Chapter One Thousand and Twenty-Five: The Lower Realm is Like a Fair
After the Battle of Baicheng, in the autumn of the eighth year.
With the fall of Tianji City, Yunzhou officially declared its fall. Millions of troops from the demon clan and demon clan drove south, and launched an attack on Jeju, Shuzhou, and Liangzhou the following year.
Offline.
Throughout the morning, Lin Zhao still took dozens of fighter planes transported by Feiyue to and from the countryside between Xicheng and Suzhou City, rescuing people everywhere. However, as soon as the tide of sea beasts passed, the mutated creatures in the jungle became more and more manic.
Bones can be seen everywhere, it's too horrible to see.
Until noon, Lin Zhao and Chen Xuefeng returned to the base in a dusty manner, but there was still no whereabouts of Roman's parents. In fact, Lin Zhao was so busy that he had no time to go online to check the battle situation in the game on the ninth day.
…
In the game, it is another year, spring has revived, and the snowy Tianchi area is gradually covered with a layer of verdant green.
At this time, there was still only the Hefeng Academy standing above the snow-covered Tianchi. In the center of the academy, a white tree glowed with rich cultural heritage. It was the incarnation of Gu Lingyu, and in the academy, a group of Gu Lingyu's disciples visited him every day.
Sweeping dust, growing vegetables, weeding, and being self-sufficient in the academy, I have spent nine years safely under the protection of my husband.
On Tianchi, rows of demon cavalry were galloping. The demon clan came out in full force and went south, dispatching more than fifteen military tents. Therefore, the snowy Tianchi was temporarily guarded by Nishang Tianxia, and the demons dispatched a 2,000-man army.
The war cavalry is stationed in the snowy Tianchi, and dozens of scouts are sent out to patrol the surrounding areas every day to prevent the power of the human race from taking root in the northern region.
The last time the human race came to the Snowy Tianchi, it was Zhu Zhi and Yu Wanning who came with 30,000 snowy legions. However, they came and went in such a hurry that they only killed all the demon garrison on the snowy Tianchi.
Zhi Zhi and Yu Wan Ning passed by Hefeng Academy and bowed to the white tree from afar without disturbing them too much.
If Lin Zhao doesn't come back, Zhi Zhi and Yu Wan Ning don't even know how to face the scholar who turned into a white tree spirit.
Snowy Tianchi, outside Beishan.
The Jiuzhangyuan area is still covered with snow, but under the snow, patches of green have emerged. The earth is about to return to spring, and under the snow, there are still some traces of the past buried nine years ago.
After the Battle of Baicheng, there were still many corpses and broken armor left in the Jiuzhangyuan area.
"Whoosh!"
In the air, a wisp of golden ripples rippled, accompanied by a strong military murderous aura. A great military monk in white clothes with a sword on his back came from the upper world. It was none other than Han Xin, the Soldier Immortal.
After nine years of absence, when Han Xin looked at the ruins of the snow-covered Tianchi and the mountain top garden again, he felt that things had changed a long time ago. The world was still in turmoil, but if there hadn't been that kid's plan, I'm afraid it would have been...
It's not just as simple as the turmoil, the monsters and demons may have chewed up all the bones of the human race long ago.
"well……"
Han Xin glanced at it and saw that after the fall of the Snowy Tianchi, the mountaintop garden was looted by the demon clan. Basically, everything with a little bit of history was evacuated. Even the lotus pond was dug away, and the natural
The house has been in disrepair for a long time and is in tatters. The windows are empty and covered with cobwebs. Only the bamboo forest is still lush and green.
Bingxian was a little distracted, and even had some illusions. He felt that someone called "Brother Han Xin" affectionately in his ear, and thought that he could have a spicy white fish soup at noon. Unfortunately, things have changed and his old friend has long been gone.
Already.
"alright."
He gathered his thoughts and walked in the snow forest of Jiuzhangyuan. His eyes scanned Jiuzhangyuan, and he opened his right hand slightly, and suddenly a stream of blood-colored murderous thoughts lingered around him.
"Soldier Tang Guangjun."
Han Xin raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "Han Xin is here to take you back to the Martial Arts Temple, why don't you show up quickly?"
There was silence in the wilderness.
"snort!"
Han Xin couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Why are you still competing with me and Ding Muchen? Or is it that you, Tang Guangjun, used your sword on the snowy Tianchi and killed many great demons of the upper five realms, and became a human race
After making great achievements, do you feel like you are good again?"
There was still silence all around.
Suddenly, Han Xin's eyes turned red and he said: "Have you really been killed to the point where the soul has almost completely dissipated? Your Tang Guangjun's power is so strong that it shouldn't be..."
This warrior immortal who had experienced hundreds of battles and was used to seeing life and death had a sore nose and almost shed tears.
However, at this moment, the blood-colored murderous energy in his palm suddenly twitched, as if it was sensing something. Han Xin couldn't help but smile: "That's right. With your temperament, you still have to think about yourself."
I just thought about it, could it be that once the good deeds are done, I no longer need the favor of the world? You, Tang Guangjun, are definitely not that kind of person!"
As he said that, Han Xin jumped up and landed on a wilderness of snow. He raised his hand gently, and suddenly the snow and soil on the surface rose up one after another, and underneath, a rather rotten item was buried.
The armor had been buried under the snow for nine years and was already rusty, and the robe was completely rotten, but on the day it saw the light of day again, there was a touch of blood flowing through it.
"Snowy Tianchi took out a sword for the human race, died and disappeared, and finally... the soul returned to the shirt?"
Han Xin laughed and said: "It's interesting. According to this merit, you Tang Guangjun will definitely enter the Martial Arts Temple's Seventy-Two Generals, and you may be ranked in the top twenty. Tsk tsk, I'd like to congratulate you in advance!"
With that said, the Bingxian twirled his hand and put the armor with a little bit of Tang Guangjun's soul into the storage bag.
"okay."
He looked up to the south and said, "There are still many things to do. It's time to go to the south."
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Yunzhou.
On top of a restaurant, two demon clan monks were sitting, one was the thirteenth-level monk Ran Qing who was wearing a white robe, and the other was the twelve-level silver dragon sword immortal Cao Yan who was wearing a silver short robe.
The two of them sat opposite each other, with a few side dishes and two jugs of good wine on the table. Although the two of them were top figures in the world of neon clothes, there were not many good wines and good dishes in Yunzhou City. After all, there were so many demons.
The 100,000 cavalrymen are almost at the point where they have no food to eat.
Opposite is a Yunxiang Tower that was reduced to ashes.
Shi Hanyin's fire not only burned down Yunxiang Tower, but also killed the Divine Cavalry Captain Chen Gun and more than 300 demon cavalry generals. This fire can be said to have caused Nishang's losses all over the world.
heavy.
But after Yunxiang Tower was reduced to ashes, Yu Feng, the commander of the Divine Cavalry, ordered that the old site of Yunxiang Tower should be preserved and no one should destroy it, so that people in the Nishang World could take a look and see what a weak woman from the human race was like.
How to kill enemies for the human race and let the people of Nishang world know that Chen Gun and others are actually a shame to Nishang world.
At this time, it was late at night.
Among the ruins of Yunxiang Tower, there seemed to be an extremely sad voice, singing softly.
It is a wisp of Shi Hanyin’s soul.
"snort!"
Cao Yan turned to look at Yun Xianglou and said with a faint smile: "You haven't died yet, and you still want to mess with the Taoist mind of my cultivator in Nishang World?"
"How?"
Ran Qing smiled slightly: "Want to completely destroy Shi Hanyin's Yin Shen with one sword?"
"never mind."
Cao Yan sneered and said: "It's just an insignificant soul. How can I care about her? It's just a pity that those sons of the gods were burned to death by Shi Hanyin, who had no cultivation at all.
, it’s really a pity.”
Ran Qing narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Actually, there are no gods. They are just creatures from the lower world, all made of flesh and blood. Doesn't Cao Jianxian think that the human race on the mountain and below is quite awe-inspiring? The demon race, Nishang
, the two worlds were encircled, and they actually managed to hold on for nine years. Even now, Han Yetang is in the south and Zhu Zhi is in the north, defeating the Yao clan and Nishang. The two worlds are hesitant to move forward. In my opinion, the battle is about to happen.
Changed.”
"How could I not see it?"
Cao Yan took a deep breath, looked to the north, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Lin Baiyi is really amazing. A plan he made many years ago seems to have foreseen today's situation. In nine years, he built a snowfield
Tianchi, a Fusu Great Wall, a Shanhaiguan, and Yunzhou, forcefully consumed more than half of the troops of the Yao clan and Nishang in the world, and the monks on the mountain suffered countless casualties!"
Ran Qing took a sip of wine and said: "This wine has no taste. Why not go to Dongting Lake to meet the Lake Lord? It's not too much to ask for a sip of wine before Nishang is defeated in the world."
?”
Cao Yan couldn't help but laugh.
Dongting Lake Lord Shang Xuli is in the 12th realm, and sitting in Dongting Lake is equivalent to the 13th realm. But after all, he is just a Lake Lord, and his combat power is about the same as Ran Qing. But if you add Cao Yan, the peak sword of the 12th realm,
If it is repaired, Shang Xuli will definitely fail, not to mention that the entire Yunzhou is now under the control of Yao Clan and Ni Chang. It is just the right time to ask for Dongting Wine.
"Walk!"
Silver Dragon Sword Immortal patted the dust on his body, stood up and said with a smile: "Go and have a drink with Mr. Shanghu!"
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Confucian Wenlin.
There was a flourishing literary movement over the Confucian Temple, and near the Academy there was the sound of reading.
A figure floated over, dressed in white clothes and holding a fairy sword Jinghua. It was Lin Wanhua, the peak of the Thirteenth Realm. However, compared to nine years ago, Lin Wanhua's cultivation was deeper, and a Jinghua was in her hand.
The Upper Realm has already made great achievements in battle, especially in the Battle of the Conferring God Platform. Countless inner demons died under the shock. Among the thirteen realms in the Upper Realm, Lin Wanhua's military exploits are second to none, even surpassing most of them.
The Fourteenth Realm of the Upper Realm!
It was this military exploit that gave Lin Wanhua an opportunity to enter the lower world.
She stood outside Wenlin, frowning, waiting for a reply.
Not long after, two figures came over, one was Mr. Fu Sheng, and the other was Jing Chu, a sword cultivator at the Thirteenth Level of Confucianism.
"Girl Lin."
Old Mr. Fu Sheng put his hands behind his back, pretending to be an elder, and said with a smile: "Go to the lower world to find my Xiao Zhao?"
Lin Wanhua pursed her red lips, looking rather shy on her pretty face, but the next moment she pouted her lips and said angrily: "Yes!"
"Okay, okay."
Mr. Fu Sheng narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "How do you know that my Xiao Zhao still has a chance of survival?"
"I feel something in my heart."
Lin Wanhua said: "I always feel that he is still there."
"oh……"
The old gentleman was a little disappointed and touched his forehead. He thought that this girl had guessed the truth. As for the truth of the matter, it was actually very simple. Back then, the Holy Master personally went down to the realm to give the Haoran Golden Order to Lin Zhao. There was a Haoran Golden Order for body protection.
Lin Zhao, how could he be crushed to death by half the Wuwu Mountain?
"Have you thought about it?"
The old man's voice was gentle and he said: "Use your nine years of bloody battles in the upper world for a chance to go to the lower world?"
"Um."
Lin Wanhua smiled slightly: "But the ugly words are ahead. If I kill monsters in the lower world, will this military achievement count? After all, Mr. Fusheng is also one of the four sages of Confucianism. Does his words work?"
"It works, it works."
The old man only felt his scalp numb and said: "Killing monsters in the lower world is considered a military achievement, and my old man's words are also useful. But if Jingchu goes with us, there will be someone to take care of him."
"Um."
Lin Wanhua glanced at Jing Chu and asked, "Why do you go to the lower world as often as you go to the market?"
Jing Chu scratched his head and almost said something bad.
What could be the reason? Her cultivation level is low, unlike her, Lin Wanhua, who has an extraordinary and saintly sword cultivation level. Her one trip to the lower realm, the four ancestral families of the human race, really cost a lot of luck.