My Fairy Clone Traveling Through the Eight Wastelands

The army of demon slaves and high-level treacherous demons in Fang City all stopped their attacks, and they all crawled to the ground towards the gap that was blasted out, as if to welcome their monarch.

For a moment, all the monks couldn't help but be stunned and looked at all this blankly.

They joined forces, they resisted, fought and retreated.

Even though their spiritual power is exhausted and their physical strength is exhausted, they are also frantically squeezing their potential.

Even if you die, you don't forget to hold on to the enemy, and you are drowned in the light of the spell.

There is no way back.

There is hope for them.

They are ready to put up a desperate resistance.

Fragments of brilliant light film flew in the air.

But like raindrops, it hit their hearts.

Inhaling an excessive amount of strange qi condensed into black threads on the surface of their bodies, eroding their sanity.

The people behind him cried in despair.

Now the hope of himself and others has been thrown into the mud, and I don't know whether I live or die.

The slowly approaching dark figure made their hands and feet cold, and the monstrous power made them unable to resist at all.

The weapon in his hand is so heavy.

Does all this still make sense.

。。。。。。

"Are you all stunned for what, waiting to give your life obediently?"

A bland and pleasant voice came, and their bloodshot eyes reflected a slender figure slowly rising into the air.

Everyone looked at the figure in disbelief.

The movement caused by the demon's blow just now had obviously exceeded the Jindan stage.

Even if a monk who majored in the physical body in the Jindan stage was hit head-on, he might not be able to follow, let alone a delicate female cultivator.

So everyone subconsciously thinks that after the other party eats the blow just now, the winner has been decided.

But she stepped forward.

Like a rising star.

Unswerving, cold and noble.

Foreshadowing the coming light.

She stood in the air, her eyes swept over the market, swept over a large area of demons, swept over a group of monks, and looked at the hundreds of thousands of people in the north who were in chaos.

Everywhere there were destroyed and collapsed houses, smoke from the rising gunpowder, broken limbs everywhere, and black and red blood pooled into rivers.

The once glamorous foundation building overhaulers have lost their demeanor and are weak.

The monks who desperately resisted the demon army were covered in blood, and even the hands holding their weapons were trembling.

Countless residents who sat on the ground and cried bitterly, even though their loved ones in their arms had lost their temperature, they still hugged tightly and refused to let go.

At the moment they are all looking at themselves.

His dim pupils reflected his own figure.

An unspeakable feeling weighed down on my heart.

It made her uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath and turned to look at the monstrous monster.

The face that has been clear and waveless has been as cold as frost.

Meanwhile.

Far away from here, in the Yunmeng Sect, Zhang Yuan stopped cultivating and opened his eyes.

He walked over to his bed.

"Flame!"

Far more powerful thunder and fire covered Ling Qingjue's whole body, condensing into a three-zhang tall giant outside her body, like a god, purple and red illuminating half of the sky.

Her momentum climbed rapidly, and the dust trembled faintly around her.

The demon standing in the air on the opposite side raised its head to the sky and let out a huge roar.

The black gas rises, and the magic power is monstrous.

Then he rushed directly towards the other party, bringing a violent wind.

The momentum of the small figure in front of him made him a little uneasy, and it immediately attacked.

Ling Qingjue looked at the treacherous demon attacking him.

"Good time."

Now that she is on fire, she just wants to deal with the other party as soon as possible.

The soles of the feet are strained.

"Bang!"

The huge Thunder and Fire Giant shot out suddenly.

"Boom !!"

The two sides collided together, exploding with a burst of strange aura and thunder.

There was a ripple visible to the naked eye, and a violent air explosion swept in all directions, flying sand and rocks.

The two warring sides also received this fierce blow and flew upside down.

The demon opened his mouth wide, and the black light of the riot was condensed in it, turning into a pillar of pitch-black light, which shot out suddenly.

Ling Qingjue looked at the oncoming pillar of light that was shooting towards him, and his face was calm.

"Flame Sword!"

Suddenly, a giant sword several zhang long appeared in the Thunder Fire Giant's hand and swung it forward suddenly.

A

violent sonic boom sounded as the giant sword split the jet-black pillar of light in two.

I didn't get hurt in the slightest.

Then she swung a huge purple-red sword light at the retreating demon, and she followed closely behind, deceiving herself to follow.

The demon didn't dodge when he saw the flying sword light, he was directly tough, and after leaving a huge wound, he swung his claws and intersected with the incoming giant sword.

"Phew!"

There were sparks and lightning in the clash of gold and iron.

The two sides retreated again.

The demon's huge wound squirmed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was back to its original state, and the black gas was swirling.

The Thunder and Fire Giant was still solid, holding a giant sword, and the flames flashed and thundered.

Then they attacked each other again.

Strange air, air explosions, explosions, thunder and lightning come and go.

The sky above the market is reflected in the flickering light and darkness.

Below, the army of demons also began to attack the human monks, and the war began again.

The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the frenzied roars were endless.