Under the vast void, blood flew. In order to help Xuanyuan Tibing complete the final ceremony, tens of thousands of warriors formed seventeen humanoid Great Walls to guard Xuanyuan Tibing.
However, the evil king struck down with one punch after another, just like a mountain crashing down. Wherever the fist hit, seventeen lines of defense were shattered one by one.
Dongling warriors are like a torrent rushing to death.
Approaching the inner circle of Xuanyuan Tibing, Lin Huang and others were sitting cross-legged around Xuanyuan Tibing, with firm expressions and high spirits.
Xuanyuan Tibing was seriously injured and was about to die. The Evil King with the realm of the Martial Emperor was invincible!
At this moment, all bets can only be placed on Xuanyuan Tibing.
On the bloody battlefield, Yan Zangfeng once again rushed in front of the evil king. Looking at the latter's ready-to-kill punch, he burst out laughing, his impassionedness shaking the world. He saw that the latter no longer held him back.
Instead of punching him, he used all his strength to hug the Evil King and crazily flew towards the farthest void.
The evil king was furious and landed one punch after another on Yan Zangfeng. Each punch knocked away 10% of Yan Zangfeng's vitality.
After six punches, Yan Zangfeng only had two points of breath left.
However, even though Yan Zangfeng had only one hand, he tightly restrained the Evil King. With his last bit of obsession, he pulled the Evil King thousands of feet into the air and exploded with laughter.
There was a bang.
A thunder sounded between heaven and earth, and the vast void shook, and a huge mushroom cloud covered the sky.
Yanzang Feng, the body dies and the Tao disappears!
In the battlefield, Lin Huang raised his head and looked at the scene in the sky with splitting eyes. His heart was filled with grief. He was as strong as the martial arts myth seventy years ago, and he also became a moth flying into the fire.
In his mind, Lin Huang still remembered the way Yan Zangfeng played the strings with his fingers when he first met him.
On Wuya Peak, Yan Zangfeng fell from the sky, killing dozens of Wuhou, killing Liu Cangsheng, and saving himself.
On the green hills outside Xuanyuan City, I told Lin Huang the past events of the past, the sadness and suffering of Xie Qinghou who had been dormant for ten years, and told myself that I should be the first in the world.
The myth of a generation has finally come to an end!
Lin Huang felt depressed in his heart. If he had the realm of King Wu today, he might be able to rush into Changtian. With such a heroic attitude, he would risk his life to block the evil king for a moment.
It's a pity that Lin Huang's current state is not even qualified to be the earthworm that shakes the tree.
Yan Zangfeng was dead, but before everyone had time to grieve, the evil king had already come to kill him again. Compared to the previous indifference, the latter was obviously more sullen and even a little angry.
Yan Zangfeng's dying counterattack eventually injured him.
On the battlefield, looking at the Evil King falling from the sky, the Dongling warriors were fearful in their hearts, but they moved forward indomitably. Even though the fists falling above their heads were like mountains, they were not afraid at all and stood tall.
If you take a step back today, you will be in an abyss!
The Eastern Spirit Realm will become a world dominated by demons, and the sect, heirs, and relatives behind you may be slaves for generations, or their souls may be scattered.
Warriors have their own character, and they will die when they die.
"Zuo Jia Ming taught the Qinglong tribe to hold the sword on the right and sent Xuanyuan, the 32nd generation descendant of the Tianzi camp under his command, Qianhu Xuanyuan, to raise his troops. I am willing to use my blood as a sacrifice and my soul as a guide. Please revive the three thousand heroic souls and save me Dongling!
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"Zuo Jia Ming taught the Qinglong tribe to hold the sword on the right and sent Xuanyuan, the 32nd generation descendant of the Tianzi camp under his command, Qianhu Xuanyuan, to raise his troops. I am willing to use my blood as a sacrifice and my soul as a guide. Please revive the three thousand heroic souls and save me Dongling!
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Behind the crowd, Xuanyuan Tibing was bleeding from all his orifices, and his aura was getting weaker and weaker. However, the latter was like the legendary martyr, igniting his last obsession and vowing to find an opportunity for reversal for the Eastern Spirit Realm.
Just after the evil king landed his punches one after another, like a torrent of thousands of iron cavalry crushing the seven defenses of the Dongling warriors, there was a wisp of breeze.
There is a ray of righteousness in the world.
Then...
The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the exhausted sea of blood suddenly opened, and an abyss of ten thousand feet slowly appeared.
While the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, an ancient beacon rose slowly from the abyss, exuding a domineering aura that did not belong to this world, soaring straight into the sky and sweeping thousands of miles across.
In the military formation, Xuanyuan Tibing's soldiers screamed and burst into tears!
I saw Xuanyuan Tibing standing up immediately as if returning to the light, looking at the beacon that emerged, "I beg the three thousand heroic spirits to revive and save me Dongling!"
On the battlefield, Dongling warriors and an army of 700,000 followed Xuanyuan Tibing's voice and shouted loudly, the sound shook the sky:
"Please revive the three thousand heroic spirits and save me Dongling!"
Above the void, the Evil King looked at an ancient beacon emerging from the abyss, his expression changed drastically, and there was actually fear on his cold face.
Seeing a beacon is like seeing a devil!
Lin Huang also looked at the beacon in the abyss, his heart was slightly shaken, then he frowned, and then he was even more shocked.
He had vaguely seen that ancient beacon from a hundred miles away.
——Fengtian Ancient Bronze Great Wall.
Three thousand years ago, the Ming Dynasty fell into decline. Emperor Ai of the Ming Dynasty worked hard to restore the glory of the Ming Dynasty. However, evil spirits from outside the territory appeared, poisoning the world and destroying the orthodoxy of the human race.
For three hundred years, the entire continent was plunged into darkness, with no sun or moon visible all year round.
In order to resist the evil spirits outside the territory and save the people of the mainland, Emperor Ai of the Ming Dynasty fought in the east and west, and wiped out all 98 million of the Ming Dynasty's army.
Although Emperor Ai of the Ming Dynasty failed in the end, before his death, he built the ancient bronze Great Wall of Fengtian, which spans hundreds of millions of miles, to guard the nine ancestral dragon veins on the mainland and protect future generations.
The Fengtian Ancient Bronze Great Wall can be said to be the world's greatest artifact!
Looking at the beacon emerging from the abyss, Lin Huang finally reacted. Such an ancient will and aura, unlike the domineering power of the human world, must be the ancient bronze Great Wall of Fengtian.
And this... may be the force that Qin Xuance failed to crack in the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers, and finally suppressed the evil king.
In just a few breaths, the beacon in the abyss was no longer the tip of the iceberg, but rose rapidly with an extremely powerful posture, like a hidden dragon rising into the abyss, looking down at the world.
boom!
There was a loud noise in the sky and the earth. At the moment when the ancient bronze Great Wall reappeared in the sky and the earth, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were shaken. All Dongling warriors showed shocked expressions on their faces.
That's a section of the Great Wall...
But it is like a giant bronze mountain that stretches for hundreds of miles, stretching between heaven and earth.
The city wall is thousands of feet high, soaring into the sky. Looking up, it seems to cut off the sky. It stretches hundreds of miles to the left and right, but gives people the impression of a peerless blue dragon lying prone on the earth, stretching for thousands of miles.
The entire Great Wall is made of bronze.
The surface is covered with mottled patina, full of a sense of eternity. It seems as if it has experienced countless winds, frosts, rains, snows, and vicissitudes of life.
It makes people feel more and more ancient.
On the city wall, countless sword marks were left, which were densely packed and stretched for hundreds of miles. It seemed that they had gone through countless long battles to be so scarred.
And in the center of this section of the Hundred Miles of Great Wall is the beacon that everyone had seen before.
Ancient beacon tower.
With the beacon fire, hundreds of millions of miles of flames lit up the entire vast continent. It is conceivable that wherever the beacon fire reaches, the hundreds of millions of monks in the human race would not hesitate to fight, nor would they hesitate to die in tears and songs!