My brother is so stable

The sound of horns, the sound of war drums, and the sound of uniform footsteps.

Beside the skinny figure, several groups of troops surged out of thin air, the number of which could not be counted for a while, and rows of bronze chariots rolled forward.

Above the first three chariots.

The Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor in golden battle armor, the Shennong Emperor in a coir raincoat with hundreds of grasses on his shoulders, and the Fuxi Emperor in a green robe, each exuding dazzling divine power!

In Nanfangbuzhou, nineteen streamers of light flew towards this place.

Under the Zhongtian Gate, the strong man who was carrying the boulder lowered his head in astonishment, and when he threw the boulder in his hands, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

In front of Huoyun Cave, Suirenshi, who had slowly stood up, looked at Li Changshou with gentle eyes.

The old man raised his finger and moved forward a little slowly. The universe collapsed layer by layer, turning into a passageway burning with flames.

At the end of the passage is chaos, and behind the chaos there is a majestic palace.

The Purple Firmament Palace outside the sky!

Suirenshi stepped forward slowly, leaving flames under his feet, and an army of thousands of heroic spirits surged behind him.

Li Changshou just bowed his head and sighed beside him at the moment, with a bit of unbearable eyes, he bowed deeply to Suirenshi's back.

For him, Li Changshou, this is not a crucial battle.

This is just a forced counterattack, the purpose to be achieved is to limit the way of heaven; it can only increase the chance when the time comes in the future. I am afraid there is only a slight grasp.

But for Suirenshi, this is faith and dignity!

It may even be the last strength of the Suiren Clan.

In the dark, Li Changshou saw pictures after clusters of flames on this somewhat lonely back...

In the darkest moment of the human race, the demon court with the destiny wantonly killed and deprived the souls of the living, and there was no one in the human race, and the blood stained the prehistoric.

The leader gritted his teeth, and led the last human race to dodge with difficulty on the ground. He rubbed the rough wooden handle with his own hands, trying to polish the last ray of light in the darkness.

He did it.

He stood in the endless darkness, let himself melt into the darkness, fell into a demon, fought with the demon for a chance of survival, and roared to the sky one after another!

When I was a demon, the human race was undefeated.

When I am emperor, the human race will not fall!

Latecomers, I can't give you a divine fire that lasts for thousands of years. I can only tell you that fire can be born by drilling wood with human hands, without asking for heaven or god.

If the god is not righteous, then go to destroy the god.

If the sky is unfair, then go and cut down the sky!

May the torch of my human race be endless, passed on from generation to generation, competing with the world, rather than bending.

Clang!

Xuanyuan Huangdi drew out the Xuanyuan sword in his hand, carried the Kongtong Seal on his shoulder, wrapped around his body with the dragon spirit of the ancestor dragon, and his sword eyebrows were full of anger, commanding the three armies!

"Go on!"

Chapter 672 Embers

Li Changshou walked by the side of the army, looking at the overlapping figures, he could not bear it.

Behind him, Heng'e searched the crowd in a little perplexity, looking for the missing piece of her Dao heart.

Suirenshi, who was walking at the forefront of the army, was trembling like a candle that was about to go out, but he still stood proudly against the wind.

The sound of the horn stopped, and this seemingly endless tunnel of heaven and earth stretched infinitely under Suirenshi's feet, only the sound of uniform footsteps and the creaking sound of wheels rolling reverberated.

It has been many years.

'Boss, there's no food here, and everyone can't hold on anymore. '

'How long can it last. '

"Six meals, seven meals, seven meals at most, and it will take seven days to get to the next crypt. If we don't move now, we may starve to death here." '

"Don't worry, the army of the monster clan hasn't withdrawn yet, I'll think of a way to deal with the food. '

The crooked figure sat cross-legged in the damp crypt, looking at the firewood and sticks in front of him, lowering his head and slowly rubbing them.

At that time, I always thought, when will the days of hiding in Tibet come to an end?

...

'It's the only way. '

The old man looked at the inscription illuminated by the torch in his hand, and raised his hand to stroke the lines of words on the inscription.

'Leader, let's do it. '

"I am the strongest, the highest in the clan, and I am the only one who can withstand the attack of the remnant soul of the demon ancestor..."

The old man whispered, his eyes full of firmness.

'Boss, this is too dangerous, if you can't resist! '

'Then kill me, turn my corpse into aura, and train the next leader. '

The big hand pressed down on the stone tablet, crushing the stone tablet directly, and his whole body was swallowed by the black light, but his eyes were always firm and unyielding.

Merely, Magic Flame.

...

Under the dome of the sky, the rolling palaces and the boundless army of monster races enveloped the entire sky.

On the ground, countless men, women and children with weapons in their hands stood quietly, but that anger was about to soar into the sky.

At the forefront, at the forefront.

There were [-] figures surrounded by black air, devouring the endless light, burning hot red fireworks, staring at the old figure in the front with frantic eyes.

My sons...

Give me your lives, and leave your beliefs to those who come after you.

The devilish energy enters my soul, and blood stains the demon soldiers.