Vol 12 Chapter 155: terror

The fire is shining, the flames are rolling, and the military gods are majestic.
Such a large-scale military mobilization is absolutely impossible to survive the demon emperors.
The iron rides and the earth shakes, making the most insane demons also a horror.
With a bang, thousands of bowstrings rang together. The sky is bright, and a cloud of fire rises up. It is countless rockets, and it is thrown into the army of the demons. Countless demons scream.
The iron ride was then killed, and the fierce gods took the lead, wielding flame spears, and swept away, thousands of demons turned into fly ash, and even the emperor with the army was burned to death.
The true disciples have suddenly raised a glimmer of hope in their hearts. If the two great military gods join forces to fight against "梼杌", there may be a battle.
However, Li Liehuo did not mean to come over. The 100,000 iron riders rolled forward and broke through the camp of the demons. The fierce fire gods rushed to the "Twelve Capitals of the Devils."
Li Qingshan nodded secretly, this is the best choice and the only choice.
The military gods can't be too far from the military array. The two places are separated by dozens of miles, and the terrain is undulating. It seems that the fierce gods can shoot the horses. However, the ordinary sergeant wears a helmet and wears a large armor. How can it be possible in a moment? I can get over it.
And even if the two great military gods join hands, I am afraid that this is not the opponent of this "梼杌", only the break of the "Twelve Capitals of the Devils" is the game.
That is the biggest function of Li Liehuo, the "single soldier".
Tu Wancheng sneered: "Is this?"
"梼杌" suddenly smashed the head of the basaltic army god, a group of broken military overflow from the finger joints.
The Xuanwu army has a chest squeaky noise. If you are roaring, even if you don’t have a head, you will step forward and insert the giant blade into the end. Strive to turn the handle and stir the "梼杌" belly into a chaotic army.
It was dark and dark, as if it had returned to the wild battlefield.
Dai Mengfan ordered the true disciples to continue to attack. Seeing that they are all busy with the body-building spells, only a few of them obey her orders and continue to attack "梼杌", but there is no threat.
In the "Twelve Capitals of the Devils". Yingzhe smiled slightly: "After all, human monks are some of the best, even mortals are not as good."
A demon emperor has a lingering saying: "If they are as desperate as these mortals, then this battle can be troublesome!"
The Xuanwu Army is still silently charging forward, and the steel torrent is not obstructed, no matter the demons and the military. Still fear and death.
And the distant fire is approaching, and the violent raging fire god, looking at it as if it is close at hand.
Desolation and arrogance, madness and anger!
A raging wave, rushing to the sky, a faint blood red in the sky.
Yingzhe ordered: "Tu Wancheng, don't waste time, hurry to end the battle!"
"To shut up!"
"梼杌" suddenly looked back, hard way: "I don't need your command!"
Yingzhe closed his eyes: "If this battle is defeated, you know what you will end." The evil voice in the heart: "The dog thing of the foxes and tigers. Let you look good after waiting!"
"Hey," he turned his head back and looked at the headless basaltic army god, his eyes running through the neck and rolling his arms, staring at Li Qingshan: "Go to hell!"
He will not be stupid enough to use the military with the basaltic army, it is a very talented treatment. He clenched the black giant palm, and all the power poured into it, and a burst of black waves bursting through the chest of the basaltic army god.
The golden armor was broken instantly, and Li Qingshan, who was in it, saw a large darkness coming to himself. It seems as if the shadow of death is shrouded.
too fast!
Even if you know how the other party will attack, there is still no time to react, let alone avoid the punch. Under the pressure of the horror of "梼杌", even the mind has become sluggish.
Absolute power. Absolute speed, absolute spirit, and the combination of the three, even a normal blow can destroy the emperor, without any extra skills.
Li Qingshan only mobilized the military, slightly hindering the momentum of this punch. The talents of the gods are used to make the skin of the cows.
The next moment, the pain in the body, the bones burst, like a mountain on the body.
With a bang, Li Qingshan flew out from the basaltic warrior vest and flew far to Black Cloud City.
Boom! They hit three high towers one after another and squatted on a school field. The entire school field suddenly collapsed and collapsed, breaking a large hole and going straight to the mountain belly cave. Li Qingshan's figure disappeared into the cave, and life and death were unknown.
The tower was dumped.
"Qingshan!" Yan Yaozhu exclaimed, but did not dare to check, she no matter how "wood" can also be seen, if she is now retired, it will trigger an "avalanche."
After the huge basaltic army was pinched by the head, the chest was hit by a blow, and Li Qingshan was killed. The military quickly collapsed and there was no fighting power. The true disciples had to face the horror "on their own".梼杌".
Dai Mengfan’s painful bite, this war is probably to be defeated. I don't know that there are a few true disciples who can escape, but the two sergeants, the fierce fire and the basaltic army are buried here.
"This is the end of the enemy with the devil!"
Tu Wancheng screamed and screamed, "梼杌" opened his mouth and opened his mouth, and then made a hard laugh. He is very confident in the power of that punch, and it is estimated that even Yang Shen is also killed. There is no possibility of breaking out.
The rest of the so-called Xuanwu Legion, he can kill thousands of people with one foot down, and can also tens of thousands of deaths.
However, these ants did not have the value of killing. They were encouraged to move forward when they were deceived. Now the coaches are all dead and will soon collapse. They can be left to the ordinary demons.
So "梼杌" turned his eyes to the true disciples, as if looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.
Li Lie’s eyes saw the basaltic army being broken and his heart glimpsed. However, at this moment, there is still a distance between the "Twelve Capitals of the Devils", and until he rushes to the front, I am afraid that all true disciples will be killed.
So he refused to take care of the other, the fierce fire suddenly struck the horse, the red flames fluttered, and the front hooves rose high. Hold the flame spear, lift it up high, pour all the power into it, and the flames of the whole body retreat. Only the spears in the hands are shining and dazzling, and the heavens and the earth are dark.
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There are eleven magic emperors, and four can be used as targets. There is no difference. This is an absolute power gap, and no one can resist this spear even if the magic king of the entire magic domain is pulled out. However, he sees the dispute between Yingzhe and Tu Wancheng in his eyes. The resentment of the devil's hatred is extremely heavy, and he may have a chance to hit a little more.
As long as you kill even a demon, the "Twelve Heavens and the Devils" will be broken, and the "梼杌" will cease to exist. The devil will lose the object of faith, and the military will not be able to condense.
The remaining eleven demon emperors, let the fire gods kill!
Yingzhe’s pupils swelled, and the red light stung the eyes. All the forces of the "Twelve Capitals of the Devils" are used to support the "梼杌" coming, and there is no defense at this time.
And by himself, even if he has already discovered the action of the fierce of war, the same is that there is no escape, and he can only wait and die.
The horror of war is the same for both sides. (To be continued.)