Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 229
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The war drums up, like a thunderclap, and the void seems to be solid, and the sound waves turn into invisible circles of light, spreading and transmitting, boundless in all directions!
Gucheng stared at everything in front of him. The heavy feeling he had been carrying since he took office as the leader of the alliance in the past few days, for some reason, began to dissipate due to the scene before him!
The grand meeting in front of me was not prepared by Gucheng, it was prepared by Dongmen Xuande in advance. Several people were about to set off, but Dongmen Xuande suddenly stopped them.

I showed this performance to a few people, and even though Gucheng is now extremely powerful and has reached an extremely innate level, I can't help but be shocked by the scene in front of me.

This kind of power comes from the heart, not only the gongs and drums in front of the sky, but also the heroism, grandeur, and desire for victory in this battle hidden in the heart!
In fact, the residents of the poor have already adapted to the suffering that comes from time to time. Disasters are their daily life, and precariousness seems to have become a part of their lives!
Whenever they face catastrophe, they flee, fight, wait, die, and reincarnate, time and time again, all of which are melted into the sound of drums in front of them.

Spreading out loudly, Gucheng suddenly felt a little sore eyelids, raised his hand to rub it, put it down again, and turned his head to look at Dongmen Xuande at the side.

"Thank you, old man!"

As he spoke, a soft smile appeared on Gucheng's face. This smile came from the heart and did not contain any trace of human fireworks.

"You don't have to thank me, it's already a tradition."

Dongmen Xuande waved his hand, his white hair was loosely loose, but there was a color of memory in his eyes, as if he was remembering something.

Whenever the doomsday comes, the residents of the plight can only flee, flee, hide, struggle helplessly, and wait for the so-called masters to come to the world to redeem them mortals.

Powerless thoughts spread, negativity, pity, and longing for the future, longing intertwined, and finally converged, all in the hands of the long-ago master, turned into the sound of the beating drum at this time!
This trend of thought not only entrusts their despair, but also conceives their redemption.I don't know, since when, the loud gongs and drums before the war have become a tradition.

"So there is such a thing!"

Listening to Dongmen Xuande's narration slowly, Gucheng's heart flashed, so it was like this?

"Then this battle, I have one more reason to win!"

With a hearty smile, Gucheng said it jokingly.

"This battle must be won!"

Gucheng's words seemed to arouse the emotions of several people present. They couldn't help but follow Gucheng's words and shouted: "This battle will be won!"

"This battle must be won!"

"This battle must be won!"

Following the words of a few people, the spread spread more and more, the people in the rivers and lakes below shouted, and the people in distress in the distance cheered.

"This battle must be won!"

"This battle must be won!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!
With the sound of gongs and drums, the sound of drums shaking the sky, mixed with shouts, and the sound of beating drums, the war to break the plague of blood and darkness has finally begun.

The sun is shining brightly at noon, the sky is bright and cloudless. It is an excellent weather, but everyone under the sun feels unhappy!
The wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone!
Everyone who goes here has this kind of thought in their hearts. No matter how confident they seem to be, when the war begins, people will die after all. Either you die or I die. This is the norm.

The lonely city takes the lead, with a graceful figure, a Confucian robe, today's exquisiteness, a silk belt, a sword behind the heart, the colors of Xuande are intertwined, and the gorgeous outline of the extremely beautiful colors!
Behind him is the Confucian Master Fengtian, holding a law code of checks and balances, and carrying a sword of uprightness; Dongmen Xuande, with long hair flying, is closely followed by the Butterfly Master, with his sword following the wind, sending Tan said, "Chu Tianxing".

Everyone has his own style, everyone has his own style. Several people lined up in a line, and behind them were gathered people from the world who said nothing and were very solemn.

White clouds floated, clear and indifferent, floating across thousands of mountains and rivers, and the colors faded under the feet. With the passage of time, the blood-dark barrier in the distance was already visible to the naked eye.

A layer of blood-red mask completely covers the center of the misery, and this mask is still spreading, like an abyssal dragon, roaring and opening its bloody mouth.

As they approached the bloody mask, the expressions of several people became more and more dignified, and Gu Cheng's hand had slowly climbed towards the long sword on his back, holding it tightly.

"The entrance to the northern barrier has arrived. Have you made a decision?"

"Who's going?"

While speaking, Gucheng looked at Butterfly Lord, Jian Suifeng, Ji Tanshuo, and Chu Tianxing, and planned to arrange for Lord Li Faru to fight against Dongfang.

He fought in the south. As for the remaining two places in the northwest, Gucheng did not give a precise plan at the beginning and just let a few people discuss it privately. At this time, now.

Gucheng turned his head, but he wanted to know what the decision of the few people was.

Hearing Gucheng's inquiry, Mr. Butterfly and Jian Suifeng looked at each other, restrained their old hippie smiles, and looked at Gucheng with a solemn expression instead.

Seriously said: "Let's go with Fengzi!"

Seeing Mr. Butterfly standing up, Gu Cheng turned his eyes to look at him, nodded, did not speak, but looked solemn and encouraging.

Seeing Gucheng nodding, Mr. Butterfly also nodded towards Gucheng, then turned and left. Seeing this, Jian Suifeng also followed up, and followed the two people away.

The group of Jianghu people following Gucheng and the others also separated and left with Lord Butterfly and Jian Suifeng.

With the passage of time, the number of masters has increased. Although the disputes in the world have gradually entered the ranks of high-end battles, the conquest of soldiers has not completely disappeared.

After the Gucheng plan is decided, it is clear that breaking the blood-dark barrier is not as simple as it seems on the surface. This matter is not only related to the plight of the people, but also related to the salvation of future disasters.

Therefore, Gucheng has made detailed arrangements for every step of change.

If the plan succeeds and develops according to his expectation, the blood dark crystal towers everywhere will be destroyed, and the blood dark barrier will be broken. When the time comes, the surviving people will be resettled.

As well as the elves spreading in the blood-dark barrier, they had to deal with it, so Gucheng specially arranged for people from the Jianghu to be deployed outside the barrier first.

Wait for the barrier to be broken, and then swarm in, eradicating all the elves, including the senior officials, as well as the ordinary members of the elves.

Seeing that Mr. Butterfly and the others had already left, Dongmen Xuande walked up to Gucheng and said solemnly: "Leader, the north is already in place, and we should speed up."

"Yes!"

Hearing Dongmen Xuande's words, Gucheng nodded, glanced at the bloody setting sun in the distance, and responded.

"The soldiers are divided into two groups, let's go their own way!"

As Gucheng finished speaking, the people in the world, including Jun Fengtian and others, split into two. One part followed Gucheng, while the other part went in the opposite direction to them.

One west and one east, the south and the north are diametrically opposed!
(End of this chapter)