When the Demon Lord heard this voice, he felt a little familiar. When he turned to look at Chen Ming, he saw Chen Ming stretching out his left hand and pressing his shoulder. In his right hand, he was already holding a national weapon and piercing his abdomen. "Chen...Ming..."

Chen Ming reached out and pushed the Demon Lord down. Blood flowed along the sword in his hand to the ground. Then Chen Ming looked at Zhuo Qingyao at the city gate. Zhuo Qingyao was covered in blood at this moment, but most of them were from the enemy.

Zhuo Qingyao also looked at Chen Ming from a distance. Zhuo Qingyao naturally discovered that Chen Ming had arrived. Chen Ming smiled at Zhuo Qingyao, then waved thousands of Tianzhu, unsheathed the sword, and flew towards the city wall. With Chen Ming's attainment in formations, he could see through these formations at just one glance, and directly controlled the spiritual sword to destroy the array eyes of these formations. In just a moment, the city walls collapsed one after another, and the city walls that were five miles away from Chen Ming had already collapsed.

Such a huge gap appeared in the city wall, and many righteous practitioners rushed over and killed the people of the Demon Sect!

Zhuo Qingyao stepped on the auspicious cloud and came to Chen Ming's face and bowed, "Master."

Chen Ming stretched out his hands and pressed Zhuo Qingyao's shoulders, looked around carefully, "Are you not injured?"

Zhuo Qingyao said: "It's okay, it's all skin trauma."

Chen Ming said: "With your current hard work, you shouldn't have scars. You should be as beautiful as before, but you should be careful and go."

Zhuo Qingyao suddenly said, "Master, why do you suddenly care if I become unpretty because of scars?"

Chen Ming said: "If you are not beautiful, people from other sects may think that I treat you badly, which will affect your reputation as a teacher!"

Zhuo Qingyao gave Chen Ming a blank look, thinking that there was something else, so she directly rushed over with her men.

At this time, Ling Xian came to Chen Ming excitedly, one sq away from Chen Ming. Seeing the master feeling sorry for his senior sister just now, Ling Xian guessed that his master might feel sorry for me, and then he would pass on me more magical skills to fight against the immortals?

Ling Xian said aggrievedly: "Master, my hand is almost broken!"

Chen Ming glanced at it and said nothing serious, "A man, a real man, what's wrong with being injured? Hurry up and kill the enemy as his teacher. I remember that the Taoist scriptures of practice have no use of magic power when you reach your level!"

Ling Xian: This is completely different from the treatment of the senior sister!

Chen Ming continued:

"Get out quickly, I'm very busy with my teacher!"

Look at the senior sister's injuries so carefully, she is not busy!

This is absolutely sexist!

Chen Ming closed his eyes, and under his control, Wan Jian began to kill freely. Chen Ming wanted to completely kill the army outside!

Countless spiritual swords were flying, and various sword techniques with sword intent were used to kill each king-level!

Around Chen Ming, a practitioner of the Demon Sect fell down after another practitioner of the Demon Sect.

But in just one cup of tea, there was no longer a standing practitioner of the Demon Sect around him.

As the army of Iron Niu Valley and Sword King Pavilion suddenly entered, the entire battle situation changed drastically. The monarchs attacking outside the city wall finally understood what Chen Ming meant. Now the opponent's resistance was getting weaker and weaker. "Attack, strong attack, today, we must kill them clean!"

One city wall after another was broken. Although the Demon Sect was a defensive, the righteous practitioners attacked both sides of the two sides, making them unable to look forward to the front and friend Zuo was in a dilemma!

However, the above order was to fight to the death, so they had to continue fighting. One by one, the practitioners of the Demon Sect fell, and the gaps in the city wall were getting bigger and bigger. More and more righteous paths rushed into the camp of the Demon Sect and began to attack!

On the ground, a big flag of the Demon Sect fell down, fell in a pool of blood, turning red, and then a flame rose to ignite the flag. Although it was already at night, there were fires everywhere in the battlefield at this moment, and the entire front line was as bright as day.

Chen Ming flew into the sky and looked at the battlefield that lasted hundreds of miles long, sighing, "Direction, I care about your destiny, the script is now written by me Chen Ming!"

Destiny, what is destiny? The beacon fire and wolf smoke everywhere is destiny. The so-called destiny is the success, king and defeated bandits!

The world of practitioners has always been so cruel. The Tao is different, and only life and death can be distinguished from right or wrong!

At this moment, Chen Ming can really say that most of the world has already taken over me!

The war is still continuing, and the righteous path at this moment is extremely high in morale, but the Demon Sect is retreating step by step.

The righteous path made a great momentum, and it was like a bamboo shoot, and it beat the Demon Sect to the point of falling flowers and water, and the corpses piled up like mountains. Countless kings, who entered the Dao Realm, fell on that night.

Bi Yuesheng looked at the battlefield, the Demon Sect was already defeated,

Although they are cultivating demons, they still know how to be afraid. Now they are extremely low in morale. If they continue to fight, they are just to die.

"Second brother, you can't fight any more. If you continue to fight, we really have no hope of fighting another battle!"

The second sect leader of the Demon Sect took a look at the battlefield. At this moment, the battlefield was already defeated. The Demon Sect was beaten to pieces, and countless Demon Sect practitioners fell down and fell from the sky.

And those who practice the righteous path are now in a state of unstoppable momentum!

The second sect leader of the Demon Sect knew that every time he hesitated for a while, tens of thousands of Demon Sect practitioners died. If he continued, he would be in a complete defeat.

The second sect leader of the Demon Sect bowed helplessly and said, "Retreat, withdraw now, and we still have a chance when our brother recovers from his injuries!"

Bi Yuesheng said happily: "Retract the troops, my second brother has the right to withdraw the troops!"

The Demon Sect finally heard the news of withdrawing troops, and each left the positions they had been holding and began to withdraw. How could the righteous path miss such a good opportunity and chased them all the way.

The Demon Sect was defeated. That night, the entire Demon Sect army fought hard, left behind countless corpses, and began to escape to the Demon Sect base camp.

Chen Ming ordered the pursuit for three days, killing more than one million enemies, and then Chen Ming ordered the pursuit to stop the pursuit. Now he has a great advantage, and there is no need to let the pursuit army go deep alone and fall into the ambush of the Demon Sect.

This decisive battle between the righteous and the demons ended with a complete victory in the righteous way. Chen Ming, who commanded this battle, had his prestige at the peak of his prestige and had the momentum of the righteous way.

In the command hall before the Demon Sect, Chen Ming and the monarchs gathered together to start counting the results of the battle.

Zi Tianzang was responsible for counting the results of the battle. Chen Ming asked directly: "How many enemies will be killed in this battle?"

Zi Tianzang said happily: "In this battle, we are in a state of power, and with the pursuit of the enemy, we have killed more than seven million enemies! The remaining army of the Demon Sect has only about three million left and fled back. This time, the Demon Sect has suffered a great loss of energy!"

Chen Ming nodded slightly, then continued to ask, "What about us?"

Zi Tianzang said: "Although we are a great victory, we still have to pay more than 2 million yuan in cultivators. Many of them are injured, and the spirit weapons and armor are damaged, so they need to be repaired!"

Chen Ming nodded slightly and looked at his two B-level tasks: the evil ghost will eventually return to hell, with a progress of 73%. A total war, with a progress of 58%.
Chapter completed!