In the Divine General's Mansion, the night was dark, but the sound of fighting did not diminish.
Zhao Changfeng knelt on one knee in front of Lin Beichen, his expression fierce and resolute.
"Master of the Palace, the last general has ordered 300,000 troops and can set off tonight. Zhao Changfeng invites a battle and rushes to Xuanyuan City to assist Lord Xuanyuan in raising troops!"
Lin Beichen was wearing thin pajamas, looking at the loyal general in front of him, but he kicked him out, "I want to ask you, how many troops does my God General's Mansion have?"
"The army is 600,000, and the Great Xia dragon cavalry is 200,000. There are also 30,000 divine generals in the camp, 7,000 are killed and defeated, and 800 are sent to the death camp!"
"Since we have an army of 840,000, why did we only send out 300,000? Is this your way of being a general? Since the great calamity is coming, we men on the battlefield should bear the responsibility of defending the land, and have the righteousness of the world in our hearts.
Why do you cherish this body?"
Lin Beichen said angrily.
"The last general will obey the palace master's order and order 840,000 troops to enter Xuanyuan City!"
Zhao Changfeng spoke, his expression extremely resolute.
"Take my spear and armor, and bring my general's horse!"
Lin Beichen wrapped up the thin sleepiness on his body and spoke calmly, but his old eyes looked at the bright moon in the sky.
"Master of the Palace..."
Zhao Changfeng raised his head in astonishment, but then he knelt on his knees and lowered his head to dissuade: "The master of the palace is old. The young master has repeatedly asked the general to protect the master. I hope the master will stay in the God General's Mansion for a while, and this world's great catastrophe will be saved."
From the end of the day, I will go on a journey for the master of the palace!"
"Who are you? You are worthy of taking my place!"
Lin Beichen laughed and cursed, then kicked Zhao Changfeng away.
"I hope the master of the palace will think twice. Zhao Changfeng guarantees it with his head. If he goes to Xuanyuan City, he will not disgrace the name of my God General's Palace!"
In the General's Mansion, Zhao Changfeng hugged Lin Beichen's thigh and refused to let go.
"Do you want to see me die of old age or in battle?"
Lin Beichen turned around and stared at Zhao Changfeng with a stern expression.
"The master of the palace will live forever and will never die!"
Zhao Changfeng shouted.
"How could such a naughty and helpless person like you appear in the dignified Divine General's Mansion?"
Lin Beichen laughed and scolded Zhao Changfeng, then kicked the latter away again.
"Master, please go back to your room and have a rest. You will be fighting abroad in the end!"
Zhao Changfeng did not stand up and hugged Lin Beichen's thigh again.
Ahem...
Feeling the cold wind in the night, Lin Beichen suddenly coughed twice. Then he squatted down and looked at Zhao Changfeng in front of him, and asked calmly:
"Do you understand why famous generals are like beauties since ancient times and are not allowed to grow old in the world?"
Zhao Changfeng was suddenly stunned. He looked up at the old man with white hair and an old face filled with endless weather, and nodded with a trembling heart.
"Now that you understand, why don't you go and get my spear and armor? If you miss the time to go to war, I will sacrifice your head to the flag!"
Lin Beichen stood up with a smile, straightened his thin pajamas, and looked at the cold moonlight, with a sentimental smile on his old face.
On this day, Lin Beichen, who was ranked ninth on the list of famous Dongling generals, had white hair and a gun, and led 840,000 troops to Xuanyuan City!
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In the vast Qinglong Mountains, Lin Huang, who was rushing towards Wuchan Temple, did not know that Lin Beichen, who had only been separated for a few days, had already led 840,000 troops to help Xuanyuan raise his troops.
All Lin Huang knew was that since Xuanyuan Tibing had issued a message to recruit people from all over the world, it meant that the great disaster brought about by the Yin Yang Valley was about to begin with an extremely tragic beginning.
And he must rush to Wuzen Temple as quickly as possible.
Every day that follows is extremely critical and urgent.
In the early morning of the next day after Xuanyuan raised his troops and appeared in the sky, Lin Huang and others finally arrived at Wuchan Temple.
In the jungle densely covered with ancient trees, Lin Huang looked at the men in black robes who surrounded Wuchan Temple from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain. He couldn't help but frowned, and murderous intent arose in his heart.
"Master, I wonder where the Blood God Marquis is now?"
Lin Huang asked Ci Nan beside him.
"When the poor monk came down the mountain, the Blood God Marquis was trapped in the forest of three thousand steles!"
Ci Nan coughed up blood. Although the injuries all over his body began to improve, it may be difficult to return to his peak condition in a short time.
Lin Huang nodded silently. As long as the Blood God Marquis was trapped in the Forest of Three Thousand Steles, the rest of Lin Huang could still fight.
"This time, I'm afraid Wuzen Temple will be stained with blood. I hope Master won't mind!"
Lin Huang turned to look at Ci Nan, his expression gradually becoming cold and hard.
"Master once said that from the time the Eighth Prison of Yin-Yang Valley was established in Wuchan Temple, this place was no longer a pure place!"
Ci Nan clasped his hands together, his expression full of compassion.
Lin Huang nodded, then looked at Lin Cangxue and the others, a murderous look on his brows, hundreds of formation seals flying around him...
In the silent mountain forest, the ancient bells are melodious, and the sound of Buddha is spread for ten miles. In the quiet and peaceful void, there is the smell of blood.
From the mountainside of Wuzen Temple to the foot of the mountain, the black robes of the Blood Spirit Temple are covered with statues, forming three iron barrels, surrounding Wuzen Temple.
After a detailed count, there are a thousand people, including many powerful people from Wuhou!
Ouch...
At this moment, a thunderous tiger howl sounded in the forest, as if an invincible tiger was coming down the mountain, roaring proudly across the wilderness.
Everyone in the Blood Spirit Hall suddenly turned their heads and saw a three-foot-tall white tiger rushing out of the mountain forest. It exuded the terrifying killing atmosphere of the ancient formation and bared its bloodthirsty fangs.
The white tiger rushed forward and bit off the head of a black-robed man.
Everyone in the Blood Spirit Hall was shocked, but they reacted very quickly, and immediately took action to crush and kill the White Tiger Formation.
At this moment, another roar sounded from behind the white tiger.
I saw Little Fatty Bai stepping on the dark giant gluttonous beast, with golden light shining all over his body, and his body like cast iron was filled with explosive power as he shot through the air.
One man and one beast, from the moment they rushed out, they crushed the bodies of dozens of black-robed men.
"Who dares to be so presumptuous as to be an enemy of my Blood Spirit Palace!"
At the foot of the mountain, a man in black robes shouted angrily, his robes billowing around his body, and he flew towards Fatty Bai to kill him. His bloody hands were terrifying, filled with the invincible power of Marquis Wu.
call out……
At this moment, a line of blood suddenly appeared in the void, passing through Wuhou's body in an instant. With a bang, Wuhou turned into blood mist and exploded.
At the foot of the mountain, Lin Huang held the demon-suppressing and embroidered swords in his hands. The blades were dripping with blood and looked extremely cold.
Then, Lin Cangxue and Jun Qingcheng struck out with their swords and attacked the black-robed army at the foot of the mountain...
In just ten breaths, the battle has already begun.
At the foot of the Wuchan Temple mountain, everyone gathered together and moved forward like a sharp knife, cutting through the three iron barrel formations of the Blood Spirit Hall.
Lin Huang used the white tiger formation to open the way, wearing Abi Dao and snow floating in the world, holding the killing god's sword and the cross Yama in his hand, turning into the head of the sharp knife, step by step up the steps leading to Wuzen Temple.
Little Fatty Bai is the tail of a sharp knife, stepping on giant beasts, and his body is like the Great Steel Wall, cutting across all the black robes that come to attack him.
Jun Qingcheng and Lin Cangxue were two wings, with long swords crisscrossing their bodies, burning the prairie fire, and exuding an extremely heart-stopping aura.
On the mountainside, hundreds of men in black robes descended across the sky, condensing into a huge aura, like a roaring and shocking dragon, causing the mountain peaks to crack, and all the rocks and ancient trees wherever they touched turned into powder.
"kill!"
Lin Huang let out a long cry, and four times the power of Shura in his body was superimposed. His whole body turned into a line of blood, killing the black robe of the Blood Spirit Hall rushing down.
boom.
Rumble.
In front of the mountain of Wuchan Temple, the battle raged, and the sound of roaring was endless. Bloody swords gleamed across the sky, heavy snow fell all over the sky, the fire of karma set the prairie fire on fire, and the sword energy stirred in the sky...
Up and down in the sky, heads rolled down like stones, and blood spurted like rain.
The steps leading to Wuzen Temple were all stained red with blood, one step at a time!
Lin Huang held two swords in his hands, his robes were messy but his murderous aura was fierce. He was like a hellish Shura. In his hands, he slashed with the God of Death and crossed Yama in a row. Lin Huang stepped up the steps one by one and headed towards Wuchan Temple.
"How dare you, little ants and little dogs, be so arrogant as to come here and die!"
On the mountainside, dozens of black-robed Wuhou suddenly rushed down, carrying endless screams of blood crows, and terrifyingly attacked the forest wilderness.
Lin Huang was not afraid to laugh back, and rushed away with his nose covered.
"You don't know how to live or die, how dare you come here to die!"
A black-clothed Wuhou scolded him coldly, and a huge bloody palm was photographed from the air.
"The Forbidden Time!"
Just when the bloody palm was about to fall on Lin Huang's head, Jun Qingcheng suddenly raised his hand and stopped time.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled, and his deep voice was like the biting cold wind, "Kill the God of Death with one strike!"
In just an instant, a blood line in the void crossed the bodies of many Wuhou, and Lin Huang suddenly appeared behind everyone, the blood on the demon-suppressing knife in his hand falling like a bead curtain...