Rong Zhuo didn't want to stretch the battle line so long that he couldn't get back in time, so he didn't attack each other with the northern land, and the Cangya Mountain in the western land was also handed over to Bao Puzong to deal with. The 100,000 Demon Army was divided into three groups, one stayed in the Eastern Continent, one went to the South Continent, and the other went to the Central Continent. Among them, in addition to the disciples of the twelve palaces of the devil's way, there are also loose cultivators struggling to make a living on the wasteland. Almost gathered the combat power of the entire Eastern Land.
These people have no loyalty at all, but they know how to fight in the cruel competitive environment of Donglu, and they have no moral baggage. Once it is unified because of the combination of interests, it is really terrible.
Not only the people in Cangya Mountain couldn't understand how Rong Zhuo conquered so much combat power in a short period of time, and what kind of interests made the Zodiac leave the quarrel, the other major factions were also very puzzled, only Mr. I can see a few clues, and it is vaguely considered to be the power of some kind of contract, but now that he is seriously injured, his realm is greatly damaged, and it is difficult to use the method of divination.
No matter how puzzled the parties are, there is no time to think about it, because the magic army is already close at hand.
When traveling, the fleet is mighty and boundless at a glance. They are all large ships with twelve masts and four layers, and the hulls are engraved with runes and magic arrays. There are even those with high realms who divide the water and resist the wind, and travel on the sea, riding the wind and waves. Occasionally, sea beasts are disturbed by the magic breath, and they cannot be avoided.
The demon army that went to the southern land was fully prepared when crossing the sea, and never encountered any interception.
Therefore, since stepping into the Southern Continent, he has intentionally stepped into the trap of the formation. However, the number of people was large, and the leader did not care about such innocuous casualties. Along the way, the towns and villages were filled with people going to the empty buildings, only to see the annoying formations, not half a person, and the people in the team were floating.
Under such circumstances, the demon army began to climb the mountain and came to the 'two difficulties' mountain pass.
In the snowy night, the wind blew through the mountains and forests, and the rustling sound was endless.
The mountain road is extremely narrow. If you change the past, you will inevitably have to open up the mountain and split rocks to create a smooth road. However, both sides of this mountain road are surrounded by cliffs. What's more, the mountain is solid granite, which is time-consuming and laborious to destroy. More than ten miles of mountain roads had to be passed in sequence. Crossing this mountain range is Yecheng, where most of the refugees gather.
The leader was also a little impatient. His divine consciousness drifted and spread, withered mountains and forests, dead branches and trees, and snow curtains falling one after another. Only there is no trace of the formation.
Thinking about it, to blow up such a hard rock, there is no arrangement for two or three months, how can it be done only by the formation method.
"The whole army passes quickly."
The sound is not big, but it contains a lot of magic breath. Through the wind, everyone can clearly hear it.
The team entered the mountain road, winding like a long dragon, no one spoke, and all the fields were quiet. All went well.
Perhaps it was because the quietness was a little unusual. The leader, dressed in black robes, stood on a rocky bulge and looked down, almost blending into the night. The more he looked, the more cautious he looked. At this moment, he felt the stone rock under his feet tremble very slightly. Imperceptible, almost an illusion.
"retreat!-"
"boom-"
It's too late. The voice was drowned in the roaring explosion.
"what-"
The earth and rocks rolled down, and blood spattered.
The air of heaven and earth changed suddenly, and the whole two difficulties were smashed down with the tendency of the earth to collapse and the mountain to be destroyed! The smoke billows in the night, straight into the sky.
When the incident happened suddenly, the demon cultivators in the mountain road didn't have time to take action, and the weak and weak people didn't even have time to call for help, so they were buried in the dust of troubled times. The survivors were unaware of the situation, panicked, fled each other, and even began to kill each other.
As early as when the first rock fell, the leader flew up and slashed towards the mountain with one palm. This palm slashed was a disciple wearing a splashed ink landscape robe. The sword in the disciple's hand sank into the rock with its roots, and there was a faint golden light flashing. Qinglu Jianpai Mountain is good at attacking but not at concealment, and it is not easy to hide from this powerful magician.
When this palm was implemented, there was a lack of one in the formation, and the explosion formation constructed with sword intent was naturally destroyed. The leader even noticed the hiding places of several other people, and thought indifferently that it only took one palm to take the lives of eight people.
The time was still a step too late. Suddenly, a sword came horizontally, stabbed out obliquely, and flew as lightly as a thread of rain.
A cold sword intent broke through the smoke and dust, revealing the silhouette of the sword-wielding figure. A young man with a calm expression.
More than ten miles of mountain roads are still collapsing one after another, and the scope is constantly expanding.
Just the smoke and dust can soar upwards of more than ten feet, and it can be seen thousands of miles away. It can be seen what a tragic scene in the mountains.
Cheng Tianyu stood in front of the window, staring blankly, uncontrollably panicking, "Isn't it good to just blow up the mountain road, and then run away!" His voice choked, "This movement... It is clear that half of the mountain has collapsed. Senior Brother Zhong he… "
Song Tang closed his eyes.
The entire southern land saw the smoke and dust, like a signal for war.
Many people vaguely guessed what was going on there.
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At present, the leader of the gods finally showed a bit of solemnity. His black robe swelled like a sea in the wind, snow and dust, and the surging demonic breath came from all directions, gathering his fingers, condensing the power of ten thousand, and slashing towards the sword.
The opponent just raised his hand, and Zhong Shan unhesitatingly used the strongest sword.
The violent True Essence burned violently, and his sword seemed to be on fire, so that wherever the sword reached, the snowflakes melted instantly, making a 'stinging' sound, turning into white mist and water droplets.
Just like a storm.
There are as many winds and rains as there are swords.
A siege by wind and rain was originally a sword for siege.
One person can be the enemy of thousands.
In the past, at the foot of Chongming Mountain, he still needed the right time and place to take advantage of the wind and rain. Now, with his kendo attainments, the sword will become a storm.
Such talent, which is rare in a century, can be said to be invincible in the past Taiping years.
It's a pity that fate has always been unfair. Tonight's battle, kendo attainment and talent are far from enough to make up for the gap in the realm like a chasm.
The black-robed man suddenly began to speak. Even if the rocks were roaring like thunder, his voice could be clearly heard by Zhong Shan, "I sometimes really don't know what you guys are thinking. You have a good potential for sanctification, and you have to come here to court death."
The tone of voice is indifferent, and the words make people feel hopeless,
"Or do you all think that as long as there is a righteousness in hand, you will not hesitate to die?"
At this time, the words seemed to be nonsense, but he knew very well that as long as the opponent's Dao Heart was slightly shaken, the sword in his hand would be hesitant and slow.
And will be killed quickly.
Even if it is a bloody person who wants to be a hero, but after all, he is so young, after all, it is life and death, who can not hesitate
Zhong Shan didn't say a word, and slashed again. This sword is a dreary wind and cold rain, and the sword whistle is mournful. The magic breath barrier under the sword edge has a state of overflowing.
Unexpectedly, his Dao heart was not turbulent, and he was as calm as ever.
Because it seemed that it was his choice to come here, he chose the dilemma known as 'the dilemma of life and death', but in fact he didn't choose, he thought he should come, so he came.
What he should do, he will do.
It's nothing bloody.
Across the continent of thousands of miles and the boundless seas, the demon army marched extremely fast on the terrain of a flat river in the middle of the mainland. Although more than 1,000 people were injured by the endless interception at sea, it still could not change the momentum of the army.
In the wilderness more than ten miles outside of Yunyang City, the snow stopped tonight, and the wind was still unstoppable.
Thirty academy disciples finished their arrangement before the soldiers approached the city and began to return to the city.
In this team, the person with the highest realm is only in the period of breaking through. After thinking about it for half a month, everyone's face was ashen, but their eyes were firm and their minds were clear.
Some people felt that the atmosphere was too miserable and started talking, "I was a snooze when I was in school, and every morning I was late for reading, Mr. Zhang always beat me on the palm of the hand and asked me to copy books, and once ordered me to run around the school ten times. Two laps. At that time, I was running and thinking, when I get ahead, the first thing I do is to bomb the school. What the hell, the rules are too inhuman."
The classmates laughed cooperatively, and another person answered, "Mr. Zhang is the one who punishes the worst, but Mr. Li, who taught the general history of the five continents, has the most rules. He punished me for sweeping the trees and leaves in the fall. At that time, I wanted to bomb the school."
They talked about old things enthusiastically, and found that no matter how diligent and eager to learn, there was a time when they wanted to bomb the school.
Suddenly someone pretended to be sentimental, "Tonight may be the only chance in our lives to bomb the school, why give up!"
There was laughter in the team.
After laughing, someone said, "Because this is our place. Even if it's bad in every possible way, where would it be for outsiders to touch it?"
"That's right, whoever blows it up, whoever I blow up first."
"What's more, looking back now, all the bad things have become its benefits."
They returned to the city and joined the other returning teams, and the two tutors counted the numbers. The city guards began to change shifts. Everything is in order.
Most of the newly replaced students are practitioners. All were attentive, staring at the far end of the line of sight, the smoke and dust on the horizon. Waiting quietly. At first, the smoke and dust were a faint line, and in an instant, it became a turbulent trend.
The magic cultivator army has arrived.
Mr. Zhang Yuan stood on the eaves of the library with his hands behind his back. A few days ago, he closed his eyes and lay in bed. I don't know what method I used tonight, but I'm in a state of vigor, like being reborn.
He looked out of Yunyang City, his broad sleeves flicked. The sound of breaking the wind suddenly sounded, but it was not his stone seal that went, but an arrow.
The speed was so fast that it almost broke the space barrier, and the arrow cluster spontaneously ignited in the wind, fell on the wasteland, and the entire wilderness burned. The wind helps the fire, and the arrogance is monstrous.
Numerous students whispered, but no one was too happy. After all, the night was long, and this was just the beginning.
Mr. Xi, who is proficient in alchemy, prepared fuel. More than a hundred disciples stayed up for half a month. On the wilderness outside Yunyang City, they drew a huge burning talisman that stretched for ten miles.
Although the pattern is fine, but its shape is still not enough to change the qi of heaven and earth, Mr. Zhang Yuan printed a drop of blood on the arrow body and set it on fire.
That night, Kyushu ignited beacon fires, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were lit up one after another.
The wind and rain of the two difficulties, the light of the sword under the Lianjian Mountain, and the rocket arrow of Yunyang City. Solidified in the legend after many years.