Very far away, surrounded by thousands of troops, in a chariot inlaid with gold and jade, there was a man holding his palms and sighing in an incomprehensible tone.

Sitting on the chariot inlaid with gold and jade was a young man in his twenties with a handsome and pale face.

He wears a robe full of eight dragons, with a crown of two golden dragons, with red beads and green jade, suffixed with gold flowers, decorated with east jade, with one embroidered python on the front and back on each shoulder, and six embroidered pythons in the middle.

With five colored clouds.

The young man coughed twice, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew past the chariot and blew up the young man's robe.

The gorgeous robe was slightly lifted by the strong wind, but there was nothing underneath her knees.

His legs were severed at the knees, and strange cipher text covered the stumps, piece by piece, preventing the body from regenerating.

The young man with a high status in the chariot is actually a disabled person!

The strong wind had just ruffled his robes, and everyone around him turned around, staring at his nose and nose, no one dared to look directly at him.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence, no one dared to speak, and in an instant, there was deathly silence.

An old eunuch quickly stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and respectfully pulled down his robe.

Among the tens of thousands of soldiers, a few people stepped forward and mobilized their true energy together to knock back the strong wind.

"Where did the wind come from?" The young man raised his eyes, the smile on his face not diminishing.

"It's Li Pi from the Ke Shen Sect. He was killed by a thousand swords and just summoned the God of Wind."

The old eunuch spoke in a shrill voice with a flattering look on his face:

"Your Highness, do you want to kill him?"

"The murderous intent is so strong!"

The young man raised his hand, hit the old eunuch staggeringly, and cursed.

The force was not heavy, but the old eunuch pretended to scream in pain, rolling around like a gourd on all fours in the smoke, like a tortoise.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly and put his raised hand back down.

"Is there anyone from the Shen Sect?" The young man looked around and spoke warmly.

There was a slight commotion all around, and after a long time, a man in gray clothes with a pale face walked out from among the thousands of troops.

He bowed to where the chariot was and bowed deeply behind him.

"I have met His Highness the Fifth Highness. Your subordinate, Han Pei, is the senior brother of Li Pi, the Shen Zong."

"Han Pei?" The young man was slightly stunned: "A few years ago, I saw you in my father's forbidden army camp."

"Your Majesty..."

"Go and kill Li Pi." Before Han Pei could finish his words, the young man interrupted him.

"Go and kill Li Pi." He leaned forward, stared at Han Pei whose hands were trembling slightly, and spoke again.

"Li Pi is young and ignorant! Your Highness, Fifth Prince, please forgive him!"

Seeing that Han Wei was becoming more and more frightened and speechless, almost sweating profusely, another man among the thousands of troops took the lead and bowed.

"I can't forgive you." The young man shook his head: "Li Pi once had wine with the prince in Kyoto, so he belongs to the prince. If he dares to do such a humiliating act, Li Pi will die."

"But Shenzong is loyal to His Highness the Fifth Prince!"

"That's why I only killed Li Pi." The young man narrowed his eyes: "Who is you?"

"White sect, Qingtu."

The person who spoke was startled by the question. He paused for a while before coming back to his senses and answered.

"Qingtu, Han Pei, you only have half a cup of tea."

The young man said calmly: "If we can't kill Li Pi, you don't have to come back."

"Your Majesty..."

Qingtu, who was born in the Bai sect, still wanted to speak, but saw his old friend Han Pei winking at him. Although he was confused, he had no choice but to respond.

"I accept the order!" Han Pei bowed and saluted, secretly pressing hard on Qingtu's back, causing the reckless man to lean down heavily.

Two rays of escaping light immediately rose into the sky and flew towards the gathering place of a dark wind.

"Go to hell boy."

The old eunuch who was rolling on the ground suddenly stood up and shouted to a row of internal officials wearing camel-colored palace uniforms:

"If Qingtu and Han Pei can't kill Li Pi in half a cup of tea, you can offer the heads of these three people!"

Suddenly, several more rays of light suddenly rose from the ground and flew towards the eye of the wind.

The sound of fighting is still endless, like a huge chessboard being spread out violently.

On the high mountain, young people put their chins on their hands and watched with interest, sometimes looking surprised and sometimes confused.

"Want to kill?"

Surrounding the chariot inlaid with gold and jade, a man wearing a white linen robe and three big flags behind him spoke up.

His face was covered by a layer of purple air, and even his eyebrows were vague and indistinguishable.

This human demon from the Yinghuo Army frowned slightly, bowed and asked for advice:

"Although the Lingquan lineage has done countless evil things, after all, Jiang Yaoshi is also the holy son of the Star Reaching Sect. The monks of the Southern Zen Sect killed him. Do we want to express something to prevent the elders of the Star Reaching Sect from feeling grudges?"

"This is the reason."

The young man who was watching the battlefield with great interest seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He lazily turned around and said with a smile:

"But I hate Medicine Master Jiang. Not only that, but everyone in the Star Reaching Sect deeply hates Lingquan's lineage, so we don't have to do it for you."

"Besides."

The young man gently knocked on the car seat, and the clear golden voice slowly sounded:

"That's a monk from the Southern Zen Sect. When it's your turn to kill him, the masters at Landa Temple have probably already prepared ways to conquer the devil."

The man-demon paused when he heard the words. He couldn't help but look behind him. Among the thousands of soldiers, there were a few monks from Landuo Temple in gray cloth robes with dull faces.

I don't know when, but he disappeared.

There was a embarrassed look on the human demon's face. He bowed and stepped back.

"The left army's formation was broken up by Zhou Yuan Falcon's guards."

After the demon retreated, another person stepped forward.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a blue official uniform with tattoos on his sleeves that looked like white cranes soaring into the sky. He had a dark, lean face and a capable figure.

He first saluted with his chariot, then straightened his back, and said calmly:

"Sword Immortal Yan Xiao is nowhere to be found, and all his sword attendants are dead."

"The Eleven-Way Dragon Tribulation Formation was broken by Julongwei. Master Wei and Master Chen, who were in charge of the formation, were not spared."

"The Yinghuo Army's 1st and 6th corps have suffered more than 40% battle damage and have retreated."

"Xuan Yin, Xuan You, and Xuan Xin defected before the battle, and together they knocked down Fang Tianluo Seal."

"Xukun and Guisun were surrounded and killed by the Julong Guards."

"The sea of ​​suffering, the twenty-eight gods, the evil chapter, the time and the day..."

When the thin middle-aged man said this, he paused for a moment before continuing:

The two black demons, Ku Mian Hai and Twenty-Eight Xiangshen, were trapped by the barrier of King Taiyi Light, and the evil chapter was nowhere to be found. As for the time of day."

He smiled bitterly and said in a bitter voice: "Time has just passed, and I have been killed by the Dazheng magistrate with a sword."

The sea of ​​suffering, the twenty-eight gods, the evil chapter, the time and the day...

Since Miaoyan used mysterious means to summon the projections of those majestic beings from the layers of void.

Those indescribable projections have also been given various names.

The sea of ​​suffering, the twenty-eight gods, the evil chapter, and the light and day, these four black demons are all majestic beings that can rival the fifth level of life treasure master.

Even if you look at Miao Yan's hand, such a trump card is rarely seen.

The flying twelve-winged octopus is also known as Og Zhang. After it broke through the seal of purple mist, it was trapped in the dead city by Ran Xu with a diamond subduing magic circle.

And that old starry sky, also known as Time and Day, had just been killed by the Dazheng magistrate with all his strength.

"So."

After a long moment of silence, the young man on the chariot sighed:

"Is this battle going to be lost?"

"I didn't expect that Dazheng's side would ask Ran Xu to come in person with Ju Longwei. The three Xuanxin brothers were actually the secret agents of Julongwei."

The thin man bowed slightly and said:

"Your Highness, according to my opinion, we might as well retreat for a while now. We can calmly set up defenses at Xuping Pass, and it will also be convenient for us to ask for help from the Lord."

"Whether it is the Qishan warriors of Shou Wu Ye clan or the Xumi people of Landuo Temple, these two powerful forces can sweep through the great Zheng Jiawei just like the lines on the palm of a hand."

The thin man sincerely tells his origins:
To be continued...