At the beginning, the witch asked me to push the saint flatly

When these demonic armies covered the entire Holy City at the expense of their own essence and blood, relying on the blessing of the combined attack formation, there was no fear on each of their faces, only a terrifying indifference;

Then, eighty-one teams of demonic troops stomped on the ground, shaking open the soil on the ground and cracking the shoes they were wearing;

Just like the fingers, the toes suddenly become red;

"Get into formation~"

After the eighty-one team captains shouted out the only command hoarsely and tragically, everyone worked together to communicate with the massive spiritual stones that had been buried at the base of the formation at the expense of themselves;

Boom~

Like thunder on dry land, a roar rang out across half of the Western Region, and the energy that covered the Holy City suddenly surged;

In mid-air, countless blood threads intertwined, reflecting half of the sky red;

At this point, the killing formation started and the massacre was a foregone conclusion!

The 729 Heavenly Demon Army, while activating the formation, laid down stakes at the expense of themselves, and increased the power of this killing formation several times;

in the city;

If the previous red lines and the sudden appearance of the cover only alarmed some people, then the thunderous sound of the activation of the formation made most people in the city realize that something was wrong and stepped out of the door carefully. , came to the street to see what happened!

The streets at night are crowded with people, and it is a bit more lively than during the day. However, there are only a few people who can experience this liveliness with peace of mind;

It is the middle of the month, when the full moon is bright;

Looking up at the sky, I don't know when the bright moon turned blood red, which made people panic;

A talented young man who has gained experience in the world of martial arts looked at the bloody full moon above his head, holding his hands in a daze. He kept thinking about the anecdotes of the martial arts that his master had told him, trying to figure out what kind of vision the blood moon represented when it came;

But he didn’t put his mind into man-made things;

......

At this time, Nangong Wentian sat quietly in the city lord's palace, looking at the formed formation with indifferent eyes, listening to the noise in the city filled with fear of the unknown, and took a deep breath;

Without looking back, he said to the six people behind him: "Old guys, the meat is in the pot, it's time to add more firewood!"

One of the people behind him was wearing a white robe with a soft sapphire belt around his waist. His long hair was untied and draped behind his back. Such a handsome young man’s face was extremely pale. His eyes were not as bright as those of a cultivator, and there was no trace of it on his face. As energetic as a living person;

After taking two steps, before he could say anything, he heard a violent cough;

The movement of coughing messed up the long hair hanging behind her back, adding to the aura of solemnity;

"What a pity for my loyal Heavenly Demon Army. 729 loyal souls are used as cauldrons, and nearly a million living people in the city are made of flesh and blood. Hey, the lives of us seven immortals are really precious!"

"Let's go, do it early, otherwise things will change if you do it later!"

Hu Xianshen changed his usual attire. His simple and elegant robe was replaced by a blood-red robe. He wore a black cloak behind him with a blood-stained butcher knife embroidered on it!

By the way, he has a nickname, called The Butcher!

Hu Xiansheng said a word, and everyone no longer hesitated. The matter had come to this, and it was impossible to stop. Everyone took to the air and flew towards the formation.

Everyone who was closer to the City Lord's Mansion saw seven figures leaping up from the City Lord's Mansion. People with good eyesight immediately recognized them as City Lord Nangong Wentian, Commander of the Demon Army Shang Lingyun, and Sutra Storage Pavilion Hu Xiansheng...

The other four people also looked familiar, but for a moment, they didn't think of their names;

They all felt that there was a sudden change in the city, and the city lord joined hands with many experts to solve the problem... At least, the people they recognized did not connect this matter with Nangong Wentian;

......

Just as they were looking at each other, Nangong Wentian and other seven people pinched the spell with their hands;

boo~

"Old guys, let's do it!"

"bring it on!"

.....

These seven people stepped on the "Dutian Fierce Formation", pinched the seals in their hands, and pointed into the void. After a few breaths, the seven people looked at each other and took out an ancient bronze lamp together;

This lamp is about half a foot tall, with a bronze base that can be held in one palm. There is no oil or twist inside the lamp. At first glance, it looks ordinary, but it looks like an old object used by ordinary people.

But~how could this be useless?

I saw everyone in Nangong Wentian biting the tips of their tongues, and a stream of heart blood shot into the lamp;

This lamp will not return until there is blood. When it encounters blood, the blood will tremble, and it will ignite without fire. In the city shrouded in blood, there will be a layer of blood shadow;

Nangong Wentian threw the ancient bronze lamp casually, and the other six people also did the same;

These seven lamps are scattered throughout the city;

Bang!

The lamp collided with the bluestone, and the crisp sound fell on everyone's ears. Looking at the small lamp dropped by Nangong Wentian and others, everyone gathered in a circle to look at it curiously;

Suddenly ~

A dragon-like flame wave suddenly jumped up from the ancient lantern, sweeping all the onlookers into it~

"Ah~~~"

Hundreds of firemen roared and screamed in pain, including men and women, old and young;

Purgatory is coming!

Seven flames soaring into the sky roamed freely among the dense crowd like dragons; many people saw this and immediately controlled the fire arts with their hands and held up the aura shield, hoping to protect themselves and isolate themselves from the blood-stained red flames;

Unfortunately, it doesn’t help!

......

"Fuck, Nangong Wentian, I am a disciple of Qijue Peak, how dare you do such evil things!"

A young man in a brocade green robe flew up to question him, but unfortunately, the cowardice and fear in his eyes could not be concealed;

Someone took the lead, and many people came forward one after another. They didn't care who the city lord was or not. They moved out of the backstage and the backstage one by one, and asked sternly, trying to force Nangong Wentian to give up;

In other words, for the sake of their backers, spare their lives!

Just, is it possible?

Nangong Wentian, who was standing in the void, curled up his lips, and with a thought, the ancient bronze lamp belonging to him whirled and flew around everyone;

The small lamp that had swallowed the blood of thousands of monks burned like blood, and the blood-burning fire streak passed by, and the sky returned to clarity;

boom!

With so many monks in the city, how could they remain indifferent? They all used various magic and martial arts skills to blast high into the sky, trying to break through the formation barrier that was thrown over their heads and cut off their vitality;

Unfortunately, under the blood lines, the formation barrier did not move at all;

On the contrary, Shang Lingyun, who was closer to them, moved his fingers slightly to refine those who dared to take action first;

The huge amount of essence and blood gave his pale face a hint of living blood;

The suppression of Nangong Wentian and Shang Lingyun actually aroused everyone's bloodshed. Looking at the scene of fire filling the sky like a hell on earth, everyone in the city, young and old, regardless of their level of cultivation, rose up to resist and attacked the sky with all their strength. the barriers that prevented their escape;

The mantis is acting like a chariot, and he is overestimating his own abilities!

Nangong Wentian snorted coldly and activated the "Dutian Fierce Formation" under his feet. Different from the bloody flames raging in the city, light blue fireworks fell from the sky;

Facing the impact of everyone, it exploded in the air!

In the unbelievable eyes of thousands of monks, a scene of sky fire fell; when the sky fire met the spiritual energy, it grew wildly; the more spiritual energy, the greater the power of the falling sky fire!

"This~ this is impossible, what kind of fire is this? What kind of formation is this? How can you be so domineering?"

The only thing a cultivator can rely on is his spiritual energy, but now, spiritual energy is actually the nourishment that fuels the heavenly fire?