Lord of the night.

Chapter 1040 All three lose [Additional chapter for PK Xianyun Alliance Leader]

The battle was extremely brutal. The number of deaths in such a short period of time was shocking.

As Feng Yun rushed out, the three waves of troops outside suddenly separated under the retreat orders of Dong Yuanping and She Menglong.

The three leaders looked at their own people, at the bloody corpses lying on the ground, and their hearts were bleeding.

The current number of remaining members of the Divine Weasel Cult is 21,000.

The remaining number of the Snake Cult: 18,000.

The number of remaining members of the Only Orthodox Church: 87,000.

The total number of people in the three families is even less than that of the Guardian family!

And now they are blood-thirsty.

"Dong Yuanping! She Menglong!"

Feng Yun rushed up into the sky and shouted, "After killing so many people, do you want to leave like this?"

Dong Yuanping said sinisterly, "Feng Yun, you are the winner again this time. What else do you want? Do you want to fight to the death right here, right now? Don't forget the balance of the three worlds."

Feng Yun sneered: "Of course I know the balance."

Then he said, "Night Demon!"

"My subordinate is here!"

Feng Yun's eyes were bloodshot: "For each family, I will take another 2,000 lives!"

"I will handle it."

Fang Che suddenly changed his sword into a knife.

A surge of hatred suddenly rose up, and with a flash of his body, he tore through space and reached the side of the Spirit Snake Cult camp. He used the Thirteen Swords of Hate to attack with all his might!

It was as if thunder suddenly exploded between heaven and earth!

"Flash!!"

Although She Menglong's panicked order was issued, it was drowned out by the thundering sword light.

Puff puff……

Human heads kept falling from the sky.

Like hail.

The Thirteen Swords of Hateful Heaven were used seven times.

But it was all done in the blink of an eye.

Two thousand five hundred heads fell into the dust. The might of the real top-level demon made everyone in the Only Orthodox Church below excited!

"Lord Night Demon is mighty!"

"Lord Night Demon!"

The cheers shook the sky.

Everyone stared with their eyes wide open, feeling the breath of air in their chest gradually dissipating as Lord Night Demon killed.

Over there, Dong Yuanping had already led his men thousands of feet away.

But Fang Che shouted, "You want to leave without leaving two thousand heads behind?!"

The sword flashed.

Fang Che grabbed with both hands and separated them. He tore a big hole in the sky and then drilled into it. He appeared the next moment and had intercepted Dong Yuanping and others.

"kill!"

The Thirteen Swords of Hateful Heaven, the sea roared again.

"Night Demon! Feng Yun! You wait! After we get out, you wait!!!"

Dong Yuanping's voice of nearly vomiting blood kept being heard, and he fled with the remaining people as if his parents had been given two more legs.

In the air, Lord Night Demon's red mist appeared. In the red mist, there were densely packed heads, rolling down like an overturned watermelon cart.

A full three thousand.

"Mr. Yun, I have accomplished your mission! I have three thousand divine weasels and two thousand five hundred spirit snakes. I have come to hand over the order!"

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Feng Yun laughed loudly: "Ye Mo, you have done a great job! If it weren't for you this time, our Wei Wu Zheng Church would have really lost its reputation!"

"It's my job."

Fang Che laughed and said, "But give me the spoils from these corpses. Our Night Demon Cult is poor."

Feng Yun laughed and said, "You are such an arrogant fellow. All right, pack up and send them over to Lord Ye Mo."

Countless people below shouted in unison: "I obey your orders!"

So they happily swarmed to search for spoils for Lord Night Demon.

"Currently, there are still 18,000 members of the Divine Weasel Sect, and 15,500 members of the Spirit Snake Sect."

Feng Yun was thinking whether he could knock down a group of guardians and weaken their strength as well.

He sighed somewhat dejectedly: "Only our Orthodox Church has only 87,000 members. And the Guardian has Mo Ganyun who is no less powerful than Night Demon."

He asked in a low voice: "Ye Mo, if you fight against Mo Ganyun, how will the battle go?"

"Before Mo Ganyun breaks through, if I use all my strength, we are basically on par with each other."

Fang Che sighed and changed to voice transmission, "After Mo Ganyun's breakthrough, he is almost ten feet taller! If it was just spiritual power, I would be sure to win, and I might even be more flexible than him, but that innate divine power is simply cheating!"

Feng Yun's face also twisted.

Mo Ganyun was already 2.7 meters tall, and he grew taller after the breakthrough?

"So you can't beat him?"

Feng Yun asked.

Fang Che's face darkened. He thought urgently and said with a dark face, "It's not that I can't beat him, but I can't fight him head-on... I can only use small and flexible tactics... Otherwise, it's hard to say."

Feng Yun gave up the idea of ​​"wanting to reduce the strength of the guardian" and changed his mind to "stimulating the night demon".

Because, there is no way, it is obvious that Ye Mo cannot defeat Mo Ganyun now.

Moreover, considering the strength of Mo Ganyun's attack, if Night Demon hits Mo Ganyun once, Mo Ganyun will not feel any pain, but if Mo Ganyun really hits Night Demon once, he will probably be seriously injured. Originally, they were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, and even the top combat power could not beat him.

Feng Yun would not take such a risk.

So he continued, "What do you mean by hard to say? You might as well just say you can't beat me, and I'll give up the plan."

Fang Che's face was dark, and he said aggrievedly: "It's not that I can't beat him. If I destroy his giant stick and just let him use his original broadsword, I can beat him without any effort."

"Isn't that nonsense? How can the stick be destroyed? Does that mean you can't beat Mo Ganyun with that big stick in your hand?"

Feng Yun asked persistently.

Fang Che exploded, panting with a dark face, and said with an emotion that was about to explode: "Anyway... they are on par!!!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Feng Yun laughed like crazy.

So much fun!

This guy would never say that he couldn't beat the other guy. But he definitely didn't dare to say that he could win...

Yan Beihan frowned and said unhappily: "Feng Yun! I didn't realize you had so many bad tastes before! You didn't take it to heart that so many people died, and you seem to be having fun teasing the Night Demon here!"

Miss Yan couldn't bear it anymore.

Feng Yun put his arm around Fang Che's neck and laughed to Yan Beihan, "We were just joking, why are you so anxious?"

He really had nothing to say to Fang Che now. Ye Mo resolutely gave up the task when he had already obtained it and gave the credit to himself. Feng Yun knew very well why!
Of course, I am considering the overall situation, but isn't Night Demon the same?
The Night Demon did a great job!
Feng Yun recognized this brother from the bottom of his heart.

Yan Beihan rolled his eyes: "You should deal with the business first, so many people died."

Feng Yun snorted and said, "So many people died, they deserved it! I have been emphasizing this for seventy-five years, but few people listened! As a result, they were unable to resist the stench attack, and they lost their composure and killed each other. If they don't die, who will? They deserved to die!"

After saying that, Feng Yun also became furious and shouted, "For those who died in the first wave of the Divine Weasel Sect's stench attack, no merit will be recorded! No sacrifice will be made! Remember all of them!"

The more than 80,000 people below were all silent.

Everyone knew that Young Master Yun was really angry this time.

Rarely any harsh words or expressions were spoken.

At this time, everyone brought up the spoils. "Master Night Demon, please inspect them."

"What's the point of checking this? We are all brothers."

Fang Che took them all with a wave of his hand.

Feng Yun turned his head away speechlessly, and Yan Beihan and the others also turned their heads away with a sly smile.

Night Demon's words were very nice, but... this wave of seizures actually included all the previous seizures that had not been collected.

Far more than the spoils of war that were gained from killing more than 5,000 people!

This Night Demon didn't even bother to be polite and took them all for himself.

Bi Yunyan covered her mouth with her hands and laughed so hard that her shoulders were shaking.

"Night Stalker!"

Feng Yun's face darkened: "You are so nice to accept it."

"I killed about 5,000 people and seized the spoils." Fang Che looked confused: "Isn't this what we agreed on?"

Feng Yun nodded vigorously: "Yes, you killed about 5,000 people and seized the belongings of 30,000 to 40,000 people! Awesome!"

"Pfft hahahaha..."

Bi Yunyan couldn't help it.

Afterwards, Yan Beihan commanded Ling Kong and others to continue cleaning up the battlefield. The small jars were gathered one by one and all entered the space ring.

This time, we collected nearly 200,000!

Everyone who received it was in a heavy mood.

Three hundred thousand people came in and fought all the way until now, and the death toll is only over ten thousand. It seems that they can all be taken out, but eighteen or nineteen thousand died in one wave!
Looking at this number, Feng Yun's lips trembled several times.

The extreme feeling of powerlessness caused Feng Yun's temple to begin throbbing.

Especially when I think about the fact that at that moment, Chen Yunfengxing's first reaction was to kill his own people...

I feel even more... What kind of fucking person and what kind of fucking thing are these?

He kept a sullen face as he watched the corpse collection team continuously dissolve the corpses and put them into small jars.

For some people whose limbs were incomplete or whose flesh had turned to mud, they simply took away the name tags and picked up a handful of bones that belonged to no one on the ground and put them into the jar.

I was busy for three full hours.

The sky gradually darkened.

Feng Yun finally gave the order: "Retreat! There's no need to divide into several groups. We only have so many people. What's the point of dividing? Everyone go back!"

Chen Yun moved his lips, wanting to say something.

But Feng Yun looked at Chen Yun with a gloomy look, and said slowly and directly: "From now on, anyone who disobeys orders will be beheaded!"

Murderous and decisive.

Chen Yun, Bi Feng and others all bowed their heads in unison.

Facing such a Feng Yun, it is impossible to resist!

A large group of people gathered and began to retreat.

The red mist rose into the sky, filling the entire sky and transforming into a gigantic shadow that enveloped the eighty thousand people below into the night.

The wind rises.

The wind and sand filled the air behind me.

The palace slowly sank into the ground in the twilight. Only the bloodstains on the ground slowly dried up. Then they were blown away by the wind from their solidified state and became scattered, unable to roll over. In the distance, sandstorms blew in, and the sky became dark.

When the wind passed, the ground became soft and flat, and all the bloodstains disappeared.

No one knew that beneath this peaceful land, hundreds of thousands of masters who could shake the world and make great achievements in the outside world had just been buried.

The ordinary dust buried all the ups and downs and the grandeur.

(End of this chapter)