He Fatzi slept at dawn, so he did not appear, and Cheng Xiaoxi became more and more bored in the camp, but he could not move on his own. At this time, the war spirit came out of nowhere, opened its mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth, and said, "Where do you want to go?"

Cheng Xiaoxi turned his head to look at the war spirit, and then said listlessly: "Go to a high place." ”

As soon as the tent door opened, the war spirit walked out slowly, and then its consciousness moved, and the wooden chair carrying the stream began to move on its own, and a man and a beast walked through the camp, and under the astonished gaze of countless soldiers, they walked towards a small hill between the two armies.

On the hillside, Cheng Xiaoxi looked around, and then stopped his eyes in the direction of the Devil's Cry Gorge, in his sight, the camp of the Southern Army was still as vast as the sea, the shadows were scorching, and the pennant was hunting. It was here that Cheng Xiaoxi, Senior Brother, Shangguan Li, and Yang Yamei looked at the enemy camp from afar.

"Senior, can power really make people lost?"

The war spirit also looked at the camp of the Southern Legion, and a flash of frenzy flashed in the eyes of the two narrow beasts, and said, "When you stand at the bottom of the mountain, you want to see the scenery on the mountain. ”

Listening to the words of the war spirit, Cheng Xiaoxi's mind suddenly flashed the scene on Longquan Mountain, where he sat on a tree with a crooked neck and looked out of the mountain, and muttered in his mouth: "When you are in the mountains, you also want to see the outside world." ”

Hearing this, the War Spirit shook its head sharply, and it stared at Cheng Xiaoxi, as if to see him through.

Cheng Xiaoxi didn't seem to see the reaction of the war spirit, he looked into the distance, and said in a low voice: "Once upon a time, I was the boy in the mountains. ”

The War Spirit remained motionless, as if frozen, and after a long time, it looked away, and after a fierce inner struggle, it finally made a decision, "If you have the chance, you will go to the top of the mountain to have a look." ”

Cheng Xiaoxi looked at the war spirit, his heart was full of questions, thinking about it, but he didn't know how to ask, the breeze blew, blowing his hair, and also brought his thoughts to the sky.

"Come back, everything has a fate, and you don't need to hurt yourself secretly. ”

"Yes......"

An existence like the War Spirit, which has lived for countless years, has long seen the world clearly, and the endless life not only awakens its wisdom, but also makes it look at everything in the eyes of the world very plainly, this indifference, even including its own life.

Since the Northern Legion attacked Xiling, the battle outside Qingfeng City has reached a stalemate, and both sides have their own rules, as if they had been agreed in advance, but what is hidden under the surface of calm is as turbulent and terrifying as a volcanic eruption.

At this time, in the Southern Army, Jin Yunmei was inspecting the military situation, followed by the Jin Army and more than ten other generals, and after a closer look, only the Bai family was not found.

After passing several sentry towers, Jin Yunmei suddenly remembered, so she asked, "How is it over there at the Sword Gate?"

Hearing this, more than a dozen generals all made sad faces, and their eyes immediately shifted to the expressionless Jin Jun, seeing this, Jin Jun smiled and sighed, and then replied loudly with both hands clasped into fists: "Don't worry, father, the Bai family's major is Tongtian, and it is expected that there will be no big problem." ”

Jin Yunmei glanced at Jin Jun, who had the same personality as herself, and then thought of Bai Yinan's idiot, and her expression was even more proud, "What else?"

Jin Jun paused, then thought for a moment, and continued: "In the face of the joint attack of the Northern Army and the Northern Underworld Sect, Xiling had to defend the Sword Gate, and he couldn't curl up these days, so he must have to drag it all the time!"

"Is it useful?", Jin Yunmei didn't stop, and said as she walked, "The Bai family really can't give me any surprises, Jun'er, in the future, this Xiling will always be handed over to you to deal with." ”

Jin Jun glanced at the more than ten generals present, and when he came into contact with his gaze, all of them lowered their heads and buried their heads, seeing this scene, the corners of his mouth rose and said loudly: "Father, rest assured, my son will not let you down!"

Nodding, Jin Yunmei continued: "My Jin family has worked so hard, how can there be only this pattern, what he Bai family thinks is too simple, only one voice is needed, and the rest of the family will eventually follow in the footsteps of the family." ”

These more than ten generals are all henchmen of the Jin family, so Jin Yunmei does not shy away from her ambitions, the original family that is in full swing has passed, and now in this era, it is his turn to emerge from the Jin family.

"Let's launch a general attack tomorrow, this time we must break through the southern Xinjiang, otherwise it will be difficult for your lord to explain there. ”

......

Early the next morning, the Southern Army launched a full-scale offensive under the command of Jin Yunmei, and the crowd of people like a flood rushed straight to the Wanze army.

In the face of the overwhelming enemy, all the people in the Wanze Realm looked solemn, but none of them were timid, with Qin Zhongtian's order, the 100,000 army roared and rushed out, and in the absence of a retreat, these Wanze Erlang instead inspired a huge momentum, angry and morale like a rainbow! This battle directly determines the survival of the Wanze Realm, and the connotation of hundreds of years of dormancy will be revealed in this battle.

War has been brutal since ancient times, all for one thing, and that is to kill, whether it is a heavily armored cavalry, or a lightly armed archer, or a heavy armored soldier carrying a shield to advance continuously, all of them are just to deprive the other side of everything, land, resources, and lives.

The drums shook the sky, shouting endlessly, pieces of blood-colored flowers bloomed one after another, countless lives were terminated at this moment, and the severed arms and stumps and terrible angry screams that could be seen everywhere were all telling about the injustice of heaven and the fragility of life.

A large open space was left in the middle of the battlefield, and the soldiers on both sides deliberately did not approach this place, which belonged to the cultivators. The powerhouses of the Wanze Realm, the students of the academy, all gathered here, and fought against the temple cultivators led by Jin Yunmei on the opposite side, no more than the blood splash of the ordinary soldiers around, it was much more gorgeous here, often after the storm and the clouds and the dozens of moves of you and me, there was still no one to fall.

However, this is only on the surface, the battle of cultivators is definitely not calm, just waiting for one side to be weak, or to show flaws, followed by earth-shattering killing intent, even if ordinary soldiers die, they can also leave behind bones and relics, and once the cultivator is defeated, it is likely to disappear, and will not leave any traces in this world.

"Senior brother, you stand in the back, and fight later, I may not be able to take care of you. ”

Qin Zhongtian, Wang Yue, Zuofu Venerable and other people with profound cultivation each found an opponent, and at this time, the battle was already flying all over the sky and the momentum was huge, Cheng Xiaoxi led the rest of the monks with low cultivation, and also began to attack.

Just like that day, endless spiritual power was transmitted to Cheng Xiaoxi's body in turn, propping up his robe, looking extremely bloated. Cheng Xiaoxi looked back at the firm gaze behind him, and then made a false gesture with both hands, leaned forward, and with a movement of his thoughts, hundreds of weapons flew out with a roar, shining with dazzling colors in the brilliant sunlight, rushing left and right in the enemy formation.

Beside him, the war spirit seemed to be a little idle, looking at Cheng Xiaoxi's strange ability, it stared motionlessly, and it didn't know what was going on in its head.

Gathering the strength of thousands of cultivators, the temple cultivators were severely damaged in an instant, and the hundreds of weapons controlled by Cheng Xiaoxi were powerful, and it was difficult to have a combined enemy.

A square-faced middle-aged cultivator flew several weapons one after another, he pulled one person next to him and shouted loudly: "If you go on like this, you will only be dragged down by this son, I will lead people to block the attack, you take people to the side to raid, as long as you kill them, the rest of them will not be able to set off much storm!"

The man who was pulled by him nodded heavily, and then the figure disappeared in a flash, and dozens of people disappeared with him, the square-faced man shouted, and his spiritual power continued to swallow, and he actually attacked towards Cheng Xiaoxi, "Shoot with all your strength, drag this son!"

The temple cultivator and the square-faced man fought together, and all kinds of magic methods were constantly stimulated, and due to the excessive spiritual power here, the sun in the sky seemed colorless in comparison.