socalfunplaces Chapter 882
Chapter 882
Countless people in major cities looked up at the sky,
Seeing the vicious and strangely laughing Blood Demon Soul Saint, their bodies trembled. Ordinary people had a deep fear of the brutal Blood Demon Cult from the bottom of their souls.
"How could this happen!"
"Has the front line been lost!"
"How could the Blood Demon monster lurk here!"
"Have we been abandoned?"
Shouts of fear rang out in the streets of major cities and towns. Facing such a terrifying Blood Demon monster, they were even so scared that their legs and feet were numb and they dared not run away.
Feeling the fear of the people, the Blood Demon Cult members let out excited and strange howls, opened their arms, absorbed the breath of fear, and their eyes were full of enjoyment and comfort.
"Hehehe, stupid and lowly mortals, I have no interest in taking your lives. I will broadcast the battle situation to you in the name of the leader."
"Open your eyes and watch carefully, watching the existence of your faith flee the battlefield like rats, living in shame, watching how the strong people you believe in die in despair one by one."
The people, the weak soul masters who did not participate in the war, looked up at the projection in the sky and saw the White Tiger Emperor and his strong men leading the demons on the battlefield.
Compared with the brutal and terrifying deformed demons, they look much more terrifying than the righteous ones.
The people don't understand how big the gap in strength is, but seeing that the Blood Demon Cult is so rampant and confident, they all start to panic and lose their minds.
"Is the Soul Martial Continent going to end today?"
"Will it become a world ruled by demons in the future?"
The places with the most sensitive news in the Soul Martial Continent know that Luo Fanchen has come back from the dead and won the championship of the four major military districts. Some places know nothing about this and think that Luo Fanchen died long ago during the World Championship.
"Where is Luo Zhuangyuan?"
"Is he gone?"
"Alas, aren't you making things difficult for Luo Zhuangyuan? The demons of the Blood Demon Cult have practiced for so many years, and Luo Zhuangyuan has only practiced for so many years. How can he participate in such a battle?"
The people who knew that Luo Fanchen had resurrected did not blame him when they saw that he did not appear on the battlefield, because the other party had already paid too much for them.
The victory or defeat on such a battlefield is not something that Luo Fanchen, a young man, can decide. It's not that he is not strong enough, but that the enemy has an absolute age advantage. There is nothing that can be done about it.
"I didn't see Luo Zhuangyuan on the battlefield, so is he really hiding his strength?"
Some people eagerly searched for Luo Fanchen's figure. They had only heard of his legend before, and now they wanted to see his face, but they couldn't find him.
While they understood Luo Fanchen's choice to escape, they also felt a sense of loss and frustration that they couldn't explain.
Even Luo Zhuangyuan didn't choose to join the war, which meant that he really had no hope of winning this war, so was this the last time for them, the mortals?
Some people cried loudly,
Some people began to say goodbye to their loved ones, and even apologized for what they had done in the past,
Of course, some soul masters roared in their respective cities:
"You are all crying, the battle hasn't even started yet, and you're already mourning yourself?"
The Blood Demon Cult members looked down on them from a distance, and laughed sarcastically: "Since our Blood Demon Cult dares to broadcast to the entire continent, how can we not be sure of victory."
"Today, even if the gods from the upper realm come down to the world, even the king of heaven and the old man come, they can't win!"
In the vast territory,
Hundreds of millions of people felt numb and cold, and dared to be angry but dared not speak.
Staring at the projection in the sky,
The faces of the sect leaders such as Yang Tingjun on the battlefield were ugly. This was not as simple as broadcasting a broadcast, but was clearly a slap in their faces, which meant that the Blood Demon Cult leader didn't take them seriously at all, and looked like he was going to eat them to death.
"Today, we will see what you lackeys of the Blood Demon Cult who have attached yourself to foreign races can really do to make such a fuss!"
A Eight Desolations Destruction Halberd suddenly appeared and smashed into the Blood Demon Cult camp. The one who did it was the old rogue Zhan Doudou. In the one-eyed black hole, it seemed as if a blazing flame of revenge was burning. He was betrayed by the most trusted Emperor Xuanwu. In order to cover their retreat and breakout, countless relatives and friends of the sect were killed. He could not sleep day and night, and only hoped to have a chance to take revenge on Emperor Xuanwu.
"Roar——"
The light of the underworld water shimmered in the void. When Emperor Xuanwu waved his hand, a dragon python coiled on the turtle's back and blocked the Eight Desolations Destruction Halberd.
The extraordinary battle in the sky was about to break out.
The wind and clouds swept, the energy exploded, and the void collapsed.
The people below could no longer see the battle situation in the air a thousand meters above.
"Kill!"
The little monk, Long Youwei, the Knight of Heavenly Punishment, Gui Miesheng, Yang Xiruo, Meimei, Xiao Keba and other geniuses below were full of vigor and blood, leading the charge towards the demon army.
"Boom boom boom——"
The battlefield seemed to have turned into a meat grinder,
There wereArms flew out, internal organs and bodies exploded, filled with evil spirits and hatred.
"Shua shua——"
Lin Shengyi held up the Great Wilderness Purple Qi Cauldron with one hand, and the purple qi in the cauldron was dense, turning into purple clouds that flew out, bringing down sweet rain, increasing and healing the million soul master army.
At this moment, the soul master warriors were filled with gratitude to Luo Fanchen.
Now on the battlefield below, with the little monk and his team leading the team, it is obvious that they have the upper hand. If the ten sequences are still alive, the situation should be reversed.
They are not blind. They can see that although Luo Fanchen did not come, the goddesses who rushed to the front line seemed to have an ambiguous relationship with Luo Fanchen.
The young lady of the Huang family, who could hardly even say a complete sentence, was unstoppable in killing enemies.
A pair of jade hands urged the seven-colored phoenix flames to burn the blood demons. To protect the lives of the blood demons and the territory behind her, Huang Ning'er was reluctant, but she was extremely ruthless, smashing the deformed bodies of the disciples one by one.
"Donor, I'm sorry!"
The little monk Di Chenyao put his hands together and transformed into the true body of the Buddha. Every time he slapped the golden palm of the Tathagata, a large number of demons exploded.
He never stopped apologizing, and he never stopped killing.
The three-conscious fairy boy performed the nine-fold phantom spirit destruction, and the mental fluctuations swept the nearby battlefield. He thought that his attack was brutal enough, but he noticed the dark saint Meimei and Yang Xiruo, who was like a crazy gun woman, in the battlefield not far away, and his eyes couldn't help but tremble.
Too brutal!
The Three Senses Fairy Boy felt that he should not consider how to catch up with Luo Fanchen, but to ensure that he would not be caught up and beaten by Luo Fanchen's women. How could this guy improve the strength of others to this extent!
Too terrible!
The people were a little surprised, and there was a look of joy between their brows.
How could this Blood Demon Cult make so much noise but not enough rain? They were the ones who were suppressed at the beginning!
At this time, the black fog in the distance gradually covered the battlefield. Although it was thin and not enough to block the view, it had an inexplicable suppression. The little monk and others felt a strange corrosive force suppressing their strength.
The deformed Blood Demon Cult leader was excited and howling, and his combat power was greatly enhanced.
"Roar——"
The matter did not stop there. Four strange and fierce roars came from the black fog. Under the vibration of the sound waves, the little monk and other geniuses had a splitting headache, their blood trembled, and they felt a super high status suppressing them.
The people's hearts trembled.
The two sides of the battle in the sky were so fierce that it was hard to tell who was better. Yang Tingjun shouted coldly.
"Please help, ancestor!"
The wind and clouds gathered above the nine heavens, and terrifying streams of light flew from afar.
"Only you have the foundation of the sect, and would you ask the old immortal to die?"
Guan Canghai sneered, raised the Chixiao Zhantian Sword, and the blade split the control, sending a signal. Suddenly, there was also a terrifying stream of light coming from afar to support...
The Blood Demon Sect Leader's paper figurine did not make a move, with a strange smile on his face, his eyes rolling around,
Tsk tsk,
Two are missing, and it seems that two more people are missing.
The Pope and the Phoenix Queen have not appeared...