The four cloud pillars were getting closer and closer to the foot of Lushan Mountain, and Ding Ning's brows became more and more wrinkled.
Under the cover of these four cloud pillars, in the darkness, the entire team of the Great Qin Dynasty couldn't see clearly at all.
Emperor Yuanwu didn't walk very fast, his whole body was in a strange aura, as if it wasn't his body that was moving, but the invisible vitality of heaven and earth was pushing him to walk.
What he walked was an invisible line between heaven and earth, and the walking itself seemed to be pulling an invisible giant talisman, so that everyone in the entire Great Qin army behind him felt that his footsteps became lighter. There is even faintly invisible heaven and earth vitality seeping into the body, and the surface of the skin on the body is covered with layers of mysterious light golden fluorescence.
In the general situation of besieging Bai Shanshui and Zhao Yi in the past, he only used his limited power and used the queen's hand to attack, but at that time, only the real top practitioners in Changling could perceive his state, and he himself His forbearance retreat after he ascended the throne was all for the Lushan League at this moment. At this time, he truly showed his realm, and everyone in the Daqin team behind him naturally became more awed.
What made them a little puzzled was that Huang Zhenwei, the head of the patriarchal law department who had always followed behind Emperor Yuanwu, who was only one stature away from Emperor Yuanwu, hadn't changed in any way.
Huang Zhenwei's whole body seemed to be separated from this invisible big talisman, and there was no change from usual.
Not only the ordinary practitioners in the Daqin team, but even Xuhou, who is as heavy as a mountain, can't understand it.
For this line of troops, although Emperor Yuanwu of the Great Qin Dynasty was at the forefront, there were naturally vanguards and ritual officials who came first along the way, and coordinated with the other three dynasties along the way. camp.
On the way forward, some troops and practitioners stationed along the way, the closer to the foot of Lushan Mountain, the smaller and smaller the entourage followed by Emperor Yuanwu.
A cyan figure suddenly appeared on Emperor Yuanwu's path, even if Emperor Yuanwu was following the most elite forces of the Great Qin Dynasty, even if Emperor Yuanwu did not act, it is impossible for any great master to gather here with a dynasty The elite forces competed against each other, but seeing such a blue figure appearing suddenly, most of the entourage behind Emperor Yuanwu couldn't help but get nervous.
"General Fang has worked hard."
Emperor Yuanwu didn't stop, but said this sentence approvingly.
The cyan figure bowed deeply and said, "See Your Majesty."
All the nervous people immediately relaxed, and their hearts were slightly shocked. Fang Xun, the Shenwei General who was guarding outside the pass, was actually transferred over.
"Climb the mountain with the widow."
Emperor Yuanwu walked by Fang Xing's side and said gently.
Fang Xing, who was wearing a blue shirt, was slightly taken aback. He was a little uncomfortable with the title of Emperor Yuanwu, a "widow", but he immediately nodded in agreement, and silently followed.
"Why is it important?"
Emperor Yuanwu didn't look back, his eyes were always looking straight ahead, but after Fang Xing moved, he suddenly asked a question without beginning or end.
Fang Xing frowned slightly, raised his head to look at the back of the most powerful emperor, and muttered: "The world is the most important thing."
A look of genuine satisfaction appeared on Emperor Yuanwu's face.
"The widow is very satisfied with your answer. You have suffered a lot outside the pass. After this meeting, you can go back to Changling and rest."
He first said this directly, then paused for a moment, and then said slowly: "As long as there is a widow around for a day, your Fang family will be safe and prosperous."
Emperor Jinkou, such a promise is an unimaginable reward for any family, but Fang Xing's face is still calm.
Shen Jing is because he is very clear about the price to be paid, and he is also very clear about the far-reaching intentions behind such a promise.
"Thank you, Lord Ron."
He bowed slightly in thanks.
"interesting."
Emperor Yuanwu made a faint sound.
This sentence was not what the other party said, but what he said while looking at an ordinary pine tree on the side of the road ahead.
The moment he spoke, the air twisted slightly.
A soft layer of black, darker than night, swayed on a branch of the pine tree.
The blackness faintly condensed into the shape of a curled up baby, but when Emperor Yuanwu's eyes fell on him, the black mass quickly dissipated countless times.
Huang Zhenwei and Fang Xing looked at each other, and they both saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.
At this moment, on the top of Lushan Mountain, in a new majestic tent, in the black sedan chair parked in the north, a black flame burst out from the fingers of the handsome man in black robe, and shot up in the air. It jumped like a candle, and then went out.
"interesting."
Emperor Qi looked at him nervously, but he also shook his head, and uttered this sentence in thought.
Staring at the four clouds, Ding Ning took a deep breath, his frown relaxed, then he closed his eyes, leaned against the trunk of a dead tree and began to rest.
He is still too far away from Emperor Yuanwu and Lushan, and his cultivation base is also too far apart, so it is impossible to see all the confrontations that happened in Lushan at such a moment, and watching now is meaningless.
Only when the grand event really begins and the strong do their best to make a move, will it be possible to see clearly some methods of this group of people who may have an intersection with themselves in the future.
A stone step appeared in front of Emperor Yuanwu.
This is the first step facing him on the Lushan Mountain Road. Only when you step on this step can you say that you have really started to climb Lushan.
The four emperors gathered together, and tomorrow's daytime will be the real start of the Lushan League.
However, at the moment of stepping on this level of steps, Emperor Yuanwu had a strong and confident smile on his lips.
For him, the real event has already begun.
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In the distant wilderness, dark clouds rolled, the wind howled, and countless streamers scattered.
The violent heaven and earth vitality fluctuations caused by countless terrifying breaths spread out in this wilderness. Even the masters on the hills around Lushan couldn't perceive it at such a long distance. However, as the only Eighth Realm, Emperor Yuanwu But it can faintly sense a trace of strangeness between heaven and earth.
In the dark field, a gray wolf came from a distant meadow.
It is the alpha wolf of its wolf pack, it is exceptionally strong, and its sense of smell is exceptionally sensitive.
It smelled the breath of countless fresh blood, and there seemed to be an indescribable wonderful smell condensed in it, making it feel that as long as it could swallow such flesh and blood, there would be great benefits.
However, when it got out of the long grass and really saw the scene in front of it clearly, this usually bloodthirsty and violent wolf crouched on the ground in fear, trembling non-stop.
Tens of thousands of people, horses, and vehicles appearing in one place at the same time, especially in an extremely chaotic battle, it would be an extremely terrifying thing.
What's more, there are countless practitioners here.
The most dazzling flashes in the sky are not the lightning in the storm, nor the meteor shower falling from the sky, but the flying trajectories of many talismans that condense the vitality of heaven and earth and the rare flying swords in the world.
In the center of the vortex of the battlefield formed by tens of thousands of horses, strong winds, blizzards, fire rain, thick fog... the appearance of chaos, the chaos alternately mixed together, even the ground has become many different small worlds, happening different variations.
Sword masters of the third and fourth realms can be seen everywhere, and the terrifying explosions and shock waves generated during sword strikes become insignificant at this time.
Because the flying sword is extremely fast, the sky above the center of the battlefield is almost completely covered by a dense network of sword lights. The speed at which the flying sword harvests life is naturally astonishing. Every breath in the breathless air I don't know how many flowers of blood gush out in the time.
However, even these powerful practitioners who control the flying sword are sometimes not much different from ordinary sergeants in such battles. The vitality of heaven and earth is controlled by countless consciousnesses, and the chaos is extremely chaotic. The flying sword, which was flying well at first, may lose control in the next moment without warning, just because of the sharp disturbance of the turbulent current.
Even a practitioner who has always firmly controlled the flying sword may encounter several sword masters rushing to him at any time, or even dozens of rune chariots.
For any experienced general, one can tell at a glance that this is the late stage of a great war.
All the formations and scheduling at the beginning of the battle have completely ceased to work.
In such a battle where even the Chinese armies of both sides have fallen into a brutal strangulation, what can play a decisive role, in addition to some powerful ordnance that have not been put into use before, there are also powerful practitioners who still retain their combat power .
Among the dozens of damaged rune chariots, there was a general in light blue armor who never made a move.
The color of the armor on his body is very close to the color of the surrounding rune chariots, and the silence is like a part of the abandoned chariot, which is not noticeable in itself, and occasionally the sword master who charged over was also killed by some guards staying around him die.
At this time, his gaze was firmly fixed on a practitioner who was several tens of meters away.
The practitioner was only wearing a moon-white gown, and looked extremely weak, but his strength was extremely strong. At least a dozen practitioners had been killed by this person, including two strong men above the fifth realm.