"Fire from heaven is coming!" The hot-tempered leader Duan took the lead in attacking. He opened his arms and rushed up with his mighty body. A thick column of fire shot straight into the sky.
Pillars of fire opened in the night sky, dyeing the clouds a gorgeous red, and the entire country was illuminated by the flames.
Soon, fireballs and meteors broke through the clouds and covered the official roads and wilderness outside the city. The fire from the sky was descending, and it was a spectacular sight.
Tuoba Guanghe let the fireball hit him without dodging it, and said coldly: "A mere trifle."
Occasionally a fireball would hit him, causing only a charred area of burned skin that would heal in a breath.
Chuan Qingyang pressed lightly with his index finger, and Gang Leader Duan, whose whole body was burning with flames, swooped down towards Tuoba Guanghe like a puppet.
Xiao Yuan drew his hands in the air again, condensing a magic spell to transform Zhuo into the appearance of Gang Leader Duan. A scarecrow stood on the table, with his hands clasped together and his head lowered, muttering something as if he was worshiping Buddha in a temple.
The Palace Master opened her mouth and sang a passionate song, and the anger on Duan Bangzhu's face suddenly rose.
The muscles on Tuoba Guanghe's back swelled and his energy surged, flowing into his eight arms and transforming into fist force, which suddenly blasted out.
"boom!"
Eight fists hit Gang Leader Duan who was swooping down, tearing him into thousands of streams of fire. Gang Leader Duan appeared silently and merged behind Tuoba Guanghe, with his palms pressed against the muscular, metallic-looking inner back.
Despite Tuoba Guanghe's status, he didn't notice the enemy attack in the first place. Xiaoyuan's prayer behind him covered up the movement of Huo Xing and ensured that Gang Leader Duan's attack would be successful.
With her dominant status, the success rate of such small details can be guaranteed, but if it involves the outcome of the war, it will definitely be ineffective.
Crack, crack, white frost condensed on Tuoba Guanghe's back and spread rapidly.
The ability of a master-level fire master can steal both substantial and insubstantial flames, the latter of which represents "temperature".
Gang Leader Duan stole the temperature from Tuoba Guanghe's body and froze his internal organs. After succeeding, Gang Leader Duan immediately retreated and never stayed with Tuoba Guanghe for long.
Although the Fire Master has great confidence in close combat, if the enemy is a grandmaster-level ancient war god, it is another matter.
“Click.”
Tuoba Guanghe's body was stiff and his joints felt like they were filled with lead.
Seizing the opportunity, Fu Qingyang, blessed by the singing, transformed himself into a sharp sword light and rushed out, piercing Tuoba Guanghe's chest with his sword.
There was a crisp sound of hard shells breaking, and spider-web-like cracks appeared in the iron-like muscles.
Tuoba Guanghe's eyes widened, and blood rushed through his veins like rivers, dispelling the chill.
Just then, starlight lit up from behind him.
Princess Yin Yao, who had been prepared for a long time, walked out from the starlight, with a dark aura like deep black smoke rising behind her.
A number of sealed talismans rushed out from the yin energy and fell like rain on Tuoba Guanghe's back, accompanied by thunderous drum sounds that just dissipated the chill.
The best warrior in the North suddenly felt his thinking become slow, as if he had just woken up from a hangover, with a headache, dizziness, and difficulty in movement.
This feeling is not serious, but it is not light either. After all, the Soul Sealing Talisman is one of the core abilities of the Spirit Seal.
The strength of the Bewitching Demon's spirit is average, not as strong as the Void One and the Sun-Wandering God.
So it was still affected.
Chuan Qingyang flicked his finger and a blood bead shot out, and the blood bead shot towards the small circle in the air. This was Tuoba Guanghe's blood that he had secretly collected in the previous battle.
Xiaoyuan stretched out her hand to catch the blood bead and channeled it into the scarecrow, which immediately turned into the appearance of Tuoba Guanghe.
Then she picked up the seal with black characters on a yellow background that she had prepared and pasted it on the scarecrow's torso.
The scarecrow was shaking with black flames rising from it. Tuoba Guanghe, who was in a daze, had his body burning with black flames. He rarely let out a low roar of pain, as if he was in severe pain.
"Aha!" Gang Leader Duan shouted, and formed a ball of blazing white fire with his palm. He flashed in front of Tuoba Guanghe like a shadow and slapped him hard on the chest!
boom!
The violent explosion blew the ninth-level war god away. The expanding flames were like a miniature nuclear bomb. The mushroom cloud rose to a height of one hundred meters and the shock wave spread rapidly, blowing away all the dust, corpses, and weapon fragments left over from the war.
Tuoba Guanghe, whose chest was carbonized in a large area, instantly got rid of all the negative effects of his passive skill "Bloodthirsty Fury". After being promoted to the Ancient God of War, he will undergo a qualitative change.
When receiving a certain degree of damage, it will stimulate a high fighting spirit and remove all states such as dizziness, confinement, and freezing.
Fu Qingyang, the Officer in Charge of Stopping Killing, Princess Yin Yao and Gang Leader Duan attacked Tuoba Guanghe from four directions at the same time.
Tuoba Guanghe pinched his hand seals and formed the image of the Vajra Dharma King, transforming into a Dharma body that was as black as ink and had a majestic and precious appearance.
Suddenly, a mud-like substance flowed out from the top of the ink-black Dharma image. The originally solid Dharma image seemed to have suffered severe pollution and quickly became thin.
In the distance, the scarecrow in Xiaoyuan's hand was covered with a layer of incense ash, which was a means of defilement by evil spirits.
The attacks of the four masters fell on the Dharma body, causing it to shake violently and countless cracks appeared on the already illusory body.
"roar!"
Tuoba Guanghe raised his head and roared, the sound waves were deafening, and the city wall a few hundred meters away made a "crack" sound and cracks appeared.
The eardrums of the four masters ruptured at the same time, causing nausea and disturbance.
Tuoba Guanghe dispersed his Dharma body, and his eight arms suddenly appeared. He used the Chang Dao to block the sword finger of Chuan Qingyang, pierced through Gang Leader Duan's chest with the Chang Spear, and stabbed the Palace Master with the Chang Sword. The other four arms knocked down Princess Yin Yao, and then he grabbed her wrists and ankles and exerted force violently.
There were tearing sounds coming from Princess Yin Yao's limbs. At this time, dense silk threads wrapped around Tuoba Guanghe's hands, feet and body.
Tuoba Guanghe raised his sword-holding arm and was about to chop when he suddenly saw the beauty with spring in her eyes, rosy cheeks, and a rosy little mouth that seemed to be the most delicious thing in the world.
For a moment, he felt a strong sense of possession, love and pity for her, and the sword in his hand stopped in mid-air, and he could not cut it down.
In just a moment of distraction, Princess Yin Yao turned into starlight and dissipated, escaping the fate of being torn apart.
The drama of three heroes fighting Lu Bu, no, four heroes fighting Lu Bu unfolded outside the city. Tuoba Guanghe had three heads and six arms, and was not at all at a disadvantage when fighting one against four. He fought on all sides with eight arms, and facing the siege of four overlords, he did not show any sign of fatigue or decline.
The ancient god of war was best at group battles, and to him, there was no difference between four people and one person.
On the other hand, in the Southern Dynasty camp, Fu Qingyang, Gang Leader Duan and Princess Yin Yao suffered heavy losses. Although the former had the ability of insight, he was unable to avoid the fist explosions, sonic attacks and the like.
The latter, on the other hand, was not at a high enough level, and as a melee profession, he was suppressed by the ancient war god of a higher rank. He nearly lost his life several times, and was only saved by the abundant milk of the Palace Master.
“Boom boom boom!”
On the top of the city wall, Zhang Yuanqing's cheeks were covered with tears and blood. The blood in his nose and the blood at the corners of his mouth mixed together and kept dripping onto the blue-black animal skin covered with patterns.
The battle reached a white-hot stage, and he dared not stop beating the drums for even a moment. At first, he could still complain in his heart, "You can't even win with four against one? Are you useless? You are just a level nine ancient war god, and you are fighting for so long?"
Later, faster, faster, I can't hold on any longer, can I take back what I said about the emperor guarding the country's gates?
Later, the only thing left in his mind was saving the children, which is still one of the few thoughts in his mind.
He is not in a semi-comatose state yet, and is playing the drums entirely by willpower. He may pass out at any time due to the severe pain of his soul being torn apart.
Fu Qingyang, who had been paying attention to Yuanshi's condition, suddenly said: "Are you ready? Yuanshi is dying."
The hem of the widow's skirt suddenly exploded, and thousands of green silk threads wrapped around Tuoba Guanghe, binding him up and wrapping him up like a dumpling.
Tuoba Guanghe gathered his Qi and tensed his muscles, just about to break the red thread, when suddenly he heard a baby crying in his abdomen!
Wow, wow, from faint to loud, Lin Tuoba Guanghe's abdomen continued to expand, and in an instant he became a pregnant woman.
Since the beginning of the battle, the Lord of Zhisha Palace has been trying to make Tuoba Guanghe pregnant, but the gap in level between the two sides is too big, and he has failed every time.
But the fertility force accumulated quietly and silently, and finally at this moment Tuoba Guanghe's belly swelled successfully. As the baby took shape, Tuoba Guanghe's strength weakened like the tide.
As if they had discussed it long ago, Xiaoyuan in the distance first offered incense ash from the scarecrow forest, causing mud-like filthy liquid to flow from Tuoba Guanghe's head, further weakening his strength.
Then he grabbed Fu Qingyang, and the blood that bounced out smeared on the scarecrow.
"call!
Black flames burned on Tuoba Guanghe's body.
Gang leader Duan seized the opportunity and repeated his old trick, placing his palm on the back wrapped in red thread and performing the "stealing fire" skill, depriving Tuoba Guanghe of his warmth and freezing his blood and internal organs.
Fu Qingyang stabbed Tuoba Guanghe's chest with his fingers like a sword.
At this moment, he suddenly sensed danger and said in a deep voice: "Retreat quickly!"
The next second, Tuoba Guanghe's aura collapsed inward and disappeared completely. Suddenly, an unimaginably powerful suction force emerged from his body, absorbing all living things around him.
The Palace Master and Xiao Yuan did not get close, and quickly left upon hearing this, but Princess Yin Yao was a Yin creature, not a normal life force, and was not affected by the power of the cyclone.
Gang Leader Duan was in a close proximity with Tuoba Guanghe and was unable to break away in time, so he was sucked into the cyclone, with his entire body firmly attached to Tuoba Guanghe's back.
His skin lost its luster, his flesh and blood shrank quickly, and his blood and energy were like a flood that broke through a dam and were sucked into the cyclone.
At the same time, streams of blood mist rose into the sky in the city, drifted out of the city, were attracted by the vortex created by the cyclone, and swirled into Tuoba Guanghe's body.
These are the qi and blood of ordinary soldiers and civilians. Because the distance is far, the saints with profound cultivation are not affected. A small part of their extraordinary qi and blood overflows, while ordinary people's essence and blood are instantly dried up and turned into tonics.
Tuoba Guanghe's originally weakened spirit suddenly rose steadily, like a tide.
The bewitching demon is bloodthirsty and violent. In the extraordinary and saint stages, he needs to kill people to activate his passive ability. But when he reaches the dominant level, his skills undergo a qualitative change. He can absorb the essence and blood of creatures at a lower life level than himself through the air and deprive them of it forcefully.
Of course, the Qi and blood of an ordinary person is not enough for him to recover so quickly. It is mainly the Qi and blood of Gang Leader Duan that is a great tonic for him.
Palace Master Fu Qingyang and Xiao Yuan's faces changed drastically. Tuoba Guanghe was a ninth-level master. Under the suppression of his status, if they entered the cyclone range, their essence and blood would inevitably be absorbed, which could not be resisted by defensive items.
As the God of Life and Death, the Palace Master was not afraid of being sucked dry, but her efforts to rescue Gang Leader Duan were like offering blood to her doorstep. Only Princess Yin Yao tirelessly cast spells to attack, but the damage she caused was minimal.
“No, if this continues, all our efforts will be wasted.” Gang Leader Duan felt the weakest he had ever felt since he entered the Grandmaster realm.
Just like an old man who is about to die, he is so old that he may lose strength, faint and die at any time.
His body was getting weaker and weaker, but the Fire Master's stubbornness and self-esteem were like a raging fire, burning more and more vigorously.
Gang Leader Duan suddenly recalled his youth.
He lost his father at a young age and was raised by his widowed mother. When he was twelve years old, his widowed mother was broken into by a bully who coveted her beauty. She was forced to death in her home and then committed suicide by jumping into a well.
With the help of neighbors, he sued the bully to the government but to no avail. Gang leader Duan buried his mother silently, stole the butcher knife from Wang the butcher, sneaked into the bully's house at night and hacked him to death.
There is only God above us, and justice is always on the edge of a knife.
From then on, he was wanted by the government and began his life of being on the edge of a knife. He started from the tip of a young duckweed and ended among the grass. He had been through life and death for decades and never stopped helping the weak and punishing the strong. He would kill corrupt officials and destroy bullies when he met them. He had never thought about the meaning and reason of his half-life of killing, just because he could never forget his mother's cold body.
Gang leader Duan suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Shun on the top of the city wall. He used up his last bit of strength and said sternly, "Zhao Shun! The emperor can guard the country, and ordinary people can also be deserters. You have let down the people for 24 years. If you continue to indulge in pleasure and poison the people, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"
Zhang Yuanqing, who was in a semi-comatose state, moved his lips with difficulty, but no one could hear what he said.
boom!
He blew himself up!
A dazzling fire lit up outside the city. It was so stunningly bright that it instantly engulfed Fu Qingyang, Yin Yao and the Killing Stopper.
Accompanied by a deafening shock wave, it spread in all directions. The moment it hit the city wall, the city wall of the Southern Dynasty capital that had stood for five hundred years collapsed.
The streets and houses near the city walls were all shattered and destroyed in the flames, and the area within a few miles was reduced to scorched earth.
When the smoke rose to the sky, the storm subsided, and the flames died down, a charred human figure stood on the charred land.
His body was broken, and his eight arms were all severed, but he was not dead yet. The eyes on his dark carbonized face suddenly opened, and the carbonized outer shell of flesh and blood cracked and peeled off, the tender flesh quickly grew back, and the eight severed arms slowly recovered.
Duan Huoshen's self-explosion severely injured Tuoba Guanghe, but it was not enough to kill a ninth-level master, even though he was already in a weak state at the time.
Of course Tuoba Guanghe is weaker now.
On the ruins, Zhang Yuanqing slowly stood up, picked up the fallen Kui Sheng and beat the drum hard.
He should have reached his limit, but Duan Huoshen's self-explosion interrupted the drumbeating. The exploding fire spiritual power raged for a full three minutes, knocking him unconscious.
Three minutes gave Zhang Yuanqing precious time to recover.
Riyushin Qiangtai's self-healing ability allowed him to wake up, and he regained some vitality after drinking a tube of life source liquid.
The charred figure suddenly stiffened, and the speed of blood and flesh recovery slowed down. At the edge of the collapsed city wall, a figure quickly rushed out, his cloak fluttering, and his sword pointed at the charred figure's forehead.
The flesh on Tuoba Guanghe's forehead split open, revealing the white bones. The severe pain made his eyes sharp.
As if stimulating the potential of qi and blood, the two main arms regenerated first and grasped Fu Qingyang's arms.
“Crack!”
Qingyang's arm bone was broken and his sword energy was blocked. Just when Tuoba Guanghe was about to tear off his opponent's right arm, he suddenly felt a strong sword energy shooting out from the broken arm and piercing his palm.
The broken arm automatically connected, and streams of blood-colored spiritual energy rolled into the arm and gathered at the fingertips.
"puff!"
The bright white sword energy turned into a bloody sharpness, and Tuoba Guanghe's forehead bone cracked with a "crack".
This ninth-level master, the best expert in the North, the invincible grandmaster finally smelled the threat of death!
At the critical moment of life and death, potential exploded, and six illusory arms quickly condensed like a spider web and covered Fu Qingyang, trying to force him back or tear him to pieces.
Fu Qingyang's body suddenly became thinner, his vitality faded away, and turned into sword energy that spurted out of his fingertips.
"puff!"
The bloody sword energy penetrated the brain, and red blood and white brain matter spurted out from behind Tuoba Guanghe.
The powerful warrior's eyes widened with a hint of surprise and unwillingness, as if he believed that this was his end. In the end, he was powerless to do anything and let the light in his eyes dim.
A thin, tough spirit left the body and floated away. Fu Qingyang pointed his sword toward the sky, and the sword energy containing the power of the spirit penetrated the spirit.
The invisible and violent spiritual fluctuations spread and diffused in the air, and finally returned to calm and nothingness.
The thin Fu Qingyang stood alone. The night wind howled, blowing his hair. The silver strands fluttered in the wind. His hair was black in the morning and turned into sky-high hair in the evening.
In the night sky, the sonorous and powerful singing of the Lord of Stop Killing Palace can be heard, "I look at the sword by lamplight while drunk, and dream of blowing the horn in the camp. Eight hundred miles are divided into five parts, and the sound of fifty strings is heard outside the Great Wall. The soldiers are recruited on the battlefield in autumn. The horse is as fast as Lu, and the bow is as loud as thunder. I have accomplished the affairs of the king and won a good reputation in my lifetime and after my death. What a pity for the white hair... What a pity for the white hair!"
The song contained the meaning of war and iron horses, and brought with it an inspiring force, which made Zhang Yuanqing, who was beating the drum, and Fu Qingyang, who was almost on the verge of death, burst out with a strong vitality.
This prevents them from dying on the spot or dying suddenly.
Then, she took out the Demon Refining Pot, groped the body of the pot and poured two streams of golden concentrated life essence into the two exhausted bodies.
"Boss, your skill of turning your hair white overnight is really cool!" Zhang Yuanqing sat down dejectedly in the ruins and gasped heavily.
"Is it handsome?" Fu Qingyang said coldly, "I paid with my life!"
As they were talking, they heard a reminder from the spirit realm:
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