Eleven golden figures appeared in the void, and those demons were suddenly horrified, and their mouths let out a sound of earth-shattering anger, and eleven of them slaughtered towards these eleven golden people. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Eleven Golden Figures?" The Song people actually collected eleven golden people?" Haoran Daoren's face suddenly became a little ugly, he didn't expect the Song people to collect eleven golden people, but he was still a little glad in his heart that the Song people didn't completely collect the twelve.

At this time, the eleven golden people and the eleven evil demons were fighting around Pyongyang, and the huge forces collided together, forming a huge Gangfeng Qi, which was the ultimate collision of power, even if the Yin Yang Realm martial artist was rubbed, his bones would be broken.

During the battle between the eleven golden figures and the demons, Zhao Shuduan, who was far away in Yanjing, sat in the Dragon Head Palace, closed his eyes and pondered, pinning his heart and mind on these eleven golden figures and the twelve demon fighters, feeling the power and essence of the demons.

However, there are only eleven golden people, and they can't face the twelve demons, and the remaining one demon looks at the battle, and after looking around, he looks at Zhang Junbao in the void, opens his mouth and roars angrily, steps out, and smashes his fist.

Seeing this evil demon make a move, Zhang Junbao's face was solemn, he quickly chanted the spell in his mouth, and the curse mark of his hands, the Chixiao Sword suddenly rushed into the sky, turned into a ball of red gas, and slashed towards this demon.

"Emperor, poor thing!" There was a sneer on the demon's face, and a black axe condensed in front of the huge palm and slashed at the Chixiao Sword, and with a ding, the entire Chixiao Sword was smashed, and the axe of the demon's palm was directly shattered, but there was no harm to the demon's body.

This made Zhang Junbao's face change, and the dust in his hand shook slightly, and a huge Xuanwu appeared in the void, shaking his body and killing this demon.

"Roar!" The demon looked at this Xuanwu, his face showed disdain, he opened his mouth violently and drank, and the terrifying evil qi directly rushed towards Xuanwu, and with a bang, this Xuanwu directly shattered.

"That's all there is to it, haha, make it my sacrifice today!" the demon laughed, reaching for the Red Sky Sword.

"It's a good thing that these Song people didn't get together the twelve golden figures, otherwise it would have been terrible today. ”

The Haoran Daoist in the distance couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, and the demon laughed even more.

It's just that at this time, Zhao Shu, who was far away in the Yanjing Dragon Head Palace, lightly showed a sneer, and his long sleeves swept lightly, and when this sweep, the light of the Chixiao Sword on the side of Gaoli rose sharply, and the face of the demon who was about to hold the sword changed drastically, and he let out a tremor all over his body, and he was about to retreat, and his blood-red eyes showed a look of horror.

And the brilliance of the Chixiao Sword slowly condensed into Zhao Shu's appearance, with a flat crown on his head, wearing a golden dragon robe, with a cold face, looking down condescendingly at this evil demon as high as a mountain peak, looking at this evil demon with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to slowly press down.

The demon who wanted to run away suddenly exclaimed, desperately trying to leave, but his legs trembled, and he couldn't move a single bit, and his whole body trembled more and more, like a sift of chaff.

Zhao Shu's gaze showed a hint of sarcasm from the coldness: "The so-called twelve gods turned out to be just condensing the souls of those tragically dead gods in heaven and earth and turning them into monsters, and a master of the Heavenly Transformation level is also strong. ”

Zhao Shu said softly, his palm slowly pressed down, and it also turned into a thousand zhang size, and gently touched the top of the demon's head, at this time, the demon knelt on his knees in horror, bowed his head, as if surrendered, but the people around knew that the demon was desperately raising his head, but he was suppressed by a majestic force, and had to bow his head and surrender.

Zhao Shu looked at this evil demon and shouted softly: "Submit to me, I will help you cleanse your soul and cultivate to adulthood!"

"I am an ancient god, how can I be a mortal!"

The demon lowered his head, let out a low roar from his mouth, trembling all over, struggling with all his might, the blood-colored aura in his eyes kept flickering, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of Zhao Shu's power, and when he was halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.

Zhao Shu looked at the demon in front of him, his eyes were cold, and he grabbed the demon's hands directly, crushing the demon's head, and then pointed out, a red light like a sword was inserted into the demon's body, and in an instant, the demon's pitch-black body slowly turned red, and the crushed head slowly grew out.

After doing this, Zhao Shu said to Zhang Junbao: "Junbao, I have already smashed the Chixiao Sword into this demon's body, re-refined his strength and consciousness, and now he is just a giant monster at the peak of the Heavenly and Human Realm, although he has descended to a realm, it is enough to drive away." ”

After Zhao Shu finished speaking, he slowly disappeared, and Zhang Junbao bowed down and said, "Congratulations to Your Majesty!"

After Zhang Junbao finished speaking, Zhao Shu's thoughts disappeared completely, and the proud demon knelt on the ground and said to Zhang Junbao: "Please command!"

"Haha, good, good!"

Hearing the words of this evil demon, Zhang Junbao's face suddenly showed a look of ecstasy, but the shock in his heart was extreme, compared to Zhang Junbao's shock, the Haoran Taoist had already described it as frightened at this time, and his eyes showed a look of horror looking at the disappeared Zhao Shu's thoughts.

"Just a trace of thought can subdue the master of the Heavenly Transformation Realm, and even transform his divine soul and mind, this is no longer a strength to describe, could it be that this Zhao Shu has really become the creator, and one thought can achieve creation, or to a stronger realm. ”

Thinking of this, the frightened look on his face became even heavier, the remaining eleven demons were all restrained by the golden people, fighting hard, but they could not avoid the entanglement of these golden people, especially after losing an evil demon, the strength of these evil demons was even weaker.

"National Teacher, I think we should retreat!" Old Seng Li also saw Zhao Shu's strength just now, and all he had in his heart was to run away, and he dared to stay here, especially when the demon he thought was invincible was subdued by a trace of people's thoughts, which made him unacceptable, he was also full of terror, and he made up his mind that he would not go to the Great Song Dynasty in the future.

Haoran Taoist looked at this old monk Li, and saw that although his face was indifferent, his eyes were full of horror, and then he looked at the Jurchen master behind him, his face was also full of horror, there was the slightest sense of war, he wanted to comfort everyone and advise morale, but when he wanted to open his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

But he knew that he had to boost his morale, and said solemnly at the moment: "That Zhao Shu is just a trace of his mind in the sword, and now without such heavenly and earthly treasures, we can completely kill these Song people, as long as we destroy these Jin people, we can set foot on Goryeo." ”

As soon as Haoran Daoist finished speaking, a huge shadow was suddenly cast on his mouth, and everyone couldn't help but look up and saw a huge red giant bird appear in the air, with its wings spread out, exuding a terrifying aura.

Before everyone could understand, the earth shook, and a huge green dragon smashed countless trees, leveled the mountains, and appeared in front of everyone, and on the other side, a huge Xuanwu came out of the ground, and a white tiger roared in the sky.

"Run!" Seeing these four giant beasts, what twelve demons did the old monk Li take care of, he turned around and shouted, and then ran wildly, and those Jurchen masters still had the intention of staying, and ran away. (To be continued.) )