The Jin Soldier Warlord just stood in place, and the aura on his body that was stronger than before and the killing intent that was so thick that it was difficult for everyone to breathe had already forced the members of the Ruins Exploration Department to rise up with a strong sense of danger that their lives were threatened.

Fortunately, at least at this moment, the Jin Soldier General was still standing in the entire ruins with his head down, even if the killing intent around him became stronger and stronger, and even condensed into a black and gray essence air mass, he never immediately attacked and killed everyone.

"Let's go!"

In just a few seconds, Ying Xingtian quickly made a decision: "You take everyone to go first, and I will break behind." ”

It's a pity that Ji Yiming, who has always been decisive in several actions, turned his head in a few directions behind him when he heard this, looked at the "sky" under the dome of the entire mountain wall, and shook his head slightly: "It's too late, something happened." ”

Ying Xingtian looked back in amazement, but didn't see anything. But he knew very well that with Ji Yiming's almost terrifying spiritual sense, it was by no means a targeted, and a twelve-point vigilance suddenly rose in his heart: "What?"

"Before, the whole city seemed to us to be 'alive', under the control of the mastermind behind the scenes, almost every street and every building was his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and mouth. Ji Yiming closed his eyes slightly, and the spiritual consciousness generated by the inner breath of "Taiyi Longevity Formula" extended out, savoring the unsettling smell in the air: "And now, although the city is still 'alive', I don't know what method the mastermind behind the scenes used...... Let it 'live' to this general. ”

It is already an incredible thing for a city to "come to life".

And now this city is "alive" to a person, which is as incredible as the Arabian Nights.

The two stages sounded a little awkward, but Ying Xingtian quickly understood the meaning of Ji Yiming's words, but he still didn't know what he was looking at when he looked up at the more than 100-meter-high mountain stone dome on the top.

"It's the breath of the city, it's all condensed. ”

The breath coming from all directions has been condensing towards him. Maybe it's because this guy's murderous aura is too heavy to cover it up, so you can't notice it. ”

"It's strange though, that this change didn't start from the moment the armor shattered...... Soon after the battle began, the breath began to pour in. It's a lot like the first time you fought him and had his power stolen. ”

"First due east, then due south, west, north...... Up to all directions, a full twelve directions. ”

Ji Yiming slowly looked around, and his expression began to be a little thoughtful: "Such a huge amount of energy is gathered on him. Coupled with the fact that this guy is a top grandmaster, why hasn't he exploded until now?"

Listening to his words, Ying Xingtian next to him suddenly frowned slightly and remembered something: "Strange, I fought three times...... I never recognized this person as a witch or a top martial arts master? Do you feel it?"

——With the realm and eyesight of Winning Xingtian, it can be said that there is no one who can make him unable to judge the type of opponent's breath after several fierce battles, but the aura on the body of the golden soldier is so pure and simple, and the tactics are also biased towards the way of killing the formation in the army, and it is even more difficult to see the heel.

Ji Yiming shook his head lightly when he heard this: "I can't feel it, the breath on his body is pure and pure, and it is very complicated." It seems to have the aura of witchcraft, but it seems to be based on martial arts......"

During the conversation between the two, the Jin soldier general, who had always lowered his head, finally raised his head suddenly, and looked straight at everyone with sharp eyes hanging from his forehead: "Are you also accomplices?"

At this time, Ou Haichao, who was not far away, had already rolled several times, rushing all the way to the two of them from dozens of meters away, his eyes still staring at the Jin soldiers dozens of meters away: "Win the boss, what if you can't beat it?"

Just now, he rolled around until he was dizzy, and he didn't hear what Ji Yiming had discovered, and when he saw that the situation was wrong, his first reaction was naturally to slip away. If it weren't for the fact that his own leader Ji Daoyan fell to the side and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, Ying Xingtian and Ji Yiming were still in a stalemate with each other, and they would have run away long ago with the old temperament of the silkworm eyebrows.

The Jin Bing general ignored the "little bugs" underground, the hair on his forehead slowly fell to the sides with the movement of raising his head, and his eagle-like eyes kept spinning back and forth on Ying Xingtian and Ji Yiming: "Are you accomplices?!"

Only Niu Chuxiong noticed that his voice had changed from the initial hoarse and unpleasant sound of sandpaper grinding rusty iron to a way of speaking that was close to that of a normal person. Although there is still a sense of mechanicality in the tone, there is no longer that dull and silly taste.

Accomplice?

After being questioned twice in a row by the other party, Ji Yiming turned his head to the Angel of Winning Row, and took the initiative to ask the Jin Soldier General: "How many years has the Huining Mansion here?"

"Five...... No, two...... No!" The latter's eyes shrunk, and the confusion flashed in his eyes again: "Why is it the emperor......? It must be the emperor's !??."

"Yes, two, two years!" he muttered to himself, and seemed to finally remember something: "My emperor, my emperor...... Where is it? Today, when the emperor is born, this king will announce to the world! The whole country will celebrate for 10 days and reduce taxes for one year!"

This king?

This king in the imperial period!

Ji Yiming and Ying Xingtian's eyes changed slightly, and they finally confirmed each other's identities for the first time.

It's not a Qing soldier, it's not a golden soldier...... Not even a general.

In the second year of the reign of the Jin Dynasty, the self-proclaimed "king" and the "emperor" could only be the absurd and murderous Jin Xizong in the historical records - Wanyan Yan!

"This Jin Xizong died in the ninth year of the emperor's reign, and the 'emperor' in his mouth should be said to be the prince of Yingzhuo, Wanyan Ji'an, who was born at the beginning of the second year of the emperor's reign and died of illness in December for no reason. Ying Xingtian explained to Ji Yiming and Ou Haichao in a low voice: "It was also since Prince Yingzhuo died of illness that he began to become obscene and murderous, and was finally seized the throne by King Hailing, ending his fifteen-year reign. ”

Ji Yiming has not studied much about this period of history, but he has also heard the story of King Hailing's ascension to the throne. Hearing this, his heart moved, and he quickly said: "No, it's December! Your emperor died, and he was not yet a year old when he died. ”

"Wan Yan Yan" was full of black hair and no wind, and his whole face instantly distorted like a devil as Ji Yiming's voice fell, and the murderous aura that was originally condensed like a black mist flowing outside the body turned into a sharp arrow and attacked the latter.

Winning the first half step in the sky and the first palm came first, directly dispersing this murderous aura mixed with strong energy.

It's just that a sickly flush flashed on his already pale face, and his throat rolled slightly, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of blood—the consumption of internal breath qi and blood was very dramatic, and the breath of "Wanyan Yan" was even worse.

Although it is not clear why Ji Yiming opened his mouth to stimulate the other party, he still chose to believe the former unconditionally.

Moreover, in the immediate situation......

There doesn't seem to be a better way.

……

……

"Almost. Wan Yan Ji'an looked at the battlefield hundreds of meters away, and saw that Wan Yan had already started with the gang of "Qianlong Yuan", but he still didn't have any intention of interfering. He just flicked his fingers, and from time to time he looked at the twelve positions shot by the square inch formation before, with a little nervousness and excitement in his eyes, and a look of apprehension.

As for Zhu Huang on his side, he had been staring at the second "witch soldier" in the mouth of the former from the beginning, which was refined by the Wumen masters nearly a thousand years ago - that is, Wan Yan Ji'an's biological father.

"The witch road is evergreen, the witch road is evergreen. ”

"That terrifying formation that only exists in legends, can it really be triggered by the entire 'Witch City' and this top Grandmaster Realm 'Witch Soldier'?" Zhu Huang muttered in his heart, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Yan Ji'an: "The twelve formations should not all take effect so quickly, are you sure that he won't explode and die in the whole process?"

"Based on the top martial arts masters, it is integrated with twelve ancestral witch true bodies of ancient inheritance, countless top-quality gem quenching bodies, and seventy-two formations calcined day and night for eighty-one days. From the very beginning of the manufacture......" Speaking of this, Wanyan Ji'an suddenly smiled and touched his body condensed and cast with radiant energy: "By the way, the original 'witch soldier' should be me. At the beginning of the manufacture, the purpose was to carry that formation, how could it easily explode halfway. ”

(A thousand years ago, my "criminal soldiers" those Zhongxing ancestors, did they also fight this idea?)

Zhu Huang was slightly stunned, and quickly reacted again: back then, the number of grandmasters in the entire Wumen was more than 100, and the top grandmaster realm was also above double digits. Even if there is an extra "witch soldier" with the strength of the top grandmaster realm, it will not mean much to the "torture soldier".

The real purpose can only be the same as what Wanyan Ji'an is doing now, just for that "avenue".

So does the "chance" in the records of the ancestors of the past refer to this?

Zhu Huang turned these thoughts in his heart, but after Yan Ji'an, he turned his head to look at the front and Chu frowned slightly.

Although he didn't hear the conversation between Ji Yiming and Wan Yan Kang, seeing the sudden change in form on the battlefield, he naturally quickly realized that something was wrong with the situation: "What's wrong, why did the 'witch soldiers' suddenly riot?"

——A few hundred meters away, the two sides that were originally just confrontations actually exchanged hands again.

What made Wan Yan Ji'an's face sink like water and his brows were tightly knit was the body of the sorcerer, which had been transformed from all the battle intent and condensed into a killing intent, but with the fierce battle, it became chaotic and mixed again.

"Little one, are you interested in doing the senior a favor?"

This old antique, who has lived from the Zhongxing era of Wumen to the present, suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhu Huang with eyes: "Go and participate in the battle and redirect the 'fire' to the normal path for me." ”

Although he used a question sentence, there was no hint of negotiation in his tone. On top of an ordinary face like an ordinary person, there was a dangerous smile: "Don't be afraid, it's very simple." ”

The situation is stronger than people, although Zhu Huang's heart kept sounding the drums representing danger, he could only nod honestly: "But just follow your orders." ”

"Do you see that small building?" Wan Yan Ji'an pointed to the "City History Museum" next to the battlefield, his eyes playful: "I set up a formation on the second floor, found the statue of the god they placed on the first floor, and smashed it in the center of the formation. ”

Zhu Huang glanced at Ying Xingtian and the others, who were being beaten by Wan Yan and retreated hundreds of meters away, and it seemed that they might be defeated and killed at any time, and without too much hesitation, he got up and jumped off the three-story building and swept forward.

After only a short period of contact, he was already shocked and frightened by this Yingzhuo prince Wanyan Ji'an - compared to being always worried about the 'companion like a tiger' by the latter's side, no matter how dangerous the battle ahead was, it seemed that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Not to mention.

No matter what Wan Yan Ji'an's idea was, even if he really couldn't bear to use his biological father as a catalyst to urge that legendary formation. Only when you are really close to the deepest part of the battle can you have a chance......

Zhu Huang, who walked to the battlefield with his head down, quietly smiled at the corner of his mouth.