Chapter 1606

At the command of the sixth Prince of magic dragon from the top level, even if the eight generals are no longer willing, they can only call on their own demons to withdraw.

On the other hand, the warrior side is at a loss.

"The devil has retreated?" At the front of the battlefield, a bloody great master almost broke his sword and was full of gaps.

As soon as he killed a demon four or five meters in size, half a man and half a sheep, with a long tail, he took off all his strength and couldn't lift any more.

There is no doubt that next, waiting for him, will be more than ten meters away, other demons rushed to kill him miserably!

But the great master closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he was not attacked by any demons. He opened his eyes again in a daze, but saw the scene in front of him that he almost couldn't believe.

Originally black, like the black tide, one after another, it seems that they are never afraid of death. The demons who rush up crazily are retreating!

The demon army is retreating like a tide!

What's going on?

How is that possible?

What happened?

Similar scenes happen in every corner of the battlefield at the same time. All the survivors are shocked and at a loss.

After decades of fighting, they have killed countless companions, and all of them have been indifferent to life and death. Even, many people feel that their life, will not see the end of the demon battlefield that day.

But happiness comes too suddenly.

When the demon army really began to retreat, everyone was silly, and there was a kind of emptiness in their hearts.

During the long fighting, they are almost used to living in battle and death all day long. They seldom think about what they need to do after the war.

A warrior staggered to his feet and walked to his dead companion two meters away. He only had half of the broken knife in his hand and inserted it into the ground. He knelt down on one knee, reached for his hand, closed his angry eyes and whispered:

"The mountains are so majestic, the sky is so vast, the body is dead, and the sun is buried in the mountains... The soul comes back to see the country, the soul comes back to see the mountains and rivers, the soul comes back to keep the family forever!"

A desolate elegy is like a switch. On the battlefield, one warrior after another comes to his companions and sings the song of soul burial in a low voice.

Singing, slowly gathered in one place, gradually resounding through the world.

Come back!

Come back!

Come back!!

……

Over Xuankong city.

At this time, the surface of the Chinese Army's war boat has lost its brilliance, but it has a more tragic feeling. Everywhere, it is full of knife marks and incomplete repair.

Looking at the four directions, there were less than a hundred floating combat boats, which covered the sky and covered the sky.

Heaven and earth.

All the warriors were stunned, watching the retreat of the demon army blankly and dully.

However

At this time, with the demons suddenly retreat, the outbreak of another battlefield, but fell into a strange.

For XueYue, the leader of the desert God cult, it is not once or twice to make war profits through the demon battlefield.

In the thirtieth year of the outbreak of the demon battlefield, he had secretly let the followers of the famine cult engage in destruction, blood sacrifice and secret hand everywhere on the battlefield. Finally, today, it's time to launch a general attack.

Under the pressure of the demon army, Xuankong city was in danger. In addition to the turmoil of the wild God cult, XueYue broke through the defense line of the city's warriors in just an hour.

Thousands of great masters and great masters fell one after another with a knife behind them.

In the huge Xuankong City, the demon army outside the city retreated like a black tide, but in the city, countless corpses fell to the ground. The blood gathered into a river, and the ground inside the city was dyed red.

Only a small number of martial arts masters have died. It's the ordinary people who gather in the only safe city from all directions that make the city bloody.

As far as the uncultivated deities are concerned, their blood sacrifice does not require any strength. As long as it is life, the weakest ordinary people are also sacrifices, even the main body of every blood sacrifice.

Because the strong can't kill, the weak are like chickens and dogs.

At this time, no one would have expected such a tragedy.

Just over an hour.

Most of the Xuankong city fell.

Even the warriors who watched the demons retreat outside the city didn't know the despair in the city. People who died inside the city don't know what happened outside.

A few of the surviving powerful warriors scattered and fled, trying to escape from the city.

XueYue walks in the streets of Xuankong city.

Where they passed, they were full of burning fires and fallen corpses.

On the ground are the marks of pitted fighting, blood along the terrain, from all directions to these pits.

This city, in the eyes of XueYue, will soon become a dead city of blood sacrifice.

When he looked at it, he saw that there was no one alive, but all kinds of dead bodies.

The strong people of the wild god religion are jumping and running in the streets, looking for any survivors and killing them.

"Poor weak ones." XueYue sighed and murmured: "it's not good to put down all resistance and share your life with our Lord and get spiritual satisfaction? You have to struggle like a wild dog. "

He walked slowly through a ruin.

"Mom, mom... Where are you?"

A ruins, suddenly by a young hand to open, and then a little girl with a disheartened face climbed out, shouting his mother.

But the next second.

Whoa!

A flash of red light pierced the air, tearing the little girl's body in half.

In the air, the girl's hands were flying open, as if praying for her mother's embrace.

"Mom?"

XueYue took back her fingers, her face was expressionless, shook her head and sighed: "this world is full of the pity of the weak... It's so noisy!"

He turned to another direction, not far away from the ruins, a pair of eyes full of tears, biting his lips, blood is soaked in the sand nearby.

The master of these eyes is a congenital master, a woman and a mother.

For decades since the demon battlefield broke out, she knew that one day she would die, but she should die in the hands of the demon and in front of her daughter.

But now

"No, no! Once called out, I will die! Then there will be no more hope of revenge! " Women's tears, a little bit out, silent, but the heart is almost hoarse cry.

But the next second.

Boom

In the sky, suddenly tore a black crack, countless black meteors fell from the sky, falling in all parts of the city.

Large areas of buildings collapsed, and the survivors hidden in them were smashed.

One of them, coincidentally, just landed on the top of the ruins where the woman was. For a moment, among the scattered shockwaves and debris, only a tearful face was seen, full of the desperate face of the unwilling woman.