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What is there in the sky?

There is a bridge between heaven and earth, a nine-fold ladder to holiness, and a crescent moon that is almost completely incomplete. Under the moon, a figure sits cross-legged, with its eyes closed, and its pretty face is extremely old.

Empress Wu!

This devastating fifth sword was aimed at Empress Wu, the Regent of the Great Xia.

The golden light burst and raged in the sky, and the bridge of heaven and earth, which was full of flowers, disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the nine steps disappeared at the same time.

Zhao Yu retracted his sword and stood up straight again. A figure accompanied by his solemn oath fell straight down from the sky.

"I, the second emperor of Great Xia, Yu, hereby swear an oath that from now on, the whole world, the whole world, all over the world, wherever you look, will be the land of Great Xia. Respect."

Chapter 0186

Life is like chess, and all living beings are like children.

A humble person is like black and white two pieces on a board, life and death are involuntary, while a detached person is a chess player, playing a game of chess, but who can guarantee that he is not the one that falls on other people's chessboard?

Ants can stab an elephant to death, and a hoe can overturn the Kunlun Mountains. It is not surprising that the world under this avenue encounters any situation.

To the north of Xuanwu Gate in Shenjing, the northern wilderness.

The goose feather-like snow is still falling down, almost completely burying the ruins of the dilapidated houses, and the whole world has become a piece of plain white, but under the heavy snow, there are gusts of wind raging and howling, from south to north, the moment has passed, Blow all the snowflakes along the road to the surroundings.

Inside the gust of wind is a fierce beast that rides the wind, and a sergeant in black armor and black helmet straddling the ghost-winged beast, and what is extremely strange is that there is no trace of any footprint left on the white snow that passes under its feet .

Daxia Youyi, a ghost in the daytime.

A group of fifty-five-riding Youyi Army, regarding the heavy snow as nothing, galloped towards the north of Shenjing at an almost flickering speed, and galloped for two hundred miles. The most outstanding person of his generation, the deputy commander of the Youyi Army, Guan Zhengqing monopolizes the three rankings.

In an extremely fast situation, the overturning blizzard in front of you is like a snow-white wall rushing towards you, which will cause great psychological pressure on the sergeants on the ghost winged beast, so as the first item of the ghost wing army Training is to adapt to high-speed speeding in any environment.

In a sense, the Nether Wing Army and the air force in Zhao Yu's previous life are similar in purpose, they are both used for raids, door kicks, and investigations.

Guan Zhengqing released a faint aura, pushing the heavy snow away, then narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze became more and more serious, because the various vitality fluctuations remaining in the air became clearer and clearer, and every breath They are all at the pinnacle of the current world, even surpassing the realm of the great master, making people tremble, with a lot of breath, very messy, intertwined, and drifting outward with the wind and snow.

After traveling at a high speed for a while, Guan Zhengqing at the front suddenly clenched his fist and raised his right hand, and the entire Hurricane-advancing Nether Wing army stopped in an instant. A young figure.

The young face gently closed his eyes, and after about ten breaths, he opened them again, and said:

"All staff maintain the highest level of combat vigilance. There are three types of remaining fluctuations in the air, fire, dark energy, and holy light, all of which are above the peak of the Grand Master. I believe you all know what these three types of fluctuations represent. It may be a battle of life and death, be prepared."

The remaining 49 Black Armored Phantom Wings didn't say anything, they just raised their right hands and tapped their right chest lightly. Although they didn't say anything, the meaning they conveyed was very obvious.

Great summer glory!

The 49 soldiers disappeared again within the wind and snow, and headed for the place where the vitality fluctuated most strongly. At the same time, the Youyi Army separated a horse and galloped towards the direction of Shenjing City.

Two hundred miles away from Shenjing City, the Great Formation of the Netherworld that covered the sky and the sun has disappeared, and the Netherworld Ship in the void has also disappeared without a trace, but this huge wasteland seems to have experienced the most tragic experience. Nuclear explosions, full of pits and subsidences, almost no ground is complete, even the heavy snow that occurs once in ten years can't fill it up, and the remaining peak breaths are still fighting each other, as if they are telling the battle tragic.

The closer the Nether Wing Army got to the battle location, the slower it would be. Finally, they lined up with guns, spread out, and slowly moved forward.

The 49th rider came to the edge of the pit and looked at the arena in silence. Since the battle here is over and Zhen Yuhou has not returned to Shenjing City, everything is silent.

War will kill people, they are all ready to die, but Zhen Yuhou Lin Lang is different, he is no longer a human, but the sky of Yulong Pass, people can die, and it is easy to die, but how can the sky collapse?

Guan Zhengqing, who was above the leader of You Wing, pursed his lips tightly, and just about to speak, his expression changed suddenly, and he raised his hand and thrust out a bloody dragon spear.

The snow on the side exploded directly, and a figure like a violent ape shot out from under the ground, and in the next second, it appeared beside Guan Zhengqing, his hands clenched into fists as hammers, and the air resounded with a blast of hammers. Voices.

The formation of the Nether Wing Army changed instantly, and they were divided into two rows to encircle each other, but that figure was unexpectedly powerful, and he was very familiar with the methods of the Nether Wing Army. The leader of the pterosaur who came to bite fell to the ground, whimpering.

Then the Dao Soul behind him burst out instantly. They were two Hunyuan Hammers filled with purple energy. The handles of the hammers were long, and the double hammers were huge. The surface of the hammers was densely covered with runes. Push the Nether Wing Army that was rushing forward to retreat.

In the entire Great Xia, there is only one Grand Master who uses the Hunyuan Hammer as his Dao soul, Marquis Weiyuan!

But at this moment, he can no longer be called Lord Marquis, but after the Yunyan family 15 years ago, the highest-ranking Daxia rebelled, and everyone got to punish him.

With unusually long arms and dark skin, Hou Weiyuan, who looked like a violent ape, let out a roar, grabbed Guan Zhengqing's Weeping Blood Dragon Spear with his left hand, and grabbed the Dao Soul Hunyuan Hammer with his right hand, and threw it forward.

The huge purple Hunyuan sledgehammer tore a huge gap in the already formed Youwing army formation. Wei Yuanhou exerted all his strength to push Guan Zhengqing out of the gap at an extremely fast speed. It seemed to be trembling, and disappeared into the vast white snow in a blink of an eye.

"Commander!"

The rest of the Nether Wing Army let out roars that echoed under the blizzard, but there was no response, as if the two had completely disappeared in the endless white snow.

The leader of the ghost winged beast who was knocked to the ground climbed up from the ground, shaking the huge tiger head, a trace of human anger flashed in his eyes, then raised his head, sniffed the air vigorously, and then turned around Shaped, he raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, and the figure disappeared instantly in place.

"Follow!"

The rest of the Nether Wing Army followed one after another, and the battlefield here was silent for a moment.

At the same time, the other two upper fourth armies were also rushing through the blizzard, like two flying arrows, one red and one white.

Leading the way led by a ghost-winged army, the vice-commander of the Japanese army made Jiang Tu roll with evil spirit like a blood-colored wolf smoke, evaporating the falling snowflakes in an instant, muttering to himself, his expression full of Bitter and unbelievable.

"Marquis Weiyuan, Marquis Weiyuan, how could this be so, why is this so, you who made the head of a foreign race into a wine glass and drank booze, why is this so?"

Chapter 0187 Take My Head

The wind and snow flying all over the sky cut off the sight, and the murderous intent and confrontation under the wind and snow always seemed so mysterious.

Marquis Weiyuan's figure is extremely slender, and the proportions of his upper and lower body are uncoordinated at first glance, but he exudes a unique charm. Pushing the young commander of the Youyi Army forward at an extremely fast speed, the thick snow under his feet was instantly wiped away. All the purple-red vitality evaporated, and every step he took would flash a very long distance.

He no longer cared, or didn't care about the Nether Wing Army chasing after him at a high speed.

There was no fear in Guan Zhengqing's eyes, his face returned to calm, and his lips were still tightly pressed. His lips were very thin, and thinness represented a bitter life. His face and eyes gradually became painful and complicated, and finally he closed his eyes, allowing the steady and powerful hand on his chest to push him towards the distance, and his bitter voice sounded in the wind and snow.

"Do you really want to do this?"

"The Great Master said that this is the best opportunity, and I am just a rebellious sinner now." Marquis Wei Yuan spoke, and the sound that came out was drowned out by the whistling sound in an instant.

"Is it worth it?"

"If the Great Master says it's worth it, it's all worth it."

A trace of confusion and remorse flashed in Weiyuanhou's eyes, but it was replaced by firmness in an instant.

The young general of the Nether Wing Army opened his eyes, raised his volume, and shouted in a low voice:

"But you will die!"

"I have been dead since I stepped out of the space gate of Qiuyue Fortress. Only when I am dead can all of this be meaningful and worthwhile. So if you kill me, you must kill me and bring me back to you. The head of a rebellious king."

Marquis Weiyuan stopped his fast running, let go of his right hand that was holding onto the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear, took a step back, and knelt down.

"I don't want to."

Guan Zhengqing's faint voice came from ahead.

"You have to do this, don't let me wait to die in vain."

The falling goose feather snow covered the silent two people in an instant, as if their beard and hair were white in an instant.

A moment later, an earth-shattering explosion accompanied the red dragon soaring into the sky, shattering the wind and snow, and also shattering the land with a radius of ten miles above the wasteland.

Facing the leader of the Phantom Winged Beast, who was quickly riding the wind, he raised his head to the sky and roared again, and then shot out in the direction of the explosion. The 48 Phantom Wings behind him merged into the wind and disappeared again.

The leader of the Youying Beast and Guan Zhengqing get along day and night, and are very familiar with the breath of the latter, so there is no problem in the general direction since the pursuit all the way, and the place of the explosion is not far away, so after just a few hundred breaths, the strong wind has already blown to The location of the explosion.

Ghost-like shadows appeared one after another on the edge of the cracked ground, and they stopped. The wings of the sitting phantom-winged beasts trembled, and the tiger's eyes were ruthless. Right in front of them, billowing snowflakes were flying.

Suddenly, a figure came with wind and snow, and gradually became clear in sight.

Black armor and black helmet, with a slender figure, above the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear in his right hand, there is a layer of extremely thick blood light, so dazzling, as if the spear has already drank blood and become extremely satisfied, and the fact is the same, Because Guan Zhengqing's left hand is holding a human head with thick beard and hair, which looks like an ape.

Guan Zhengqing came to the front of You Wing Army, his face with tightly pursed lips was expressionless, the head above his left hand was still dripping with blood, staining the white snow on the ground red, but the eyes of Wei Yuanhou's head were tight Closed, because he has closed his eyes, between loyalty and betrayal, he chose to die to make atonement.

One after another, the Nether Wing soldiers got off their horses one after another, thrusting the big rune spears in their hands into the ground, and then raised their right hands and beat their chests at the same time, making a uniform sound of iron and blood, and then the roar pierced the sky and the earth.

"Guan Zhengqing, Guan Zhengqing, Guan Zhengqing!"

Amidst the fervent shouts of the sergeants of the Youyi Army, the young general turned over and mounted the leader of the Youyi Beast. With the Qi and Blood Dragon Spear in his right hand, he lightly pointed forward and said lightly:

"The Marquis of Weiyuan has been put to death, but there should still be Mingzong Mouse and the people of the empire. The Chunhua Fortress should have sent troops to the north at this time. We will join forces with the rest of the upper four armies. put the person back to the other side of Kunlun Mountain."

"promise!"

The Huwo Mountains under the snowstorm are like the fierce tigers entrenched in the northwest of Daxia. It is different from the Kunlun Mountains, another natural barrier in the Central Plains. The Kunlun Mountains are extremely steep, with cliffs reaching tens of thousands of feet, almost connecting the sky and the earth. The Huwo Mountains are wide and stretching, containing hundreds of thousands of mountains.

At the junction of the Huwo Mountains and the tundra wasteland, two figures appeared, both extremely young, but both were a little weird.

The robe on the right arm of a young man was blown backward by the wind, and the remaining left hand kept pinching pieces of snowflakes from the air, and then put them on the right shoulder, stacking them into a lifelike snowman, with a handsome face and a pair of peach blossom eyes Looking around curiously.

White snow, green trees, occasional colorful flowers under the snow, and little beasts poking around, all of these are so novel, wonderful and unbelievable to him, as if an open The gate of the new world made him linger.

"My aunt is really right. The Great Xia Central Plains is indeed another world, a colorful and fascinating world. It's really good to be able to see this beauty with my own eyes."

After Yunyan Tuoba finished speaking, he picked another snowflake from the sky and put it in his mouth. Feeling the sweetness after the snow melted, the satisfied look flashed in his eyes. This is a gift from heaven. If there was such a snowfall in the empire, it would be enough for two-thirds of the people to pray to God day and night for three years.

Another young figure beside him didn't respond, even the posture and pace of walking forward were mechanical, like a walking dead, but his eyes were covered with a strip of cloth torn from his body, And under the strip of cloth, there is a faint red light flashing under it.

Lin Xiao, the second son of Zhen Yuhou, his entire soul was almost shattered, and he instinctively sealed his consciousness in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. Self-proclaimed, unwilling to face it.

The two figures stepped into the Huwo Mountains one after the other, and only Yun Tuoba's faint voice echoed in the dense forest with teeth and claws.

"This world is so wonderful that I can't bear to go back to the empire right away, so where should I go? Should I go to see the legendary largest lake, Lingbo Lake, or Hexu Mountain, which is said to be the birthplace of the sun and the moon?"

Originally on the chessboard, the black and white chess pieces that had no regrets, were violently overturned by Zhao Yu, and then scattered on the ground one after another, gaining a short-term chance to transcend fate. So, among them, how many pieces are there? Can you live your life out of this?

Chapter 0188

The wind blows the ground and the white grass breaks, and the northern land is snowing in August.

His Royal Highness, the Emperor Taisun, at the Circular Hill Terrace of the White Emperor Palace, the five swords determined the universe and ended the war in Shenjing City!

As the dust of the Battle of Shenjing City settled, the entire Great Xia military department and various armies began to operate at full capacity, and the towering Great Wall of Chunhua Fortress was densely covered with soldiers, dignified and solemn, and at the same time the city gate opened, and a torrent of steel rushed out of it. The scouts opened the way ahead, ignoring the wind and snow, and plunged into it.

And there are only three troops coming out of Shenjing City, but no one should underestimate them, because this is the most elite upper fourth army in Daxia, and one bid can be worth thousands of troops.

Almost every inch of the entire wilderness in the north of Shenjing City was plowed from beginning to end by Daxia sergeants.

At the edge of the wilderness, a blue light door suddenly opened, and a figure in a black robe fell out of it, covering his stomach, his pale red lips opened, and spit out a mouthful of black liquid with a strong stench. The snow accumulation corroded most of the land, and bursts of black smoke rose upward.

The north wind blew the black robe covering the figure's head, revealing the paler face of Pei Yang, the Tiezi of the Shenji Pavilion, with black blood stains remaining on the dark red blood-like face, his breath was weak, his figure was blurred, and a huge The tail protrudes from the back of the robe, and it is difficult to maintain even a human shape.

After panting violently, he looked at the vast snow behind him, his complexion changed slightly, and he turned into a huge snake-like monster, swimming away and disappearing.

After a short while, a fluttering figure in white clothes appeared in an instant, almost fused with the falling snow, looked down at the remaining blood on the ground, raised his right hand and closed his eyes to count, looked at the direction where Pei Yang disappeared before, muttered to himself:

"The catastrophe in the Shenji Pavilion cannot be avoided after all. I hope you will be merciful. Your Highness, when we meet next time, I will call you Your Majesty."

Shenjing Center, Sitian Tower.

At the top of the tower, the picture scroll of mountains and seas covering the sky and the sun was unfolded again, and the inside of the huge tower was brightened again. The monks and personnel of Sitianjian returned from the outside, and the cold female voice resounded through the audience again. Under the orderly command, Si Tianjian, a huge institution, resumed its extremely efficient operation.

Da Xia regained her own eyes!

In the wide hall on the first floor of Sitian Tower, several young people were talking softly in a corner, among them, the chubby fat man was the most conspicuous, and what was even more conspicuous were the three huge and eye-catching magic powers floating around him. The ball, switching back and forth between blue and deep purple, is extremely deep.

During the battle just now, during the rapid transformation of the mana ball, the fat man was almost like a god. He didn't even need to move his body. He raised his hand to see hurricanes, thunder, and frost. He was like a humanoid fort. Support, Killing, everything, and even using the magnetic storm to restore one's own vitality, truly embodies the terrifying damage of Dharma cultivation, so among Daxia monks, Dharma cultivation is precious and rare for no reason.

Under the avenue, everything is equal, and the Great Xia Endless Mountain Method Cultivation Group has always been a humanoid artifact that has been heavily protected, and it is also a key target of the Imperial God of War Battalion and Tianyu Guards.

It was the first time that Qing Niantong and Lin Xiao, who had seen him show off his majestic power, looked at their sides, still shy, under Yue Yaer's praise, there was a hint of shy fat man, with extremely complicated expressions in their eyes. Among the new disciples of the Taoist Palace who became famous in the Wu Dao Competition with their flying supernatural powers, the vastness of their bodies even surrendered their Taoist souls. What this meant was obvious.

In other words, there are already people in this world who can create a super-first-grade taboo soul, which is a terrifying and soul-shaking thing.

Then a figure who was too young to be too young appeared in the minds of the two of them at the same time, with eyes that were always calm as water, with slightly frowning brows, and that bright blood that was about to drip.

The His Highness who walked out of the fog, the fog behind him was deeper, thicker, and vaster.

Just as everyone was thinking and talking, two figures walked quickly from outside the Sitian Pagoda hall. Jiang Yue, the fourth son of King Bei'an, was still wearing a red armor, and beside him was the tall and tall Miss Wei Guogong's mansion Xu Xu. Qing, the faces of both of them were very silent, with faint horror and sadness that couldn't be concealed.

Jiang Yue walked up to Lin Xiao and stopped, looked at the latter with complicated eyes, then raised his right hand and hammered hard at his chest, making a loud "bang", like a thunderstorm exploding on the ground, the entire Sitian Supervisor The hall was instantly quiet, and everyone turned their heads to look at this corner.

The fourth son of King Bei'an, Jiang Yue, had tears in his eyes, and his roar was choked with sobs.

"By the order of the White Emperor's Palace, I would like to express my condolences to Lord Lin Xiaohou. Your father Daxia Town Yuhou Lin Lang died in battle in the wilderness north of Shenjing. He died to serve the country and his heroic soul will live forever!"

"puff!"

The little killer Lin Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell back straight, the bright red blood was sprinkled on the red robe he usually wears, and he couldn't tell each other apart.

In the middle of the afternoon, the entire city of Shenjing was lifted, and the underground palaces were opened everywhere. Countless ordinary people poured out of the underground palaces. of pyrotechnics.

No matter how fierce the fighting on the White Emperor Palace today is, how shocking the battle between humans and aliens, gods and saints, and humans and gods is, the ordinary people in the deep underground palace under the city of Shenjing are extremely safe, so they For a while, I can't feel the changes in this Shenjing city, because Shenjing is still the same Shenjing, covered with snow and full of majesty, containing the past of countless people, present and future.

The attack of the so-called high-ranking monks did not damage any buildings outside the White Emperor Palace, and the lives of ordinary people were still not affected in any way. This incident may be the same as the previous interesting stories, and it became a new topic of conversation among neighbors after dinner. But after all, some places have changed.

From the eyes of those monks and civil and military officials who walked out of the White Emperor Palace, the shock still in their eyes, and the secretive words, all indicated that the change had already begun.