Chapter 1158: Reluctantly help

A layer of frost hung on the face of Nether God Lord, and his expression looked extremely cold.
I actually miscalculated! ?
From the moment that Mr. Luo Po's life candle went out, an ominous premonition flooded into his heart.
The Earth Count actually had the means to kill Mr. Luopa, so the generals were afraid that it would be too bad.
Although the general is not his subordinate, he is a key part of himself, and this person can't be used to deal with Huanglong.
But just now, I couldn't notice the breath of Gan Jiang, so there was only one possibility, Gan Jiang might be dead.
It's not that these bad things are unacceptable, but what is terrifying is the vision just now.
Someone is sanctified! ?
You must know that for thousands of years in the Netherworld, there is no more than a saint in Houtu. Nowadays, some people have become holy. Doesn't it mean that someone has confirmed the path of Netherworld?
In the eyes of Nether God Lord, it was only those few people who could succeed in proving Dao.
Huanglong, Ksitigarbha and Qinglian sect leader.
As long as one of the three succeeds in proving the Dao, then Netherworld will never be born again.
As for himself, although he is a wisp of innate ghost in this Netherworld, he has no capital for sanctification.
Ksitigarbha is his only hope. When Ksitigarbha becomes a holy, he can advance to Quasi-Holy, so as to escape the shackles of this ghost.
But the situation now looks like it is definitely not holy from the underground.
Gritting his teeth, Nether God Sovereign started the Dongyue Underworld army gathered in the distance, wishing to wipe it out with one move.
But just think about this kind of thing, I am not an opponent of these forces.
His gaze fell on Huang Long who was behind the army, and seeing his aura introverted, a faint heavenly power exuded, the Nether God Lord suddenly flickered.
"Huanglong! It really is you!"
"You are naturally clear about what you think, so don't want to be wishful thinking."
Being pierced by Huang Long’s careful thoughts, Nether God Lord was not angry, but looked at Huang Long coldly and said: "You think I can't kill you?"
"Back then, Houtu almost died in my hands. You just proved sanctified just now. Who do you think you are?"
"This seat is the Juggernaut."
The expression was stunned for a moment, and the Nether God Lord felt as if he was being teased, his face was cold.
"Then try it!"
As soon as the voice fell, he saw the Netherworld God Sovereign wave with one hand, and the army behind him slowly moved, pressing on the army of Dongyue Hell.
Seeing the millions of so-called holy soldiers that attacked, Wei Qing at the forefront of the army formation was motionless like a mountain.
After a while, only seeing that the army had traveled half the distance, Wei Qing suddenly raised his hand.
The warlord Ma Chao behind him raised his arm abruptly, and then fell heavily, and a black light came up from the army formation and shot at the crushing western religious sage.
Just a rain of arrows took away the enemy forces pressing in the forefront, and almost no fish slipped through the net.
Seeing this scene in front of him, Nether God Lord suddenly frowned. Obviously, he didn't expect the army of Dongyue Hellhouse to be so powerful.
At the moment of being stunned, there was a shout of killing not far away.
Turning his head in a little astonishment, he saw that on the side of the army formation, there were hundreds of thousands of horses rushing towards his army formation.
"Piu-ride-camp!"
Gritting his teeth and watching the black cavalry begin to rush towards him, Nether God Lord just watched, and didn't move much.
Countless blood burst out, and the hussar camp had just begun to rush into the formation, but within a short time, it pierced through the millions of army formations.
Cutting the army apart so quickly, Wei Qing showed a hint of appreciation.
Huo Qubing really didn't let himself down.
Raising the flag in his hand, Zhang Fei stepped forward and shouted angrily. Behind him were hundreds of thousands of spearmen who raised their spears and pressed them against the Western religious army like a wave.
"control!"
Behind the army formation, Huang Zhong in a battle armor suddenly pulled away the Qiankun bow in his hand, and the hundreds of thousands of string-controlling soldiers behind him did exactly the same.
"put!"
With an order, a shower of arrows shot out from behind, rushing towards the enemy's army.
The sudden change made Nether God Lord look at gritted teeth.
The Western religion had left a lot of self-appointed gods in the past century. Almost all the famous generals in the world were in the hands of the Dragon Palace. After that, all the gods were sealed under the name of Dongyue Difu.
This army formation used together can be described as extremely skillful, and in the blink of an eye, they took away most of their army.
The two armies were already entangled together at this time. In just a half of the incense sticking effort, more than half of the force was lost. Even the Nether God Lord didn't care about this, and couldn't withstand such a consumption.
Frowning looking at the anxious battlefield, a voice rang from behind the Nether God Lord.
"Sovereign, although this army is transformed by ghosts, but after all, it is my Western teacher, so wasteful..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the cold eyes of Nether God Lord looked over.
"Hell, you can say one more thing."
The cold eyes caused Lie Prison's whole body to tremble suddenly, and after hesitating, he finally retreated.
Although I don't know where the problem is, Nether God Lord still hasn't ordered to stop at this time, there must be something wrong.
His gaze fell on the army formation. At this time, the army had been divided into several pieces, shouts of killing continued to sound, and the smell of blood on the battlefield seemed to float over.
Watching this scene quietly, Wei Qing's brows suddenly frowned.
Everything went so smoothly, so smoothly that he felt a little improper.
What the Western sage soldier did at this time, it seemed that there was no difference in his death.
Thinking of this, Wei Qing turned his head and cast his gaze on Huang Long behind him: "Sage?"
Slowly opening his eyes, Huang Long glanced at Wei Qing, and said, "You can see it?"
"The sage soldiers of the Western religion seem to be dying."
After speaking out his own opinions, Wei Qing felt that there should be no problem with his own thinking, but he didn't know at this time, and it was too late to withdraw now.
Taking a look at the battlefield, Huang Long slowly said: "Retreat, you have hurt yourself for no reason."
Wei Qing's expression changed, and after nodding, he immediately moved forward, with a ray of light condensed in his hand, and struck it towards the sky.
"boom!"
An explosion sounded suddenly, and the underworld army that was fighting as if they had received some military order, the fighting stopped instantly and began to wind up and exit the battlefield.
The army was like a tide, coming and retreating quickly, and even the Nether God Lord did not recover.
When he saw the army withdraw, Nether God Lord suddenly changed his face, and his plan seemed to be seen! ?
How can this be?
With a look of horror on his face, before the Nether God Monarch had thought of the reason for appearing there, there was a chuckle in the sky.
"Netherworld God Lord, since you want all of these people to die, I'll do it for you."
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