Chapter 210

Following Chen Luoyang's order, there was immediate chaos in the opponent's camp.

Zhao Zhenyang, General of the Northern Guards of the Great Xia Dynasty, looked down at his abdomen in astonishment.

There, a bloody knife tip came out from his right abdomen.

The knife, from behind.

If he hadn't been vigilant and dodged at the last moment, then this knife might hit the back of the heart and stab out from the chest.

The hand holding the knife is named Yang Ke.

General Xiwei of the Great Xia Dynasty.

All the people around looked at him in shock. Some people wanted to help Zhao Zhenyang, but their hearts tightened and they felt numb in their hands and feet.

In the sky, under the gaze of Chen Luoyang's dark golden eyes, a group of people felt as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs, making them breathless.

That is not a spiritual illusion, but a real oppression both mentally and physically.

And Zhao Zhenyang, who was stabbed into the back of the waist by Yang Ke and stabbed out of the abdominal cavity, a thought quickly flashed through Zhao Zhenyang's mind.

"You... didn't betray you in the face of the battle, but you have long been a member of the Demon Cult! Just like the mirror of Qingliang Temple..."

Yang Ke nodded: "I am Long Si, the dragon outside the Azure Dragon Hall."

"Sure enough..." Everyone heard the words, and they all felt that it was true.

The three dragons outside the Azure Dragon Hall are all top experts who joined the Demon Cult secretly.

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Dragon Four?

Everyone was startled again, their hearts clenched, and they were shrouded in shadows that emerged.

At this moment, there was another angry curse: "Third brother, you are very good!"

Feng Chunyi, the patriarch of the Northern Xinjiang Feng family, one of the three great families in the Xia Dynasty, had an expression of disbelief.

At this moment, a handprint suddenly appeared on his back.

The handprints condensed into frost and lingered on Feng Chunyi's back for a long time.

Everyone is familiar with this skill, and no one is more familiar with it than Feng Chunyi himself.

Because that is the highest unique skill passed down from his Feng family, Fengxue God's Palm.

The Feng family relied on this unique knowledge to dominate the northern border of the Xia Dynasty, and at the same time often confronted foreign masters.

It's just that Feng Chunyi, the head of the family, never imagined that one day he would actually receive this slap.

And this palm. It originated from another Martial King of the Feng family besides him, "June Blizzard" Feng Taiping.

The strength gap between Feng Taiping and Feng Chunyi is larger than the strength gap between Yang Ke and Zhao Zhenyang.

If Feng Chunyi hadn't been injured in the confrontation with the Demon Sect master, Feng Tianping would have hardly achieved such a result even if he had sneaked up and plotted against him.

But now Feng Chunyi is not thinking about these things, he looks at the brother of the same clan opposite him in disbelief.

Feng Taiping put down his palm and looked at him calmly: "Brother, you don't have to look at me like that. Yes, I am also a dragon outside the Azure Dragon Hall of the Divine Sect, and I joined the Divine Sect earlier than General Yang. I am the Second Dragon."

Feng Chunyi said shyly: "In order to replace the old man as the head of the family, you took refuge in the Devil's Cult?"

"Actually not." Feng Taiping said: "If you know the current affairs, brother, you still have a chance now."

He looked around at the astonished crowd, especially those Xia Dynasty warriors.

"I joined the divine sect, first of all, because the leader is so mighty, I firmly believe that this sect will surely achieve supremacy and rule China.

Second, it was because I was unwilling.

This unwillingness is not aimed at you, big brother, but at Xia Chao, at my Feng family.

Li Yuanlong's wolf ambition to suppress our three aristocratic families is well known, even the gods and foreign races are aware of it.

It is true that among the three big families, he seems to treat our Feng family slightly preferentially, but we all know the reason, it is to let our Feng family serve as Xia Chao's watchdog for him, facing the threat of alien races.

Seeing that our Feng family has been oppressed by Li Yuanlong all these years, we have to use it as a shield for him. Brother, you are obsessed with obsession, how can I be reconciled? "

Hearing what he said, some warriors from the Xia Dynasty couldn't help cursing: "A bunch of nonsense rebels! If it wasn't for me, Daxia, who was behind me, how could your little Feng family be able to resist so many experts from other races?"

"That said, Li Yuanlong doesn't want to poach the corners of my Feng family all day long, so he is qualified to say it." Feng Taiping said calmly: "Take a step back, if my Feng family is destined to submit to others, why must I choose Li Yuanlong? My God The leader of the sect, Tianwei, has swept all the lands of China, not much better than Li Yuanlong? Whether it is the Xia Dynasty or the foreign race, they have all been destroyed by our sect."

While speaking, he looked at Patriarch Feng Chunyi.

Feng Chunyi's face sank like water, and he didn't say a word.

Feng Taiping said: "Brother, you should be angry with me, but please consider for my Feng family children, Li Yuanlong committed suicide, why should our Feng family be loyal to this person who has been suppressing us, and accompany him on that broken boat?" Sink together?"

Feng Chunyi didn't speak.

But Feng Taiping could see that the other party had actually wavered.

In fact, it wasn't that no other Feng family children raised this point on the way westward.

It's just that many people are limited by their inherent thinking, thinking that there is a difference between righteousness and demons, and they should not succumb to the threat of force from the demon sect.

But now, the Demon Emperor is here in person, and the sense of oppression brought by it is completely unmatched by other Demon Cult masters before.

The two sides are not on the same level at all.

Just standing there with that aura that seemed like a catastrophe destroyed the courage and will of most people on the scene, and made everyone fall into despair.

In this case, Feng Taiping said, the lethality is not only multiplied, it is simply magnified by dozens or hundreds of times.

"Brother, the current era is the era of my divine religion, and the current vast land of China is the vast land of China of my divine religion. Where I offended you before, I will punish you later without any complaints, but at this moment, please You think about our Feng family."

Patriarch Feng Chunyi looked around, looked at the children of the Feng family who were full of wind and frost on the way to escape, and then looked at Feng Taiping in front of him, couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Regardless of the injuries on his body, he turned around with difficulty, and slowly knelt down towards Chen Luoyang, who was on top of Yanlong's head in mid-air: "Please... the lord, forgive me for my sins."

Before the words fell, a loud shout suddenly sounded from the side.

Zhao Zhenyang, General of the Great Xia Northern Guard who was seriously injured by Yang Ke, suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade that had pierced his abdomen.

Then he swung a pitch-black divination halberd backwards and struck at Yang Ke who was behind him!

Although Yang Ke was on guard, he didn't expect Zhao Zhenyang's sudden blow to be so seriously injured, showing his strength as if ignoring his own injury.

The long knife had already been caught by the opponent. Yang Ke, who had experienced many battles, did not insist on drawing the knife to resist, but let go and retreated directly to avoid it.

However, Zhao Zhenyang's pitch-black halberd was as fast as lightning, and it struck Yang Ke in an instant.

But that's all there is to it.

A black air flow appeared out of thin air, wrapping around Zhao Zhenyang's whole body, restricting his movements.

The halberd that fell in front of Yang Ke could no longer continue to fall.

Everyone at the scene was shocked to find that the surroundings were surrounded by strips of black air currents floating in the air, enveloping everyone in it.

Everyone felt that their breath was not smooth, it was difficult to exert their strength, their hearts were full of boredom, and hallucinations appeared in front of them.

Between heaven and earth, there seem to be countless black dragons, howling in unison, chanting scriptures and preaching the Tao together.

Black lotus gushes from the ground, and the Vatican bell shrieks.

The sky is full of black Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Jiedi...

"Ultimately Blissful Land, Demons cross all sentient beings!"

Everyone looked up to the sky, and saw Chen Luoyang standing above Yanlong's head, still standing casually, with his hands behind his back.

But above his head, the jet-black giant Buddha sat cross-legged, and the reversed "卍" character in his palm kept turning.

Everyone is desperate.

With the Demon Emperor here, they had no chance of fighting back.

Chen Luoyang used the Tathagata's magic palm, but it was just a hand gesture, and the power of the palm manifested, making it difficult for everyone to move an inch.

Zhao Zhenyang was restrained by the black energy and could not move.

The wound on his abdomen, bleeding more.

Yang Ke, who was not in any danger, looked at the other party and shook his head: "Why bother, you and I don't have the surname Li, so there is no need to be buried with him for the Li family. Didn't you see that even His Royal Highness King Han once The Li family, have you already submitted to my god religion?"

Zhao Zhenyang let out a long breath: "Ice charcoal is different from a furnace, you don't know what loyalty is, but I do.

Although His Majesty has died at the hands of the Demon Emperor, since Zhao has become an official of the Great Xia, he will defend the land and protect the people for the Great Xia, and fight all foreign enemies to the end!

And you swaying villains, I will wait in the underworld, waiting for the day when the Demon Cult will be destroyed, to see if you vote for a new leader! "

"Then you will never wait for that day." Yang Ke said calmly, without changing his face, "My God Cult leader is eternal, God Cult is eternal, and I don't have your worries at all."

Zhao Zhenyang sneered again and again.

Chen Luoyang on the dragon head said indifferently: "While being loyal is commendable, he is also incredibly stupid. It's not beautiful to persuade him any more, so let's just let him go."

"I would like to obey the order of the leader." Yang Ke said, and immediately killed Zhao Zhenyang.

Chen Luoyang was looking at Feng Chunyi and Feng Taiping on the other side: "Go to Luoyang City, we will make arrangements for you later."

According to the usual practice, the death penalty is still inevitable for those who have the blood of the disciples of the Demon Cult on their hands. Although the rest will be punished, there is still hope for their lives.

Feng Chunyi bowed his head: "Thank you, Master Hong En."

Some of the Feng family's children who knew they were going to die became restless.

But facing Feng Taiping who was in the realm of King Wu, all their struggles were in vain.

Chen Luoyang calmly looked down at the others below.

"Surrender, or perish."

Everyone present looked at the surrendered Feng family and at the dying Zhao Zhenyang and others, and immediately began to split apart.

Compared with the remnants of the Xia Dynasty, the people of the Weishui Zhao family were much more straightforward, and they surrendered to the Demon Cult one after another.

Those Zhao family children who had killed and wounded the disciples of the Demon Sect begged for mercy in panic, or tried to fight back desperately, but they couldn't make any waves.

The scene was in chaos.

Against the background of the Elysium scene where Chen Luoyang's palm manifested, it was even more like a scene of demons dancing wildly.

Among the people present, the only one who is considered stable is a group of monks.

Although monks with lower levels of cultivation were affected by Tathagata's demonic palm, they also had hallucinations, but an old monk stood in front of everyone, barely holding up the glazed Buddha's light, and dispelled the demon for everyone with a pure intention.

Chen Luoyang looked at his old acquaintance "Sick Maha" Master Mingjue and said, "If there is a way to restore the cultivation base of the thirteenth realm, at the last moment of your life, don't you try it once?"