Chapter 100: Westerly (fifteen)

The air of illusion is like a black cloth covering the sky. The earth is filthy and dull, and the air is pressured, like the air is sucked away, the person is squeezed in a small place, and even the internal organs are attached to the chest, to be forced pop up.
Westwind breathed slightly, and the soldiers left on the ground could not stand. The pressure came again, and even the wounds on his body were cracking.
Chang Yuan, who was also suspended in the air and was injured, watched the wound on his body slowly burst, and the blood ran down, and even the soul was slowly drilling out of his body. He gritted his teeth and endured, but the spirit was out of the body, very human tolerant.
"Boom--"
It seems that the pods are ripe and cracked, and some beans are flying out quickly.
Changyuan finally couldn't help but cried out in pain, just wanting them to give him a break.
However, no one ignored him.
Changyuan was in agony, and suddenly saw the fire rat standing on the rock, its legs were entangled by the magic night curse, and he still did not get away. He stared at it, and it was watching him.
"Chijin, you cooperated with me, I let you go, you let me go, otherwise you and I will die here."
Chi Jin raised his head and stared at him coldly, his eyes gradually revealing the sarcasm, said: "You know, how did you treat me like that?"
Chang Yuan was slightly stunned. As his spirit fled slowly, his consciousness became more and more unclear, but long-term things came to mind.
Yes, when he discovered the special ability of the fire rat, he caught it to the God Realm, regardless of whether it was a demon beast who could not adapt to the Mingjing God Realm, he would be tortured hard, just want it to succumb to find a way for him Devil's way.
However, it was always reluctant, even if he tortured it every day, it did not want to lead the way.
Obviously found the entrance to the Devil Realm, there is no loss to it, but it just does not lead the way.
If it led the way, it would not be the result of today.
Suddenly Changyuan laughed loudly, and the laughter was terrifying. The more he laughed, the more quickly he locked his dragon "nail" and took his spirit away.
It turned out that it was so painful.
But he didn't want to die yet, he really didn't want to die.
Chang Yuan is still imagining that he can be saved and return to God Realm, but the wound is forced to release the pressure of the man, and finally he can only watch his spirit be drained. Gradually becoming a skeleton, forced to end his despicable life.
Chi Jin stared at him with no sympathy in his eyes, everything was self-reliant, if he was not greedy, it would not be so.
A few gleams of blue light were like meteors falling from the vast galaxy, piercing the sky and cutting the dark sky.
Seeing that Qingyuan had shot, Xifeng also raised her sword, and she did not hesitate anymore, she made a sword towards Li Qian. Today is a battle of life and death, Qingyuan spent so much effort to maintain the illusion, it is unwilling to spread to the human world. Once Abyss is defeated, God Realm is also headless, and it will inevitably be chaotic.
Even if it is for the sake of the world, she can't hold back!
When Qian Qianzhan saw that she suddenly had a sword, the blade of the sword was cold and frost-like, and she was completely different from the sunrise sword. He built a sword spirit in his hand to resist her sword spirit. The two swords collided, and the turquoise illusion that was drawn away by the dragon's air was again submerged by the pervasive evil spirit.
The remaining magic soldiers and demon soldiers are also fighting underneath. Under the dome, it is already a fiery red, and smoke is billowing, and constantly spirits are forced to disappear into the illusion and turn into dust.
The two sides are at war, releasing countless spells. The illusion is maintained by Qingyuan's spiritual power, and every time he intercepts the spell he wants to escape, the spiritual power is lost by one point. Fighting with Moye, after a lot of consumption, he finally became unwell, but at the same time he also realized that Moye's shameful wear and tear was great. Now, it is time for his younger brother to lead the soldiers in and let Moye be enemies.
He had a little aura, and was about to break through the exit. Moye had already guessed his intentions, and he had a little aura, but he no longer attacked, just waiting for him to open the channel of illusion.
Long Qi broke through the red light, and once again opened the sky, hitting a phantom. As soon as Long Qi arrived, there was a trembling "squeak" sound-the door opened.
Demon Nighting looked at it, and when the door was fully opened, there were already magic soldiers pouring in. In the endless illusion, there were 100,000 magic soldiers flying in, and they were still flying in.
Westwind stunned: "Qingyuan--"
She screamed his name, but the demon soldiers suddenly entered, and the sound of weapons staggered, completely drowning her voice. She wanted to fly to Qingyuan once again, and suddenly she left Qian Qian and intercepted her way.
Qingyuan looked at the illusion of almost tens of thousands of magic soldiers every moment, his expression dignified and calm. Mo Ye, who was taunting, looked at Qingyuan, only to see that he was wrong, and then looked at the gate, only to find that there was no monster among the people who entered the illusion!
He was stunned and snapped: "Retreat!"
He instantly flashed to the door of the illusion, blocking the entrance of the magic soldier, and when he was about to go out, the door suddenly closed.
Xifeng realized that Qingyuan was the man who led the monarch into the urn, but the demon soldier said that more than 100,000 had come in. How could they win with the strength of the three of them?
Mo Ye looked at the demon soldiers who besieged the Qinglong regiment, but somehow it was uneasy, perhaps because Qinglong was so calm that he couldn't calm down: "You didn't plan to let the demon king in from the beginning.
The illusion is full of demons, and the lip color of Qingyuan, which has been gradually suppressed, has all turned white: "Moye, you forgot, we have known for hundreds of thousands of years."
He never underestimates any opponent, let alone underestimates Magic Night. He knew he was not stupid, so since the younger brother did not let Moye take away Yue'er, he already knew that Moye could guess that his brother had reconciled with him, and he might even help him. Now that the two worlds are at war, only the younger brother who is the demon king can help him, and Magic Night will not expect this.
So it is a pity that there is no way for my brother to beat a magic night, and there is no way for him to become more famous and respected by the Six Realms.
What should I do?
You can't let the demon soldiers fight against the monsters outside the mirror, so that the world is the same, and the meaning of using the mirror as a phantom is completely gone.
Nor could it be as hard to raise a banshee as it did in Magic Night, but it only made him dizzy.
Like a fool.
The mirror he keeps cannot be wasted.
So at the beginning, he had no intention of letting his brother in.
Moye knew that he had made a big mistake, but he didn't understand it. He was operating step by step and thoughtful. Why would he still fall into the passive situation nowadays?
Suddenly there was a huge confusion in his mind-why did Qinglong put so many magic soldiers in?
Qinglong can indeed defeat 10,000, but against 100,000, it is also a joke. Millions of ants can still eat giant elephants, no matter how powerful he is, it is impossible, not to mention that he has been injured and the aura has consumed most of it.
However, Qinglong was unexpected again and again, Magic Night ... not calm.
Moye stared at Qingyuan and asked, "You are not afraid. When you opened the exit, I also took the opportunity to leave?"
"You won't go. If you really want to go, the door closed in an instant won't stop you."
Mo Ye chuckled: "But if the demon soldier does not come in, I will be able to go out immediately, what should you do then?"
Qingyuan said: "So people in the illusion can only enter from there, not from there. Even if you want to go, I won't be able to leave even if I don't close the door."
"Then why do you close the door in an instant?"
Qingyuan thought about it and replied: "Habit, the West Wind teaches."
"... Qinglong!" Mo Ye shouted, because he was teased by him repeatedly, and he could not guess that he was moving back. His heart became more annoyed. He turned to face the mirror like a glass door. Tooth, hit the glass door.
"boom--"
The huge impact sound shocked the human world, and the Yueer who was looking at the Liulimen was also staggering. If the demon king supported her in time, she would almost fall.
"Far away."
The demon king dragged her behind, and Yue'er came up with a head to look at it again. She could hardly find Chijin with more than one demon soldier. The angle changed, but I saw it.
The crimson beast was locked by the spell, and he looked up anxiously at the demon soldiers over the sky, several times trying to break away from the chain of spells, to no avail.
"Little mouse." Yue'er looked uncomfortable, and her voice choked.
The demon king heard the sound and looked down at her, not just a mouse ... He twisted his eyebrows in disgust, but looked at his daughter's worry, and couldn't say what he wanted to beat the rat.
"What about Master Qinglong, and what about Xifeng's sister?" Yue'er's heart was tight and she only hated that she couldn't go in.
The demon king said, "Do what you say, don't be afraid."
Rao is what he said, Yue'er still can't be assured at all, there are too many people in the Devil Realm, but it can be seen with naked eyes that Master Qinglong has no way to support it for a long time: "Dad, aren't you afraid that Master Qinglong is being slaughtered?"
The demon king laughed sarcastically: "There is nothing terrible."
Yue'er didn't panic when he saw him and asked, "Why?"
The demon king looked at the man in the green robe in the huge mirror in the distance. The person who always had the color of a free cloud wild crane under his eyes raised his eyebrows and said, "That's my brother."