A large number of immortals and demons came to Black Crow City. When they saw the tragic situation here, they were stunned and looked shocked. Some even felt fearful. Such a battlefield was really terrible.

Zhang Hongbo stood in front of the Immortal Army, and at this time he could see several injuries on his body. Judging from his breath, it is not difficult to infer that there are still injuries in his body that have not healed. There is no doubt that although he won the battle, it is not easy.

After looking around, Zhang Hongbo frowned slightly, then looked at the several figures in the Heavenly Palace of the Panshen before stretching out.

The war lasted for nearly two months, and the rest of the world had ended, but there was no news here. He also arrived to check the situation after he properly settled the affairs of other cities.

The wars were all tragic, and the tragic here was far beyond other places. But Chen Weiming and Ming Dao were still alive. There was no doubt that the Senluo Hell was defeated here.

The external forces could not help the injury of the Nether Dao for a while. Seeing Zhang Hongbo coming, Chen Weiming also flew out of the Heavenly Palace of the Panshen.

"How is the injury of the Nether Knife?" Zhang Hongbo asked.

Chen Weiming shook his head slightly: "It's very serious, but fortunately he won't die."

"It's good if you don't die. No matter what your injuries are, there will always be hope!" Zhang Hongbo took out a light yellow pill: "This is a top-notch grass and elixir, which has a miraculous effect of healing. You can take it to the Nether Knife."

"Grass is back to the elixir!" Chen Weiming's eyes lit up, and he was not polite, so he took the pill directly: "Thank you!"

Cao Huan Dan is not an ordinary elixir. This medicine is divided into three levels. The best is the earth-level elixir. The most important ingredient is the innate spiritual root ginseng fruit.

It is said that there is only one ginseng fruit tree in the world, and the holder is Zhen Yuanzi, who once fought with the evil spirit Taoist king in the earthly world. Now Zhen Yuanzi is missing, and there is no trace of the ginseng fruit tree. This top grass can be said to eat one less, but Zhang Hongbo didn't expect that he would be willing to take it out.

I was busy flying back to the Heavenly Palace of the Shenshen and surrendered the grass and pill to the Ming Dao. It is worthy of being a earth-level holy medicine. In just a moment, Ming Dao's pale face turned rosy, and his internal injuries were recovering rapidly.

After scanning the spiritual sense, Chen Weiming was immediately overjoyed. The many secret injuries left before had recovered 90% of them now, and the others were also greatly reduced, so it should be safe.

He left the Panshen Heaven again and bowed to Zhang Hongbo: "Thank you!"

"No need to do this. Although this grass is of great value, it is also valuable to save people." Zhang Hongbo smiled and asked again: "Is he a general who practices the blood Taoist pattern when fighting with the Ming Dao?"

Chen Weiming nodded: "That's right!"

"No wonder!" Zhang Hongbo: "The sixth general Bi Ming, the Blood Way Pattern, the second most powerful force among the top ten generals. No wonder the Nether Knife was injured like this. It was already a lucky chance to win him."

"But it's good. We won. Now we can start deploying the next round. The first round of Senro Hell failed to show off his martial power, and he would definitely not give up. He will make a comeback soon. There will be no restrictions on the next round of war."

This time, because Senluo Hell wanted to show off his martial arts and demonstrate their younger generation's talents, it was agreed that the sub-saint would not participate in the war. Without the sub-saint monks, Chen Weiming and others could demonstrate their strength.

But once the sub-saint takes action, the situation will be completely different. The monk who can be associated with the word "Saint" is already extraordinary.

When there are no rules and restrictions, there is no need to say much about the situation of war, Tongtianxing will inevitably be a fire of war.

"Yes, we need to start preparing for the next round of war, but there are some things that should be handled first."

Suddenly, a cold snorted, and when I saw a fiery red figure in the head, several figures flew over and fell one by one.

The leader of the demon clan's sub-saints is the vermilion bird that Chen Weiming had seen before. There are three sub-saints behind him, with extraordinary aura. Seeing the eyebrows of several sub-saints with a slightly locked brow, their eyes were as bright as swords, Chen Weiming's heart sank, feeling something bad, but he can't tell what's wrong.

"Senior Zhuniao!" Zhang Hongbo bowed and bowed: "What should I do to deal with?"

A white deer sub-sage saint behind Zhuniao said in a deep voice: "The so-called alliance should at least have the strength of the alliance. The human race is just a few young monks, which is a very destiny in itself, but if the battle still needs to be won by sacrificing the demon race, I will find it difficult to accept this."

"There will inevitably be sacrifices in war, and no one can avoid it!" Zhang Hongbo said: "Although only two human races have produced, they have played a key role. Not to mention that Chen Weiming killed two generals in a row and turned the tide. Ming Dao fought to death and almost died, he had already tried his best."

"I don't deny their best efforts, but if it's the best, I think I need a reasonable explanation."

Zhuniao Yasheng raised his hand, and a piece of crystal flew out, and colorful light shone out in the flash.

"Return the crystal!" Zhang Hongbo frowned: "Senior, what do you mean?"

This crystal has a visual effect. After activating, the surrounding situation can be stored in the crystal. When activating again, it can be released to let people know what has happened.

"You'll know if you look at it!" Zhu Niao snorted: "If there weren't any disciples of the demon clan who felt something was wrong and had evacuated the battlefield, this secret might never have been known. The so-called victory, let's see how it came about."

The colorful light flashed, and soon the image was generated. A terrible and chaotic battlefield was Black Crow City.

The death energy is vast, the blood energy is rising and falling, one black and one red, two figures collide and intertwined over the battlefield. One holds a long sword of death, and the other holds a long blood-colored stab, with murderous intent.

"It's Ming Dao and Bi Ming!"

Some immortal cultivators exclaimed, and the combat power of the two Daluo Golden Immortals cultivators was far greater than that of Taiyi Golden Immortals. This was really surprising.

Chen Weiming and Zhang Hongbo frowned, and they all felt something was wrong. Especially Chen Weiming, in fact, when he arrived at the battlefield as soon as possible and saw the corpse without life force in the place, he had already guessed what had happened.

Because of this kind of thing, it has happened in the earthly realm.

He still remembers the sacrifice sword to this day. Although he does not like such power, the user is the Nether Sword, and he can't say anything. It happens when it happens, and can only be regarded as not knowing.

But now someone has recorded the war with magic weapons, and the situation is completely different.

He wanted to stop the image from continuing to put it down, but he really couldn't find a reason.

The battle under the influence had entered a white heat, and the monk named Bi Ming shouted: "Blood Sea Purgatory!"

A large sea of ​​blood appeared behind him, which was extremely terrifying. This is a magical power in the Taoist realm, and it is hard to find one of billions of people.
Chapter completed!