The demon clan repeatedly inspected the magic baby born by the magic puppet, and the twelve patriarchs agreed to use troops against Huacheng.
But the demon puppet and the demons are of the same origin, and they don't intend to kill, so the demon king Yingchi decided to go there himself.
As soon as Xuhua returned to the painting city, he received a letter of war from the demons. The letter was written by Ying Chi himself, and the words are quite sincere. He repeatedly stated that conquest was not the purpose, and hoped to "use tea instead of swords, and sit down and discuss with each other."
Xu Hua's response was to immediately line up troops and ambushed Yingchi's former army of five thousand soldiers on the mountain on the only way to the painting city. The puppet was so bold that the demon clan made a fuss.
Jiuyuan Xianzong.
Every sect has some magic weapons that are not easily activated until an emergency. At this time, disciples of the Qi Sect erected a huge Xuanguang mirror in the center of the mirage platform.
The phantom of the Heavenly Demon Sanctuary was projected in the air, and the Nine Veins Palm Academy looked solemn.
Under the painting city, Mozun Yingchi's lips were tightly pursed, and his pupils were stained with a vast amount of demonic energy, which turned slightly purple. Behind him, Xian Ning, the head of the guard, said softly, "Mozun, this battle is imperative, and those old fellows have already made some complaints."
Of course Ying Chi knew that although the army's pressure was intended to intimidate, once blood was shed, the battle was unavoidable. He must gain something, otherwise the other party will lose 5,000 troops in front of him.
How can the old people of the twelve clans give up?
He lightly stroked the dark red gemstone ring on his hand, and said for a long time: "Attack the city with all your strength until the puppet is willing to surrender."
Xianning said: "It won't come down." Ying's eyes were like ice, but Xianning was not as afraid of him as others: "From the moment you use the goddess weeping dew and the snake blood, you should know , she won¡¯t surrender. There is no mercy in this battle, only death.¡±
Ying Chi punched him in the face, and Xian Ning's face was instantly covered in blood. He just wiped it casually and didn't back away.
The magic soldiers attacked the city, and the painted city was licked by the flames of war.
The four princes of the puppet, greed, thought, anger, and ignorance, are in charge of soldiers, and now it is the greedy king who leads the king to meet the enemy. Ying Chi stared at the battlefield, but his eyes searched around. The puppet lived in the painting city for a long time, and was usually very low-key and mysterious, never participating in a war. Therefore, the strength is a mystery.
Now it seems that the puppet's physique is not its strong point, so sword repair and sword repair are extremely rare among the fighters. Instead, it is known for its magic circle. Ying Chi felt at ease, no matter who suffered heavy casualties on both the enemy and us in this battle, it was his loss. Also, why hasn't that person shown up yet?
Jiuyuan Xianzong. In front of the Xuanguang mirror, the purple-black demon's breath was faintly shadowed, and Tian Quzi's eyes were dim. Although the strength of the puppet family is unknown, he can already estimate it just by looking at the defensive circle in Huacheng.
Huacheng has no spiritual veins.
Regardless of whether it is a fairy sect or a demon clan, the execution of spells requires the consumption of spiritual energy. When a disciple gets started, the first thing to do is to cast the body with spiritual energy. The spiritual pulse not only contains pure spiritual energy, but also makes the mountains and waters beautiful, the vegetation, the sun, the moon and the spiritual energy nourish each other and regenerate. If maintained properly, not only will the spiritual vein not be consumed, but it will become stronger and stronger.
Of course, such a treasure is destined to be rare. It is not surprising that the painting city is missing.
In the entire Xianzong, there are nine spiritual veins in Rongtian Mountain, and the first great sect was born, supporting the entire Taoist sect. The Demon Temple has only four spiritual veins. As for the Nine Dead Skynet, which is the soul of the magic circle, no one is willing to provoke it.
In this battle, the puppet has almost no chance of winning.
Of course, Jiuyuan Xianzong can't just sit back and watch the magic puppet forbidden in the demon circle. But how to intervene and when to intervene.
And she what is her plan?
If Huacheng is doomed to fail, will she consider accepting Jiuyuan Xianzong's conditions?
He was in a trance, and there was a low cry in his ear. Tian Quzi raised his head, and in the Xuanguang mirror, Xu Hua had her hair tied up with ribbons, her clothes were tied with beads, she was dressed in plain white, and she held a lotus lantern in her hand. She didn't seem to be on the battlefield, but looked for flowers on a moonlit night.
Ying Chi's eyes were glued, and the lotus lantern in Xu Hua's hand burst into light, and the light and shadow fell, and it ignited when it met someone. The magic soldiers screamed again and again. Behind Ying Chi, Xian Ning murmured: "The lotus lamp for pardoning the world."
? Forgive the world and forgive sins, birth and death reincarnation.
She came here with a light on, making mudras with one hand, taking one step at a time, the sea of ??blood surging. The charge of the magic army is of no avail, the top formation repair, the formation time is fast and precise, and the rocks, dust, light and shadow are her formation foundation.
She seemed to be right in front of her eyes, but her breath changed rapidly. The naked eye confuses the original mind, and it is difficult to distinguish the distance. It looks like a smooth road in front of you, but when you step on it, it is Cui Wei, the sand sea.
The magic soldiers were dizzy, and the lights of the lotus of She Shi were confused and overlapped. All of a sudden, there were heavy casualties.
In front of the Xuanguang Realm, the head of the Nine Meridians also showed a strange expression. Yulanzao said: "Thisis a formation repair?"
Dian Chunyi, head of Zhenzong, was deeply immersed in the Xuanguang mirror, and did not hear his words at all. Dao Zong Dachang?? asked with a faint smile, "Do you regret it?"
The greedy face turned serious, and the body stood upright: "I am willing to follow the puppet leader, go through life and death, and have no regrets forever."
Xuhua whispered: "Only the truly brave and fearless race can overlook freedom. The sacrifice is worth it, believe me."
Greedy voice is firm: "Never questioned."
The fierceness of the battle is beyond imagination.
Under the painting city, corpses piled up like mountains, blood flowed into rivers, and even the passing wind was tainted with hostility. Xu Hua's pace gradually slowed down. After such a long and bitter battle, the wick of the lotus lamp was about to burn out.
However, the spiritual power of the Linghuang Yaofeng is supported by four spiritual veins, which are endless. And the city gate closed behind her, and she had no way to turn back. Greedy was hit by several arrows and fell to the ground staggeringly. Xu Hua finally looked sideways slightly.
Tian Quzi stood outside the formation, and before he could speak, Ying Chi asked what he wanted to repeat: "Is it really not possible to think about it?"
Across the magic circle, he still had a vibrato.
Xu Huasu touched his clothes with his hands, blood dripped down like beads. "Consider?" She held the blood in her hands, and the snake blood was like silver flakes, mixed with it, sparkling in the red blood.
She whispered: "What qualifications do you have for me to consider?"
Ying Chi was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly there was a strong wave of spells in the Linghuang demon seal. This is¡¡
The defensive array of Huacheng.
Why didn't she open it until now? !
Tian Quzi's complexion changed, but he saw phantoms all over the sky, and countless broken consciousnesses twisted and rushed out of the lotus lantern for forgiveness of the world. The blood was water, and the bones were mud. The shattered spiritual consciousness of the fallen soldiers under the painting city turned into spiritual power, and in the endless mud, a tender sprout broke through the ground!
Then it suddenly became taller and thicker, with branches and leaves slanting horizontally, half covering the painting city.
It tried its best to stretch the branches, and the pale yellow buds bulged up one after another, blooming layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye, like scattered gold. Blood drips to add color to it.
The aroma of laurel fills the city of comics in an instant.
Although Linghuang Yaofeng has the support of Nine Skynets, Ying Chi still has the heart to persuade him to surrender, and he does not fully urge him to do so. At this time, it seemed to be hit by a huge impact, shaking the mountain for a while.
But the Linghuang Yaofeng is too powerful.
Still a little bit worse.
Ying Chi knew something was wrong, tried his best to control the magic circle, and his mind was shocked. Xu Hua finally raised her head to look at him. Even though her body was covered in blood, she was still proud and noble, like a winter plum blossoming on its branches facing thousands of frost and snow. Life and death do not obliterate her ambition, and pain makes her more beautiful. She asked again: "What qualifications do you have for me to consider?"
The last ray of flame from the Lotus Lantern of She Shi suddenly climbed onto her hand, climbed up her arm, and burned her body. Ying Chi took a step back in shock, her consciousness turned into light, and the lotus lantern that was about to go out suddenly reappeared in brilliance!
The clear light spread far and wide, and Yugui and Yugui leveraged each other's strength, and finally the Linghuang Yaofeng slammed loudly, and a crack appeared. In an instant, the crack widened, and Kazuki Jade Flower broke through its shackles and bloomed in the sky.
The lotus lantern of She Shi shattered to the ground.
Ying Chi withdrew the Linghuang demon seal, looked at the laurel towering into the clouds in front of him, and murmured: "Fragrant osmanthus in the sky, Fushu is in the middle of the moon. This is"
Tian Quzi continued for him: "It's immortal wood." The osmanthus branches that really grow in the middle of the moon, it's no wonder that all the puppets have sweet osmanthus fragrance on their bodies. In the painting city, there is such a fetish.
And Xuhua artificially created a spiritual vein using the flesh and spiritual knowledge of the demons and puppet soldiers who died in battle. Then use Gui as the spirit of the formation, and finally burn his soul to help, and finally live up to the power of this god, and build a real defensive formation for the painting city.
She succeeded.
The spiritual pulse is present, and the world is in turmoil. Ying Chi's grief is beyond words, but some people don't even have the qualifications to be hurt.
Tian Quzi turned his back to the Xuanguang mirror, and quickly formed a seal, condensing a few scattered wisps of spiritual consciousness against the remaining power of the Linghuang demon seal and the hostility of the world-forgiving lotus lamp. He bent down and picked up the fragments of the lotus lamp of forgiveness on the ground.
The shards were sharp and scratched his hand, but he lost consciousness.
In this story, he is just a phantom from beginning to end, watching other people's love and hatred, and has no right to be sad or happy.
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