Zhang Yuan's expression changed, and black qi gushed out from its body, forming a huge shield to block the front of the army, and it itself hid behind the shield at the same time.

When the old man saw Zhang Yuan's reaction, he also followed with a knock on his crutches, and a white barrier rose from the ground, protecting all the degree masters behind him.

The great catastrophe that devoured everything has finally struck.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed suddenly, and the crimson light seemed to dye the whole world with its own color, and no screams could be heard in the violent roar, and all life seemed so small.

The crimson light slammed into the barrier between the Degree Master and the 'Yin Spirit', and the barrier was instantly covered with cracks, breaking at the touch of a button, and it was only for a second to prevent it.

Countless 'Yin Spirits' were consumed by the flames and turned to ashes in the light.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, his cane struck down again, a dragon groan, and a circle appeared at his feet, and the circle was moving, resisting the storm of flames that swept towards them.

'Storm of Blades'

The blades on Zhao Kuang's back flew out, forming a huge storm under its control to stop the flames, and the fire light intertwined with the storm, bursting out with violent energy.

The blast bounced everything around it, and even though the flames were slowly fading, the crowd couldn't see what was going on.

The violent aura that escaped in the air finally subsided, and the old man could no longer hold on and fell down all at once, blood oozed from all over his skin, his face turned pale, and he looked extremely miserable.

"Uncle Long, damn it, who the hell is it and why do you want to do such a thing. Long Yuan ran forward to pick up the old man who had fallen to the ground, and said with resentment in his tone.

"What's going on now?"

In the thick smoke, there was a figure standing faintly, but no one knew whether this figure was Zuo Yong or the degree master who suddenly appeared.

"It's him!" The smoke cleared, Mu Jingfan was scarred, and his body, which was close to collapse, stood proudly in place, and his body exuded a kind of sadness.

Now in this world, only he knows what happened in that firelight, and after Zuo Yong of the 'Underworld Transformation' was caught by him, when it found that it couldn't break free, it was so relaxed.

It's like, it's accepted that it's going to be defeated.

"You're that kid from the Mu family. ”

“。。。 That's right. ”

"Good job, I didn't expect that my Zuo Yong would be planted in your hands in this life. Zuo Yong laughed, but the voice was muffled by the flames that erupted.

"Why are you still smiling at this time? ”

"You'll know, boy, remember, since you have defeated me, you will have to bear a doomed fate, and I will wait for you over there. Zuo Yong's figure was completely swallowed up by the firelight, and his last heroic laughter still remained in Mu Jingfan's mind.

The flame storm continued to rage, and the vague figure in front of it slowly turned into black gas and finally disappeared into this world, but the black stone tablet in its body remained.

Mu Jingfan picked up the stone tablet and remembered the pair of 'Yin Spirit' brothers who had died under his hands before.

"The 'Yin Spirit' should not be called death, it can only be said to be liberated. ”

At this moment, something suddenly poured into his consciousness from the stone tablet, and the pain stimulated him to close his eyes, and the next moment, he opened his eyes and found himself on a strange battlefield.

"Is this Zuo Yong's memory?"

He saw a familiar face, which was exactly what Zuo Yong looked like when he kept his human form. The rugged man was dressed in a red robe and armor, and he picked up a big axe that seemed to weigh a thousand catties in his hand, and split it in one fell swoop, directly splitting a cavalry company and horse that charged in front of him into half.

"Kill!"

The soldiers behind him were encouraged, raised the blades in their hands and charged forward with Zuo Yong, and as far as the eye could see, the dense heads around were all local troops.

There are countless enemies, but the number of people on your side is getting fewer and fewer.

"General, we can't do it anymore, so let's stop here and fight for the general. Looking at the endless sea of enemy troops charging towards them, the soldiers who were still fighting behind him also despaired.

"I'm Zuoyong, I've killed countless enemies in my life, I haven't seen any kind of wind and waves, kill me, kill them until they die cleanly. Zuo Yong waved his big hand, picked up the big axe in his hand again, and ended the lives of several people in front of him.

"Who can give me death!"

The battle armor was stained with blood, mixed with the blood of the enemy and his subordinates, and the smell was extremely pungent, and after several hours of fighting, Zuo Yong's body had already reached its limit.

His vision blurred, and he suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, looking towards his chest, and he didn't know when a sword had pierced through his chest.

He grabbed the soldier behind him and struck out angrily, using the last of his strength to break the other's neck.

Immediately afterward, several spears passed through his body and pinned him to the ground.

In 664 B.C., the Jin army attacked, and the Wei general Zuo Yong led his 50,000 troops to meet the battle, all of them were wiped out, and no one survived.

"Where am I?" Zuo Yong asked as he woke up from his slumber, looking at the extremely unfamiliar faces in front of him.

He couldn't think of anything, as if something was blocked in his mind.

"It worked, and this is an experiment that transcends history. A masked man shouted with a slight excitement in his tone.

"Since it's number one, let's call it number 1 for the time being. The other, who looked extremely young, was more indifferent.

Since then, Zuo Yong is no longer Zuo Yong, but as No. 1, as the earliest artificial 'Yin Spirit', he has become one of the many combat forces under the Heavenly Horse.

It was extremely numb to kill one person after another in front of the Sky Rider, and its memory woke up little by little.

Until one day, it completely awakened, and the memories of its past life completely poured into the stone tablet, and it saw its current hideous and ugly appearance, and fell into collapse.

Generally speaking, the 'Yin Soul', as a kind of soul, does not have a complete memory of a past life. However, it is special, it is the first artificial 'Yin' born in this world, and it is precisely because of this that the Heavenly Rider does not do anything to prevent it.

"Who can give me death. ”

The moment it became the Five Divine Generals, in this world, there was no one who could kill it. It felt the powerful desperate power in itself, and it also fell into despair.

The memory is interrupted here, Mu Jingfan, who has witnessed and felt Zuo Yong's two lives, has the same despair as Zuo Yong in his heart, it can't resist Tianqi, and can only seek someone who can free it in this world.

As Zuo Yong said, this young child, from that moment on, was burdened with another fate.

He set his sights on the army of 'Yin Spirits', the blow just now had destroyed more than 2,000 'Yin Spirits', but it was still a little insignificant compared to the tens of thousands of troops.

There is still a remnant of the aura in the body, although he was exempted from the danger of being exploded through the release of the flame explosion just now, but he also made his body extremely weak because of this.

At this time, Mu Jingfan no longer had the strength to continue fighting.

"Little friend, thank you for saving your life, but if you do this, you may pay a higher price. The old man knew Mu Jingfan's purpose, and in order not to sacrifice himself, he took the first step himself.

Although he is now seriously injured, he has also picked up a life.

Mu Jingfan didn't answer him, he wanted to avoid revealing his identity as much as possible.

In the battle just now, if he made a wrong calculation, more Degree Masters would lose their lives, but fortunately, they still survived.

"Although there is no way to help Xiaoyou, the degree master behind us will become Xiaoyou's strength, so Xiaoyou, please rest assured. The old man's words woke up the people who were standing stupidly behind.

"Yes, that's right. ”

"We are your strength. ”

Although there were not many sincere words in it, Mu Jingfan's heart was still touched, and the army of 'Yin Soul' once again marched towards the side of the Duhua Division, and the Duhua Division behind him greeted him one after another.

The number of battles was ten times worse, but there was no fear in their eyes, and as a master, they had to learn to face the 'Yin Spirit'.

Fortunately, Zhao Kuang was also consumed too much at this time, and it was directly stopped by Moody's when it continued to shoot, and now it still takes a lot of time to break through Moody's.

"That kid actually broke my plan. Zhang Yuan's eyes stared at Mu Jingfan on the side, and he began to regret that he had let the other party go in the past because of his curiosity.

While everyone was focused on the 'Yin Spirit' army, Mu Jingfan quietly left and came to a shadow, he removed the mask on his face, leaned against the wall and covered his cracked chest.

After the power was released, although the cracks in other parts of the body disappeared, the cracks in the chest were still there, and Mu Jingfan continued to repair the cracks with his aura, but the speed of recovery was extremely slow.

As he recovered, he looked up at the sky, which seemed to have a bright red, stinging his eyes.