You have already won a battle, and you want to reverse the situation by killing Lu Qi.

Regardless of whether Immortal Ziyang thought so, he was already committing a crime by taking action against the commander-in-chief Lu Qi.

Under the rules of heaven and luck, there is a decision of its own.

The energy of an immortal is simply not enough to turn things around.

Therefore, Zhou Ziyang suffered a backlash and coughed up blood on the spot.

His personal popularity was destroyed by Lu Qi's punch for thirty years.

After this battle.

This Penglai Immortal Zhou Ziyang, who has just become a land immortal, may become a laughing stock in the world of Xianwu for thousands of years.

Let’s not worry about the specific process for now.

Zhou Ziyang is the first immortal in these years who was punched by a warrior and coughed up blood, and whose luck was broken for thirty years!

Becoming an immortal on the first day is a shame for an immortal.

…

An Rushan has been rescued.

The outcome of the battle outside Junzhou City was already decided.

No immortal dares to use his own energy to go against the general trend of victory or defeat in this battle. The price would be too high.

Although Beitang suffered another loss of blood this time, as long as An Rushan is alive, none of the lost money will be left!

The Northern Tang Dynasty, which had an absolute advantage, was devoured by 250,000 elite soldiers, and the two countries' forces were gradually brought into balance. This was exactly what the immortals wanted to see.

Only when the Sui and Tang Dynasties were evenly matched, their wars would continue to occur, and luck would continue to flow to the wars. Then in the victory or defeat of the wars, some leftovers would be eaten by the chess pieces of the major immortals, and then they would grow rapidly.

rise until their initial plan is achieved.

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On the battlefield.

Bloody corpses were everywhere.

A bloody chasm avenue appeared on the battlefield plain, winding and twisting.

But it directly divided the 200,000-strong army into two halves.

On the battlefield, smoke and blood filled the world.

Broken limbs and broken arms can be seen everywhere.

Lu Qingping finally completed her mission and dragged at least two-thirds of the 200,000-strong army on the retreat.

These hundreds of thousands of people were killed by 10,000 cavalry and cut off on the plain, like headless flies, they were already in a mess.

Under such circumstances, even generals with different military skills can lead their cavalry to chop up these ownerless bodies that have lost their hearts and will to fight, just like chopping melons and vegetables!

Next, there is a feast of minced meat!

Lu Qingping, covered in blood, half-crouched next to a large pit and inserted the knife not far away.

The prince did not feel the slightest discomfort about the cruelty of the battlefield.

Since the personal incident of reincarnation, he experienced the tragic loss of hands, feet, and blindness for seven days. Thousands of people were massacred in Wudang Mountain. What kind of hell on earth could be more unforgettable than his experience.

After all, the bloodshed on the battlefield is nothing.

The reason is because he is not killed so easily now, so he naturally does not feel that the battlefield is cruel.

Inside the big pit.

There was hot air billowing into the sky, and it seemed that there was a large meteorite inside.

That's a big left arm!

On the arms, the veins are like little dragon knots, and the fast muscles have explosive strength.

It was just lying there, but it was like a hill crashing there.

Lu Qingping just flashed her eyes and controlled the Blood God Son to fly towards that arm without hesitation!

"Ouch~"

Full of instincts of excitement and hunger, the little man of blood let out a terrifying scream and threw himself directly into An Rushan's arm.

Lu Qingping squatted in front of the big pit, watching the bloody villain touch his arm for the first time, and he was about to bite it, but he screamed in pain as if he had bitten a piece of red-hot lava.

But that can't resist the instinctive hunger of the blood god son who has no ideology!

The blood of the end of martial arts!

Still a complete big arm!

Even though it was blistered by the terrifying blood, it still devoured it greedily.

"An Rushan, like Lu Qi, has reached the peak of his martial arts cultivation. His blood energy is no longer the mountains and rivers he had in the early stage of his journey, but has become the boundless power of the Five Mountains and Four Lands."

The Five Mountains and Four Rivers are five mountains and four rivers!

"I wonder how far the Blood God Son can directly improve his own blood energy after swallowing one of An Rushan's big arms completely?"

"Grandmaster?"

Lu Qingping narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the Blood God Son, and sucked in the strong arm until it shriveled up more and more.

The villain image of the Blood God Son became extremely crystal clear at first, like a human figure carved from a blood diamond!

Its momentum began to rise gradually from the little master who possessed it when he was a palace slave, like a big river rushing down, rising unstoppably...

Little Grandmaster...Peak...Grandmaster...Peak...

Grandmaster...

And, continue to climb, skyrocketing!

Lu Qingping's eyes sparkled and she stared closely.

The young man raised his hand slightly, and on that arm, a drop of blood slowly floated into the palm of his hand...

He wanted to squeeze all the value out of this arm.
Chapter completed!