The clouds of war are dense and heavy hanging in the sky.
Swords, guns, swords and halberds are a long forest of bloody steel.
Zhong Xi, the emperor of the great prison, sits alone in the center of the evil cloud, holding the prison of heaven and earth.
The huge military formation was almost like a millstone of flesh and blood, slowly twisting on the vast land.
Time and space are like mules and horses, and the five elements are fodder.
What wears away is the Tao, and what dissipates is Qi and blood.
The powerful army of the Hai Clan is wasting away here, just to kill the two elites!
And in the middle of this huge millstone, there is a peach blossom forest.
Blocking the overwhelming soldiers outside the forest, it formed a world of its own and built a small pure land.
But now, the peach blossoms have fallen and the forest has become sparse, and the remaining red color has turned into dust.
Deep in the peach forest, there is a small house turned into a white paper lantern, and its whereabouts are revealed.
There are two people in the white paper cage house.
One is blind and rickety, wearing an old hat and tattered clothes. He sits cross-legged on a candlestick, with a fire hanging from the heavenly spirit.
One has an elegant posture, sitting on a mahogany stool. His gorgeous clothes are torn in many places, and his charred flesh is visible. His face is not very good, but he still cannot conceal his handsomeness.
White candlelight kept flying out of the white paper cage house and out of the peach forest, burning the swarming offensive out of the deep pit... But it was also thin enough to be seen by the naked eye.
Yu Liyang looked at the outside of the white paper cage house slightly melancholy, with a sad temperament of Spring and Autumn: "I don't know the name of this place yet."
Zhu Sui thought for a while: "Zhu Yang Cemetery?"
Yu Liyang said: "You are so funny."
"Really? A long time ago, Emperor Wu said the same thing about me." Zhusui felt rare emotion and said slowly: "During many long nights, I talked to myself and felt that I was a boring person, until—
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"Stop it!" Yu Liyang quickly stopped: "Old man, don't miss the past in such a hurry, I don't want to die yet!"
"You misunderstood." Zhusui glanced at him slowly: "I will not die. I still have three night wandering gods in Linzi."
Yu Liyang:……
At this moment, the three night wandering gods summoned by Zhu Sui were all killed in battle.
Their value cannot be regarded simply as one true god and two false gods.
The true god of Yeyou was able to suppress even King Yan, Hainan Qiao. The two false gods of Yeyou were able to kill Qi Xiaoqian and Ao Huangzhong, even the most arrogant soldiers of the Hai Clan could not form a stable formation.
And in addition to the current strength, there is also the possibility of further improvement.
The sixteen night wandering gods have determined the limit of mythology. Each one dies and one is missing, never to be seen again.
Zhu Sui kept vigil for the State of Qi. From the time when Emperor Wu of Qi was in power to the time when the State of Qi achieved hegemony, in this thousand-year history, only ten of his night-walking gods died.
In today's battle, three of them were killed, and the loss was not insignificant.
Moreover, his true self is also in danger here. If he is really killed by Zhong Ximo, the remaining three night-walking false gods will have no way forward.
Of course, compared to Yu Liyang, whose family and life depended on this, he could indeed laugh at a hundred steps at fifty steps.
But this is a bit too irritating...
Yu Liyang looked at the candlestick and deliberately kicked the old man down.
But Zhu Sui used his body as wax and burned his way to defend against the enemy, which allowed them to persist for so long. This move was really difficult to pull off.
However, at the next moment, peach petals fell in front of my eyes.
The waves outside the Hai Clan's military formation had already passed through Bingsha and he felt it.
Yu Liyang took the opportunity to kick the candlestick, kicking first, and then reminded: "Come down quickly, reinforcements have arrived!"
But this kick was still in vain.
Zhu Sui has walked out of the white paper cage house and gone straight to the sky!
His rickety body straightened up at this moment, like an endless ancient mountain range with steep peaks!
The white flame poured like a waterfall at this moment, burning the heaven and earth to the point of chilling.
Zhu Sui, whose whole body was ignited by white flames, made a backhand move, picked up the burning white paper lantern, and faced the prison emperor who was sitting alone in the middle of the evil cloud: "I gave you a chance! But you don't seem to have.
Get a grip!"
I don’t know whether he was mocking Zhong Xi or Yu Liyang.
Changes come so fast.
Surrounded by majestic evil clouds, there is a sparse peach blossom forest.
In the peach blossom forest, where there are only a few peach trees left, there is only a solitary peach blossom fairy.
The mahogany stool on which he sat alone not only failed to bring him company, but made the painting even more lonely.
Yu Liyang then waved his sleeves, walked out of the peach forest, and charged into the army formation!
In that ferocious and roaring ocean of soldiers, a quiet flower path was found.
Although the clothes are torn, the temples are messy, and the body is injured... there is still endless romance!
The peach blossom fairy walks on the sand, suddenly like the spring breeze, the fallen flowers are colorful.
And if the perspective is moved higher up, above the prison emperor Zhong Xi, one can see the entire huge military formation outside the flesh-and-blood millstone...
Team after team of human monks were running across the vast land of Dragon Territory, like a broken arrow, hitting this "soldier target" straight away!
And there was a loud sound like thunder, rolling across the sky, it was Jiang Wang’s voice!
He was not afraid of death and was at the forefront of the battle, leaping through the sea of ​​flames and sweeping through the thunder.
One brave man is worthy of an army.
"Is the watchman here during the long night?!"
"Peach Blossom Yu Shangqing, are you there?!"
In this Saha Dragon Realm where the Zen spirit is hidden, the thunder sound of King Kong descending from outsiders resounded. The rolling thunder sounded like a punishment from heaven.
What responded to him was Yu Liyang's lively laugh: "I'm here just enjoying the flowers and drinking wine, so why hurt me!"
It's like the deep sea, the thick clouds of war, the roaring waves!
From the huge Hai Clan military formation, there are also countless tributaries, which are constantly expanding outwards and facing these human race reinforcements head-on.
However, there is an endless stream of human troops outside knocking on the door, and there are two extremely powerful men inside. How can this formation be achieved?
Even if Zhong Xi had Jiang Mengxiong's military strategy, he might not be able to control the army again.
Under the golden crown, his young face remained unmoved, and he did not respond to Zhu Sui's provocation. He still mobilized his army in an orderly manner, and used dense soldiers to block Zhu Sui, who was covered in white flames, to his death.
outside.
The sea warriors in the military formation all contributed themselves without reservation at this moment. They gave all their strength to the Great Prison Emperor who had withstood the wind and waves of the sea and personally shattered the whirlpool of eternal darkness.
Thousands of wills have sunk the consciousness to the bottom, and the huge army has only one will to carry it out.
Sea warriors continue to die, and they are constantly being replaced by sea warriors.
The entire formation completed a wonderful division into two formations, the inner and outer. The inner formation suppressed Yu Liyang alone, while the outer formation was like a silver dragon waving its tail, roaring and intercepting the human race's reinforcements.
It is only a matter of time before the army collapses.
But the specific measurement of time is his problem Zhongxi.
The Saha Dragon Territory is not easy to endure, and the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea and the Huai Island of the human race are not going to be easy either.
It's just a matter of comparing who can endure it better and seeing who can't endure it first.
He believed that before the ordeal, the Sea Clan could endure it better.
Without it.
Can the human race know the suffering of the sea?!
At this moment, every inch of pressing time needs to be watered with blood. All fear, pain, and despair need to be endured with tenacity.
To be continued...