Black armor and golden saddle, one hundred thousand battle flags, one million lions. The drums and thunder are shaking the ground, and the flames of war are rising in the daylight. The anger that had been brewing for so long, the anger that had been brewing for so long gathered together, and the flames of war that had been going on for so long finally broke out completely.
This was the greatest war on the land of the Twelve Dynasties, and all those who held swords stepped onto the battlefield.
The black cavalry rotated and moved under the sky, all the cities of the original states and counties, all the troops that were fighting and resting, all stepped onto the battlefield, and all launched the most ferocious attack at the same time. The army moved across the land, like an ancient black dragon rolling over the ground.
Everyone's anger and roars gathered together, forming a thunderous sound that shook the world.
All the battle flags were rolled up by the wind and the flames, and they were violently unfolded in the air, forming a rolling wave.
The emperor of the dynasty stepped onto the battlefield, roaring with his own people, and fighting bloody battles with his own people. The people who had been crawling under the fairy gate for thousands of years finally stood up, holding spears and swords, and rushed towards the idols who had bowed before.
The majestic black royal city was suspended above their heads, and they fought in accordance with the will of God.
This battle will end everything.
End all long feuds.
They will no longer kneel on the barren and barren land, and will no longer die outside the large tracts of spiritual fields. They will no longer tremble because of the battle of the immortals, and they will no longer fear that they will die under the irresistible force for no reason. They would no longer walk across the land in rags, no more crows hovering over their heads waiting for a dead body.
Merchants do not need to obtain the permission of the Kyushu Bank, medicine people do not need to pay offerings to the mountains, and noble families can no longer rely on the fairy gate to cause disaster.
Immortals don't know the suffering of the common people.
The common people - don't need - seek longevity!
They don't need immortals, they don't need immortality.
They are mortal.
Mortals live for a hundred years, they just want to be born, old, sick, and die, to plow in spring and harvest in autumn.
The howling wind, the sound of the wind seemed to be roaring, and they sang the ancient war song aloud. Burn my armor, burn my clothes, burn my spear. When the red flames are burning, please let us die on the battlefield and bury our bones in the land that will eventually belong to us.
On the terracotta land, the mist bird of prey spread its wings, and the clouds and mist rolled wildly in the sky.
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Jiuxuanmen has been reduced to a battlefield.
The Eighteen Gu Clans who became "demons" in the Chaos Era were originally formed because they accepted the power of the ancient emperor, but they could not fully grasp this power. In the Ten Thousand Immortals Era, the Three Sovereigns used this to issue their will in their spiritual consciousness.
But now, Emperor Xuan has recovered, and the royal city made of black stone is slowly approaching them.
Emperor Xuan has completely controlled these eighteen Gu Clans who have lost their minds. The black mist swept over all the mountain peaks with their arrival. They lost their will, and under the order of the monarch in the sky, they launched the deadliest and craziest battle against the descendants of their former companions.
There are countless strange beasts that have been polluted all over the mountains and plains.
The essence of the power of the ancient emperors is actually a kind of rule, so they can change the power between the heaven and the earth, and can turn it upside down—but even though I don’t know why, Emperor Xuan’s royal city is approaching, but he doesn’t directly change the world the spiritual power between.
All over the mountains and plains, fighting and fighting.
Once the disciples stepped on and quickly slid down the iron chain of the mountain peak. The giant python with black scales and pale bone spurs was coiled and approaching. The viper that was polluted by the power of Xuandi turned into a terrifying appearance. It opened its mouth and exhaled thick black air. More than a dozen disciples of the Nine Profound Sect jumped up high, and joined hands to strike a dazzling blow.
"Do these things grow as they please?"
Ye Qiusheng yelled loudly, he turned around, swung his knife, the light of the knife spanned tens of feet of space, and cut off the head of another strange bird that was laid down from the sky.
Taishangzong's disciples were scattered around him, they held their knives and roared. These people no longer maintained the tense and cold image they used to have outside. The man, savage and primitive—he was just killing anyway.
"I've never seen anything uglier than these!"
Liao Gan replied loudly not far away.
Holding the Sushen Knife, he leaped high into the air. His white and fat face, which usually looked very kind, now showed a furious expression, showing a rare ferocity. He slashed down from mid-air, and the light of the knife chopped off more than a dozen giant lizards that were slowly climbing up the iron chain.
The chili lizard loosened its claws holding the iron chain, and the black figure fell from the iron chain into the darkness below.
Under the mountains of Jiuxuanmen, the blackness that is too deep to see the light is slowly moving upwards, and the ghost world that appeared in the city of Bingzhou is constantly expanding. The bones of the beheaded beasts fell from the iron chain, and were swallowed by the dark and lightless ghost world in an instant.
Layer upon layer of black phantoms slowly came out from the ghost world, trying to drag the living person into the dead world.
"Some things that can't be seen on the table."
Holding a long knife, Liu Wuyan stood firmly on an iron chain, looking down at the black mist spreading below.
"Vald donkey!"
She gave a loud cry.
Monk Mingxin held the relic of the Buddha's child in his hand, and golden light shone from his body, and the bright golden light swept away the black mist that was continuously generated one after another. Just like in the Prisoner Pagoda, he recited the ancient and lengthy scriptures, Liu Wuyan held the knife, and stood not far in front of him with a slash of the knife.
A group of snakes approached, Liu Wuyan raised his saber.
The light of her saber fell freely and freely, like a sea of clouds rolled up, in which countless stars were trembling brilliantly. In the rolling sea of clouds, the heads of the group of snakes were cut off one by one, and the stinky blood sprayed out and fell into the black mist and the ground.
The earth can no longer tell what color it is.
Blood, devilish energy, black mist, and minced flesh.
This is hell on earth.
Emperor Xuan, that is the ancient emperor in the name of killing, his royal city approached, so it brought war, death, and disaster.
The disciples fought against the tide-like alien beasts on various mountain peaks, while the elders gathered in the sky near Biyong Pavilion, the main peak of Nine Profound Gate. With the help of Ye Kui, Master Pudu, Bai Yuanxiu and other elders, Jun Wanbai and Chu Zhiyuan completely unfolded the imperial map, and the imperial map spread out in the sky, resisting the rolling sea of clouds above the sky. In the sea of clouds, the birds of prey flapped their wings, and the wind blades swept towards them like a tide.
And the rest of the elders are fighting with the man wearing the golden mask.
They bear the same eighteen surnames.
But on this day, they met each other with swords drawn and fought each other.
"When I was at Jingling Terrace, I was thinking..."
Elder Qin shook off the blood on the knife, his gray white hair spread out, half of it fell in front of his cheek, and fresh blood dripped slowly from the white hair.
In front of him, a person stood in the wind.
The man was wearing a black cloak, but he was strangely thin, and the black robe shone on him, leaving him empty. Like the others, he wore a mask made of gold and carried a knife in his hand.
"I will for sure-"
Elder Qin's saber is gray and dull, and the saber made by special means will not reflect sunlight. It was a knife that was naturally suitable for assassination. It was this kind of knife that beheaded the emperor of the dynasty in the dark. But with such a knife, the body of the knife is burning at this time.
The billowing fire was burning on the knife body.
Just like when the knife was first built, the flame in the furnace was sucked into the blade by it, and then hid. At this time, the knife is re-releasing all the hot fire from the beginning.
In the light of the fire, the knife in Elder Qin's hand seemed to be flowing slowly.
"-Kill you!!!!!!"
He roared, as if all life burst out at this moment. Not long ago, he just told Yi Heping that he was old, but the way he roared at this moment was like a lion at its youngest and most powerful moment, fierce, surging, and endless. Anger and killing intent.
Back then at Jiuxuan, Guan Zhiyu, He Qingchuan and Ye Yi were drinking together.
They had grown up together, and he thought they should grow old and die together.
But at the last moment, he could only sit cross-legged on the mountain peak, knowing that the person he grew up with was dying in the Jingling Terrace, but he couldn't do anything.
He wanted to kill this guy in front of him for He Qingchuan!
When he was in Shangdu, he firmly remembered the appearance of this person, and he would kill this person!
red fire.
The red fire on the knife.
The burning knife collided with the condensed knife made of black butterflies, and a piercing and sharp sound erupted. The strong airflow scraped his face like a knife, and the airflow was full of the smell of blood and fire. Elder Qin gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face were twisting.
Like the fire of hatred in his heart.
The fire that started on Elder Qin's blade spread to the black blade when the two blades collided, and a powerful force erupted between the two. In the end, the two people were hit by the huge force at the same time, and each flew backwards.
Elder Qin spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.
The man with the golden mask backed away for a distance, and then stopped. The Black Stone King City seems to have given him more power than before. Black butterflies swirled and fluttered all over the sky, melting into his figure, so his black cloak bulged in the air, revealing the white bones that seemed to have no flesh and blood under the cloak.
—In the beginning, after the failure of those who stole the power of the ancient emperor, there were certain changes in their bodies.
This kind of mutation, manifested in his body, seems to be that he lost his own flesh and blood and turned into a living bone.
The golden mask no longer had his own thoughts and could not feel pain. He stabilized quickly, and the black mist hovered around him. The next moment, the black mist spread, and he disappeared in the black mist without a sound.
Elder Qin stabilized his figure in mid-air.
Before he could think about the power of the black mist, he felt something strange behind him.
He didn't look back, and turned the flaming knife in his hand, drawing a fan-shaped arc in mid-air, sweeping from the front to the back.
The sound of swordsmiths clashing.
The golden mask reappeared in the black mist, and his figure was blurred in the black mist, showing a sense of distortion. After being influenced by the ancient emperor and losing his mind, he seemed to have lost all his popularity and completely became an inhuman existence.
Elder Qin suppressed the boiling blood in his chest.
He lowered the knife.
The fire rolling on the knife trickled down little by little, dripped down around him, and then rolled up with a "huh". A raging fire ignited beside Elder Qin. Standing in the fire, his face was reflected by the fire, which was as solemn and solemn as a bronze sculpture.
The black mist around him was dispersed by the flames.
The knife in his hand is getting brighter and brighter.
"Nine Profound Burning."
Elder Qin paused every word, almost speaking in a hoarse voice.
Just like the forbidden technique used by Monk Mingxin in Shangdu, Elder Qin ignited his long sword and used the forbidden technique belonging to Jiuxuanmen.
Nine Profound Burning.
This is a knife that makes the sun burn together.
Extreme heat rose around Elder Qin, and everything around him became distorted. Elder Qin's knife targeted the person wearing the golden mask. This knife has no other power or skill, it is just the most gorgeous and hottest knife with the deepest killing intent in his heart. The blade pointed, everything should be burned.
Heat waves rolled in mid-air.
The thick black mist faded a lot in the rolling flames.
The figure with the golden mask paused in mid-air, and he lurked again with the help of the black mist, but this time he failed. Elder Qin's knife locked on him.
The long knife was thrown by Elder Qin, and it pierced through the space like the sun, piercing his chest. Nailed to his bones, the long knife was burning and melting, and it also melted the golden mask.
The man with the golden mask stood in mid-air. He lowered his head and looked at the long knife on his chest.
At the last moment of his life, he was finally no longer influenced by Emperor Xuan.
"Maybe...he's right."
The golden mask was broken little by little on the face, and a complex and pale smile appeared on the face of the former eighteenth Gu Shi.
The next moment he fell from the sky and fell into the heavy mist below.
Elder Qin stood in the air, watching him fall expressionlessly, swallowed by the black air.
For a moment, his figure also swayed twice, blood spurted from his mouth, he staggered, and fell from the air, half kneeling on the mountain peak, his breath suddenly wilted. After using the forbidden technique, his tendons and veins were broken. The monk Mingxin used the forbidden technique before, but Fanyinge rescued him with the secret method. But Elder Qin is different.
He also burned his own vitality.
He was already old.
Elder Qin raised his head with great effort and looked at the sky.
Yi Heping stood at the top of Biyong Pavilion.