Chapter 761

The great battle outside the city lasted less than a day.

The beast tide came aggressively, but how could the Death-Defying Army within Lingtian Pass not be prepared for battle?

Without the command of powerhouses at the Demon Emperor level, Qin Baixiang sat in command of the East City, and the battle between the cultivators under his command and the demon beasts was completely a one-sided slaughter.

If it weren't for the Six-Winged Golden Cicada named An Ming appearing again later and leading the crowd away, I fear the direct troops of the Seven-Rhino Commander would have been completely buried outside Lingtian Pass.

Other experts did not know why, but they dared not ask more. Lan Mo Han was the highest commander, and he sat in this position relying on his own ability; no one dared to question his authority.

Reaching back with force, he suddenly threw Sun Wukong along with his long staff into the distance, instantly smashing him into a mountain peak.

Suddenly, Li Yu noticed that the child's corpse not far away on the ground moved without warning.

Walking to a quiet place, Feng Lingxi moved her mind slightly, and a chair appeared out of thin air in the void; the simulated chair was just like a real chair.

However, Alos, after all, did not have the super-strong attack power of Yafei, nor did he have the "injury-causing" type skills of the assassin profession that could reduce the enemy's healing effect.

The scene was a bit strange for a time; the few people who hadn't made a sound just now seemed to have been touched by some switch, suddenly starting to bicker. Fortunately, everyone generally knew what was most important now.

Among them, the Soul-Executing Magic Sand was even more indestructible, hidden in the Soul-Scattering Black Wind, unknown and unaware.

Although it was difficult, Shen Weisu felt that, fortunately, she could hold on, and she also experienced the other side of life; moreover, no matter what, Zhou Yanhua was silently supporting her by her side.

Now Yue Hao's heart was incomparably painful; both of these things were what he should do, otherwise, how could he have the face to see Cheng's father.

"When will you let me out? You said that as long as I admitted my mistake, you would let me go." Ruan Muxi looked up at him.

Yan Yue knew that being targeted by the Sect Master of Yunyang today was only because, in the other party's eyes, his aptitude was not good enough. However, regarding his own special nature, he had made up his mind that he would not tell unrelated people everything.

These people saw the Bright Knights passing through the corridor one after another, poking their heads out from the cracks in the prison gate, shouting loudly: "Let me out! Let me out!"

"President Xu, you don't mind giving me a ride, do you?" Wang Shiya, who had changed into a princess dress, came to the door of Xu Qian's car.

"Uh," Xiao Mingzhu looked up and saw that the Second Madam Zheng was full of anxiety and felt a bit dazed. She had been thinking about 008's words and hadn't heard what the Second Madam Zheng had said to her at all.

Almost at the same time, Lu Bai, dressed in black, walked over expressionlessly. In everyone's eyes, he had a slender build, a naturally unrestrained temperament, a steady and calm gait, and a unique posture.

The few regular script characters on the tombstone were so shocking that Zhao Lang retreated again and again, not even knowing that wax was dripping all over his palms.

Although the Li family of Xijing was powerful, what they relied on was only Li Xian alone, and that mysterious powerhouse possessed S-level martial arts, which was already terrifyingly abnormal; if he truly grew up...

"Just saying it, Brother Feng, no need to be nervous!" Zhu Yu waved his hand, and at the same time flicked his right foot, kicking the black cat that was desperately fawning over him away.

And the grain-drying field belonged to the jurisdiction of Elder Huang; because of Yan Yue alone, gravel was scattered all over the ground, and the ground was also unrecognizable. A new batch of spirit grain was about to ripen, and when the time came, there would be nowhere to dry it. When Elder Huang found out, he would definitely be furious.

Shyly glancing at Ming Yao, Linglong gently clipped it onto her hair; that shy and dripping appearance completely contradicted her title of violent loli.

Below, thunderous applause suddenly rang out, scaring away that butterfly that was slightly golden.

Watching the flames and toxins touch each other, instantly emitting black smoke, all of it was wrapped up by Zhang Yang using his spiritual sense.