Merry little roll

On the endless wonderland, mist drifts.

There are thousands of miles of clouds and no people, and the wind whizzes past, blowing off thousands of forest leaves behind, and the sparrows are twittering, and they row towards the sky without leaving any feathers.

Everything is no longer idle as usual.

Even if there are a few immortals passing by, they just talk in low voices, and their brows are shrouded in uneasiness, as if a black fish swims in the pure clear pool, causing waves of ripples, infecting the blackness of the pool, and spreading continuously.

The gatekeepers of the Nantianmen kept their eyes and ears clear, and stood tall and tall in the mist, not letting go of the slightest disturbance. It was not because they were rabbits, but because there were too many disasters in recent days. Even the Heavenly Realm and the East China Sea dare to stab and attack, the gutter is full of such evil spirits.

Thinking of the great war thousands of years ago in the picture album, everyone couldn't help feeling scared.

Panic.

"When will the God of War come back?"

"Si Ming has already gone to look for it, and it should be soon. Some people say that the Yuanyang Immortal Lord of Simu in the West Heaven Realm...is the reincarnation of God of War Xiaoyao!"

"Xianjun Yuanyang? I don't think so. These two people are obviously not in the same tune. Wasn't Xianjun Yuanyang a monk before he became an immortal?"

"Then you haven't seen the portrait of the fairy. Originally, the face of the fairy is somewhat similar to the god of war in the album, and then he grows black hair, which is even more similar!"

"Then why did you find out now?"

"It's not that there has been no war for thousands of years. I thought that the world would live in peace and calmly. Who would have thought that the Demon Realm would come to make such a movement again, so they wouldn't be flustered?"

The two immortals walked towards the Nantianmen, communicating with each other in a low voice.

"You two immortals, please don't go out anymore. The astrolabe has been messed up recently, and the universe is uneasy. You have an order, and everyone is not allowed to come in and out at will. If there is something particularly important, please show the token first."

The immortals sighed softly, "We won't go out, we'll just watch the scenery beside you."

The two immortals had been bored in the heavenly realm for too long, just as they said, they just stood beside a few guards of the South Heaven Gate, overlooking the mountains and clouds, and continued to chat in low voices.

The mist became misty, and a little blue in the mountains was just right.

"If there is a fight, the two of us will inevitably die on the battlefield."

"Who will be spared?"

"Can the current immortals compare with those ancient gods thousands of years ago? Nowadays, what they think about is all about pleasure. How can there be any masculinity and bravery of thousands of years ago?"

"Don't we still have the Happy God of War?"

"The God of Free and Unfettered War, I don't think it can be trusted. Thousands of years ago, his soul flew away, and now he is rumored to be the Immortal Yuanyang, so it may not be so powerful."

"Your words - I think you are still holding grudges!"

"What do I hold grudges about?" The Xian family who responded looked guilty, his eyes shifted, and his face turned away.

"Immortal Yuanyang is indeed here, and many female immortals are fascinated by him. It can't be any female immortal who admires him, it just happens to be your sweetheart!"

"Where's the matter—besides—to take a million steps back, I don't think Yuan Yang can fight!"

"That's true," the guard beside him responded, "Although Xianjun Yuanyang is really eye-catching and tall and straight, he really doesn't look like one who can fight. I have stayed in this heavenly realm for thousands of years. But I have never seen him make a move, and I haven't seen him show up much, basically I am working behind closed doors in my own fairy palace, carving wood."

"He's not muffled! You didn't see him whirling around girls all those years ago!"

The guard said bluntly, "I came late..."

A few people were chatting, and a few more immortals came from a distance, and they huddled together.It is better to be panic alone than to be panic. If something happens, everyone panics together.

Chatting and chatting, several straight-tempered immortals felt uncomfortable, frowned, and shouted among the depressed crowd, "Why are you so depressed!"

"At worst, let's fight to the death with them! We could do it thousands of years ago, but we can't! They're all pampered and pampered!

"It's just to break his old age and love the world, spill his blood and head, at most he will become a broken bone all over the ground. After thousands of reincarnations, he will be a good man again! What right do you have to break your mouth here! What can Xiaoyao Zhanshen do? Yes, we can do it too!"

Everyone was excited by the words of the high-spirited immortals, and they couldn't help arousing a little bit of courage, "Well said!"

After a while of excitement, I felt resentful again.

In the current situation, it is as if the native swimming fish in the clear pond knew that a cuttlefish had come up from their pure land, but the black swimming fish was too small, even if it could stir up waves, it might not make much movement. Let them not be aware of this spreading danger.

Perhaps one day in the near future, the ink will blacken the entire pond and penetrate into the lungs of every swimming fish, but it is still calm and the water is clear and beautiful.

The swimmers can only rely on the God of War they praise, who can lead them to the extremely evil place in the south of the southern country, and restrain the ink-colored magic that is full of pools.

"You -- did you hear anything?" Everyone fell silent.

"Gordon" "Gordon"

It was the sound of footsteps shuffling.

In the forest of Nantianmen, a gust of wind swept past, the whole forest was shaken, the birds were startled, and a fluttering sound burst out from the inside, as if there was a beast standing between the sky and the earth in the forest. move.

mighty and approaching.

All the immortals couldn't help holding their voices and calming down.

A tall figure in a red dress fluttered in the wind slowly walking out from the path in the woods, scalding everyone's eyes.

He held a heavy bronze sword in his hand. The huge sword dragged on the ground and made a "crackling" sound. Every time he took a step forward, the sword would leave a scratch on the ground, rolling over The hot and rising mist is erratic.The bronze sword rubbed against the sand and stones, and the shaking sound became louder, echoing with the bronze bell on the door eaves.

A powerful aura burst out from that person's body, and it was not at all a spiritual pressure on the level that made everyone bend down.

Who is this?

No one can ask aloud.

The man didn't speak, just dragged the huge bronze sword and continued to move forward.

There is a copper-golden mask on his face, covering only the size of his right eye, solemn and fierce, making people dare not look directly at him.

For thousands of years, or even tens of millions of years, it seems that there is only one person who has used this mask in the three seas of Yutian, Yao, and the East China Sea—the brave man who rode a cang to fight the world, and the one who dragged the huge bronze sword. The solemn and quiet person, the flamboyant person in the red dress with hot eyes, the happy person who has lost his soul and sacrificed his life to the sky in the end!

The immortals lowered their heads and spontaneously moved out of the way, and the sword-wielding man dragged past, and the eyes of everyone couldn't help rolling with enthusiasm.

Xiaoyao, or Yuanyang, the man holding the sword, stopped in his tracks, with calm and deep eyes.

All the immortals said in unison - the God of Free and Unfettered War.

Xiaoyao can't stop talking alone, and Qiankun blows away the mysterious magic energy.

"Regardless of the position of the immortal, regardless of the north and south of the heaven, everyone is responsible for the danger of the universe."

Yuan Yang raised the sword in his hand, and the bronze color flashed across the mist, and it came out with a loud sound, hitting the ground with a sound.

"Everyone, if you are not sick and disabled, you can put on your armor with me!"

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