The eldest prince's brain is blank, he joined the army at the age of 12, and has fought hundreds of battles along the way, but it is the first time to fight such a desperate battle.

All command, coordination, and tactics became useless, and he could only turn himself into a beast, howling, roaring, picking up a spear and rushing forward.

More than a dozen Zhangba spears poked under the lip of the abdomen, and Xingtian was actually knocked to the ground. He rolled with all his might, snapping all the spears that poked at his body, and wielding his axe to smash the four rain-mixed pythons.

The middle-aged Taoist spurted out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground weakly. Wen Hu's eyes widened, looking at the scene in front of him, his limbs trembled.

Xingtian had gone berserk, frantically wielding the big axe in his hand, ignoring the continuous cracking of the wounds on his body, and the blood that had spread into a river.

Axe after axe, killing the armor soldiers in all directions.

The eldest prince was smashed over by the corpse, and he let out a senseless roar, and he didn't know whether he was crying or roaring.

Iron Mask was tossed aside, and his helmet fell to the side. On his face, rain, mud, tears, and blood were mixed together, gritting his teeth, and continuing to charge.

Powerlessness, deep powerlessness.

In order to be ten times the enemy army, they are also sure to win in one battle, but in the face of this monster in front of them, this terrifying god and demon, the pride of the past was crushed into the dirt.

As far as the eye can see, there are only a dozen lonely ones left. Suddenly, the heart ached.

Just when everyone was desperate, a tall figure roared in, it was the Tiger Daoist.

The iron rod glowing with golden light was clenched by his hands, jumped high into the air, and then slashed down.

The golden monkey rose up with a thousand sticks, and Yuyu clarified thousands of miles.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, the wind rolled up, the air waves rolled in, and the wind and rain rolled upside down.

Xing Tian was smashed to his knees with a stick, and the axe came out of his hand and smashed to the other side.

He put his hands on the ground and tried to get up, but then he slammed down again.

Bang!

The heavy rain stopped suddenly, and the dark clouds were chaotic.

Xingtian fell to the ground, and then the third, fourth, and fifth sticks......

One stick after another, there were one thunderous bang after another, and the entire upper body of Xingtian was smashed into a puddle of flesh, and the Tiger Daoist stopped panting with the iron rod.

In the sky, the clouds and rain dispersed. The sun was shining all over the land, and before you knew it, the night had passed, and it was already the next morning. A rainbow of twists and turns across the river, exuding a brilliant brilliance.

At this moment, the air seems to exude magic, just take a breath, and you will be refreshed.

Everyone, seeing the scene in front of them, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged Taoist lay on the ground, his eyes widened, a childlike smile appeared on his face, and he whispered, "Master." ”

100 years ago, the Tiger Daoist also appeared in such a posture of standing up to the sky and the earth, and fished him out of the pool of blood.

Today, 100 years later, the Tiger Daoist reappeared, and an iron rod beat the desperate gods and demons to death.

However, the smile of the middle-aged Taoist had just bloomed, and the armor soldiers had just breathed a sigh of relief, some sat on the ground, some knelt on the ground, and the eldest prince walked towards the middle-aged Taoist, and at this time, a sudden change occurred.

Originally, the upper body had been beaten into a puddle of flesh, as if time had gone back, and the flesh-like upper body quickly returned to its original state.

He stretched out his thick arms, pushed himself to the ground, stood up, and then bent down and grabbed the huge axe, and then straightened up.

On his body, all injuries have disappeared. Not only that, but he seems to be even taller.

Illusion?

No, not a delusion.

Compared with the Tiger Daoist, he is indeed taller, at least two percent taller.

Everyone, the smiles on their faces froze.

The eldest prince who had just limped to the middle-aged Taoist looked gloomy, he grabbed the middle-aged Taoist by the collar and asked sharply, "What's going on?"

The smile on the face of the middle-aged Taoist was more ugly than crying: "We succeeded, in order to save his life, this god and demon inhaled all the anger into his body and reshaped his body. The people in the lower reaches of the entire river were saved. But now, this god and demon has not only recovered its peak, but also become more powerful, and we are dead. ”

The eldest prince's cheeks twitched, and after a moment, he pulled out a gold medal, pulled Wen Hu, who was standing on the side, and roared in a dry voice: "Take it, go west, I'll wait for you to delay time." ”

Wen Hu shook his head violently, if the eldest prince died, how could he be better, so he gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed resolutely, and he hurriedly said: "No, eldest prince, you can go." ”

"I don't have that much time to be polite to you. The eldest prince took a deep breath: "You are the Iron Eagle Guard, you are better at escaping than us, and among the people present, only you have the greatest chance of escaping." ”

He gritted his teeth viciously and said: "This is a military order, we wait for brothers, we can't die in vain." ”

As he spoke, he resolutely turned around, carried his spear, and limped towards the tall god and demon.

The middle-aged Taoist had a bitter face, and he also took out a jade pendant and handed it to Wen Hu: "This is my promise to the eldest prince, which records this battle of slaughtering gods, you take it, and you must hand it over to Kunlun." ”

The rest of the armor soldiers stood up trembling again, gathered towards the eldest prince, and let out a desperate cry of sorrow from their mouths.

They sang a tragic song, threw away their helmets and armors, and with tears in their eyes, they walked towards the gods and demons step by step.

Wen Hu took the jade pendant and the gold medal, no longer hesitated, stepped forward, and fled towards the west with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The middle-aged Taoist sat up hard and said to the little Taoist priests beside him: "Disciples, I'm sorry, I hurt you for the teacher." ”

The Tiger Daoist was covered in blood, and he took a step forward with all his might, and then a cloud of blood mist exploded on him, and his tall body fell to the ground with a bang.

Lying on the ground, he couldn't exert any strength, so he could only raise his head with difficulty, watching more than a dozen shaking figures walk towards Xingtian step by step to send him to death, and let out an unwilling roar.

And a mile away from here, the big mouth wrapped around the wrist of the ghost cry squirmed with difficulty.

Now, the state of ghost crying is very strange.

He was clearly in a coma, but he was conscious. Even though his eyes are closed, he can see his surroundings clearly. Even, to be able to see yourself. However, the field of vision is limited, and you can only see within a radius of three zhang, and farther away, there is a fog.

Now, he has fallen into a state of soul and body separation. He clearly felt that the suction from hell was getting bigger and bigger, and the loss of demonic energy was getting faster and faster. When the demonic energy is completely lost, he will die again and be dragged back to hell again.

"No, you can't sit still. ”

Ghost Cry became anxious, and the fear of hell made him lose his mind, and then, he embarked on an extreme path.

For a long time, Devil Cry has shown this side of people, but there is another side of him that has been suppressed. But now, with the state of separation of soul and flesh, the other half is gradually awakening.

Sharp canine teeth, growing rapidly. The skin on the body is getting paler and paler. Demonic, getting colder and colder. A naked malice, indicating the spread of reckless behavior.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes. The red eyes, through the narrow slits of the eyes, inspect the outside world. At the same time, he is also in a state of soul through these eyes, wantonly scanning the outside world.

The two feelings, however, are integrated into one, which seems to be extremely chaotic, but inexplicably unified.