NOVEL NEXT Chapter 38 Endless panic, he stood up, does this scene seem familiar?
In the twilight, the mighty 600,000 soldiers of the barbarian countries formed their camps, which stretched endlessly.
Hundreds of war drums and hundreds of gongs roared each other, and the purple king's flag depicting "Castle Abyss" hung flat in the blue sky.
On the golden stage, the Barbarian Emperor sits high on the throne, looking around the majestic imperial son-in-law, and said:
"It's ridiculous that the mayfly shakes the tree."
"It's going to be a hunting game!"
The three judges who accompanied him on the expedition looked at each other.
The messenger of the abyss seems to have reminded His Majesty not to use the word "ephemera shakes the tree" again.
"This battle is not only to annihilate the Han slaves' living strength, but also to take advantage of the situation to defeat Bei Liang."
The barbarian emperor tapped the armrest of the throne with his fingers rhythmically, and a pair of children looked at the blond judge:
"Don't use the genocide policy for the time being, first confuse the people of Beiliang to put down their guard and surrender sincerely. How do you say that Zhongyuan dialect?"
A nearby guard said cautiously: "Tan eats the pot of pulp to welcome Master Wang..."
"Yes!" The barbarian emperor nodded.
Carl frowned deeply, exchanged glances with the other two judges, and said nothing.
Your majesty, you think too far!
To put it well, it means to be far-sighted, and to say it badly means to have high ambitions. No matter how big the advantage is, at least we must fight the battle of national fortune steadily first.
"Your Majesty, Pindao went to kill an old friend."
At this time, a Taoist priest in a worn Taoist robe rose from the barracks and swept eastward.
The Barbarian Emperor remained motionless, since Haitang the Evil died, he had been deprived of the power to instruct the Saint of the Abyss.
Just like this Taoist priest, it is not a consultation at all, but a notification.
Approaching a hundred miles from Yumen Pass, the master of the academy seemed to have a feeling, and he hurried away in the air, with his tuxedo flying in the air.
"Remembering Jiangnan, do you still have the face to return to the Central Plains?" The master was rarely furious, and his face was dark and cold.
"Good birds choose wood to perch,
Pindao is twenty years younger than you, and now he can face you directly, so is Pindao wrong? "
The Taoist priest strolled in the courtyard, the whisk swayed gently, and the Qi machine circled in a wonderful arc.
He continued:
"Three generations of wizards in the Central Plains, old, middle and young, you have to be the tomb guardian of Shenzhou Culture, and you have lost your enterprising spirit."
"Tang Emperor Li Wan has an unparalleled talent, but he wants to abandon his domineering and turn to the king's way, breaking his arm."
"Pin Dao is less than 40 years old and can be called a leader of the Mesozoic generation. Sooner or later, Pin Dao will step into the realm of land gods that the world dreams of, and open a heaven for the world."
As soon as the words fell, a vision appeared in the heavens and the earth!
A barrier as thick as a mountain fell from the sky, covering the earth for several miles.
The Taoist priest hung the whisk above his head and dashed straight away.
The master moved his lips, and the light curtain surrounded the body. Rows of small official characters poured out from the light curtain, and the words contained Tian Xian's words. Every tiny little word was a killing blade.
boom!
Yi Jiangnan slammed into the light curtain fiercely. He cast a vajra in the blood of the abyss. He prided himself on the second place in terms of physical strength, and no one in the world dared to be the first.
At the moment when Guanghua exploded, the surrounding air machines were all smashed, and a three-mile radius was reduced to an isolated place.
"Abyss hired a spy, codenamed Elk."
"Second, the barbarian emperor holds a bottle of blood of doom, which is enough to decide the direction of the war, or spread it out tonight, and deal with it well."
At the moment of getting close, the Taoist spoke quickly, and his brutal fist rumbled and smashed into the Master's chest.
The Master's expression was indistinguishable between joy and anger, and a majestic righteousness poured out of his heart, and a wave as thick as the mouth of a bowl shook his fist away.
"why?"
Yi Jiangnan retreated a distance of nine feet, his hands were lowered, and it was difficult to stand firm in the air. He pouted:
"Pin Dao wanted to live forever, so he surrendered to the abyss, but Pin Dao never forgot his Central Plains bloodline."
"The public is eternal, the private is for a while, and the poor are willing to be private."
After speaking, his expression was indifferent, his body collided again, and the body of King Kong slammed into the master like a meteorite.
There were more than three hundred battles in the battle, until night fell, and the Taoist priest was sluggish, looking at the blood-stained old Confucian, laughing:
"Master of the academy is just like this, in five years, I will definitely kill you!"
Laugh and walk away.
Returning to the barbarian army camp, Yi Jiangnan saw blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, surrounded by shadowy old monsters.
"Insist on three hundred tricks, you have made great progress in the past ten years." The purple-haired old man's vocal cords were hoarse.
Recalling that Jiangnan took medicine to condition his inner body, he said sternly:
"If it weren't for abandoning the dark and turning to the light, the poor way is still only the realm of enlightened people, and it is the abyss that has made the poor way."
The purple-haired old man nodded and asked:
"The abyss can also achieve Gu Changan, isn't it?"
The rest of the old monsters had obscure expressions and could not detect emotional fluctuations.
"What do you mean?" Yi Jiangnan looked up at him.
The purple-haired old man put his hands behind him and said casually:
"Come out."
A few moments later, a young man with white hair in a blood robe walked out of the corner of the Yuanmen.
The eyes are dull, the breath is crazy.
"Gu Changan?" Yi Jiangnan was shocked.
The white-haired man didn't look at him, and sat on the wooden steps in a daze, like a child who was helpless and nervous when he came to an unfamiliar place.
"How is that possible?" Yi Jiangnan couldn't perceive the spiritual energy in this person, and shuddered instantly.
"It's fake..." He was dubious.
How could a martyr who vowed to his death to defend the national spirit surrender to the barbarians?
The purple-haired old man said meaningfully:
"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, as long as he can destroy Hannu's psychological defense."
The old monsters laughed without saying a word. After three months of research in the abyss, they transformed the same lunatic.
A perfect masterpiece!
Yi Jiangnan regained his composure and deliberately showed a smile that his plan had succeeded, but his heart fell to the bottom of the valley.
At this juncture, the appearance of the fake Chang'an was tantamount to a bolt from the blue, causing endless fear to millions of heroes.
"Chang'an, let's meet His Majesty the God of Heaven." The purple-haired old man said softly.
"Oh." The white-haired man nodded dully and walked towards the golden platform.
The barbarian emperor on the throne stared closely at the incoming person, and a strong murderous intent erupted in his eyes, and even the blue veins on the back of his hands were protruding!
Even though he knew it was fake, he was so angry that he was about to be swallowed up.
It was the madman who brought him the biggest humiliation since he came to power, almost shaking his throne!
"Your Majesty." The white-haired man greeted respectfully.
The Barbarian Emperor snorted and calmed down:
"I have an important task for you later."
After speaking, he looked up at the night and said solemnly:
"Karl, release the blood of doom!"
"I want to show the Han slaves in the Central Plains what a new type of war is!
"
After he finished speaking, he threw the eyeball pendant.
The golden-haired judge steadied, ordered his valet to rush to Yumen Pass, and reminded the abyss practitioners to prepare for the formation.
...
In the middle of the night, there were only a few patrolling sentries outside each battalion, the bonfires were gradually extinguished, and the endless snoring was mixed with the intermittent low-pitched snorting of the war horses.
suddenly.
The gust of wind howled, and wisps of gray fog filled the sky above the barracks, endless.
The general who slept in his clothes turned back and forth in his sleep, and the nightmare came without warning. Dozens of people in the tent suddenly sweated, and when they woke up, they looked left and right.
"I dreamed of being haunted by evil spirits." Some of the soldiers rubbed their eyes, thinking that they had more seasons.
The rest of them were horrified one after another. They also had the same nightmare. There were ghosts and ghosts entangling their limbs, and they couldn't tear them apart.
"Don't scare yourself." The centurion headed angrily, then lay down and continued to sleep.
The soldier took a sip from the kettle, barely resisted the panic, and then laughed at himself, how could we warriors in the battlefield be afraid of ghosts, just beheaded with a knife!
It was only half a stick of incense, the soldiers fell asleep, and the same nightmare came again.
"Mother, go out and get some air!" The centurion noticed something was wrong and put on his armor and walked out of the tent.
The moonlight has been obscured by the gray fog, and although there are bonfires everywhere, the wasteland is still dark and murky.
At this moment, tens of thousands of soldiers walked out of the endless camp, all looking confused, gathered in the open space to discuss, and after confirming that everyone had the same nightmare, anxiety soon filled.
In the central square of the Allied Forces, there were many flags and flags, and the martial arts experts sat cross-legged in a Bagua formation, with turbulent energy flowing.
The atmosphere is depressing and deadly.
Master Ruan Xian and other saints looked at the gray fog, and the sadness between their brows lingered.
After Yi Jiangnan reminded them, they were planning and negotiating last night, but Zhongyuan had never been in contact with the blood of doom, and could not think of a way to counter it.
"Maybe it was an invasion of sleep." The Taoist robe girl sealed the hexagram and gave an ambiguous guess.
Xu Ting stood quietly, his dark eyebrows furrowed deeply.
Invade sleep?
Almost the deadliest blow!
The soldiers are not resting well, how can they fight and kill the savage?
Tired before entering the battlefield, he will only become a ghost under the slaughter of a barbarian dog.
"Relocate?" Zhao Di Shangkuo said tentatively.
"No." Xu Ting vetoed and said solemnly:
"The military camps near Yumen Pass are all elite soldiers. If you change the camp and move the logistics people to Yumen Pass, the strategic deployment will be completely messed up!"
The surrounding generals were silent.
The army of 1.3 million, not 130 people, can change the location of the barracks casually.
Now the predicament is that the closer you get to Yumen Pass, the stronger the bad luck, and the thinner the back.
But in front of them are the main forces on the battlefield, and they can only win or lose the war by fighting the enemy bravely.
"List a pseudo-a hundred schools of thought contending formation, academy students, come with this old man."
The old man in the Confucian shirt strode out of the square.
There was a dead silence behind him, as quiet as a tomb.
The so-called "a hundred schools of thought contend" formation is at the cost of countless lives!
There is a saying in "Zhuangzi·Fisherfather", that sincerity reaches the golden stone.
What is sincerity?
Replace it with life.
The master turned around and stared at them blankly:
"There is no retreat in the Central Plains."
Xu Ting's face tightened, and he shouted angrily:
"Listen to orders!"
"Open the formation!"
"You and others will go down in history with the name of death."
After speaking, he followed the Master with a cold face, but his fists were tightly clenched in his sleeves.
The hundreds of cultivators headed by the academy students stood there blankly, and the sudden military order stabbed them into their hearts like a dagger.
We are going to die this time for victory. "
"In addition to strategizing and doing their best in the temple, scholars can also fight on the battlefield and make heroic sacrifices."
"If there is still a choice, the Master will not take this path."
A thin scholar in green shirt smiled freely, waved his hand and left first.
Thirty scholars who had been arranged before the war followed silently, with hundreds of martial arts scholars behind, and the team was like a long winding dragon.
War is so cruel, they know they have to sacrifice, probably to no avail.
At this moment, no matter who it is, there is some despair in the heart.
However, the Central Plains has never lacked people who were so desperate that they decided to die.
Although there are a few who want to be deserters, but facing a pair of sad eyes, they will be cowards for a lifetime if they retreat, so they would rather be heroes for a moment.
Even if no one remembers me, that moment is still as bright as a shooting star.
Two miles away from Yumen Pass, the gray fog covered the crescent moon, and the gloomy and suffocating aura fell into hell.
The hysterical shouts of the barbarians and the rumbling of drums could be vaguely heard in my ears, and a few large purple scorpions rose from the end of the gray fog.
"Array!" The master shouted fiercely.
In the boundless silence, the hundreds of martial arts scholars each performed their duties, driving their inner strength in their own positions.
boom!
The sky and the earth were bright, and the beam of light fell to the ground, like a waterfall that poured down from the nine heavens and poured into the world!
The surrounding gray fog was swirling, flowing again toward the Western Regions, and the gray fog gradually converged into a small stream.
"efficient."
Countless people looked solemn, and the faces in the array were terribly distorted, clearly suffering severe pain.
"Invite students to die."
The Master drank blood in his heart, but his face was still calm.
The moment the sound came out, the students of the academy who were located in the eyes of a hundred schools of thought contended, sacrificed their souls, the beam of light became brighter and brighter, and the gray fog of the military camp quickly rushed towards the Western Regions.
The eldest princess of Chu country was full of tears, and she watched as the scholars of Chu country fell into the array, and those youths who were in their prime, died in the battlefield of the Western Regions.
"The Mo family follow!"
Duke Qin of Soochow roared angrily.
"Follow the Taoists." Ruan Xian looked at a group of Taoists in the southeast corner, their seven orifices were already bleeding.
The gray fog in the radius of a hundred miles became darker and darker, but the corpses in the formation were more eye-catching.
"They will surely shine immortal in the annals of history." Some military generals looked sad, and the arms holding the gun were shaking.
"No, they just want to win." Xu Ting was fierce.
Suddenly.
A hundred miles is transparent, and one after another purple light dispels the dark night.
In the line of sight, ten masked old monsters were entrenched in the air, with strange energy gushing out of their bodies, condensing into a long snake, and hitting the gray fog.
Enter!
Enter again!
In just a short while, the ominous stream flowed in the opposite direction and spread again towards the Central Plains Barracks.
The ten abyss saints not only did not stop, but frantically blessed the holy power, vowing to let the evil erode the 600,000 elites in the Central Plains.
It will never be the saints who decide the outcome of the war, but the ordinary and ordinary soldiers.
"Farmers, go to death!"
A rough and dark enlightened person's heart is like a knife, and his voice is shaking in the formation.
As the young farmers sacrificed their lives, the large array of beams of light shone brightly one after another, competing with the purple long snake and outperforming it.
"Gu Changan."
The purple-haired old monster roared, and a white-haired, red-robed man walked out behind him. He quietly looked around the people in the Central Plains, looking at the shocked faces.
Including the rumored tragically beautiful female emperor, her face was pale at the moment, as if she had seen the most terrifying wonder in the world.
"Why die?"
"Bitter or not, no one is worth sacrificing your life, stop."
The white-haired man spoke softly, then smiled lonely:
"No matter how much despair I have experienced, I still can't meet hope. In the end, I still have to die. Why don't you ask yourself."
"Who do you live for in this life?"
"You are all bruised and bruised, they shed a few false tears, and they will be forgotten tomorrow, and you will suffer tomorrow."
"Go back, go back..."
His voice was hoarse and muddy at the end, and he walked around like a madman.
The formation fell into a desperate silence.
The beam of light suddenly darkened, and the shoulders of the hundreds of martial arts scholars trembled, and blood oozes from both sides of the nose.
It is difficult for them to accept this scene. The Central Plains hero they admire most is now standing among the barbarians.
"Fake!" Empress Qingsi danced wildly, hysterical filial piety for the first time in her life.
"Self-deception!" The purple-haired old monster's voice was like rolling thunder, his eyes leaped over the vast sea of people, and fell on the number one astrologer in the world:
"Li Ping, aren't you good at divination, please."
The girl in the Taoist robe held the peeping talisman, the front copper plate shattered without wind, and the hexagram rod was also broken.
"Fake, Gu Changan is still in the Western Regions." Her eyes were flushed, and she said decisively.
Master Ruan Xian and other saints were silent, and they keenly caught the hesitation and pain in Li Ping's eyes.
"You clearly detected that he was at Yumenguan Pass, so why lie?" The purple-haired old man laughed, his voice spreading far and wide along the gray fog.
A perfect masterpiece, of course, everything is perfect. Abyss has long been wary of Li Ping's terrifying talent and forged the secret in advance.
"Chang'an, only the abyss of the empire is your hometown."
"You will be the pride of the empire, and you will bring glory to the empire!
"
Many old monsters waved their arms and roared unscrupulously. The purple long snake was condensed and strong, pushing the gray fog a hundred miles away again.
"Chang'an never leaves home, Chang'an never surrenders!" Liu Shang used his chest to shout at the far end, no matter how similar the disguise, he couldn't be Chang'an.
"Master..." The Empress gestured to continue the formation with her eyes, and Gu Changan wouldn't be the one who descended.
"A group of selfish people always think that I am omnipotent, always think that I am the body of a god, and where were you when I was surrounded by 10,000 savage dogs?"
"Why can't I embrace a new life? I've been allegiance to Barbarian three fucking years ago!"
The white-haired man lost control of his emotions, his voice was sharp and trembling.
Hearing the word "barbaric dog", the purple-haired old monster narrowed his eyes, but he quickly calmed down.
This dog thing is so similar!
Suddenly, there is an illusion that he is really a lunatic in a lonely city.
"Are you still stupid?"
A group of old monsters looked at the hundreds of martial scholars in the formation, only half of them were left, all of them were confused and had a sense of collapse of belief.
The most dreaded is the "Hundred Schools of Schools Contending Formation", although it is a pseudo-formation, but the effect is enough to dispel bad luck.
Only let "Gu Changan" be punished!
This plan works!
Not only the formation people, but also the generals in distant places showed despair, and panic spread like a hurricane in the military camp.
It was the torch held high in the darkness that spread throughout the Central Plains, and it was what that man did that gave the Chinese descendants the courage to fight, and the moment before the Central Plains started the war——
He descended.
How ridiculous?
Although most of the generals did not believe it, no matter how similar they were to the portrait, they were firm, but panic quickly spread to the army like a plague.
...
Golden Desk.
After receiving the news of the flying pigeon, the barbarian emperor suddenly got up, punched the throne, and laughed heartily:
"Han slaves are in danger!"
Shaking morale in front of the station can be described as a lore, and a forgery in the abyss is enough to determine the victory or defeat.
Ninety percent of Han slaves don't believe it, but as long as one percent believes it, a gap in unity and cohesion will be a catastrophic blow on the battlefield.
"Ah." The barbarian sighed.
He came with great enthusiasm, and along the way, he did not know how many conspiracies he imagined, and how many strategic tactics he planned, but he did not expect that he would still rely on the abyss.
There is a kind of suffocation that talent has nowhere to express.
The burly Inquisitor shouted:
"Your Majesty, in the first battle at noon tomorrow, 60,000 elites will be the vanguard and defeat the Han slaves in one fell swoop!"
"No!" The Barbarian Emperor smiled savagely, "Don't be defeated, I want everyone to be cut open!"
Carl frowned suddenly and looked up at the gray sky.
Hannuli's formation method dispelled the evil spirit in reverse, and the evil spirit leaked out faintly to the Western Regions, and it also flowed towards the depths of seven thousand miles.
"Your Majesty, I always feel that I have overlooked something..." He was uneasy.
...
Late at night, lonely city.
Gu Changan hung his legs in the air, leaning against the wall of the watchtower, staring at the moonlight with clear and clean eyes.
"It's been a long time, why did you come to steal my home again?" He jumped down from the tower, a wisp of pale gray gas was about to approach the territory of Yuqi.
"roll!"
Gu Changan's hair was disheveled, and he cut it off with one sword.
In an instant, the evil qi merged with the world-weary and cruel unique qi machine, followed by strands of the evil qi that wafted in, rushing towards Gu Changan like a madman.
"Is it going to snow?" He laughed suddenly, although there were tears in his internal organs, but he was used to it and didn't feel any pain.
He remembered the experience of the first snowfall, which was also the evolution of Qi.
As a result, Gu Changan stood beside the flag with his sword in hand, frantically swallowing the refining ash.
The wind was surging, the sky and the earth rumbled, and the yellow sand rolled into a giant dragon.
The light snow fell and fell along the path of the source of the evil. From west to east, the snowflakes were like an arrow shot towards Yumen Pass, presenting a majestic vision.
Gu Changan was dripping with blood. He staggered and wanted to follow the heavy snow, but when he wanted to stay home, he could only absorb it in place.
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Golden Desk.
Countless warriors fell into a dead silence.
The evil spirit is violent, and the gray fog spreads wildly for 7,000 miles in the Western Regions like a surging river, sweeping away countless camps along the way.
The Barbarian Emperor was as sluggish as a statue, and said in a daze:
"Could it be that the abyss saint lost to a hundred schools of thought contending for Taoism, and was backlashed?"
The Inquisitors' scalps go numb.
This blood of doom is now beginning to erode the imperial son, and co-authoring it is useless. Both sides are not mentally able to stand on the same starting line. Isn't the killer trick funny?
"Does the abyss sage fake a lunatic, does it work?" The barbarian emperor was furious, and he couldn't believe how the evil gas flowed into the depths of the Western Regions.
But in an instant, the Barbarian Emperor Tong Kong shrank suddenly, as if he had encountered the most incredible scene in the world.
Snow!
Heavy snow!
Snowflakes drifting from left to right, west to east, gradually drifted towards Yumenguan.
As for the traces of the heavy snow passing by, there is a very deep and very obvious heaven and earth qi, that kind of world-weary cruelty, but any cultivator can easily detect it.
The truth speaks for itself!
Looking at the throne one after another, Carl couldn't hold back, he finally knew what he had overlooked.
lonely city.
The lunatic in the hinterland of seven thousand miles!
He absorbed all the bad luck!
If it were not for refining, there would never be a phenomenon of heaven and earth.
The Barbarian Emperor was dizzy, his whole body was paralyzed on the throne, his breathing was short, and a pair of children were scarlet scarlet.
In front of everyone's eyes, he lost a big face.
The blood of doom in the abyss, that madman can actually refine it?
"I made a mistake!" The corner of the Barbarian Emperor's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt that he had no face. Looking around, the judge and the central military general stood silently, but no one spoke.
In the words of the Central Plains, Your Majesty is called stealing chickens without losing rice.
Enemies!
Although it was not intentional, no one expected that the formation of a hundred schools of thought would drive the evil back to the Western Regions. In a sense, the Central Plains helped the lunatic.
But the empire only sees the results.
Your majesty's move is really ridiculous. Since the madman can refine it, his cultivation base must have skyrocketed a lot...
There is no dutiful son in front of the bed for a long time, so he has to think twice about how loyal he is.
If the battle goes wrong, the crown prince will be removed from the kingship by the abyss.
The enemy, that really slapped the abyss!
...
Yumen Pass.
The screen stopped abruptly.
Heaven and earth seemed to freeze.
Countless people looked up and watched the heavy snow pouring in, and the white snowflakes drifted towards the Central Plains military camp.
"It's snow." Soldiers from Soochow Wu had never seen heavy snow before, and it was even more difficult to imagine such a strange spectacle. The snow traveled from west to east and was fleeting.
"It's him!" Some military generals were sonorous and powerful, with an excited expression.
That unique self-created Qi machine is too obvious.
"Gu Changan!"
There was a deafening roar in the surroundings, and countless soldiers waved their arms and roared.
Before the battle, the Empress and the Master tried their best to restrain their emotions, but when the snowflakes fell on their palms, they still felt the earth-shattering shock.
He stood up again.
"It's him!" Li Ping's eyes were excited, and it was as if he had come here where Qi Ji had passed.
But in an instant, he was depressed, and his chest felt like he was out of breath under the pressure of a big stone.
The boundless evil, he absorbed alone, just like the dream demon that hundreds of thousands of generals had endured, he took it by himself.
"Chang'an?" The master was full of arrogance and righteousness, turning into the word "Zhu" and blasting at the white-haired man:
"You deserve it too?!"
The white-haired and red-robed robe immediately panicked. How could the enlightened cultivation base withstand this blow? He wanted to dodge behind the purple-haired man, but was kicked to the ground.
"Trash!"
The emotion of the old monster in the abyss was about to explode, the purple long snake gradually returned to nothingness, and everyone flung their sleeves and left Yumenguan.
What a shame!
It's like a face-to-face slap, I can't wait to find a hole to burrow into.
How did this scumbag do things under the crown of the gods, won't the evil spirit poured out will not be sent to eliminate it?
If the war is blocked, Tuoba Li must go to the gallows to apologize to the people of the Empire!
boom.
The abandoned white-haired man was cut in two, and he couldn't die any longer.
In the distance, Zhelan stood solemnly in front of the Yuanmen, looking at the excited and joyful Yumen Pass, his expression was uncertain.
At that moment, at this moment.
Can it be so similar?
He used to go this way.
Yue Jiuling repeated the same mistakes.
Huyanshou does not learn its lesson.
Then……
The king of the empire is also planted!
Almost all the same kind of chronic suffering, and sometimes even suspect that it is the reincarnation of destiny?
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