RNP Chapter 145
Chapter 145
"Director Murong!" Yan
Hongyu's surprised voice came from afar.
"Great
!" "You're all still alive!" Murong Chenghua's
face finally bloomed.
stepped forward and held the hands of Yan Hongyu and the others tightly, and the mood at the moment was extremely excited and indescribable.
I don't know what to say.
At this time, Murong Chenghua thought of it when he saw that sword mark.
But he still couldn't suppress the excitement and said, "It's great that you guys are alive, thank you Jiujian Immortal
!" "Don't worry, speak slowly!"
Yan Hongyu calmed down her excitement and glanced at the eyes cast by everyone around her.
Coughing lightly, he said
, "Director, when the nine-story demon tower suddenly rioted, the senior of the Wine Sword Immortal happened to appear.
The ten S-rank Insect Demon Emperors and SS-level Insect Demon Gods
were all weakened and turned into powder by the sword qi of
the Wine Sword Immortal!" "By the way, even the nine-story demon tower was also smashed by the Wine Sword Immortal!" Yan
Hongyu's subordinate added.
"What?Nine-story Demon Tower?" Murong
Cheng had not yet spoken, and the Buddha Lord spoke anxiously.
changed his usual calmness, and his face was full of horror.
Dumbfounded
! Looking at the Heavenly Master in disbelief!
When the alliance was being discussed on Longhu Mountain, the
Buddha Lord repeatedly asked about the Wine Sword Immortal.
At
that time, he was still a little unconvinced, and felt that the Heavenly Master was exaggerating.
I never thought that
this time I saw it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears.
It's unimaginable that you can't believe it's true!
Can you do it alone.
I had to verify the authenticity of the Heavenly Master again, even if I knew the result.
"Amitabha!"
"Old Heavenly Master, the true meaning of the sword intent of the upper earth has not been dispersed for thousands of years, and it is indeed left by the wine sword immortal.
It seems that the Kunlun Mountain Range's nine-story demon tower insect demon god rebellion has been solved by the Wine Sword Immortal!"
"Amitabha!
"Amitabha
!" "The predecessor of the Wine Sword Immortal destroyed ten S-level Insect Demon Emperors and one SS-level Insect Demon God in a short period
of time! The Wine Sword Immortal is really strong, and the old man is deeply admired!" The
Buddha Lord sighed for a while, and his face that was not stained with red dust was extremely reverent at this time.
The monks around him looked even more excited.
They looked at each other, and everyone was pleasantly surprised.
"Great! Jiujian Immortal saved Huaxia Kyushu again!"
"If it weren't for Jiujian Xian, even if we all blew ourselves up here, we might not be able to kill all the insect demons.
And the Wine Sword Immortal alone will kill them all!
The Wine Sword Immortal is a true immortal!" "Yes, with such strength, the Wine Sword Immortal must be an immortal-level powerhouse, otherwise it would be impossible to kill the god-level demon so quickly
!" "The combat power of the Wine Sword Immortal is unmatched
!" "I see, even the demons and monsters are invincible!"
Compared to the Wine Sword Immortal, we are really ashamed, even if we cultivate for another hundred years, I am afraid that we will not even be able to catch up with the figure of the Wine Sword Immortal!"
Even the older monks were secretly brewing in their hearts after hearing this.
The Heavenly Master glanced at the battlefield, and it could be seen that the battle situation at that time was extremely fierce.
"Do you know where the Wine Sword Immortal is going?"
"Over there!" Yan
Hongyu didn't think about it, and pointed to the east.
The
Old Heavenly Master pondered for a moment and said, "This direction is to go
to the Yellow River Valley!" "Could it be that the predecessors of the Wine Sword Immortal are going to strangle the ghosts of the Yellow River?"
"Let's go!"
With that, he pinched the golden light spell, and the white robe turned into a golden light and flew across the sky.
In the blink of an eye
, the old Heavenly Master was gone!
The little Buddhist Buddha Master, the abbot of Tianmu Tianqiu, and the Heartless Grand Master, a huge golden lotus appeared under his feet.
The three of them sat cross-legged, followed by three Buddha shadows.
"Whoosh
!" "Whoosh!"
The heads of the various sects pinched up the law and showed their magical powers, and followed in the direction of the Yellow Irrigation Ghost Dragon.
"Senior sister, what should we do?"
"Let's go!"
Dugu Feixue summoned a long sword, and the sword flew.
......
Yellow river.
The ghost aura is diffuse in all directions.
The murderous spirit rose to the sky.
With the entire Yellow River basin as the center, the huge ghost domain will envelop it in a radius of hundreds of miles.
Under the ghost, the
Yin soldiers are in a team of ten, and they take turns to find the living.
If it hadn't been for the transfer of people from various villages in advance, I am afraid that this place would have become a purgatory on earth.
At this moment,
Anning Village, because it was a little far away from the Yellow River Valley
, fortunately had some preparations, and hid in the underground shelter prepared in the early years when the Yin soldiers expanded the search area.
But the "powerful" ghost of the Yin soldier is more powerful than the beginning of the revival of the ghost.
It won't take long for you to smell the strong smell of living people here.
In the dimly lit underground shelter, the villagers tense and prayed.
"Boom!" a
strange laugh came from outside the heavy stone gate.
The faces of the people inside turned pale and instantly stiffened.
Sure enough, they still found
it!"Village Chief!Fight with them
!""Yes, Shimen can't resist these ghosts at all!""
Village Chief
!" "If you don't fight, it's too late!"
After the crowd, more than thirty young and burly young men were in front of them, holding sticks and tools.
is a young and hot-blooded young man, and he is unwilling to become a thing in the mouth of a ghost.
A desperate fight may also give others hope of escaping.
"Squeak!"
the heavy stone door opened, and there were already two teams of Yin soldiers guarding outside.
"Brothers, fight!"
the young man rushed forward with his club in hand, so that the village chief could lead the old and sick to leave from the side.
"Boom!"
"Twenty
Yin soldiers and ghosts, lined up, like wolves and tigers,
drooling, and their eyes were glowing green.
The spear in the ghost's hand stabbed towards the young man's heart.
The spear that caught the eye was getting closer and closer,
and the young people were fearless and did not back down even a step.
In a panic in his heart
, at this moment, a long sword flew by.
The Yin Soldier's eyes widened in astonishment, and he couldn't move forward even half a step.
Bowing his head, a cold light strung all the Yin soldiers into a string.
It's like a giant sugar gourd.
Before these ghosts could react
, "Boom!"
The cold light was flourishing, and it exploded into the sky.
Furious sword qi strangulation.
In an instant, all the effort dissipated.
"Bold!"
exclaimed.
Eight hundred Yin soldiers and a ghost king-level commander appeared out of thin air.
The sword turned, the tip pointing at the comer.
It slashed open as if it had opened a spiritual mind.
The furious sword aura was once again powerful.
All minced.
The village chief behind him stepped forward tremblingly
, folded his hands, and fell to his knees reverently, his
original solemn and frightened expression had disappeared, replaced by ecstasy crawling up his wrinkled face.
"It's
the Wine Sword Fairy!" "The Wine Sword Fairy is here!, everyone come out quickly
!" "We have been saved!" bowed
down to the long sword.
"Knock!" "Knock!" The
villagers followed suit and bowed down devoutly!
Qin Fang did not show up.
After destroying a wave of Yin soldiers and ghost kings, he
continued to kill towards the depths of the Yellow River Ghost Domain.
Within the entire Yellow River ghost domain.
The Yin soldiers are dense.
Qin Fang, who was still angry, never appeared.
The double seal in his hand was launched, and the red fire sword danced quickly among the soldiers.
Like the scythe of death,
it harvests the ghosts of countless Yin soldiers
...