On the bloody mirror sea, millions of troops gathered, but all the horses were silent, like millions of sculptures standing still, waiting for the command of the commander.
There were tens of thousands of warriors standing scattered, or whispering to each other, guessing what the legendary evil king looked like, whether he had three heads, six arms, or a few birds.
Or they talk loudly, saying that the evil king is just a little monster, who is nothing in front of the iron hooves of a million-strong army and tens of thousands of Dongling warriors.
Some people were so impassioned that they vowed to kill the evil king to honor heaven.
Some people are worried and pessimistic.
In the boundless sea of blood, in addition to the mighty million-strong army and tens of thousands of restless warriors, there was also a group of people sitting around Yang Tianque. There were nearly a hundred people sitting in three circles from the inside to the outside!
Among the one hundred people, the leader is naturally Xuanyuan Tibing, and the rest are all well-known figures in the Dongling Realm. They are either martial arts experts or formation masters.
Or a famous general in the world, an unparalleled national warrior!
Or maybe it's the yin and yang that governs everyone, and the order teller with mysterious methods.
Anyone who can sit here can be called the leader of the Eastern Spirit Realm, and has many legends.
Lin Huang was lucky enough to be able to sit in the outermost circle and listen.
For several days, a hundred people didn't close their eyes, and even barely blinked their eyelids. They were all discussing how to kill the evil king.
Although I have a general understanding of the evil king's strength and have basic countermeasures, the battlefield is changing rapidly and the situation is so treacherous that it is too difficult to predict!
But everyone had to work hard to predict, deduce, and plan!
details make a difference.
Success or failure is related to the country.
In the center of the sea of blood, as Xuanyuan Tibing turned his palms over, the sand table with the Yin Yang Valley was changing. The latter sat alone in the center, talking about his plans one by one.
How to march.
How to set up the formation.
When is the best time to unlock the seal of the Blood Sea?
The evil king's methods.
How everyone fights and how personnel are distributed.
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In three days, Xuanyuan Tibing made thousands of comments about how to deal with the evil king, and each of them could be expanded upon.
If recorded completely, it would be tantamount to a Spring and Autumn History of the Imperial Dynasty.
Some of the countermeasures are obviously not something that can be thought out at once. They must have been pondered for a long time and then constantly verified before the corresponding conclusions can be drawn.
Come to think of it, for more than ten years before Xuanyuan Tibing took action, he had been thinking hard about the strategy to suppress the evil king.
When Xuanyuan was planning the army, everyone in the three circles inside and outside was meticulous, or put forward their opinions cautiously after careful consideration.
Or he was directly named by Xuanyuan Tibing and explained his views very seriously.
In the first three days, everyone was planning a lot.
After four days, the people who had been sitting cross-legged three times inside and outside finally stood up. They looked at the surging sea of blood, with worries still in their eyes.
But I am obviously more confident than before.
The so-called doing your best and obeying destiny is nothing more than this!
Afterwards, the entire Yin Yang Valley continued to roar. The iron hooves of a million troops vibrated, like long steel dragons crisscrossing each other, majestic. It took a full day to set up an eight-door golden lock array built by a million people.
If you observe carefully, you can find that as long as the formation is slightly adjusted, it can instantly turn into more than a dozen different formations, which is mysterious and unpredictable.
In addition, there are Yin and Yang families who have worked hard to divine the feng shui of this place, hoping to seize any chance of the right time and place.
Everyone with magic skills and martial arts masters join forces to deduce the true power of the evil king day and night...
There are also formation masters who go to various parts of the Baili battlefield to build large formations!
Wu Hou washed his gun and forcibly raised his realm to an unprecedented height.
Some Taoists chant the Buddha's name to calm their mind.
There are Confucian scholars who uphold the principles of human scriptures and are impassioned!
The same is true for Lin Huang. How is the vitality flowing in his body? The entrance barrier is full of power, and his whole person is like a three-foot green blade in the scabbard.
Even before the sword is drawn from its sheath, it can already kill people invisible.
If you take it out of the sheath, you will definitely come back with blood!
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Seven days passed by suddenly.
Tens of thousands of warriors sharpened their swords and washed their guns, and millions of troops were waiting for the enemy. When everyone's fighting spirit reached its peak, Xuanyuan Tibing, who was standing alone at the front on the sea of blood, finally showed a heavy smile.
The latter waved his hand, draped in golden armor, instantly majestic and dazzling!
Then Xuanyuan Tibing turned around...
Lu Han had already handed over the gun in his hand.
A Xiu's golden spear is so good, but with Lu Han's strength, it is difficult to unleash the true power of the golden spear, but Xuanyuan Tibing is different...
With the golden gun in hand, it is Qian Long Teng Yuan!
Xuanyuan Tibing looked at Lu Han and shook his head, "In the Yin-Yang Valley, I can't save your life. You have to look after yourself!"
Then, Xuanyuan Tibing looked at Lin Huang, "There is a rusty iron gun in that palace. I believe you brought it out. Maybe you can lend it to me?"
Lin Huang nodded, and with a hiss, the spear left by Lin Changtian fell into Xuanyuan Tibing's hands.
"This time, we fight side by side again!"
Xuanyuan Tibing held the golden gun in his hand and smiled slightly. The fighting spirit in his body was like a blue dragon soaring upward at this moment, with no enemy in sight!
Above the vast sea of blood, Xuanyuan Tibing's golden armor was dazzling, holding a spear, and leading tens of thousands of warriors towards the front...
"Lord Tianque, the troops are ready! I am wearing armor, so I cannot salute you!"
Xuanyuan Tibing looked at Yang Tianque who looked like a dead tree, raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Yang Tianque slowly opened his eyes, nodded dryly, then looked up at the sky above his head, and smiled sadly:
"The hair is white and the body is wrapped in iron!"
"One hundred thousand night watchmen, thinking of my hometown flag!"
"Yang Tianque, the night watchman, has suppressed Yin Yang Valley for more than three hundred years, and today he takes the first step. Winter is coming, and the night is long. I hope that one hundred thousand of my comrades will see the dawn again, and that my soul will one day return to Jianjia's hometown!"
As the voice full of vicissitudes of life and loneliness fell, Yang Tianque's rotten wood-like figure quietly passed away with the wind and disappeared between heaven and earth.
Xuanyuan Tibing raised his spear and clasped his fists, with a respectful expression, neither happy nor sad!
Click...
The moment Yang Tianque disappeared, the mirror sitting cross-legged under him completely cracked and turned into pieces of broken lenses, which could no longer suppress the monstrous sea of blood!
Suddenly, there was a wave of blood.
The roar like a devil shook the world, and there was a biting coldness in the ferociousness.
The bloody aura surged like wind and lingering clouds, causing the entire bloody Yin-Yang Valley to sway.
In an instant, countless warriors showed fighting intent and stared ahead with murderous intent...
A huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in the hundreds of miles of blood sea, and the terrifying devouring power swept out, sweeping away the spiritual energy in the entire void.
It seems that under that whirlpool, there is a shocking blue dragon, making trouble!
In just a few breaths, a huge wing appeared in the whirlpool, with a skeleton like the backbone of a mountain, and meridians flowing like a river of blood... Just the tip of the iceberg gave people the feeling of blocking out the sky and the sun!
At this moment, the breathing of all the warriors on the Blood Sea was obviously stagnant!
It seemed like there was a huge mountain pressing on top of my head.
It seems like a god has come to the world.
It seems that the peerless demon king has opened his eyes...
Looking at the huge wings, Lin Huang's expression suddenly became tense. Qi and blood flowed rapidly in his body, and there seemed to be endless fighting spirit rushing through the sky.