Chronicles of Heaven

Yin Wangcheng.

The witch iron stood at the gate of the city, facing the gate, and looked at the three characters of the "Yin King City" on the lintel.

This word was written and carved by Wu Tie.

After understanding three thousand avenues, eighty-four thousand side gates, and the ancestors of more than one hundred gatekeepers in Dawei, they learned countless miscellaneous knowledge. The witch iron truly realized that everything in the heavens and earth is the way of the Tao.

Writing is enlightenment.

Lettering is also enlightenment.

The nuances of eating and drinking Lazar in life are all ‘God ’s.’

Because Daoxing was high enough and deep enough, Wu Tie looked at these three characters and felt happy, and each cell was warm and uncomfortable.

These three words, in terms of pen power alone, are much stronger than those of Da Wei's ancestors who are good at Dan Qing calligraphy.

However, if I look carefully, there are still some shortcomings.

Avenues are endless.

So this word, no matter how well written, there is still room for improvement.

Reached out, the index finger traced a stroke in the air, a trace of golden light stayed in the air, and carved extremely vivid and handwriting.

Gu Yin, as well as other messengers sent by the rebellious king, now stand on the wall and look at Wuxi Iron somehow.

The obituaries have been sent out, and many rebel kings' troops have left the Momo city and gathered in the direction of the King Yin city.

In the two canyon channels of the Dead Cow Trap and the Dead Donkey Trap, the garrison troops of the Chao Dynasty were shocked by the day.

The two canyon channels face the threat of Witch Iron to the west, and dozens of rebel kings to the east. If the two sides join forces to attack, the Qiyin Mountain defense line can be broken.

However, Witch Iron did not seem to have the intention to send troops.

Everyone, including Feng Yan, is waiting, waiting for Witch Iron's order.

Dozens of rebellious kings are waiting, waiting for the command to send troops from Yin Wangcheng; the two demon statues are waiting, waiting to see how the witch iron acts.

Xia Hou Wushuang is also waiting.

He must wait until he has gathered enough military power before he can launch a Thunder Strike and calm West Xinjiang at the fastest speed.

In the city of King Yin, in the secret hall opened underground, a super giant teleportation array opened suddenly.

The light door condensed and slowly opened, accompanied by the sound of low footsteps, rows of rows, rows of rows, the whole body flashed with metallic dark light, and the scarlet flames in the eyes flickered out like ghost fire.

The light gate is thousands of feet wide, and there are thousands of soldiers in each column.

One, two, three ... one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand ...

This is a one-way transmission array from the Three Kingdoms continent to the Chao Dynasty continent after careful mediation by the witch iron. People and things can be teleported to this side from the three continents, but from the dynasty, it cannot be teleported through this teleportation array.

The four doors of the secret hall open, and four winding passages lead directly to the mountains near King Yin.

In the mountains and forests outside the city of King Yin, four giant valleys surrounded by magical arrays have been arranged.

Dozens of hidden passages, from these four giant valleys, lead to hundreds of large and small valleys that are also shrouded in magic in the distance.

The mighty giant soldiers rushed out, they poured into the valley along the martyrdom, and distantly along the valley. 100,000, millions, millions, billions ...

Minerals throughout the three continents are being mined wildly, and countless ore is being sent to forging plants controlled by Datie. As long as the supply of materials is sufficient, the large iron can continue to provide the witch iron with a powerful and powerful fearless soldier.

Mixed in the giant soldiers, a large group of five elements of the elven tribe also flocked out.

These five elements are cultivators of the witch iron, and their loyalty to the witch iron cannot be shaken. Under the deliberate cultivation of the witch iron, they have made rapid progress in both bloodline and growth prospects.

Today, the ancestors of the God Realm also appear in the Five Elements Elf, and there are countless elites emerging from the Tibetan Realm.

Under the clan professors led by Kong Chengzhang and Meng Buyan, the Five Elements Elves read, read, and learned warfare. The civilization of their entire ethnic group has already undergone earth-shaking changes.

The Titans ’combat mode is monotonous and stiff. These Titans who have just been produced are not very intelligent. When they are not under command, they cannot fully exert their powerful combat power.

With the cooperation of these five elements, with these five elements acting as commanders of grass-roots officers, these giant soldiers will transform into the most terrible killing machine.

"Sacred ancestors!" Hundreds of ancestors of the Five Elements elves who have soared and reached the realm of the gods stepped out of the teleportation array and bowed to the old iron standing by the teleportation array.

On the same day, the witch iron and the old iron were inherited by King Tai Pengming and Peacock Ming at the same time. The old iron also became one of the ancestors worshipped by the Five Elements Elves.

"Go, you're all old, you should know what you are going to do." Lao Tie held a spear, and the pistol nodded a fire ancestor who was kneeling in front of him: "Attention, Xiao Tie said, the giant soldier It can be consumed indefinitely. You are all sober one by one. Children of the clan, when you do n’t need to take risks, do n’t be blind and impulsive. "

Lao Tie Shen said: "This battle is not aimed at killing ... we are just asking for our due compensation."

A crowd of five-element ancestors agreed in unison.

They began to scold, and took the children of a large group, dispersed with the torrent of the mighty giant soldier.

Yin Wangcheng.

Feng Heng hurriedly ran to the witch iron with a few subordinates, and handed a piece of jade to the witch iron: "Sir, the news came from the capital, the father and the king in the capital's confidant, Xiahou Wushuang and other generals' relatives , Transferred from the prison. "

After all, wind entropy is the best choice among the many civil and military ministers in the Chao Dynasty.

Wind entropy has been operating for many years and has countless bright and dark subordinates in the court.

After Feng Rong came to power, a crazy **** cleansing, wind entropy on the bright side of the hands have been killed clean, but most of his secret confidants are safe and sound.

Feng Rong's **** cleansing was terrified, and at the same time he woke up many originally neutral courtiers.

Unconsciously, not only did the power of wind entropy in Badu not be weakened, it was enhanced.

Feng Rong has just ordered the relatives of Xiahou Wushuang and other soldiers and generals to be thrown into the prison. In two or three days, the wind entropy people have transferred these people out, and did not alarm Feng Rong in the least.

"Get more help, lose help, that's the truth." Wu Tie reached out and patted Feng Ji's shoulder: "Shizi is doing a good job ... well, I hope we can continue to cooperate so happily, don't let Ben The king is disappointed. "

Feng Yan smiled wryly and shook his head.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, and he could not answer Witch's questions or make any promises.

In a way, Witch Iron is also an enemy.

Not only are they the enemies of the King Yin Palace, they are also the enemies of the entire dynasty.

Now Witch Iron and Feng Heng are standing in the same camp, fighting against the brutal Feng Rong ... but when Feng Rong is really overthrown, the next thing ... Feng Heng does not know what will happen.

He only hoped that, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, not to appear in the most worrying situation in his mind.

The facts shown by Witch Iron, as well as his current connection with the western demons, may change if it changes, which may be a disaster for the entire dynasty.

Feng Zhi only hopes that the appetite of Witch Iron should not be too big, and the ambition should not be too much ...

In this way, it is a blessing for everyone and a blessing for everyone.

It was night, three thousand miles east of Momo City, a plain with mountains and rivers.

The warships of various dynasties are suspended in the sky, and the treasure mirrors with different functions stand on the bow of the ship, emitting a bright light to the Quartet.

On the ground, the night watchmen pulled various war beasts and silently shuttled through the camp.

On the fixed post, the soldiers at night looked around.

The formation and prohibition of each place are extremely strict, and the camp that stretches for hundreds of miles is shrouded in layers of strange light.

Inside the camp, the gatherings of spirits from all over the place opened with all their strength, and the vast world could be transformed into a stream of light visible to the naked eye, which was continuously injected into the barracks everywhere. Except for night patrols, guards, and fully-armed soldiers and soldiers ready to fight, there are no sounds in all parts of the barracks, regardless of officers and soldiers.

In the army's large account, Xia Hou had a shameless face, standing in front of a huge mana sand table, and his fingers gestured, calculating the geography of the mountains and rivers west of Momo City.

He had been informed that the army of the rebellious kings had withdrawn from Momo City and was heading towards Qiyin Mountain.

For Xiahou Anonymous, this is indifferent.

The landlords in these places and their private army, to Xiahou Wuming's name, are all chickens and dogs, which are vulnerable. Nothing more than that, Xiahou Wuming can choose to kill them all or capture most of them, and that's it.

What's hard to find is the Fengyi teacher who is located on the west side of Qiyin Mountain and located in the western demon country.

Xiahou Wuming didn't think it would be difficult to defeat Feng Zheng. How can a prince fleeing, Wang Shizi, have the ability?

Xia Hou, without a name, could easily stab Feng Fengyu and his so-called righteous teacher.

However, it was the western demon country that caused Xiahou Wuming a headache.

How could Fengyu occupy such a large territory in the western demons? What are the origins of the generals and military officers around him?

If the attack is against the wind, will it lead to a total war between the dynasty and the western demons?

If in the territory of the Xia Dynasty, Xiahou Wuming didn't worry about the people in the western demons.

However, as soon as he left the territory of the Chao Dynasty and set foot on the land of the western demons, Xiahou Wuming had to consider carefully. After all, the frontier troops of the Chao Dynasty who were swallowed up by the western demons are the lessons learned.

After careful deliberation and deliberation, Xiahou Wuming suddenly burst into flames.

He punched fiercely and wiped out the entire structured and expensive mana sandbox.

The huge use alarmed the guards outside the large account. Hundreds of heavily armed guards broke in silently, looking at Xiahou Wuming without expression.

"No matter, go out ... for a sandbox ... and send ten times more staff to explore any wind and grass in the capital." Xiahou Wuming, with a somber face, issued a series of orders.

"Another ... with the" Dead Camp "standing by at any time." After a long groan, Xiahou Wuming finally whispered the order to his guard, that is, the Xiahou Wusheng of their Xiahou clan: Prepare them ... just wait for my order. "

Xia Hou Wusheng glanced at Xia Hou Wuming coldly, focused his head, and then turned around and got out of the big account.

‘Death Camp’, a family dead who was secretly trained by Xiahou ’s family, is used to exchange lives with others.

Life is changed here, not for individuals, but for the fate of one family, for the life of another family ... When the death camp is dispatched, it means that the entire Xiahou family is preparing to burn the jade.

And the secret devil of the heaven, from the Eastern Demon Kingdom, is the demon kingdom of the demon kingdom.

A magic devil can make people kill hundreds of times in a very short period of time, and its damage is almost self-destructive.

A secret devil is extremely valuable. It took tens of thousands of years for Xiahou to be unknown, but he only prepared one for Xiahou's death camp.

This thing, one per person is enough, after all, it will undoubtedly die.

"Your Majesty, you are here, forcing an old man."

Xia Hou touched his forehead anonymously. This was the place where Feng Rong hit the jade mark that day. Anxiety raged in his heart, Xiahou Wuming almost wanted to order, under the command of his army to attack the capital, and directly kill the **** on the throne.

However, Xiahou Wuming was a little hesitant.

His fame, the fame of the entire family, and ... the truth that Feng Rong has become inexplicably mad ... all these make him dare not to act lightly.

"There is a lot of strangeness in it ..." Xia Hou's namelessness cooked like oil, and he gritted his teeth in a circle around the large account.

Suddenly, a weird shout sounded in Xiahou's nameless ears: "Xiahou nameless ... Xiahou nameless ... An old friend is coming ... come out and see you ..."

"Hee, remember ... 8000 years ago, under the Qiyin Mountain, did your old friend almost bite your half ass?"

"Come out and see you ... hey!"

Xiahou's nameless face violently hesitated. He subconsciously touched his right hip muscle.

That bottomless, shameless, shameless bite ... almost a half sip from him.

"Swallowing the gangster ... pig gangster ... you old shameless ..." Xiahou's nameless eyes jerked violently. He murmured, "What the **** are you going to do? Oh, haha, this is the ground facing the ground, old man, are you afraid that you will not succeed?"

A quarter of an hour later, Xiahou Wuming took a team of elite family guards secretly and left the army camp, then all the way to a hill on the west side of the station.

At the top of the mountain, next to a pile of ghostly campfires, a strange spirit altar is inserted with a psychedelic puppet, and underneath it is a tall grass man with a small note pasted on it. name.

Pig Gang was laughing and laughing, wearing a nondescript robe, waving a peach sword, standing in front of the altar to make trouble.

"Pig Gang, you managed to curse me?" Xia Hou rolled his eyes without a name: "Would this wait for the three indiscriminate spells have any effect on the old man? You, your shameless number one thing on this day! "

In Xiahou Wuming's view, this kind of alchemy and mantra of Xia Sanchi has no effect on him at all.

For people of this identity and status, using such an altar approach is completely equivalent to spitting each other out when they are fighting in the streets, which is simply a meaningless insult.

The pig-gange waved his hands in a hurry: "No rush, no rush, the old pig is not to curse you, just to send you a message ... fright, you old ghost is afraid of death very much, the camp is full of restraints, formations, old pig I'm too lazy to run in to find you ... Look at it, and use this altar to give you a sound, isn't it good? "

Dropping the peach sword in his hand, the pig-gange pointed at the witch iron sitting by the bonfire, and said with a smile: "The one who is looking for you is the master ... The old pig just helps him preach and tell you to come out."

Wu Tie smiled and beckoned to Xiahou Wuming: "Master Xiahou, come, let's talk carefully? Well, you are full of young and old, now in my hands."

Xia Hou's nameless eyes suddenly lighted up, as if a lightning suddenly cut through the void, shining brightly across a hundred miles.