Chapter 2112 Soldiers Approaching the City

The 300,000 Tianfeng army, the 100,000 Xuanlang army, more than 200 immortal emperors and demon emperors, and there are many top demon emperors at the moment, are marching towards the Black Dragon City.

This battle is inevitable!

And all the forces in Shura City were shaken by the strength of the Shura Temple. Now this force, the situation of the unification of the six states can be foreseen by everyone.

The Black Flood Dragon City and the Black Flood Dragon City seem to know that the rainstorm is coming, and nearly 200,000 Black Flood Dragon Army have strictly guarded the Black Flood Dragon City, and the troops have gathered.

Wearing a black robe, Mo Yuan's long hair fluttered, and he looked towards the distant void with a dignified expression. He had already obtained the information about the dispatch of troops from the Shura Temple, and the Shura Temple really didn't want to let go of his territory of the Black Dragon Clan.

Boom...!

Suddenly, there was a thunderous roar from the sky, and a majestic momentum swept from the sky, just like the depression before the torrential rain destroyed the city, causing many Heijiao warriors to show a trace of panic.

I saw that countless fairy lights gathered in the sky and appeared in the line of sight thousands of miles away, like a large cloud of blood gathered and swept towards Heijiao City.

"Gulu, here we come!"

A Black Flood Dragon warrior swallowed secretly, looking nervous.

The other Black Flood Dragon warriors also clenched their celestial weapons.

A distance of thousands of miles arrived in an instant, and an army of 400,000 troops descended on the Heijiao City a dozen miles away, looking at the Heijiao City in the distance.

The army didn't say a word, the murderous aura gathered together, the sky was dyed red, and the creatures within ten thousand miles were trembling with fear from this mighty murderous aura.

Crash...!

The army divided into two roads, and among the army, a purple-gold chariot pulled by three purple-gold unicorns was seen driving from the army.

Of the three unicorns, two of them were born from that blood unicorn, absorbing endless blood energy, a large amount of ancestral blood essence, and also having the level of a demon emperor.

This purple-gold chariot is also a chariot forged for Mu Feng by the weapon refiners of the Shura clan who exhausted a lot of resources. It is currently a ninth-tier emperor weapon, and it is named the Emperor Shenglin. It can gather the power of the three-headed purple-gold unicorn, One body, the speed is astonishing, you can step on the heavens, and you can follow the purple gold unicorn to continuously improve the rank of the emperor.

A silver-haired young man in a white robe stood on Emperor Shenglin's seat, looking down at the entire Heijiao tribe, his eyes cast a contemptuous gaze, showing his aura of dominance under the support of Wanjun.

"Mo Yuan of the Black Flood Dragon Clan, welcome all the honored guests of the Shura Temple who have come from afar, who is the Lord Mu Feng?"

Mo Yuan clasped his fists at Wan Jun and looked at the countless people.

However, his gaze has already focused on the young man standing on the Zijin chariot driven by Emperor Shenglin.

"My seat, Mu Feng, met fellow Taoist Mo Yuan."

Mu Feng clasped his fist at Mo Yuan.

"It turns out that your Excellency is Mu Feng, the lord of the Shura Temple, who has admired his name for a long time. Today, Fellow Daoist Mu of the Shura Temple is here. Friends are willing to go back home, and my Heijiao clan is willing to offer immortal stones every year." Mo Yuan said.

"Alone!"

Mu Feng laughed, and his calm voice resounded throughout the world, and said: "Among the six states, no one can survive alone, Patriarch Mo Yuan, now, you Heijiao clan have only two choices, one is to submit completely, and two is to fight. Make you surrender!"

After Mu Feng finished speaking, the 400,000 troops shouted loudly: "Surrender!"

This voice fills the sky with great momentum.

Under this aura, many Black Flood Dragon warriors felt timid and fearful, and their faces were pale. There are less than 200,000 of them, and their strength is less than half.

Mo Yuan's expression also sank, and he said coldly: "Does Palace Master Mu Feng have to be so absolute?"

"The trend of unification is unstoppable! You are not willing to surrender like this. I only use half of my troops to fight with your clan."

Mu Feng said stiffly.

"Hahahaha, okay, since it's so unreasonable, I, the Black Flood Dragon Clan, will learn the supernatural powers of the Asura Temple!"

Mo Yuan sneered, ready to resist to the end.

"Black Flood Dragon Clan, fight!"

Mo Yuan roared.

"kill!"

Hearing the order, the fighters of the Black Flood Dragon Clan could only suppress the fear in their hearts, and charged towards Mu Feng's army.

"200,000 Tianfeng troops go to battle!"

Mu Feng swung the ancient evil sword and roared angrily.

"war!"

The soldiers of the Tianfeng Army roared, turned into streaks of blood and rushed to the opposite side to kill the army.

In this battle, Mu Feng personally conquered, driving the Emperor Shenglin to the battlefield.

"Roar……"

The three purple-gold bloodlins roared, and they pulled the Emperor Shenglin into the battlefield. The Emperor Shenglin released a surging bloody torrent and rushed forward like a thousand troops galloping.

boom……!

The two torrents collided with the void, and the terrifying battle flow released by Emperor Shenglin impacted on the bodies of thousands of black dragon fighters flying in front of them.

Boom! Boom! Boom...!

These Heijiao warriors screamed, as if they were hit by ancient fierce beasts, their bodies exploded and shattered, and their souls fled in all directions.

This Emperor Shenglin drove into the tens of thousands of troops, and no one could stop him.

Mu Feng held Gu Sha in his hand, and sword lights slashed out one after another. Wherever the sword lights passed, the warriors of the Black Flood Dragon Clan were easily torn into pieces by the sword energy.

"kill!"

The other Tianfeng fighters also turned into Shura Demon Gods, and fought with many Black Flood Dragon fighters who turned into monster dragons.

A Tianfeng warrior turned into a thousand-meter Shura, and his huge claws grabbed a thousand-meter monster dragon. It was like grabbing a long snake. With both arms, he tore it hard. The monster dragon was torn into two pieces, and blood spattered. .

There were also several monster flood dragons besieging a Shura, and their supernatural powers were overwhelming, but they were still no match.

"Food, food..."

The Ten Thousand Gu Dragon Ball even turned into a thousand-foot giant worm. Looking at this monster dragon with a trace of real dragon blood, refining it is like treating a small dried fish as a snack.

Terrible ice threads sprayed out from its mouth, and the ice threads contained terrible cold poison, which shot into the bodies of monster dragons and warriors, and instantly froze into ice sculptures, and were pulled towards its big mouth with terrifying mouthparts and teeth. Chew it so crispy, this ice-spicy bar is crunchy...

It has devoured some of the flesh and blood of the Nine Heavens Cold Dragon, and it can actually secrete cold poison that is more powerful than the Nine Heavens Cold Dragon.

Bai Ziyue, Mu Kuang and others also fought with the opponent's demon emperors.

"Mo Yuan!"

Xing Fan roared, his eyes were red, and he took the initiative to kill Mo Yuan.

"Xing Fan!"

Mo Yuan slapped dozens of Tianfeng warriors to death with one claw, and looked at Xingfan with blood-red eyes.

When the two enemies met, they were extremely jealous, and immediately burst out with powerful immortal energy to kill each other.

"Give me back my son's life!"

"Humiliate my hatred, we will not share the sky!"

The two fought bloody together, their supernatural powers collided, and the world shook.

And in the Black Flood Dragon City, a middle-aged man in a black dragon robe watched all this indifferently.

"This group of Shura's bloodline and combat power seem to be extremely difficult? Could it be the remnants of the royal line of the Shura clan?"

Mo Yan frowned secretly.

"Hmph, but so what, a group of bereaved dogs who fled here."

Mo Yan snorted coldly, turned into a ray of light and charged towards the sky battlefield...