The bright moon in the sky is bright and boundless.
At this time, it was covered with shadows, and there were many shadows.
"kill!"
One word runs through eternity and even today.
The troops are roaring and the battle flags are waving.
It's like dark clouds covering up the colors.
At first, half of Ji Lan's body was in the cocoon of Taoism, and half of her body was already outside the cocoon, and she was gradually uncoupling and leaving.
The process of raising a dragon's body for thousands of years, flying out of the Dragon Palace, and approaching the human body is also the process of forging the body of the human race and the sea race.
Reflecting his true appearance on the bright moon, it also means that he is already competing for Xuanyuan Shuo’s fishing rights!
On the two competing paths of transcendence, he took the first step to pave his own path of transcendence and had already grasped everything. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the evil energy was like a needle pricking the Taoist body.
Looking down at Cao Du's magical battlefield, it seemed as if heavy clouds were covering him, and he was quite surprised.
But it's just an accident.
He praised aloud and said: "You have a bit of a warrior-like demeanor!"
Then he backhand a little bit and pointed like a flag——
There are also bloody soldiers rising up around him, circling like a dragon.
I don’t know how many Hai clan warriors have died in battle in the Saha Dragon Territory.
Throughout the ages, countless people have fought for the Sea Clan and sacrificed their lives in the Lost World!
At this moment, all the fighting spirits have returned, and they have come to answer the call.
The fighting spirit is not a soul, but also the residual mind. Those sea beast warriors who have been forcibly compressed in their growth cycle and catalyzed the Tao body in advance are not qualified to leave the residual mind and enter this formation.
The blood-colored soldiers are rolling like a tide, and a warrior wearing armor emerges. He tightens the reins of the war beast, raises the bones of the battle flag, shouts for life and death, and fills the armor with evil spirits.
One man forms a formation, and one body forms an army.
It's the so-called magical power, the master of war!
The most famous person in history who mastered this magical power was none other than Yang Zhen, the marshal of the world's soldiers and horses during the founding of the Yang Kingdom, who was known as the Soldier Immortal!
With such magical powers, he is known as "The General of Ten Thousand Arms and the Danger of the World!"
It is the top magical power among military strategists and has unrivaled evil spirit. Because those who possess this magical power have always been the proof of being a famous general.
From the time when Ji Lanxian was born until now, he has developed so many magical powers that it is hard to count. It is really frightening that he can still master such magical powers!
Others may be surprised by how many tricks Ji Lanxian has, but Xuanyuan Shuo certainly won't. In the life-and-death fight back then, Ji Lanxian tried his best, but he was still beaten to death by him!
Almost at the same time that Ji Lan was looking down at the battlefield, he was also looking up at the Tianya Platform, his bamboo hat tilted up, his face shining like jade.
In the miserable wind and rain, he was dressed in a miserable manner, only revealing his forehead and a pair of eyes. His innate nobility could no longer be concealed.
Fu Hai's face reflected in the bright moon is already a rare handsome man, and his appearance is even more beautiful. It's just that he is more heavy and depressed, and less relaxed and free.
When his eyes were exposed from under the bamboo hat, a crack opened in the sky! It opened up not just space, not just the sky, it seemed to have continued the ancient time... Goodbye greatness!
The atmosphere of ancient times permeated the air, and ancient sacrificial songs resounded throughout the world.
Even before the cracks open, there is a solid pressure that frightens people both physically and mentally, making them feel depressed.
But as soon as the rift opened, in the confused world, no matter the human race or the sea race, it was like a dike bursting, and large areas were worshiped.
The crack in the sky is just a thin crack like a silk thread, but people can already see the golden color surging in it, carrying the majesty of the supreme and supreme, like the flow of magma!
Divine power, the emperor's presence.
The whole world is the land of the king; the shores of the land are the ministers of the king!
This person is a descendant of human queens, borrowing majesty from ancient times.
The second human emperor in ancient times was the Xiong clan. He was one of the eight virtuous ministers of the Suiren clan, the human emperor in ancient times. His name was "Xuanyuan" and he was respected as "Youxiong clan".
After the Suiren family disappeared, he inherited the responsibility of protecting the human race.
He protected the human race through a long period of ancient times and made countless achievements in his life. Two of them are outstanding in ancient and modern times. One is in the middle of the ancient era, he built the Gate of Ten Thousand Monsters to never have any hope of counterattack by the monsters and ended the long-lasting war with the monsters. A long-lasting bloody battle for the whole clan. The second is to kill the demon ancestor and end the demon tide at the end of his ruling career.
"Killing the Demon Ancestor" and "ending the demon tide" can actually be regarded as two things. Because when the Demon Ancestor died, "the world was full of demons". After the Demon Ancestor died, the demon tide was far from subdued. These two things The time span before and after is so large that it takes one hundred thousand years to calculate.
Even today, in the new era of Dao Li, after the demonic tide has been cut off by the endless quicksand, who can say that all the demons in the world have been killed?
What’s more, it’s easy to stop the demons outside, but it’s hard to get rid of the demons in your heart!
The ancient Human Emperor was the most powerful person in the world, and his majesty shrouded in ancient times was "borrowed" to this world. What a terrifying concept is that?
What a peerless general, what a million-strong army, I will worship you!
But it was also at this time that on the bottom of the Yongning Sea, there were thousands of scaly eyes like lanterns in the night... all turning! They were still entangled with regular fishing lines, so turning was a painful process, so the scaly eyes The blood flow meanders.
But the pain must be surrendered to Gao Jie's will, and the destiny should change for the ambition!
All the scaly eyes looked towards Tianya Terrace and saw the man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat.
Thousands of eyes are focused on each other, and the light never moves. The sight is so heavy that it goes beyond the mountains, and the obsession is so deep that it goes beyond the sky!
Wherever there is water, Gao knows everything. He is not omniscient but nearly omniscient. Xuanyuan Shuo understands him, studies him, and fishes for him. In fact, he also understands Xuanyuan Shuo.
To put it bluntly, if he had given up on supporting the ethnic group and calming down the sea, the dragon would have swung its tail up to the sky and easily caught and killed Xuanyuan Shuo, and no one would have lived or died!
At this moment, he would rather create his own and look at Xuanyuan Shuo. The blood lines in his scaly eyes are all across the sky.
The gap in the sky that Xuanyuan Shuo opened with the divine power of the emperor was sewn shut by Gao Jie's painful bloody thread at this moment! The majesty of the ancient human emperor was blocked in the ancient times and could not come!
The twisted blood line in the sky resembles an ugly blood centipede.
Just like Gaojiu, which is riddled with holes and has a strange appearance, it is so unbelievably powerful, but it has always been buried in the deep sea, never seeing the light of day.
But who can say he is ugly?
At this moment, there is nothing to hinder, so Ji Lan takes the lead in attacking Cao Du.
The magical power manifests itself differently in the hands of different people. Although Ji Lanxian is not Yang Zhen, he cannot recreate "all armies benefiting each other, the torrent of life and death", but as the leader of both the sea tribe and the human tribe, he has fought countless battles in his life , he also has his own unique understanding of the art of war, which is not inferior to others.
As soon as the command was directed at this time, the troops were ready to rise to the sky.
There is a gap in the sky, and a thread of blood sews it open.
Under the sky is the bright moon, and under the bright moon is the battlefield.
At this moment, Ji Lan pointed his halberd down, like a blood cloud pressing down on a dark cloud.
If you are waiting for an idle military strategist, Ji Lanxian, who has regained the magical power of a military master, can make the soldiers switch sides with just a thought.
That is to say, Cao Jie was here and had perfect control over the military formation, so he had this opportunity to confront the enemy head-on.
Both military formations are charging!
"Bing Xian?" Cao Jie only said: "Where are you now?!"
He has never been an arrogant character, but on the battlefield, he dares to face any enemy. Not to mention Ji Lanxian, who is a simulated military immortal with magical powers, even if the real military immortal Yang Zhen is here, he has to touch it.
bump.
The only way to win or lose on the battlefield is with swords!
Not in the name, not in the words.
Cao Du ordered his troops on the "battlefield", without any hesitation at all. He charged forward, advancing without retreating, and so killed the tens of thousands of troops that were controlled by Ji Lanxian.
He would not think about what if the Spring Death Army were here, or what if the Heavenly Resurrection Army were here. He only asked how to win at this moment.
In the Jiyou Realm, among the huge military formations gathered, soldiers continued to fall.
But the war is so fierce, how can we turn back?
The fight between magical powers and supernatural powers revealed the cruelty of flesh and blood flying everywhere.
The collision between the art of war and the art of war will lead to changes in every possible way!
Above the dark clouds and blood clouds, Ji Lanxian still maintained a cheerful attitude.
He was clearly on the cusp of the intersection of two transcendent roads, but he seemed to be walking on a bluestone path filled with drizzle and flying flowers.
He was clearly directing thousands of troops and fighting a life-and-death game with Cao Jie, but he seemed to be sitting on the window sill of his own home, listening to the sound of rain and talking with his hands.
He was so comfortable, having been in a cage for a long time, it was rare for him to feel natural.
This is really a brilliant person, a very charming person. Even though there is still doubt about his identity as a "person".
In this way, he urged the "Soldier Master" to make a move.
The dragon's body, which seemed to be far away in the sky, suddenly erased the distance and crashed into his chest... The endless fishing line had turned into ashes, and the dragon's body of ten thousand feet had entered his body!
The light shines brightly, and the heaven and earth roar.
At this moment, the moon is like a furnace and the body is like iron, and the dragon's body is in harmony with the human body!
Ji Lanxian's body began to change, and in a very short period of time, every pore changed drastically.
His facial features began to merge with the two faces of Ji Lanxian and Fei Hai. But no matter how fine-tuned the shape and size of his eyes were, they were always deep and mysterious, containing the infinite universe.
You can see that he has a tall and tall figure, with red horns as his helmet and red scales as his armor.
Human body? Dragon body? Tao body?
Ji Lanxian? Cover the sea?
No need to distinguish!
On the three intersecting roads of transcendence, Gao Jie held Xuanyuan Shuo back, and he took the lead in approaching greatness!
Cao Cao asked where the Bingxian was now. It was none of his business!
There is no relationship between him and Yang Zhen. He has had some contact with her and just used his supernatural powers.
But now——Looking at Cao Jie with a bitter look on his face, he was fighting against Ruichong while commanding his troops to advance into the sky.
He realized that he did not have an advantage simply by commanding military formations. After all, the simulated military master was not as good as the real military master. During the thousands of years he had been sitting in the secret realm of Tianfu, military concepts were constantly innovated, and military skills were changing with each passing day.
After all, those who enter the secret realm of Tianfu all have mediocre cultivation. Although he watched from the sidelines, he could not get a full glimpse.
I can only sigh, those who come after me are to be feared!
Of course, admiration is admiration, if you want to disturb this last moment of transcendence...
He smiled: "Young man, if you dare to ask the Soldier Immortal, I will give you a punch on behalf of Yang Zhen!"
He casually raised his red-armored fist... and punched it down!
boom!
Between Ji Lanxian's fist and Jiyou's realm, there is a huge space that has been beaten into a hole of rules!
boom!
Taiyi Mountain under Cao Du's feet cracked on the spot and several sections of the mountain were broken off!
This world-famous general who stood as high as possible and instantly disbanded the military formation had his breastplate shattered and his sternum collapsed.
The battlefield of his magical power turned into millions of broken fragments, and the origin of his Tao began to collapse!
But in the terrifying sound of landslides and rocks shattering, there was a lonely banging sound. From the millions of broken fragments, a wisp of white flame jumped out.
The flames once illuminated the shadows, and this place became bright again despite the night.
A rickety figure was reflected in the white flames, lying in front of Cao Jiu, causing Cao Jiu to return to the fragments of the battlefield.
The night watchers of Daqi hold lanterns to celebrate the new year!
Phew~
The peach blossoms have drifted away, scattered before the spring breeze blows, and the real peak has just fallen.
Red-scale armored hands, infinite promotion, infinite pursuit of transcendent fists...
White flames scatter across the sky!
Zhu Sui's extremely powerful Taoist body was first tortured by the army for three days and nights, then participated in the battle of Tianfo Temple, then fought in Jiyou Realm, and then fought against Si Lanxian!
And it was shattered on the spot.
Broken into a specific and tiny "one".
No flesh and blood, no remains.
The spring breeze blew back again, and only a calm, old word came back -
"Qi can lose Zhusui, but it cannot lose Duhou... Wuzu sews clothes, but ministers cannot guard them."
No passion, no generosity, closer to a statement than a roar.
It seems like this is just an ordinary night.
He was just an ordinary old man. At a certain moment, there was a bang, and he realized that it was the last moment. He glanced at the home he was looking after, turned off the lights, and walked into the long night without looking back.
Taiyi Mountain was half broken, and the newly promoted True Lord of the Blood River, Peng Chongjian, could only sigh softly and spread the blood river across the sky.
General Yanggu, who was determined to break the seal, only slightly adjusted his charging posture, put the "Yang" flag on his back, and charged towards the seal of this world again. Heaven and earth cannot fulfill their will, so try to kill Zhongxi with one strike!
How tragic!
The watchman Zhu Sui who has been keeping vigil for Da Qi for a thousand years, Zhu Sui who defines the limit of the legend of the night wandering god. When the white paper lantern comes out, all evil spirits retreat. Zhu Sui has experienced countless killings in his life, and his sixteen clones gradually serve the country.
The fallen Zhu Sui...
Now, with the true form of Yan Dao, I will fight and die in the confusing world!
The wind in the lost world was so strong that it blew out his lamp.
Huh, huh...
The spring breeze is gentle and cool.
The peach blossoms fell, as if depicting the blood he should have had but never had.
Yu Liyang's long sleeves fluttered, dragging Cao Jie back, towards the realm that was greatly nourished by Yan Dao's death.
This world, which was almost shattered in the battle of Yan Dao, is full of vitality because of this.
Just like spring rain nourishing fertile soil, it is like falling red soil turning into spring mud.
Cao Jie, one-armed, without armor, with long hair hanging loose, said nothing as the battlefield reappeared behind him.
This is war!
Whenever you step on the battlefield, you have the awareness of death.
Zhu Sui said that Qi should not lose Duhou, that's not right!
If the soldiers are fierce and the battle is dangerous, everyone will die, even Cao Cao will die!
The war is not over yet, and a general will never give up the possibility of victory.
Zhu Sui died for him, and Yu Liyang pulled him to escape. He only said: "The whole army——"
A fleeting shadow passed in front of him.
Passing by the peach blossoms, the spring breeze, and the bloody battlefield with broken flags.
Passing by the red clouds, there are mournful cries and the lingering sound of broken last words.
Passing the line of life and death in the struggle between several true kings and emperors...
Go straight to the bright moon.
Underfoot are blue clouds!
Cao Jie, who had always had a sad face, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment!
Peach Blossom Fairy, who could not hide her fatigue after a long battle but still maintained her posture, opened her mouth slightly.
That azure battle armor, that tall and straight figure, that world-famous sword, that legendary movement technique inherited from the Immortal Palace era...
Isn’t it none other than Da Qi Jiang Wu’an?!
The Marquis Wu'an of Da Qi, who had been dead for a long time, unexpectedly got up from the pile of corpses. Wearing his armor, he was still as graceful as a thunderous dragon. He walked across the battlefield and still walked triumphantly. For some reason, he held up a gun in his hand.
Dressing mirror, walk up to the clouds and take a photo alone in the mirror!
What a self-pitying person.
What a solitary self-admiration!
This chapter has been completed!