Chapter 1013

After Luo Qing and Yuan Hao were killed, the number of Terrans at the level of Yuanying was almost equal to that of the ghost.

But relatively speaking, the disadvantages of low-level friars are still obvious.

At this time, a huge bloody drum rose in the moon city. The bloody drum appeared, and a desolate and hot-blooded breath spread through the battlefield thousands of miles around the moon city like mercury.

There were more than ten feet around the big drum. An old man with blind eyes, looking at his accomplishments, turned out to be another Yuanying friar, but he was like a dead manuscript, and his vitality was almost gone. He stepped into the gate of hell with one foot.

At a glance, like leaves in the wind, they may wither at any time. Following the blind old man, there were fourteen or five Yuan Ying friars with almost the same breath.

"Cangyang blood drum!"

The powerful man of the ghost family, looking at the rising blood drum, immediately screamed. In ancient times, there were hundreds of families. The ancient friars fought in the south of heaven and the north of earth, making a world for the reproduction of the later family. Countless ancient people shed their heads and shed blood.

The sound of war drums shakes the night and awakens the dawn. Those who fight, wearing the setting sun and tall and unyielding figures, drag on the road of the journey.

Cangyang lies on the road, blood sprinkles on the wilderness, bones are buried in the green mountains, and the drums of war never stop.

"Our human race can stand among all races for countless years and remain immortal together with heaven and earth. How can you be despised by your dark race! Today, let's let you ghost race see the spirit of our ancestors to fight demons and eliminate ghosts."

"The vast, dark and yellow, the sword shakes the wild. Towering, the cangyang lies on the road, the ocean, and the blood sobs in the sky..."

The old man whose eyes are blind and the other 14 are full of vitality. Shouyuan has little to take. The friars Yuanying who can't bear the first World War sing the song of the great wilderness together.

The Dahuang song and the cangyang blood drum exuding the ancient desolation complement each other.

"Cangyang blood drum has long disappeared in this world with the ancient friars, and you are only an imitation. What's the fear of our ghost family!" Ao Du ghost King roared and woke up many frightened ghost families. Although the low-level friars of the ghost family occupy the majority, once the morale falls into the disadvantage, the consequences are unimaginable.

"Ha ha, although the genuine cangyang blood drum is no longer in this field, the pioneering spirit of the ancient friars and the spirit of endless bloody war will last forever. Even this imitation can also let us understand the mind and spirit of the ancient sages to fight in the wilderness!" the blind old man and others looked up at the sky and smiled, and then continued to sing the wilderness song.

"You Taoist friends, we don't have many days left. The longest one is only more than ten years old. It's a great blessing that we can understand the state of mind of the ancient friar together."

"Beat the drum!"

"The vast, dark and yellow, the sword shakes the wild. Towering, the cangyang lies on the road, the ocean, and the blood sobs in the sky..."

Bang! Ten old people, who were already in their twilight of life, joined hands to hit the bloody drum.

A wild song, desolate and atmospheric, majestic with the progress in sadness. The Terrans in the war, including Lu Xiaotian, seemed to see that at the beginning, the trees were towering and the demons and ghosts were rampant. The Terrans only occupied a corner. The ancient friars realized the power of heaven and earth and began to survive tenaciously in the struggles of many races, using their swords to expand their living space. Countless people fell on the road of war, blood stained with the setting sun, but countless people followed

Hot blood, crisis, mixed with the sadness of unfulfilled ambition

"Towering, the dark sun lies on the road. Ocean, blood weeping in the sky..."

Bang... Ten yuan infant friars fought the blood drum for the rest of their lives. Bring countless people into this sad and generous artistic conception, with desolate chest and blood. As the drums went deep into people's hearts, countless monks sang the great wilderness song in unison.

Lu Xiaotian heard that his heart was also full of blood. Even the mana operation was a few filaments faster than usual. I was surprised. I glanced at a dozen old people who beat drums with the strength of their lives and sang in unison. While Lu Xiaotian resonated in his heart, he also raised a burst of insight. It seems that it is not so simple to make them resonate with such a big battle and spend such a price.

This cangyang blood drum, which is an imitation of the ancient cultivation device, can also arouse the monk's Qi and blood and stimulate the immortal's potential. It's just that the cangyang blood drum is only a imitation after all. It had little impact on friar Yuanying.

However, looking at those golden elixirs, foundation building and gas refining friars, their excited look and spirit are not the same as before. The battlefield thousands of miles around is shrouded in the cangyang blood drum. The whole Terran has great momentum. Although the number is much lower than that of the ghost clan.

However, cangyang blood drum not only promoted the strength, but also brought all monks into the solemn and stirring of the sages to explore the living space. Under the common hatred and common progress, he gave full play to his strength and made further progress, even pressing back the momentum of the ghost family.

Bang... The drums went on one after another, and countless human blood spilled on the battlefield, but more of it was the fall of the ghost clan. Peng, a Fengyu old Yuanying, Shouyuan exhausted, mana exhausted, turned into a wisp of fly ash and disappeared into the air, "The cangyang blood drum is in this world, which reproduces the atmosphere of the ancient cultivation expedition. It's a pity to see this scene in this life. It's a pity that you can't witness the victory of our Terran with your own eyes. You Taoist friends, don't forget to send a good report when you hold a memorial ceremony in the future. I'll go first..."

In the void, the old man's voice gradually floated, weak, and then disappeared, but the heroic and desolate feeling of dying with emotion was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

"Cang Hongdao friend, don't hurry, I'll come..." the blind old man followed and disappeared into the invisible

"It's towering and the sun is lying on the road. The ocean is blue and the blood is crying in the sky. Fight the ghost family in the starry field and attack the ten thousand demons in Mo yuan. Sweep the howls of the four harmonies and level the enemies in the eight wastelands. The Phoenix roars for nine days and asks after bathing in the fire. The Dragon fights in the field and its blood is dark and yellow..."

Some people died in the war, but tens of thousands of monks sang together, but the waves of the wilderness song were higher than one another. The great spirit of the Terran is gathering in the air. The ghost spirit raging in the sky has a faint sense of being suppressed.

Yuan Hao shot, and the fiery sun double arm sword refined by the ancient Jianzong with a special method was like two rounds of hot sun flying in the air, fighting with a skeleton ghost king.

Luo Qing's side is still like a cold and noble solitary moon, with a sword and a mysterious moonlight from the clouds, but it is sharp.

Fifty or sixty yuan Ying friars fought with the ghost king and killed the world repeatedly. Inspired by the cangyang blood drum, the low-level Terrans have swept away the previous decline. Within thousands of miles of battle areas, they shout and scream. Heaven and earth, blood all over the world, killing the sun and the moon. Lu Xiaotian and the wolf scorpion ghost king in front of him also ran over to Wangyue City, and then fought outside the city.