The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

The corner of Di Yin's mouth twitched, "You are indeed very stupid. It is precisely because you are stupid enough that I ordered them not to stop you. It's too quiet here. It's not bad to have you beside me chatting nonsense to relieve boredom."

Su Yang said with a smile: "Uncle Wang, so this is fate. According to the development of the plot, our two tribes should live in peace and love each other. Don't you think so?"

Di Yin's eyes were like lightning, instantly shattering his childish thoughts, "Wrong, I just simply think you are interesting, it has nothing to do with other things. This letter today is to set the time for the battle with your father.

The order of this demon world has always been written by the strong. The ghost clan's attempt to quietly rise up under the nose of the master is an offense to this established rule.

When I have annihilated the Ghost Clan, I will keep you by my side and let you witness how I will reshape the structure of this demon world and let all tribes know that those who disobey will only die. "

……

The sky of the demon world seemed to be tightly grasped by dark magic, and the air pressed heavily on every inch of space, making people almost suffocate.

The negotiation journey that Su Yang started with great hope was as fragile as a bubble and ended in failure.

During this period, he only changed Lu Zangxian's name to Xu Junyue and Di Yin's name to Wang Kaihua. Apart from that, there were no other substantial results. The entire negotiation was like a childish game of house, which was superficial and meaningless.

The Shura clan's cavalry was like a surging black tide, marching into the ghost clan's territory in a mighty force.

A little baby who is still learning to speak has just learned to walk shakily.

At this moment, he was playing happily with his mother on the ground. His mother smiled gently and waved gently a few steps ahead, leading him forward.

There was a bright light flashing in the baby's innocent eyes. He giggled, opened his tender arms, and rushed forward step by step with a longing for his mother's arms.

However, suddenly, death came. There was a sharp whistling sound and a cold light flashed like a meteor in the dark night.

A sharp arrow came from nowhere, flew out from behind the woman, and pierced the baby's fragile chest accurately.

In an instant, the powerful impact force wrapped around his small body, and it rushed backwards like a kite with a broken string, and finally nailed it hard against a big tree.

The baby's eyes were wide open, and it seemed that before he had time to feel pain and fear, the light of life had disappeared from his eyes.

This sudden disaster made the mother feel as if her soul had been taken away. She stood there blankly, staring at her child nailed to the tree. Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Tears were still welling up in her eyes, but before they could fall, she heard a muffled sound and a sharp sword flashed across her eyes like cold lightning.

She only felt a flash of cold light in front of her eyes and a chill on her neck, and then a head separated from the body and was thrown into the air.

The head drew an arc in the air, and finally, with endless sorrow and despair, it fell from mid-air and rolled into the dirty mud.

Wherever the Shura army's cavalry went, they showed their cruelty, bloodthirstiness and inhumanity.

They are like wolves that have been hungry for a long time. Once they find their prey, they will pounce on it and bite it madly until the prey is completely lifeless.

The raging fire instantly engulfed those peaceful homes, and the ghost people fled in terror in the flames, crying miserably.

The Shura soldiers, on the other hand, laughed out loud, as if this was a very interesting show.

There was an old man, holding a cane, tremblingly trying to stop them from destroying his house. He begged desperately, his eyes full of despair and helplessness.

However, the Shura soldiers were not moved at all. One of them kicked the old man viciously. The old man's thin body flew backwards like a fallen leaf, fell heavily to the ground, and spit out large mouthfuls of blood.

Then, the soldier raised his sword and brutally split the old man in half. His internal organs and blood were splattered all over the ground, but he remained calm and wiped the blood off the sword, as if showing off his "achievements."

A group of women and children were trapped in a corner by the Shura soldiers. The women tightly protected the children, their eyes full of fear and determination.

But the Shura soldiers had no mercy. They rushed forward like wolves pouncing on their prey, forcibly pulling the women's arms apart and picking up the children like chickens.

The children were so frightened that they cried and screamed and struggled desperately, but their strength was so limited.

The Shura soldiers threw the children high up in the air, then pierced them in mid-air with the spears in their hands. The children's bodies immediately bled profusely, and they twitched a few times before becoming motionless.

The women were distraught when they saw this, some tried to rush forward to fight the Shuras, but were easily killed by them. Others collapsed to the ground with empty eyes, as if they had lost their souls.

Fortunately, Cang Yuan was well prepared and commanded the battle with ease, engaging in a desperate bloody battle with the Shura tribe's bandits.

General Liu Rangchen of the Rabbit Army had a silver mask on his face and was clad in armor that shone with a cold glow. The power of the stars seemed to be flowing through the armor, and each piece of armor seemed to be made of black ice and fine iron. It was not only indestructible, but could also absorb and reflect the enemy's attack power independently.

He was like a god of war, he mounted his horse and charged into the enemy camp. Every time he swung his sword, it was like the scythe of the god of death dancing, and the blade made a sharp whistling sound as it sliced ​​through the air, as if the space was being torn apart by it.

Blood splashed on his armor like gorgeous and terrifying raindrops. The moment the blood touched the armor, it was pulled by a mysterious force and flowed slowly along the lines on the armor plates, finally gathering at the hilt of the sword, filling his entire body with a strong aura of murder.

General against general, his opponent this time is still Lingze of the Shura clan.

Lingze is tall and burly, his whole body covered in a layer of purple-black mist. The mist seems to have life, constantly rolling and surging, sometimes transforming into a hideous ghost face, and sometimes turning into sharp thorns.

In his hand he held a spear with a faint green flame burning on it. The flickering flame gave off a chilling aura, as if it was the fire of karma from the depths of hell.

The two men were equally powerful, and the battle was in full swing, causing heaven and earth to change color.

Liu Rangchen was the first to attack. He stomped his feet hard, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked. Spider-web-like cracks spread towards Lingze.

At the same time, the silver sword in his hand shook, and a blue spiritual light ball condensed at the tip of the sword. The light ball rotated rapidly, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

As Liu Rangchen swung his sword suddenly, the ball of light whizzed towards Lingze like a cannonball. Wherever it passed, ripples appeared in the space, as if it could not bear the weight.

Seeing this, Lingze showed no fear. He stuck his spear into the ground and quickly formed seals with his hands in front of his chest. The purple-black mist surged out of his body and gathered into a huge ghost face shield in front of him. The ghost face on the shield was baring its fangs and claws, and making bursts of eerie roars.

The blue light ball hit the ghost face shield, bursting out with dazzling light and deafening noise. The energy wave spread in all directions like a surging tide, and the nearby soldiers were blown away and fell heavily to the ground.