Both the human warriors and the barbarian creatures were gradually feeling tired and sleepy at this time.
To them…
Fighting day and night has consumed too much energy, and even if we continue to fight, there is little point.
Xiao Tian and other censors of the Daoling Dynasty.
Of course I understand this.
They appeared on the top of the sky in Beilu and announced at the same time that the war was temporarily over!
"Is there an armistice?"
The spirit-derived weapon in his hand took away the life of a barbarian warrior who had transcended the mortal realm. Mo Heng looked at the stalwart warrior standing at the top of the crowd in the distance.
I couldn't help but feel a strong yearning in my heart.
When will I be able to become a powerful warrior like the Censor, who is worshiped by thousands of people?
…
…
Return to Meaux.
The sky gradually became gloomy.
The thick smell of blood enveloped the entire Beilu land.
This war.
The warriors in Beilu Realm suffered heavy losses!
Of the 600,000 Spirit Transformation Realm warriors, there are currently less than 350,000 left...many of them are seriously injured and cannot continue to participate in the battle.
Mo Heng walked in the crowd.
He saw many warriors around him with pale faces and numb expressions, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Who doesn’t want to change the current situation?
But facing tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of barbarians, what can a warrior in the transcendent realm do?
Depressing atmosphere.
In this way, it permeated all the warriors in Mo City.
Until a long time ago…
Suddenly, a woman's cry suddenly sounded from a distance, "Woooo...why! Huang Yu, why did you abandon me? Didn't you agree that we should live together and grow old together?"
The woman's haggard face was as pale as snow.
In her arms, a man covered in blood lost all his life.
He is dead…
Under the crazy killings of the barbarians, although he came to Mocheng alive, the injuries left on his body still brought his final life to an end!
Silent atmosphere.
Finally, it was ruthlessly broken!
More and more warriors from the Beilu Realm began to cry bitterly. In the barbarian invasion war, they also lost their relatives and companions, and became lonely and pitiful people...
"Damn it...Damn it! Why! Why is this happening!"
Mo Heng clenched his fists, and overwhelming anger arose spontaneously!
This moment!
He began to hate barbarians.
Why did the other party want to invade Beilu? Why... want to change everything here?!
If it weren't for them.
How could there be so many warriors in the land of Beilu, leaving behind tears of helplessness and sadness!
"Barbarians! I will kill you all in this lifetime!"
Mo Heng's eyes were full of ancient coldness!
After experiencing the baptism of blood, his expression was no longer as green as before, but revealed a hint of coldness and indifference.
Maybe this is growth.
only…
Mo Heng grew up on the bloody battlefield and in the killing of barbarians!
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The war ceased.
Xiao Tian returned to the capital occupied by the barbarians.
His expression was filled with victory, and he was extremely happy.
Compared with the casualties in Beilu Territory, although the barbarian warriors also suffered a lot of casualties, they were better because of their huge base. Even though some people were killed or injured, it didn't matter.
"Hmph... That guy An An Yang still dares to threaten me? Do you really think I'm afraid of him?" Xiao Tian said angrily, "When the war is over, I want to see how lonely and lost he is."
"I'm afraid you won't have that chance."
Suddenly, a voice with endless contempt echoed in the wooden pavilion.
Xiaotian turned around in confusion, and saw a tall man sitting on the wooden chair behind him at some unknown time, with a hazy golden light all over his body!
The man's eyes were calm, and the golden light curtain around him was full of sacred aura, making people want to worship him.
"Senior An...you..."
Xiaotian took a step back, his voice trembling.
He knew that when the barbarians returned from a great victory, An Xin Yang would definitely be uneasy when he appeared here!
"Don't worry, I'm here just to talk to you." An Xinyang smiled softly, his voice neither happy nor sad, and motioned for Xiao Tian to sit down.
Talk?
Xiaotian sat obediently on the wooden chair, but his heart was surging like a stormy sea.
He didn't believe that the Void-Breaking Warrior, who could shock the wilderness for eternity, would want to have a peaceful conversation with someone like him who had not yet understood the mysteries of reincarnation!
"I wonder what you want to talk to me about, senior, when you come here?" After a long silence, Xiaotian saw that Anxin Yang was still silent, took a deep breath, tried his best to stay calm, and then said.
"Actually, we have nothing to talk about."
An Xinyang smiled slightly, "The human race and the barbarian race are ancient enemies. For tens of thousands of years, you and I have been in constant conflict, and there have even been several wars. Looking at the entire history of the ancient continent, it is unprecedented."
"Senior An...I don't understand what you mean."
Xiaotian said shamelessly, his heart was already starting to get cold. He even suspected that the other party came here just to kill him unilaterally to vent his anger and lose the war in Beilu.
"You don't need to understand... As I said before, you no longer have that chance!" An Xinyang looked at Xiaotian, and after finishing speaking, a majestic aura like that of ancient times enveloped the entire wooden pavilion in vain!
The atmosphere exudes endless vicissitudes and desolation.
Xiaotian was in it, and he suddenly felt that he was on the edge of reincarnation, as if he might lose himself at any time...
"An...An An Yang! Fuck you! You kept saying to talk to me, why did you do it directly? Do you still have the dignity of being a powerful person?"
Does Xiao Tiantian still have any respect at this time?
An An Yang is going to kill him. Respect? It’s useless!
"Dignity? Haha. The warriors in Beilu Realm are being massacred by your barbarians. I don't know what dignity you mean, but my dignity tells me that right now... I can no longer continue to look at them, one by one.
Died at the hands of barbarians."
An Xinyang laughed at himself.
If you can…
He really wanted to stop Xiao Tian at the beginning of the war.
But he can't.
As a powerful man of the Daoling Dynasty, he also has the mission of a powerful man. He cannot control the war, and what he can do is only trivial things.
Even sometimes...
These trivial things can put him in endless crises!
"Do you want to start a war with the barbarians?" The edges of his consciousness had begun to blur. Xiaotian knew that he would soon sink into reincarnation, so he spoke quickly.
"Barbarians? Why should I go to war with barbarians? Don't forget, the last ones to kill you are those guys from the outer sea!"
An Xin Yang finished speaking.
The majestic atmosphere of ancient times in the wooden pavilion has disappeared.
At the same time…
Xiaotian's eyes also became dull, but his life breath was still there. It seemed that Anxin Yang had not completely wiped him out.
"We can't kill him yet... The barbarian tribe must have his natal lamp. If we kill him, the king of the barbarian tribe will intervene in this matter."
"Let's wait until the people from the Sea Clan come out of the ancient realm."
An Xinyang muttered to himself, and then disappeared from the wooden pavilion with Xiao Tian who was lost. He still had to meet the two barbarian masters of Xu Lingzi... they had to be dealt with!
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Mofu
In the wooden pavilion where the disciples lived, Mo Zhiqiu was sitting in front of the spiritual tablet. He looked much older.
In the fight with the barbarians.
Although he was not killed, he was seriously injured and was afraid that he would not be able to continue participating in the battle.
Mo Heng looked at him...
There was a slight pain in his heart. The jade bottle that Mo Yunzhi gave him at the beginning contained only pills that were helpful for his practice. As for the pills that could heal injuries, there were no pills at all.
Of course there is nothing we can do about it.
In the Daoling Dynasty, only the seventh-grade alchemist or above can refine elixirs for healing injuries. The most heaven-defying alchemist in Beilu Realm is only of sixth grade, so how can he refine such elixirs?
"Damn it...if only the purple thunder in my heart could be driven out of my body!" Mo Heng complained a little, thinking that the power in his body could not be used for his own use. What's the difference between this and not having it?
After a while.
Mo Zhiqiu stood up from the spiritual tablet. He turned around and saw Mo Heng looking helpless. He smiled slightly and said, "What's wrong, Heng'er, why are you standing there so stupidly?"
"Father...I..."
Mo Heng wanted to tell Mo Zhiqiu to leave Beilu, but he couldn't. He understood Mo Zhiqiu's character and knew that at this juncture, it was impossible for the other party to leave like this.
"I know what you want to say, but... there are some things that you must protect even if you risk your life, you know?" Mo Zhiqiu touched Mo Heng's head, his voice was very calm.
As a father.
He naturally understood what Mo Heng was thinking.
But some things cannot be solved by running away! Abandoning the wilderness, giving up his homeland... This has gone against Mo Zhiqiu's original intention, even if he survived in the end.
satisfying…
But already dead.
"Do you have to protect your life even if you abandon it?" Mo Heng repeated Mo Zhiqiu's words and stood there blankly.
"Does Heng'er have a girl that he must protect?" Suddenly, Mo Zhiqiu looked at him, with a hint of cunning in his smile, "If not, I think Mo Antong's child is very good!"
"Father!"
Mo Heng's eyes turned white and he felt bad.
He was not even familiar with Mo Antong, so how could he protect her? Mo Xin... Thinking of that pretty and stubborn girl, Mo Heng couldn't help but smile.
His smile fell in Mo Zhiqiu's eyes, and the latter nodded happily and said: "Sigh... my memory has not been very good recently. By the way, do you know where I put the 'Golden Jade Dew' that I have treasured for many years?
"
"Father, you are injured, why do you still drink? Besides...how can I know your things?"
Mo Heng snorted.
"Oh, you brat!? You are so old that you dare to talk back to me." Mo Zhiqiu cursed angrily, but his face was filled with happiness and joy...