"You can't take my head."
Wuque said indifferently. Sword will flowed around him, and a row of golden sword formations appeared in front of him. Each sword was pointed at the first general of the Qin Imperial City.
Tian Dou had a smile on his face. He rolled up his white robe and flung it out. Dazzling battle spears surrounded his body.
In an instant, the sword light flashed across the space between the two of them. The battle spears pierced through the air, and an unparalleled attack erupted.
At this moment!
Qin Hao dispersed the evil power and changed into his dragon form to fight with Evil God for the second time. His fist, which was suffused with the brilliance of the nomological particles, blasted out. Fists of light were like flaming dragons flying horizontally. Especially when the Nine Palace acupoints were opened and the Battle Path Body was forged, the explosive Nirvana power swept and spread. The edge of the Path World was shaken and rippled. Even the seal set by Yan Ming was glowing strongly.
"Your explosive power in this state is very strong. Unfortunately, you can only maintain it for a limited time."
Eastern Sky, the Evil God, retreated in order to advance. He dragged along the dancing Evil Spirits and avoided a direct confrontation with Qin Hao.
Just now, out of curiosity, in order to feel Yan Ming's Emperor Soul and the ancient divine technique, the Indestructible Samsara Art, he activated a wisp of evil power to try and see how powerful the human dragon was. In the end, it was torn apart by Qin Hao's fist light.
As expected of someone who gave the Fourteen Gods of the Origin Spirit a headache. Although Yan Ming had left the Divine Wilderness, he had left behind a wisp of Divine Dao power to seal his essence blood in a divine artifact. Coincidentally, it had created a monster like Qin Hao.
Fortunately, Qin Hao had not completely mastered the laws. Once he stepped into the true Divine Dao, the Evil God would not be able to withstand it.
Qin Hao's sweat gradually seeped through the gaps between his scales. He felt the power in his fist gradually weaken.
The Evil God had guessed correctly. Before stepping into the true Divine Dao, even if he entered the Nirvana Emperor Path, he would not be able to maintain the human dragon's power for long.
He was delaying and waiting.
Try your best to delay the Evil Soul until Zhan Wu and Zhou Wudao arrive.
At this time, the huge phantom of the Phoenix Divine Bird let out a cry and flew down from the sky with raging flames. As the phantom of the Phoenix Divine Bird bloomed with radiance, an old and domineering figure suddenly appeared. The Phoenix Clan Ancestor did not say anything and directly jumped into the formation to pounce on the Evil Soul.
"Ant."
The Evil Soul glanced indifferently at the Phoenix Clan Ancestor. It had already sensed the Phoenix Clan Ancestor's arrival with its mind. It waved its hand and sent out a beam of extremely evil energy. That ugly evil spirit with a human face dragged a trail of ghostly smoke towards the Phoenix Clan Ancestor.
Under the laws, the rules were ineffective.
The Evil God had accumulated the resentment of powerhouses for tens of thousands of years. His Evil Will had been tempered to the extreme. In his opinion, even the Phoenix Ancestor, a descendant of the Phoenix God, would not be able to withstand it.
Unexpectedly, the flames in the Phoenix Clan Ancestor's hand swirled, and a sword appeared out of thin air. This sword blade was filled with an intense divine pressure, and its sharpness was extremely terrifying. It was obviously not an ordinary sword.
The Phoenix Clan Ancestor gripped the sword with both hands and let out a roar as he slashed at the evil spirit with bloodshot eyes. The blade that was suffused with the radiance of Divine Will tore the evil spirit apart from the middle, cutting it all the way from head to tail before finally landing on the Evil God's body.
"Ah!"
A painful cry rang out. It was hard to imagine that it came from the mouth of the nearly indestructible Evil Soul. The disguised soul desperately retreated, but its reaction was also extremely fast. The moment the Phoenix Sword tore a hole in the Evil Soul's body, it frantically retreated. However, the hole in its arm did not close again. Wisps of evil energy continuously poured out of the crack that was suffused with traces of fire, as if countless souls were crawling out.
"Divine Weapon."
The Evil Soul's expression finally changed. It looked at the Phoenix Clan Ancestor with an especially serious gaze, firmly staring at the sword that had cut it.
If the fragmented image in its memory was not wrong, that should be the Divine Weapon of the Phoenix God, the Phoenix Divine Cry.
"Hahahaha …" The Phoenix Clan Ancestor laughed wildly. "You didn't expect this, did you? Although the gods are dead, this mortal world has perfectly preserved the Divine Weapon of the Phoenix God."
His face was filled with supreme glory, and his eyes were filled with extreme hatred. The Phoenix Clan Ancestor stared fiercely at the Evil Soul Eastern Sky's face with a twisted expression, wanting nothing more than to cut it into countless pieces.
When he was young, he was not eye-catching in the clan. The Phoenix Clan had always respected strength, and strength was the only way to stay in the clan. Myōri had never looked down on him, and as the proud daughter of the god race, she had taken care of his family many times.
His mother's body was weak, and at that time, Myōri's care was no different from half a mother to a child.
This damned Evil Soul had destroyed Myōri's emperor's path, and not even her body was left behind. Ten thousand deaths were not enough to atone for his sins.
"The old man's emotions are so intense, it seems he hates the Evil Soul even more than I do."
Qin Hao was a little confused, but that was not important.
The Phoenix Clan Ancestor had rushed over like a hothead, so he definitely had something to rely on, which was why Dendi did not stop him just now.
It turned out that the Phoenix Clan Ancestor's trump card was a Divine Weapon.
How many times had this happened already?
After a short moment of absent-mindedness, the Phoenix Clan Ancestor in his divine robe held the Phoenix Divine Cry in his hand and slashed at the Evil Soul again.
Qin Hao shook his head slightly. The old man had the protection of a Divine Weapon, but how could he lose his mind?
However, it was more or less a help.
Immediately, Qin Hao moved again and began to attack the Evil Soul of the Divine wilderness with the Phoenix Clan Ancestor.
Rumble!
Roar!!
The demon army pushed forward, following the instructions of the dog spirit, Jiu Ying, Peacock Demon King, and the Demon Emperors. The sea of beasts divided the Empress' personal army into several groups, and began to eliminate them one by one with the help of the Nine Lineages of the Phoenix.
In the central region, in front of the Empress, although the Four-barbarian army fought fiercely, they were alone in the face of the siege of the Phoenix Clan and the Southern Region Li Clan elites.
Especially after the Dao Ancestor destroyed the Picchu giants, the Four-barbarian army was in danger, and there were signs of collapse.
However, at this time, an unforeseen event happened.
About twenty Four-barbarian shamans in wizard robes appeared in the center of the front line, and a group of people stood together in a circle, chanting incantations at the same time. Strings of ancient gray runes floated out, and their bodies emanated astonishing power.
Buzz!
A pillar of light burst out from the ring formed by the crowd. Waves of evil aura rolled out from the center of the ring and condensed into an incomparably huge evil spirit. This evil spirit was clad in ancient armor. It actually stepped out from the encirclement of the Phoenix God Race and Li Clan's elites. It stomped down with its feet that were as majestic as a mountain. One by one, the God Race warriors and Li Clan's elites disappeared, leaving behind a trail of footprints.
The Evil Soul carried a monstrous evil wind that flipped Empress Jing Ji's chariot, and it ran out, tearing a huge gap in the circle formed by the warriors.
This was not the end. After the Evil Soul appeared, it began to counterattack the Nine Lineages of the Phoenix according to the will of the shamans in the formation. The heavenly arm with disgusting liquid flowing down it waved, and it swept in the direction of Lord Wu Huang and his disciples. A gust of bloody wind swept across, and the sixth island of Phoenix Flower, from the island lords to the elders and disciples, all evaporated into thin air, leaving not a single drop of blood behind.
"Wu Huang."
Supremacy Feng Lan looked at the empty space, and her face was filled with shock.
All the orthodoxies who participated in the battle were shocked.
What kind of power was this?
It wiped out the entire Phoenix Flower Lineage in one blow.
"This is the ancient curse passed down by the Barbarian God. Don't gather together, spread out, quickly spread out."
Empress Jing Ji climbed out from under the broken chariot. Only half of the chariot built by the Phoenix Clan was left after being swept by the evil wind, and the Fire Feather Armor on her body had also lost its luster.
The Fire Feather was the life feather of the Phoenix Clan, and it was related to the strength of life force and Dao Will. It was obvious that Empress Jing Ji was severely injured.
"Retreat … Dark Blue, Lark, Whisper … all lineages, retreat!"
Feng Lan shouted loudly, and the sacred item, Dream Branch, in her hand shone brightly. An invisible force was injected into Phoenix Flower Supremacy's body, and the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth began to gather crazily towards the Imperial Sword in her hand. She slashed out with her sword, and a blazing Flaming Divine Phoenix appeared. It opened its sharp claws and pounced on the giant Evil Soul.
At this moment, the light of the curse that erupted from the shamans at the core of the Barbarian Formation became even more intense. Their bodies gradually became shriveled, and their ugly faces became even uglier and older as their life force was drained away.
However, they had exchanged for more power for the Evil Soul.
Boom!
A terrifying fist aura pierced through the sky, and before the Heavenly Phoenix Sword Will could fall, the Evil Soul pierced through Feng Lan's Dao Will. A rain of fire fell from the sky, and Feng Lan seemed to have been punched. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her body was on the verge of collapse.
"Supremacy!"
The island masters and elders of the various lineages were shocked.
With the Dream Branch, Feng Lan could control the power of the North and gather it into one body. Her cultivation was comparable to an Unblemished Great Master, but she was no match for the curse cast by the shamans from the Barbarian Formation.
"That's not an ordinary curse. It's an ancient Life Burning Technique, and it's very powerful.
Also, the curse power gathered is not ordinary. "
At the back of the North Territory Alliance Army, Myōri, who only had her Emperor Soul floating, looked at the injured Feng Lan. Just by sensing the aura, one could tell that it was evil power that could destroy a pseudo-Unblemished Great Master.
However, the evil power gathered by the shamans' curse was not of the same origin as the Evil God of the Divine Wilderness.
Otherwise, Feng Lan was already dead.
The evil power of the Evil Soul could fight against the laws. If it attacked with its power, not only Feng Lan, no Unblemished Great Master could withstand it.
Except for that person!
Boom!
The light filled with Battle Intent Particles descended in front of the giant Evil Spirit. The Sunset War God, the master of the Sunset Peak, pressed down with his five fingers. Under the cover of Path Will, the palm light spanned across hundreds of acres and turned into a swirling current. It suddenly clasped the Evil Spirit's head.
In the next moment, at the core of the Barbarian Formation, the shamans who cast the ancient curse all trembled violently. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths. However, they did not fall down. Instead, they straightened their backs and put up a strong resistance.
The turbulent vibration reverberated, and Zhan Wu retreated. The Art of Honest Combat's palm gave up the five senses. Even Kui Han could not withstand it and did not crush the Evil Spirit.
"I'll hold the Evil Spirit back. You guys rush in and kill them."
Zhan Wu floated toward the Evil Spirit and pointed at the shamans at the core of the Barbarian Formation.
No matter how lowly the ants in the Lower World were, they still had strong beliefs. The shamans did not care about life and death. If they lost this battle, they knew very well that there would be no more Barbarians in the world.
For the survival of their race, they had to give it their all.
"Hurry up and break the formation!"
Emperor Jing Ji shouted in a hoarse voice as he rushed forward.
"Old Luo, charge with me."
Li Yuan's sword flashed and cut off the head of a Barbarian. He charged forward side by side with Emperor Luo, trying to open a bloody path through the Barbarian Formation.
The Phoenix Gods and the Southern Region Army moved. The Zheng Tribe, Night Net Palace, and Scorching Sun Temple's elders all roared and rushed toward the core of the Barbarian Formation.
Victory was right in front of them. After fighting for so long, they could not let the Evil Spirit of the Barbarian Formation stop them from winning.
Rumble!
The void shook violently.
At this moment, a group of black-armored cavalry emerged from the rear of the Four-barbarian Army. They turned into two torrents and surrounded the Phoenix God Clan and the Southern Region Army from the flanks. Li Yuan, Emperor Luo, and the injured Jing Ji were completely separated from the Alliance Army of the North.
"Mo Luo Army."
The Sunset Battle God looked ahead. The Nightmare War Horses of the Mo Luo Empire were like a black tide that separated the Alliance Army of the North. The one who commanded the cavalry was the current Emperor Mo Luo.