The clouds of war are dense and heavy hanging in the sky.
Swords, guns, swords and halberds are a long forest of bloody steel.
Zhong Xi, the emperor of the great prison, sits alone in the center of the evil cloud, holding the prison of heaven and earth.
The huge military formation was almost like a millstone of flesh and blood, slowly twisting on the vast land.
Time and space are like mules and horses, and the five elements are fodder.
What wears away is the Tao, and what dissipates is Qi and blood.
The powerful army of the Hai Clan is wasting away here, just to kill the two elites!
And in the middle of this huge millstone, there is a peach blossom forest.
Blocking the overwhelming soldiers outside the forest, it formed a world of its own and built a small pure land.
But now, the peach blossoms have fallen and the forest has become sparse, and the remaining red color has turned into dust.
Deep in the peach forest, there is a small house turned into a white paper lantern, and its whereabouts are revealed.
There are two people in the white paper cage house.
One is blind and rickety, wearing an old hat and tattered clothes. He sits cross-legged on a candlestick, with a fire hanging from the heavenly spirit.
One has an elegant posture, sitting on a mahogany stool. His gorgeous clothes are torn in many places, and his charred flesh is visible. His face is not very good, but he still cannot conceal his handsomeness.
White candlelight kept flying out of the white paper cage house and out of the peach forest, burning the swarming offensive out of the deep pit... But it was also thin enough to be seen by the naked eye.
Yu Liyang looked at the outside of the white paper cage house slightly melancholy, with a sad temperament of Spring and Autumn: "I don't know the name of this place yet."
Zhusui thought for a while: "Zhuyang Cemetery?"
Yu Liyang said: "You are so funny."
"Really? A long time ago, Emperor Wu said the same thing about me." Zhusui felt rare emotion and said slowly: "During many long nights, I talked to myself and felt that I was a boring person, until—
—”
"Stop it!" Yu Liyang quickly stopped: "Old man, don't miss the past in such a hurry, I don't want to die yet!"
"You misunderstood." Zhusui glanced at him slowly: "I won't die. I still have three night wandering gods in Linzi."
Yu Liyang:……
At this moment, the three night wandering gods summoned by Zhu Sui were all killed in battle.
Their value cannot be regarded simply as one true god and two false gods.
The true god of Yeyou was able to suppress even King Yan and Nan Qiao. The two false gods of Yeyou were able to kill such arrogant soldiers as Qi Xiaoqian and Ao Huangzhong.
And in addition to the current strength, there is also the possibility of further improvement.
The sixteen night wandering gods have determined the limit of mythology. Each one dies and one is missing, never to be seen again.
Zhu Sui kept vigil for the State of Qi. From the time Emperor Wu of Qi was in power until the State of Qi achieved hegemony, in this thousand-year history, only ten of his night-walking gods died.
In today's battle, three people were killed, and the loss was not insignificant.
Moreover, his true self is also in danger here. If he is really killed by Zhong Ximo, the remaining three night-walking false gods will have no way forward.
Of course, compared to Yu Liyang, whose family and life depended on this, he could indeed laugh at a hundred steps at fifty steps.
But this is a bit too irritating...
Yu Liyang looked at the candlestick and deliberately kicked the old man down.
But Zhu Sui used his body as wax and burned his way to defend against the enemy, which allowed them to persist for so long. This move was really difficult to pull off.
However, at the next moment, peach petals fell in front of my eyes.
The waves outside the Hai Clan's military formation had already passed through Bingsha and he felt it.
Yu Liyang took the opportunity to kick the candlestick, kicking first, and then reminded: "Come down quickly, reinforcements have arrived!"
But this kick was still in vain.
Zhu Sui has walked out of the white paper cage house and gone straight to the sky!
His rickety body straightened up at this moment, like an endless ancient mountain range with steep peaks!
The white flame poured like a waterfall at this moment, burning the heaven and earth to the point of chilling.
Zhu Sui, whose whole body was ignited by white flames, made a backhand move, picked up the burning white paper lantern, and faced the prison emperor who was sitting alone in the middle of the evil cloud: "I gave you a chance! But you don't seem to have.
Get a grip!"
I don’t know whether he was mocking Zhong Xi or Yu Liyang.
Changes come so fast.
Surrounded by majestic evil clouds, there is a sparse peach blossom forest.
In the peach blossom forest, where there are only a few peach trees left, there is only a solitary peach blossom fairy.
The mahogany stool on which he sat alone not only failed to bring him company, but made the painting even more lonely.
Yu Liyang then waved his sleeves, walked out of the peach forest, and charged into the army formation!
In that ferocious and roaring ocean of soldiers, a quiet flower path was found.
Although the clothes are torn, the temples are messy, and the body is injured... there is still endless romance!
The peach blossom fairy walks on the sand, suddenly like the spring breeze, the fallen flowers are colorful.
And if the perspective is moved higher up, above the prison emperor Zhong Xi, one can see the entire huge military formation outside the flesh-and-blood millstone...
Team after team of human monks were running across the vast land of Dragon Territory, like a broken arrow, hitting this "soldier target" straight away!
And there was a loud sound like thunder, rolling across the sky, it was Jiang Wang’s voice!
He was not afraid of death and was at the forefront of the battle, leaping through the sea of flames and sweeping through the thunder.
One brave man is worthy of an army.
"Is the watchman here during the long night?!"
"Peach Blossom Yu Shangqing, are you there?!"
In this Saha Dragon Realm where the Zen spirit is hidden, the thunder sound of King Kong descending from outsiders resounded. The rolling thunder was like a punishment from heaven.
What responded to him was Yu Liyang's lively laugh: "I'm here just enjoying flowers and drinking wine, so why hurt me!"
It's like the deep sea, thick clouds of war, rolling and raging waves!
From the huge Hai Clan military formation, countless tributaries are also branched out, constantly expanding outwards, and facing these human race reinforcements head-on.
However, there is an endless stream of human troops outside knocking on the door, and there are two extremely powerful men inside. How can this formation be achieved?
Even if Zhong Xi had Jiang Mengxiong's military strategy, he might not be able to control the army again.
Under the golden crown, his young face remained unmoved, and he did not respond to Zhu Sui's provocation. He still mobilized his army in an orderly manner, and used dense soldiers to block Zhu Sui, who was covered in white flames.
outside.
The sea warriors in the military formation all contributed themselves unreservedly at this moment. They gave all their strength to the Great Prison Emperor who had withstood the wind and waves of the sea and personally shattered the whirlpool of eternal darkness.
Thousands of wills have sunk the consciousness to the bottom, and the huge army has only one will to carry it out.
Sea warriors continue to die, and they are constantly being replaced by sea warriors.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The entire formation completed a wonderful division into two formations: inner and outer. The inner formation suppressed Yu Liyang alone, while the outer formation was like a silver dragon waving its tail, roaring and intercepting the human race.
Reinforcements from all directions.
It is only a matter of time before the army collapses.
But the specific measurement of time is his problem Zhongxi.
The Saha Dragon Territory is not easy to endure, and the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea and the Huai Island of the human race are not going to be easy either.
It's just a matter of comparing who can endure it better and seeing who can't endure it first.
He believed that before the ordeal, the Sea Clan could endure it better.
Without it.
Can the human race know the suffering of the sea?!
At this moment, every inch of pressing time needs to be watered with blood. All fear, pain, and despair need to be endured with tenacity.
Even if you die, you won’t retreat, even if you die, you won’t retreat!
The clash of weapons is a sonorous music of its own accord.
On this vast and bloody battlefield, not a single warrior, regardless of human race or sea race, died turning his back on the enemy!
I looked around and saw no familiar faces.
One team or even one team died, leaving only one.
The only one left was still charging with red eyes.
There are fundamental differences between the human race and the sea race, yet they are so the same at this moment.
Rumble!
This sound is thunder.
Boom boom!
This sound was the Hai Clan's military formation shaking violently. The majestic evil clouds were rolling continuously, and they were already on the verge of collapse!
On the eve of this collapse, there was a dragon roar!
The dragon roars and the thunder ceases.
No, it was the thunder controlled by Jiang Wang that was robbed. The thunder sound of the Vajra that descended from the outside world was easily contained, and it swept into a scream that shook the sky and the sea!
Taiyong, the Emperor of the Dragon Clan, has arrived!
In the Yuheng Star Tower, the Senhai old dragon imprisoned in the stone chamber was exceptionally quiet. Instead of taking the opportunity to struggle and break the seal, it huddled in the corner, its breath quickly becoming concentrated, even its breathing was sealed, almost like a fossil.
And Jiang Wang was still trying to influence Xingguang wantonly, extracting the power of the old dragon from Senhai without gentleness as usual. He also ignored that today the old dragon only endured in silence, neither cursing nor begging for mercy.
He threw himself wholeheartedly into the fight, killing his enemies until their heads were rolling and their blood was boiling. As if this would be worthy of the brothers who followed him here and died here before him.
He killed too fast, rushed too far forward, and was almost out of touch with the majority.
It was Zhu Biqiong and Zhuo Qingru who each went to one side to capture the formation for him.
When the dragon's roar occurred, his thunder sound of the King Kong that descended from the outside world was instantly out of control.
His sravaka divine state was easily shattered!
Fortunately, I have not yet opened my free ear to watch, and I have not yet been able to sit down as an immortal.
The stronger the control over the sound, the more terrifying the backlash he receives at this moment. Even if Taiyong is not targeting him, but as the emperor, he takes over the battlefield incidentally. But it is still a kind of confrontation!
This is not Duke Xuannan in the world of Shenxiao. He has only received part of his power.
Taiyong Taoist body, Dharma body and body are integrated into one, and what is displayed at this moment is the pinnacle.
The majesty of the supreme peak only affects the waves, but also causes the mountains to collapse.
Just like a strong wind passing by, it does not deliberately target everything in the world, but the trees that stand out will be destroyed.
Jiang Wang's jade-colored ears were cracked with looming cracks. They were like two delicate jade objects that had been cracked and were about to be shattered.
Buzz buzz~!
There is a resounding sound in my ears like a bell.
Watch the free ears open! The Ear Immortal appears!
Jiang Wang's body fell from a high altitude, and he was unable to control himself because he had exhausted all his strength to resist the remnant sound.
Falling down on a fierce battlefield almost means death.
There were countless Sea Clan warriors nearby, all blasting spells towards this side at the same time, hoping to kill this vicious human being completely.
Zhu Biqiong, who had been paying attention to Jiang Wang, immediately sensed something was wrong, hugged Jiang Wang in time, stepped on various spells, and spread the phantom of bone wings behind her.
Rusty Bone Bird!
Just like that, he hugged Jiang Wang and ran away in an instant, while his left hand quickly changed and used a series of healing techniques to heal Jiang Wang's ears - blood was already flowing out of the ear holes.
Zhuo Qingruren didn't follow, but he was still a little further away.
The cracks in Jiang Wang's ears were instantly covered with sealing lines. However, the wounds were temporarily sealed to prevent the cracks from expanding further.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
It was like someone was beating a big drum in his mind, the sound was so chaotic!
In that confused state, Jiang Wang suddenly remembered the tall voice he heard a long time ago in the illusion of Taixu - [Emissary of Taixu, Taixu Five Elements Monk Dugu Wudi. You have entered
Hongmeng Space.]
Vast! Magnificent!
Wonderful, magnificent, and endless.
The voice of the true king is the true word of the true king.
The inner palace cannot listen, but the presence of God can speak.
He has already analyzed it, realized it, and knows its samadhi.
In the ears that were on the verge of being broken, the faceless Ear Immortal with fluttering sleeves suddenly stretched out his sword finger and recited: "My Guanshiyin, everyone can be at ease!"
That Hong Zhong Da Lu actually turned into a wind chime and then dispersed.
All the remaining sounds are broken.
Jiang Wang suddenly opened his eyes, turned red gold, escaped from Zhu Biqiong's arms, and once again charged towards the Hai Clan military formation!
No retreat!
He may not be a good commander or an excellent military strategist, but he is definitely a reliable commander.
Therefore, in this line of work, there is progress and no retreat.
All of this sounds magnificent.
But in today's battlefield, even the princes of Qi and the peerless genius are just a small wave.
What can really determine the outcome of a war is either a large and powerful army or an extraordinary one!
Taiyong did not choose to support Long Chanling, nor did he care about the red-browed emperor Xi Yang. Instead, he immediately supported Zhong Xi and wanted to kill Zhu Sui and Yu Liyang, the two most powerful crossbowmen.
This is undoubtedly the right strategic choice, especially for the war situation in the Saha Dragon Territory.
The dragon's body is like a mountain moving across the sky, and wind, rain, thunder and lightning are all its servants.
He didn't even notice Jiang Wang, let alone the struggle in Jiang Wang's ears.
What he saw was the Hai Clan military formation that was about to collapse, what he saw was the Emperor of the Prison who was struggling to maintain his strength, what he saw was the candlelight that was almost dying, and the Yu Liyang that was about to wither in spring.
Came at just the right time!
The golden dragon scales bring out sparkling light.
Golden dragon eyes as big as a house looked at Yu Liyang majestically——
But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of tide.
It was surging and overwhelming.
If it is in the sky, it can be close to your ears.
Where does the tide come from?
No, that's not the sound of the sea.
The wave is coming!
Between Taiyong's golden dragon eyes and Yu Liyang, who was surrounded by a large army, there was a red river, like a red horse waved by a god.
And at the head of the surging blood river, stood a man as tall as a mountain.
Wearing a blood-colored robe, he looks like a middle-aged man, and his facial features are still as gentle as Jiang Wang saw earlier. But his temperament is no longer as elegant as before, and there is more of a Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, a vastness and majesty.
Peng Chongjian, the real man who moved mountains!
No, maybe it should be called...
True Lord Blood River!
Last year, there was a drastic change in Huoshui. The evil ancestor Bodhi appeared, and Huo Shiji, the previous leader of the Blood River Sect, died. The Blood River Sect was in turmoil for a while.
Huo Shiji and Yi Nian Chongxuanzun succeeded to the throne, but were rejected by Zhongxuanzun again.
So Peng Chongjian accepted the order in the face of danger and inherited the sect's throne without any dispute.
But what Jiang Wang didn't expect was.
In just one year, this mountain-moving master took that critical step and successfully reached the top!
Is it that Peng Chongjian is too strong, or does the Blood River Sect have its own destiny?
Of course, these are not important at the moment.
The important thing is that Peng Chongjian came, the important thing is that Peng Chongjian also participated in this war. The important thing is that he stopped Taiyong!
boom!
In the loud noise that sounded like the sky was collapsing, the military formation composed of the powerful Hai Clan army finally collapsed!
High above the sky, Zhu Sui, surrounded by white flames, has come face to face with Zhong Xi in golden crown and robe.
On the ground, the unparalleled and elegant Yu Liyang stood upright, just spreading his sleeves - with him as the center, countless sea warriors fell down in circles!
This chapter has been completed!