because of you!"
The roar of anger and hatred was like a ghost. The old man with one arm and one leg had bloodshot eyes, disheveled hair, and a crazy look at the righteous army.
All the demons below the extraordinary trembled subconsciously.
A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow.
They are not afraid of any genius on the righteous side, but they are only afraid of that guy.
Even more evil than demons.
The top masters confronted each other in the sky, and the soul masters and demon armies gathered in the air and on the ground. The ground was shaking and trembling, and the spider webs and gullies appeared. The atmosphere was extremely tense.
No one expected the current situation.
The extraordinary people were just on the verge of war, and the war had not yet begun.
The four priests took the lead in fighting a young man who was not extraordinary. If it were normal times, those who were not extraordinary would be ants, and it would be difficult for them to be on the stage in such a war. Now they have become the absolute focus.
The White Tiger Emperor, Guan Canghai and other extraordinary people are also searching for Luo Fanchen's traces.
"Ah!!!"
The four priests did not search for Luo Fanchen, but roared angrily and glared at the Blue Dragon Emperor and others.
"Damn it, where did you hide that guy!"
"He escaped, didn't he!"
"Hahaha, the Tianjiao leader you believe in actually deserted the battlefield!"
"You all fought desperately, and he enjoyed all the respect, but betrayed your trust and ran away just to survive!""It's ridiculous!"
"Hahaha."
The four priests' sneers were extremely contemptuous, hitting the glorious image of Luo Fanchen in the hearts of the soldiers, but it didn't quench their thirst at all. He hated him and wanted to eat his flesh and blood.
"Did he really escape?"
The Blood Demon Sect Leader said faintly, "It's just as I guessed."
"If Luo Fanchen was a rational genius, he would not participate in such a targeted battle. If I were him, I would also avoid the edge and retreat to develop."
The White Tiger Emperor sneered, his pupils domineering and contemptuous:
"Haha, the world is so big, kill these old guys first, then where can Luo Fanchen escape to? The so-called development is just a joke in the face of the oppressive trend."
"Huh?"
The leader of the Golden Emperor Sect hesitated and asked in a voice transmission: "Where is Luo Fanchen!"
"When we need to stabilize people's hearts, where did he go? . "
King Tianwu shook his head and transmitted: "He can't be the kind of person who escapes without a word. I believe in my son-in-law."
King Yan said firmly: "I also believe in my brother Luo."
Lin Dingtian smiled and shook his head: "This sect master doesn't think that kid will escape. Although he looks like a sixth-class man, shrewd and calculating, he has some impulsive characteristics, a bit of loyalty, or stupidity, which makes him never be a truly qualified sixth-class man."
"What's the difference between you and clowns!"
"If he didn't escape, where is he?"
Ye Mingjia's ears flashed with deep black light, as if he could intercept the words transmitted.
"Hahaha, it seems that Luo Fanchen escaped from you!"
For a while, the little monk, Long Youwei and other Tianjiao's expressions changed,
The warriors' excited and passionate mood also stagnated for a moment, and they did not find Luo Fanchen.
But despite this,
They recalled the past, Luo Fanchen's efforts again and again, it is impossible, this time, he escaped!
Suddenly, some soldiers roared in the legion, daring to roar at the extraordinary of the Blood Demon Cult.
"Laugh, what can you do if you laugh? Luo Fanchen has paid enough for us. Even if he escapes, it's time for us to fight for him. Although it may not be very useful, we have done our best!"
"No, I firmly believe that Luo Fanchen will not escape from the battlefield!"
"Amitabha, the little monk escaped, and I feel that he will not escape either."
Long Youwei snorted coldly: "Although this princess doesn't like this arrogant guy now, I really don't think he is as dirty as you monsters say!"
"Boom!"
A sharp spear light rushed straight into the sky, blasting towards the four worshippers and the White Tiger Emperor who were extremely contemptuous. This scene shocked countless warriors and monsters.
Who is so bold that he dares to wave his gun at the strong men and doesn't care about his life?
Yang Xiruo's eyes were sharp, she held the Purple Lightning Divine Spear, her ponytail was flying, and her spear was pointed directly at the four priests. She just couldn't stand others slandering Luo Fanchen.
"Stop talking, thief. Since he's not here, he must be looking for a way to deal with you!"
Lei Zongzhu laughed mercilessly: "Little girl, I think you are blinded. With him, it's okay to mess with you juniors, but to deal with us? Hahaha."
"Look at him, does he dare to come out and die?"
Xuanwu Emperor said indifferently: "You are still talking about a junior on the battlefield, and you don't mind lowering your status. Let's deal with these annoying old enemies first."
"No hurry, how can this big show be without spectators?"
The Blood Demon Sect Leader completely ignored Yang Xiruo and others below. Only the powerful people of Canglong Emperor could catch his eye. The Sect Leader snapped his fingers.
A mirror appeared on the chest of the paper man, capturing the scene and sound of the battlefield.
"Boom boom boom!"
At the same time, above the major cities of the Soul Martial Continent, one Soul Saint-level demon after another gave up most of their flesh and blood essence, and a blood mirror also appeared on their chest.
The people who lived peacefully in the city looked up at the sky in fear.
The blood mirror shot out light and hit the sky, instantly reflecting the terrifying confrontation scene on the northwest battlefield.
The demons who released the blood mirror projection opened their arms and knelt down to the Blood Demon Leader, their eyes were fanatical, and their crazy roars resounded through the sky.
"Greetings, Leader!"
"Hehehe, the scum who survived on the Soul Martial Continent, the inferior fools, look at how the strong men you relied on and trusted died in wailing today..."