The woman's eyes were full of distress, and she rubbed the girl's forehead weakly, and said weakly: "Wait, when Dad comes back from winning this battle, we will all have enough to eat." ”

Tang Ming couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, looking at this dilapidated house that he couldn't enter anymore, thinking that if this woman hadn't been worried that her husband wouldn't be able to find them when he came back, she would have moved away to another place where she could shelter from the wind and rain.

But he searched through all the items in the storage ring, and found nothing that could fill the stomachs of mortals and serve as food, so he took out a large amount of Mithril for refining and respectfully handed it to the mother and daughter.

And the woman's eyes lit up first, and then her eyes quickly dimmed: "What's the use of valuable silver, this battle has been fought for more than a month, and the city has been closed for more than a month, and all the edible leaves in the city have been picked, and even the roots and bark of the trees, which are not eaten on weekdays, have been dug up, if you can still buy food, no one will eat Guanyin soil and die, let alone someone will eat it." ”

Tang Ming was shocked in his heart, and his nose felt sour, this scene that he had seen in the history books in his previous life actually happened to him so vividly.

Tang Ming, who had a complicated face, took a deep breath and promised: "You wait for me here for a while, the food will come immediately, and I will go back as soon as I go." ”

Immediately, Tang Ming jumped up, and secretly thought in his heart: "The monks have long avoided the valley and not eaten fireworks, but now they can only try their luck in the area where mortals live, to see if they can stutter." ”

After a stick of incense, the entire withered city was searched by Tang Ming three times, but he still found nothing, but he saw a lot of situations like the woman said, starving people dying everywhere, full of wounded soldiers struggling.

"I see you're flying back and forth, you've been back three times, are you looking for something?" When he landed on the street of West Street again, an injured veteran with a weak breath and blood oozing from his abdomen stopped him.

"At this time, there is nothing to eat. When Tang Ming answered the wounded soldier truthfully, the wounded soldier with a face full of vicissitudes breathed a sigh of relief, and then said helplessly:

"Yesterday, a few of the Netherworld broke through to this West Street, and I bravely killed seventeen of the enemy's Netherworlds, but I also ended up with a broken heart...... When I die, you will bury me under the walls of this withered city, and I will be a horse-leather shroud... You can use this mouthful of dry food in my arms that I can't afford to eat......"

Without waiting for Tang Ming to agree, the injury was already more out of the breath and less in the in.

When he was dying, the wounded patient was dripping with blood in his mouth, and at the same time he was chanting the words: "Ahem... Died in West Street, which has been guarded here for so long, and I can be regarded as a well-deserved death... After 17 years as a soldier and 732 enemies of all kinds, I have no regrets about dying in this war, if you want to say that there are any regrets... Maybe it's just that I haven't been able to weave like an ordinary person... My poor wife and daughter... Ahem......"

Before he finished speaking, the veteran swallowed his breath, Tang Ming, who was accustomed to seeing life and death after a hundred battles, his hands trembled slightly, and an indescribable feeling surged into his heart.

Tang Ming endured the sorrow in his heart, and the corpse that was properly buried at the corner of the city wall of West Street, then dried the dry food that had already become damp with spiritual energy, and hurried to the East Street where the mother and daughter were.

When Tang Ming returned to the woman, he finally handed the rare food to the ragged woman, and the woman immediately pushed all the hard-won and really small food to the child.

And the little girl who got the food was stunned and said:

"Mom, this food has Daddy's taste like Daddy!"

The child's words were unscrupulous, but the woman burst into tears in an instant, and she really cried with pear blossoms and rain, and she couldn't help herself for a long time.

Tang Ming's heart was like knocking over a cruet, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of mixed tastes, and all kinds of complex emotions came to his heart at once.

This veteran has been fighting abroad for 17 years, but it is just to protect one side and keep his wife and children safe.

The mother and daughter guarded the dilapidated house, just to wait for their husbands to come back and still find them.

never thought that the husband of West Street had died in battle, and the wife and daughter of East Street were also starving, just a city away, obviously they were all trying to survive for each other, even if they couldn't protect themselves, they couldn't let go of this obsession......

Tang Ming got up and flew into the air to look down, countless such things were happening in the entire withered city, there were displaced hungry people everywhere, and death was happening all the time.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times!

This is destined to be a battle of blood and tears, Tang Ming finally understood that he could temporarily save some people, but after all, he couldn't change their fate, let alone save this dense homeless hungry people.

And the only thing to do is to strengthen your strength as soon as possible, and then put an end to the war that brings suffering.

With a slight movement of his mind, Tang Ming, who was in a heavy mood, felt a wind under his feet, ready to fly back to the General's Mansion and practice that powerful exercise: "Nine Styles of Breaking the Sun".

After he returned to the master bedroom of the General's Mansion, he sat cross-legged on the bed and took a deep breath, Tang Ming urgently needed more powerful strength.

So Tang Ming began to communicate with the aura of heaven and earth, mobilizing the powerful energy of the fragments of the ghost spear, and the picture of Chi You slaying the nine suns appeared in Tang Ming's mind one by one, and the obscure and profound exercise information of the Nine Styles of Breaking the Sun was reflected in Tang Ming's consciousness:

"Heaven and earth are unkind to all things as dogs, ten days across the sky, want to destroy the vitality of all things, I want to seize a ray of life, angrily cut nine days ......"

As time passed, Chi You's every move of cutting off the sun continued to evolve in Tang Ming's mind.

It wasn't until the horizon turned upside down that he gradually mastered this powerful method.

"Nine Styles of Breaking the Sun" is a technique of conquering the infinite creation of heaven and earth, which is divided into nine different moves.

One move overshadows one move, all of them have the power of the world, and after the Dacheng level, it is even more angry to cut the sun and the moon, and the power can fall into the stars.

The fastest way to advance this technique is to fight.

Fight with the sky, fight with people, fight with the earth.

Heaven and earth are not kind, then simply break the sky and crush the earth!

"Sure enough, it is extraordinarily powerful, and the method of connecting the aura of heaven and earth is also wide open, but the first form of entry is stronger than all my previous exercises, and it is worthy of being a body skill that can break the world and shatter the earth. Tang Ming slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and there was a mysterious but indescribable aura around his body, but the shocked color in his eyes was difficult to fade for a long time.

Looking at the white belly of the fish on the horizon, Tang Ming got up and prepared to go to the battlefield.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard someone exclaim: "The fourth stronghold of the defense line is about to fall!"

Tang Ming frowned slightly when he heard this, and flew to the place where the voice came from, and saw a man dressed as a messenger with a panicked face running in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, and then stopped him and asked urgently, "What's the matter?"

The messenger looked at the strange white-haired man who stopped him in front of him, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then came back to his senses and thought that he had come to ask for help.

So the messenger said without thinking: "Four days ago, Master Ye, the Lord of the Blood Palace, the Lord of the Royal Pavilion, the Tiger Patriarch, the Dragon Patriarch and General Ji were not in the Withered City, and the enemy launched a fierce attack on us, and many villages fell......"

Tang Ming only knew after listening quietly, and then combined with a little thought about what he knew, he understood the reason.

It turned out that a few days ago, Tang Ming took everyone to the cemetery of the War Dragon Clan, and when the king of the Netherworld, Youhuikong, swept through the withered city with his divine sense, he found that only the ancestor of the Ji family was left in the city, so he took the opportunity to launch an attack, and many villages fell.

After returning to Kuluo City, Ji Ruyan and his others quickly rushed to the battlefield, wanting to recover the occupied village.

Taking advantage of the fact that Ji Ruyan and them were very busy, at the dawn of this morning, when the night vigil soldiers were most tired, Yu Huikong commanded three Netherworld generals, with a full fifty Netherworld team leaders, and millions of Netherworld warriors, to sneak attack the No. 4 base point in the defense line east of Withered City.

The No. 4 base in the eastern defense line is the passage through which the Golden Temple is continuously recruited from the outside world, and is guarded by the Sanhua Divine Sect and the scattered cultivators of Tianbei.

At this time, in the No. 4 base area, there was not a single master above the fifth level of the Transformation Realm, how could he withstand the attack of the three Netherworld generals, and naturally he was defeated, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he asked the messenger to hurry back to the City Lord's Mansion to ask for help.

Once the No. 4 base area falls, the Tianjiao and support from the outside world will no longer be able to enter this void world, and in this war, the Tianbei who has no one to make up for it will be isolated and helpless, and there will be no possibility of turning the tables around.

So the fourth base point, no matter what, can't be lost!

"Is it in the east of the city?" Tang Ming's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but think of the mother and daughter in the east of the city, and said endlessly in his heart: "The endless anger in my heart needs to be borne by the Netherworld!"

Immediately grabbed the wrist of the panicked messenger, and drove straight to the area east of the city like a meteor, while determining the specific location of the No. 4 base area to the messenger.

After the time of half a pillar of incense, Tang Ming finally came to the fourth line of defense, which was already like the end of the world.

Spreading to the battlefield covered with gunpowder smoke for tens of thousands of miles, the clashing of weapons and the roars of both sides were endless, and the surface was already full of potholes, and the ground was still being punished and corpses were smashed.

Tens of thousands of Netherworld warships covering the sky and the sun make the sky filled with an old and gloomy atmosphere, and there are more than 100 black chains hanging down on each warship, and the three huge figures standing on the warship in the center are the famous Netherworld generals.

Terran corpses were either suspended in the air or dripping with blood hanging from chains, fluttering in the wind, sometimes colliding together, erupting into a dull sound.

On the battleship, there are full of netherworld figures wearing iron armor, and the original black and cold armor is all dyed red, and the accumulated traces of layers of dark red are all the blood of the human race!

In contrast, the tiny Terrans were so fragile, and the scarlet yin wind was blowing, which was a combination of endless blood mist and unjust souls.

Under the wave of attacks of the Netherworld, the already small number of Terrans became smaller and smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, but there was still no Terran retreat, one fell and the other rose one after another, and even many warriors shouted slogans that made people's blood boil before they died, which was extremely tragic.

Endless scattered cultivators traveled thousands of miles to this place, fearless of life and death, and they vowed to selflessly sprinkle their blood and tears on this devastated land.