Three days are enough time for Xintianjie to recharge his batteries and start crossing the eight hundred miles of quicksand, or take a detour.

Zhi Ying thought to himself, if it wasn't for the time required to gather troops, I'm afraid that the Emperor of Heaven would let them go on the expedition today, the sooner the better.

After finalizing the candidates to lead the army, the Emperor of Heaven left the Lingxiao Palace, and the gods followed suit and exited the hall.

Zhiying and Little Golden Crow were originally standing at the front of the hall, but when they exited, they naturally fell to the back of the line.

Little Golden Crow looked sideways, holding Zhiying's hand without changing his expression through his wide sleeves, while transmitting a message into the secret passage: "I have fulfilled your wish, is there any reward?"

Zhi Ying secretly rolled his eyes, raised his hand in a gesture, and replied with the same message: "Would you like a slap in the face?"

She dared to hold her hand in public, because her sleeves were too big, and no one else noticed. If anyone happened to have their eyes open, look back, and make a small report to the Emperor of Heaven, both of them would be doomed immediately.

Even though she responded to him like this, she still let him hold her hand obediently and enjoyed the brief tenderness.

Although the main hall is spacious, it is difficult to walk through.

Little Jinwu expressed the doubt in her heart: "You have been staying in Siyun Palace to take care of the Yun clan peacefully all these years, why would you want to ask for a war?" She is not a person who likes war.

Zhiying lowered her eyelashes: "At that time, it was difficult to dismount from the tiger. The Emperor of Heaven did not believe in my loyalty at all. Only by asking for a fight would he feel relieved."

"I will be outside, and I will not accept your orders. Just as Lord Yanren said, I am not afraid of you..." Little Golden Crow didn't say the next words. He knew that Zhiying would not do it, and he also knew that the Emperor of Heaven was suspicious.

Zhiying's lips sneered: "How can you not be afraid?"

Little Golden Crow understood her meaning in a second thought, and they looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

After leaving the main hall, the two of them let go of each other with nostalgia, then saluted each other indifferently, turned around and went back to their respective temples without looking back.

The Emperor of Heaven was in a bad mood, so the banquet in Yanguang Palace had to be stopped in moderation.

Little Golden Crow didn't care. Anyway, he was too lazy to socialize with those people who greeted them with smiles on the surface, but actually had their own evil intentions. Furthermore, he didn't feel that it was an honor for the Emperor of Heaven to give him a banquet.

Here, everyone in Siyun Palace learned that Zhi Ying was about to wear armor and go into battle, and they felt more or less uneasy.

It took more than ten thousand years to usher in such a main god, so that they could feel proud and proud, but before the breath could be exhaled smoothly, it would get stuck in their throats without embarrassment, and they would return to the past when no one cared about them.

Shadow Weaver's expression remained as usual, asking everyone to concentrate on their respective duties, not to mess up the rules, and return to the Shadow Palace to handle matters as usual.

The sun shines brightly and the moon shadow alternates in the sky, and three reincarnations have passed in the blink of an eye.

At dawn on the fourth day, amid the loud sound of war drums, Weaving Shadow bundled up her hair and donned armor, saying goodbye to everyone in the Yun Clan, and together with Dongjun, Xiao Jinwu and others led the mighty Celestial Army of one million people and set off.

Halfway through the journey, a ray of light fell into Dongjun's hand.

Weaver Shadow stared.

But when I saw Dongjun frowning, he looked at them and said in a deep voice: "Rebel God led his army to detour to the southwest and attack Zhuanmu Mountain. Chixiao Qingyun followed me and led a group of elite troops to support Changcheng Shenjun. Wu Hui, Wu

Lan, you two will lead the remaining heavenly troops to march according to the original plan."

He gave the order directly without even giving them time to react, which shows how urgent the situation in the Chongmu Mountain was at this time.

Shadow Weaver sacrificed the light that broke the boundary and thought to himself.

The Changcheng Shenjun, who is the incarnation of the Nine Virtues, is in charge of the Cunmu Mountain. Even without the support of a large number of troops, with the defense of the Cunmu Mountain's protective formation, there is no way that it will not survive for even three days.

Could it be that the commanders from the New Heaven Realm are not just the Weiai and Kunpeng tribe leaders mentioned in the memorial?

While thinking about it, the light that broke the boundary was formed, and all the elite soldiers jumped in. Behind her and the Xiao Jinwu Palace, the light stopped, and all she could see was Chuanmu Mountain.

It was clearly noon at this time, but there was a thin mist lingering outside the mountain, like the dawn mist that was about to disperse in the morning.

Outside the mist, various rays of light were scurrying around.

The divine king at the head was pale and dripping with cold sweat. Blood was dripping from his messy long beard. His right hand was frozen. His robe was broken into strips and hung on his body. Blood kept flowing out, staining more places red.

He was very embarrassed, but he still continued to throw out spells.

The cultivation of those behind him was not as good as his. From time to time, some people were hit by the sword energy and fell to the ground screaming.

What made them so miserable was none other than the man in black armor holding a black heavy sword and presiding over the sword formation.

This black-armored man is none other than Iwakawa, who was summoned by Shadow Weaver to send a message a hundred years ago. The person facing Iwakawa is Lord Changcheng and his disciples.

The moment Zhiying looked over, the opponent had formed a sword formation and struck at the Lord Changcheng.

The sword formation requires eighty-one people with the same spiritual power to work together to form the formation, and the energy of heaven and earth is transferred as the base of the formation. Therefore, the energy of heaven and earth is endless, and the sword formation can be continuously released.

The Changcheng Shenjun had previously exerted all his strength, but now he was exhausted and could no longer block this wave of sword energy, so he closed his eyes and calmly welcomed the moment of being wiped out.

Everyone behind them screamed in grief, and at the critical moment, the space between the sword array and the Changcheng Divine Lord suddenly burst into golden light, like the scorching sun expanding, quickly driving away all the cold darkness.

The sword's glow decreased sharply, but the golden light did not fade away. A ball of red gold fire rushed out of it, instantly destroying the collapsed sword array.

The wind was still ringing in his ears, and the God of Changcheng opened his eyes.

Seeing clearly that the person who appeared after the golden light dispersed was Dong Jun, the tight string in his heart finally relaxed. With the relaxation, the energy that he had been holding on to for a long time also disappeared, so he rolled his eyes and was stunned.

Drop the clouds.

Zhiying immediately gathered the clouds to catch the Changcheng Shenjun. Over there, the Little Golden Crow had deployed the Jiuyao True Fire Net to protect everyone who had just defended the enemy. She sent the Changcheng in together, and then quietly watched the battle between Iwakawa and Dongjun.

Iwakawa had noticed her when the clouds were gathering, and with a flash of light in his eyes, he changed his sword formation to deal with Dongjun, and then pointed the black sword in his hand straight at her.

Zhiying's eyes darkened slightly.

Iwakawa targeted her in this way in full view of everyone. Even if she took the sword at this moment, if someone deliberately made a fuss about it afterwards, it would be hard for her to tell her apart.

She doesn't care what other people think. Just like in the past hundred years, the gods have hated her for being cold and unfeeling, hating her for being arrogant, and hating her for her clever words and flattery. She just treats it as a temporary buzz of insects. Who would care about a group of insects?

But right now, not yet.

In an instant, hundreds of times, a flash of silvery blue flashed in the corner of the eye, and a cluster of spiritual light flashed through Zhiying's mind. White clouds suddenly formed and engulfed the black sword in the wind and snow.

At the New Heaven Realm where Iwakawa is, thousands of icy ridges shot out, rushing towards the Jiuyao True Fire Network.

Little Golden Crow threw out a handful of golden fragments of light in his hand, which instantly turned into thousands of flames. The ice edge was turned invisible by the flames before it reached the Jiuyao True Fire Net.

He looked at the silver-haired woman opposite and said with a smile: "Wei Ai, this is how you greet your old colleagues? Tsk tsk, you are as rude and barbaric as ever!"
Chapter completed!