In those years, the cultivators we cut together

In a tent in the camp, Jiang Ning was sitting at a round table, awkwardly embroidering a handkerchief.

To be honest, she is not good at embroidering this kind of thing, including cooking, which she just learned in the past two days. At this moment, she looks very stupid when she is embroidering a handkerchief for the first time, and her fingers are pricked, showing a little blood.

But the first time this kind of thing was embroidered, it still felt a sense of accomplishment. Not long after, the girl looked at the crooked and ugly portraits on the handkerchief and showed a smirk.

And just as she was about to embroider some flowers and plants between the two portraits, there was sudden noise and noise from outside the tent.

Jiang Ningxiu frowned when she heard the movement. It was already dark at this point, and it was not normal for the camp to be so noisy.

Resolute and resolute, she put down her little daughter posture in an instant, picked up the red-tasseled gun and walked out of the tent. As soon as she opened the curtain, she saw a horrifying scene.

In the distant sky, the huge green light screen disappeared at some point!

Jiang Ning was slightly taken aback, and the next moment, General Di Yun, who had already put on his armor, quickly came to meet her:

"Your Majesty, I don't know why the light screen disappeared. Yaqi Orochi and many Dongying monks are raiding the camp. At present, Master Ye is fighting against the enemy Emperor and Sword Master alone. It may not last long!"

Jiang Ning's expression tightened when he heard the words, and just as he was about to speak, the next moment, a soaring roar came from a distance. Under the strong wind, several tents were directly blown away, and the bonfires in the camp were blown over. soaring.

With just one sound, the entire coastal city turned into a sea of ​​flames!

At the same time, on the coast of the East China Sea, Shuai Shuai Ya is on the cliff, looking coldly at the Yamata no Orochi who is besieged by thousands of monsters in the sea.

All kinds of sea monsters swarmed in groups, pounced on Yamata no Orochi in countless numbers, and stopped it temporarily abruptly.

Among them is a whale demon in the alchemy realm, which caused a small-scale tsunami when it overturned the river and the sea, and used the tsunami to restrain the huge snake body of Yamata no Orochi.

Shuai Shuai Ya looked at this scene with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

These little monsters can't stop Yamata no Orochi for long.

Nascent Soul and Foundation Establishment are not the same at all.

It turned its head to look at the camp that had become a battlefield behind it, and looked at Lin Xiaolu who was fighting bloody battles, feeling a surge of despair in his heart.

Now it seems...it's over.

At this moment, the camp behind has completely turned into a battlefield. The soldiers of Datang, led by the soldiers of the Iron Armored Battalion, collided with the monks of Dongying, and the monks of Emei also shuttled in the battlefield. The sound shook the sky, and all eyes were on the battlefield.

Lin Xiaolu flew forward and cut a monk in half with a knife, blood spattered his face, he didn't care to wipe it off, and rushed to the next target again.

While running, he glanced at the silver-gray Canglong and Ye Qingluan soaring above his head, and a deep worry rose in his eyes.

He didn't know why the light screen disappeared, because Ye Qingluan flew out the moment the light screen disappeared, blocking Heiyunzhai's attack in the night sky, and no one had time to ask.

In the sky at this moment, the eight elders of Emei were flying all over the sky, using all their means, the soaring aura illuminated the dark night like day, and the air was full of a strong smell of blood.

After so many days of peace and tranquility, the long-suppressed war broke out completely. Although this war revealed strangeness everywhere, it came too fast, and there was no time for people to think about it. There was only one way before everyone in Shenzhou— -kill!

"kill!"

With a roar, the young man leaped high, and the long iron chain flew in the air, and then fell with a whip, knocking down several Foundation Establishment cultivators!

In the sky, Ah Yi, who was blindfolded, waved his sword, and the sword in the bamboo turned into sword shadows all over the sky. Under the shadow of the sword light, several waves of blood were stirred up in the sky!

On the left side of the battlefield, the Buddha's light emerged, and Wugou had a large golden "swastika" on his back, and his eyes were shining brightly.

The huge green python on the right circled and danced, swallowing a screaming Dongying monk in one gulp while roaring.

"Roar!"

The sound of dragon chant sounded from below, and a black dragon flew out from Tang Long's fist, directly piercing through a person's chest, blood spattering for five steps!

All of a sudden, everyone used all their means, and the fight between Shenzhou and Dongying went straight to the extreme from the very beginning. It was a fight between you and me to the death, and both sides were fighting for their lives!

In the arena, Lin Xiaolu, who had killed several people in a row, raised the Dageng bronze vessel, and rushed towards the other Dongying monks aggressively.

"drink!"

With a loud roar, Lin Xiaolu carried the huge Dageng bronze and swept it across, making a heavy wind sound, and the power of his knife broke through the siege of several monks, and then he continued to charge forward with the blade, his posture It was astonishingly fast, and under this whirlwind-like attack of swiping knives, anyone who came into contact with it would lose their arms and legs at the very least, and the scene was extremely bloody.

"puff!"

When the knife fell, the spiritual shield burst, and the plasma of the Dongying monk sprayed out more than three meters high. Lin Xiaolu held the knife and swept his eyes around. Just as he was about to step up, a graceful figure descended from the sky, blocking his way.

"Child, you seem to be different from other trash."

The numb but slightly accented Shenzhou dialect sounded. A woman about 30 years old and wearing a black kimono looked at Lin Xiaolu jokingly, and said with a smile:

"Kid, do you want to fight me?"

On the other side, Ah Yi quickly shuttled in the sky, and killed a monk in the alchemy state again in a flash of sword energy.

He gasped for a moment, and was about to fly into the sky to help several elders, but a middle-aged man with a knife on his waist and an ugly scar on his face condensed in the clouds behind him.

"Not bad sword." The middle-aged man commented on Ha Yi's back.

Hearing the voice, Ah Yi turned his head and faced the man with his blind eyes:

"Uncle, Master Wugou said that I'm a handicapped person with preferential treatment. Can you let me do one trick and one stab with the sword? Just one sword, and I won't stab too much." Ah Yi said solemnly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man grinned, his facial muscles moved with the smile, and the distorted scar became more obvious, looking extremely terrifying...

On the ground, Tang Long roared angrily and kicked a Dongying monk back, then leaped forward, raised the nunchaku in his hand with a high "Hoo!", and directly cracked his head.

The fighting at this moment has become extremely chaotic, there are screams, roars, and sword clashes everywhere, and the whole camp looks like a hell on earth under the light of the fire.

In the distance, on the edge of the battlefield, Wugou looked at a dead soldier from the Tang Dynasty with his chest pierced and his eyes wide open. His heart was in great pain, and tears rolled in his eyes.

He knelt on the ground, closed the soldier's eyes, and silently recited the Ksitigarbha scriptures to him, but when he was halfway through the recitation, he suddenly felt something and turned his head to look.

Not far away, a Japanese monk was locking a soldier's neck, laughing ferociously at Wugou.

The soldier was seriously injured, he was dying, he was locked up by the Dongying cultivator, and he couldn't move at all, and the Dongying cultivator was not in a hurry to kill him, as if he was playing a joke, he tied his head under his armpit, and then used it on Wugou Shenzhouyu laughed:

"Little monk, do you want to persuade me to put down the butcher's knife? Hahahaha, I'm still crying. It's so funny. Are you scared? Go back to your temple, you can't control it here, I can't put down my butcher's knife ,Ha ha ha ha."

Listening to the soldier's broken Chinese language and looking at the struggling soldier, Wugou's grief-stricken expression suddenly calmed down, and a faint golden Buddha's light emerged from his body again.

However, this cultivator was still not afraid. He saw that Wugou only had a foundation-building cultivation level, which was similar to his own, so he didn't take him seriously at all, and continued to look at him jokingly, as if you could take me What kind of posture.

Until... Wugou's eyes turned blood red.

Seeing the blood-red eyes with no eyeballs, Dongying monk was slightly taken aback. Then, he suddenly saw a very huge Guanyin statue. The whole body of Guanyin was white, noble and holy. The whole world, and at this moment, this stalwart Guanyin is looking down at him with blood-red eyes, showing compassion in his eyes!

……

……

Wugou opened his blood-red eyes, quietly looking at the monk who was kneeling on the ground bleeding from his orifices.

After a long time, he clasped his hands together and smiled gently at the monk who had been dead for a long time:

"Benefactor, you can't put down your butcher knife... The poor monk will help you!"