Chapter 2049 Invincible

The six demon kings survived by luck.

But they were all seriously injured, dripping with blood, and looked miserable.

Demon Saint Qianren frowned fiercely, and a look of deep worry flashed in his eyes.

He was very worried that he and the six demon kings would not be able to survive the moment when the reinforcements arrived.

"All of you, cheer me up!

Let's join forces, Bu Gumo Liuhe formation, we must trap her! "

Demon Saint Qianren issued an order, and took the lead in casting a spell to cast a sky-covering blood light, covering Luoshui body.

Regardless of their own injuries, the six demon kings spread out and formed a formation, and cast spells to form a large magic formation.

The overwhelming blood light, the surging demonic energy, and the lights and shadows of various spells immediately flooded Luoshui's body.

A holy formation is rapidly condensing, covering a radius of two hundred miles.

Demon Saint Qianren knew that it would take at least a few hours to truly form a holy formation.

He didn't dare to extravagantly hope that he could trap the other party for several hours, he only wanted to delay for half an hour, that would be enough.

However, he soon discovered that this was also an extravagant wish!

Luoshui looked around blankly, looking at the blood that covered the sky and the sun, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Without saying a word, she raised her hands and pinched the formula to sprinkle dozens of ice blue light blades.

"Shhhhhh!"

More than sixty icy blue light blades form a miraculous sword array, piercing forward as fast as lightning.

Only the loud sound of "Boom, Boom, Boom" burst out, and the bloody light barrier that had just condensed was immediately smashed to pieces by the ice blue light blade.

A huge gap appeared.

Luo Shui moved lightly with lotus steps, and his figure crossed the gap in a flash, appearing in the sky thirty miles away.

At the same time, the sword array formed by the ice-blue light blades suddenly hit the two demon kings.

The two demon kings had no chance to evade, and were immediately crushed by the light blade.

Luo Shui took another step forward, teleported thirty miles away, and suddenly appeared behind another demon king.

She raised her slender hand and slapped the Demon Lord with her palm.

"Boom!"

Before the Demon Lord could react, his body was shattered into slag, and even his soul was destroyed.

Next, Luo Shui's body teleported continuously, and within two breaths, the remaining three demon lords were instantly killed.

The six demon kings were all wiped out, and the unformed demon holy formation naturally disappeared.

Demon Saint Qianren was completely terrified, and he no longer dared to fight, and fled to the north in panic.

At this moment, he no longer dared to hope that he could stop the attack of Luo Shui's avatar.

I just want to get rid of the pursuit and escape back to Beiming Palace safely.

"Shua!"

Demon Saint Qianren turned into a beam of blood and galloped towards the north as fast as lightning, his figure flickering in the sky.

However, he had just flown two hundred miles away when he was caught up by Luo Shui himself.

"Shua!"

Luo Shui walked lightly with lotus steps, with an elegant and calm posture, and each step could cover tens of miles.

After just seven steps, she caught up with Demon Saint Qianren, raised her right hand and struck out a palm.

In her slender and tender palms, raging star fire burst out, forming a wide silver light blade, which was like a guillotine, slashing towards Qianren Demon Saint.

Demon Saint Qianren realized that the crisis was approaching, and suddenly his back felt cold, and his soul froze.

He turned around without hesitation, cast a spell to form a bloody shield, in a delusion to resist.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the star light blade shattered the blood light, and hit Qianren Demon Saint with a bang.

He was sent flying on the spot, with blood splattered all over his body, rolling and smashing towards the north.

After flying fifty miles, he took off the impact and stabilized his body.

Looking down, there was a two-foot-long bloodstain between the chest and abdomen, and the bone was visible deep.

Both the robe and the close-fitting soft armor were torn apart, rolled outward like flesh.

Dark purple devil blood 'gurgled' from the wound and sprinkled in the sky.

The severe pain continued to hit, making Demon Sage Qianren break out in cold sweat.

But he didn't dare to hesitate, let alone deal with the wound, and continued to flee to the north with all his strength.

After three breaths, he finally crossed a towering mountain range and flew over a valley.

Flying here is half the distance, and there are still five hundred miles away from Beiming Palace.

Before Demon Saint Qianren could heave a sigh of relief, another icy blue streamer came from behind him, making him feel fear in the depths of his soul.

"Shua!"

The ice blue streamer flashed across the sky, drowning Qianren Demon Saint.

His flesh and blood were frozen stiff, his magic power was not working smoothly, and his flying speed was cut in half.

"Boom!"

Another 100-foot-long icy giant sword slashed down, cutting off a pair of his wings in an instant.

The black wings shattered into slag, and the dark purple demonic blood splashed out and sprinkled into the sky.

Demon Saint Qianren uttered a shrill scream, and continued to flee northward.

After crossing the valley, he crossed a towering mountain peak as high as a thousand feet.

Ahead was a dark brown wasteland.

Hundreds of thousands of elite demon masters who were seriously injured were galloping over the wasteland, looking desperately to the north.

So many demons gathered together, like a large black torrent.

At the end of the wilderness, there is a huge peak with a height of three thousand feet.

Below the halfway up the mountainside of the giant peak, everything was as black as ink.

Above halfway up the mountain, it was a dark red blood color, which looked extraordinarily strange.

Boundless black clouds and demonic energy enveloped the entire giant peak, covering the vast wasteland.

There is no doubt that that majestic giant peak is the sacred mountain where the ancestor demon gods and demon saints lived.

The famous Beiming Palace is located on that sacred mountain.

Finally seeing the holy mountain, Demon Sage Qianren cheered up, braced his injuries, and flew away at a faster speed.

However, when he was flying over the wilderness, another shadow of swords and swords poured down behind him.

"Shhhhhhh!"

Luoshui's body was waving his arms, releasing ice light that covered the sky and sun, forming billions of light blades, blasting and killing the entire wasteland.

Demon Saint Qianren didn't dare to be careless, so he could only sacrifice a shield and cast a spell to enlarge it to protect himself.

Countless icy lights and sword shadows came down, the shields trembling again and again, bursting with blood and black air.

Demon Saint Qianren has a magic weapon to protect him, so he is safe for the time being.

But the hundreds of thousands of demons on the wasteland suffered disaster on the spot.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Endless muffled sounds, one after another, one after another.

Batch after batch of demon elites fell down in pieces like cutting wheat, and were bombarded and killed into slag.

The dark brown wasteland was also blasted out of dense potholes by swords, lights and swords, splashing sand, gravel and dust all over the sky.

It was so chaotic, like a doomsday scene.

After a full ten breaths, hundreds of millions of icy lights and sword shadows dissipated.

The wasteland with a radius of three hundred miles has long been turned into ruins full of potholes and ravines.

Tens of thousands of demon masters turned into flesh and mud and scattered on the wasteland.

The dark brown earth and soil were also stained with a layer of dark purple.

The tens of thousands of demon elites who survived were also too horrible to look at. They were so frightened that they fled in all directions.

Demon Saint Qianren escaped by luck, and flew towards the holy mountain in a panic.

Luo Shui was unwilling to let go, and slapped him with two giant palms that covered the sky and the sun.