The old man on the altar raised his head to the sky and roared, his eyes revealing extreme madness, and the hand that was pressed on his heart was clenched into a fist and slammed on his heart. The heart trembled, and even the heaven and earth trembled.

The millions of people under the altar shouted in unison, their expressions gloomy and sad.

The "blood ......" woman bent down and picked up a handful of blood-stained snow, the snow melted into blood and slowly slipped from her slender white fingers, "It's not enough ......"

She straightened up and walked barefoot across the cold earth, sorrow growing in her closed eyes, as if an invisible gaze swept all around.

There was gunsmoke everywhere, war everywhere, and dry bones everywhere.

She slowly raised her head, looked at Dongfang and said, "Blood, it's far from enough!" "It's not loud, it's not angry.

The whimpering north wind was cold and biting, and the slightly reproachful words spread with the cold wind, and a shocking killing force erupted in the battlefield.

"Kill!" Countless desolate demons raised their heads to the sky and roared in unison, this roar was earth-shattering, and in that roar, the sky trembled, and an indescribable momentum burst out from the countless desolate ancient demons, and it was even more integrated into this roar.

In the midst of that roar, the shock in his heart made the Terran warriors feel an irresistible bitterness.

"Open-Ming-" An earth-shattering roar erupted from the crowd.

The roar shook the sky, but it couldn't awaken the desperate desire to survive.

Everyone showed despair, watching the death that was constantly unfolding around them, from anger at the beginning to panic at the end.

They, back down!

Looking at the invaders that were several times larger, densely packed like endless invaders, they did not have the courage to fight any further.

In the midst of the surging army of skeletons, the woman stood on the throne of the black dragon, and plunged her killing sword straight into the ground to devour the flesh and blood of the living beings: "Use their blood to dye the sun in the eastern sky!" ”

The voice, with madness and cruelty, was chillingly cold.

Wherever the demon army passed, a piercing laughter and roar spread in all directions.

The Terrans retreated and retreated.

The old man's eyes were blood-red, his expression was hideous, and the madness revealed by that terrifying appearance made him look like a terrible ghost now.

"Hope...... Is there any hope...... What else ......?" the hoarse murmur was bitter, with a long mourning, floating out of the altar in the snowstorm, as if it merged with the wind, faintly indistinguishable.

"Open...... Bright! The old man roared sadly, his eyes, ears, nose and the corners of his mouth were all dripping with black blood, but there was still madness and persistence in his eyes.

From beginning to end, a group of people did not take half a step back, looking at the overwhelming battle situation, their faces showed determination, and their eyes swept the retreating compatriots, there was grief and indignation, helplessness, and blame, but there was no intention of retreating.

Behind them, are their people, their relatives, how can they retreat, how can they retreat?

No refund!

Even if you die, you have to build a human wall with flesh and blood!

With desolation, with determination, they looked up to the sky and shouted, desperate to kill.

A warrior, with his left arm directly torn apart, staggered back a few steps, his face hideous, roared, jumped to his feet, raised his right hand and threw a blood-stained spear with all his might.

The spear revealed a strong and extremely strong slaughter, with a madness, at an unbelievable speed, and went straight to the center of the woman's eyebrows who leaned over to pick up flowers.

If the spear could pierce through nothingness, it would come in an instant.

In an instant, everyone's hearts were lifted.

The woman seemed to wake up from a dream, and her movements were very slow.

When she slowly turned her face sideways, the blood-stained spear was already in front of her!

However, her expression was still calm, like a pool of stagnant water, without waves.

There was no panic, no surprise, not even any movement.

Just as the spear that was an inch from the center of her eyebrows was about to shoot in, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

With that shudder, the spear dissolved into crumbs inch by inch visible to the naked eye.

The woman straightened up, still holding a black flower bone, which slowly bloomed at her fingertips.

In the midst of the hideous laughter of the devil crying wolf, a red butterfly flew out of the blooming boneless flower and danced in the cold wind.

The warrior's pupils contracted suddenly, and he strode back.

It's just that the speed of the red butterfly is too fast, and before this person can retreat again, the red butterfly flapped its wings with a sense of the sky falling apart, and it approached in an instant with a roar that broke through the sky. Slammed into the warrior's chest.

His body crumbled in an instant, his flesh blurred. Its back burst open, and its bones shattered like blood-stained spears. In the blink of an eye, there was no flesh and blood, and the withered body fell straight to the ground, tumbling elsewhere.

The red butterfly flew out of it, flapping its wings, carrying the beauty of death and killing, peerless and bloody.

Red Butterfly hid behind the woman, and out of it was a handsome young man in a black robe with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his pale face was still a little childish.

Under the slender eyebrows, there are a pair of glass-colored eyes.

His expression was calm, and he also had compassion for all beings. However, there was a terrifying murderous aura around his body, but that murderous aura was so pure. It's as pure as if the whole world is filthy and dirty.

There was a red butterfly between the young man's eyebrows, flapping its wings as if it was about to fly into the world.

"Shenzhou Yin Worship, Hong En Guangji!"

As the young man walked out, a shout of respect sounded in the army of desolate demons.

The young man stood beside the woman, stood with his hands in his hands, bowed his head slightly, stared at the extreme east place in the depths of heaven and earth, and slowly spoke: "Open, bright." ”

As the boy's voice fell, an even louder roar erupted from the army of desolate demons.

In that roar, the mountains and rivers were turbulent, as if the earth was trembling.

From the beginning of the war, there has never been an end. In the endless darkness, I don't know the passage of time.

Everyone was exhausted, even the fierce demons were sitting in the back of the ancient army and devouring human flesh, only the tireless skeletons were extremely excited in the blood-colored moonlight.

The bloody white bones were scattered all over the ground, and some demons with unique tastes were still fighting in front of them, but all the Terrans who fell into their hands died extremely tragically. The skull was cut open, and Bai Huahua's brain was swallowed with blood, and he died a miserable death.

At the border south of the riverbank, puffs of thin black smoke rose from the collapsed city gates, apparently having been burned at one point. The ground inside the walls was messy, and there were shocking blood stains everywhere.

The long crowd slowly left the ruins, and there was still a faint black smoke rising from the city behind them, and there were ruins all over the ground, revealing a sense of desolation and sadness. Bursts of sobbing came from the crowd, and the cries echoed in the sky, making the hearts of all who heard it tingle as if it were about to drip blood.

(End of chapter)