"It's not that the heavens are going to make it difficult for our human race, it's for us to be hard for ourselves. A Taoist who came from Zhushan to the Southern Regions to watch the battle was full of emotion, and his eyes were full of regret.

In the western region of Zhongzhou, the sea only accounts for half, the desert accounts for half, the desert area is commonly known as the Western Desert, that desolate area has a pure land: Da Lei Yin Temple, the temple is lush and green, and there have been many monks. Today, many senior monks from the Leiyin Temple passed through this place, and when they saw that the human race gods who had heard of it for a long time had called on 50,000 troops to fight against the eight foreign races, they also stopped to watch the battle.

"Wuheng Heng army, heavy casualties, should we help or not?" At this moment, several senior monks of Da Lei Yin Temple had a dispute.

One of the winter melon-faced, solemn and majestic monks folded his hands and said: "Amitabha, the monks ignore the world, and they can't increase their killing, so let's go." ”

"The so-called saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, if we sit idly by, the Wuheng Heng army will perish, wouldn't it invisibly increase the killing?" another senior monk argued.

"Even if a few of us make a move, the Wuheng army will also be wiped out, but it will also take our lives, and it will invisibly increase casualties. The melon-faced master shook his head.

When the monks were arguing, an old man's voice suddenly interjected: "Hey, even the enlightened monks of the Western Desert are watching the battle with the mentality of sweeping the snow in front of each door, sad, sad." ”

"It's not that we all sweep the snow in front of the door, but if we are weak, we are looking for death when we go up. The monk who wanted to help before replied, saying that there was nothing he could do.

And the master of the winter melon face was a little unaccustomed to the old man who spoke sarcastically, and said to him: "Since you are so well aware of righteousness, why don't you go to the front of the battle, but run to the rear to say cool things about us?"

The person who spoke just now was an old man in sloppy clothes, who was holding a chicken leg in his right hand and a wine gourd in his left hand. The old sage couldn't help it, so he could only watch the battle from the rear, and when he saw that many people were talking about it, and even cheered and applauded, he couldn't help but interject a sentence, who knew that the winter melon-faced monk in the Western Desert was so choked, and he actually sarcastically said that he was a master who could only say cool words.

As a generation of great sages, how can there be any reason to be choked by younger generations?

He was neither happy nor angry, and his cloudy eyes stared at the melon-faced monk for a long time, but this peaceful gaze that did not mix anything made the latter a little hairy and uncomfortable.

"Why do you look at me like this?" the melon-faced monk asked a little weakly when he was stared at by the Great Sage. He found that this sloppy old man had an ordinary appearance, but the potential and aura that was invisibly revealed were as strong as the sky, and he was definitely an old monster at the level of demons.

The chicken leg didn't answer him silently, took a sip of wine, and said to himself: "In just three hundred years of enlightenment, there is a half-step god cultivation, and he is a talent, but it's a pity that the Taoist heart is crooked, and it's a crooked mess." ”

Hearing this, the winter melon-faced monk's expression changed, and the other party was obviously saying that his Dao heart was crooked, and he was a crooked mess.

"Senior, I know that your cultivation is higher than mine, but why is my Dao heart crooked, can you give me a reason?"

"I don't even know that my Dao heart is crooked, what reason is there. The old man sneered, as if he had lost his interest in it, and drank sullen wine.

The winter melon-faced monk was stunned on the spot, because of the words of the great sage, he was scared into a lot of cold sweat, he hurriedly apologized to the sloppy old man, and then rushed to the front of the war without hesitation, but soon his figure froze in the void and stopped abruptly.

He stopped, and vaguely heard the sloppy old man saying, "I'm going to help now, it's too late, it's too late." ”

With a few simple words of dialogue, a half-step god realm monk has been controlled by him.

"Why is it too late?" said Winter Melon's eyes widened with rage, and he once again pressed the reason.

"I don't even know why I'm too late, how can I understand why I'm too late?" said the sloppy old man, holding the words of the previous rhetorical question sarcastically.

"You're lying to me, my Dao heart hasn't been ruined at all. ”

"I lied to you just now, but now I must be lying. "The sloppy old man still drank sullenly.

"Poof"

Hearing this, the winter melon-faced monk vomited blood in his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and he understood that he had really hit the iron plate, and the other party's short words had forced him to have no way out. Fortunately, the Great Sage did not continue to speak, otherwise he would have been forever buried with the seeds of destruction by the handwriting in his words today, the Dao heart is crooked, step by step crooked, sometimes the Dao heart is not crooked, but I always think that I want to be crooked, and it is really crooked.

This scene made the people sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight sigh, a half-step god monk just said a few words not to help Wu Heng, and he ended up like this

All Wuheng's enemies began to consciously close their mouths, this old sage has made his position clear, whoever dares to indiscriminately incite, will be good-looking!

"This is the real Dao technique, a few words, comparable to the fatal blow of the Supreme Holy Soldier!" Some people stared at the sloppy old man, praising and chanting.

"Bullshit, that old man used to be a chicken leg seller. But there was a cacophony of praise interspersed with praise.

"Woo......"

Suddenly, the sky changed, the black was a lot, and when I looked up, I found that it was a huge golden beast covering the sky, and the piercing sound must not have been made by this golden beast, and the discerning person knew at a glance that the Jinpeng Great Sage was coming!

Others are afraid of the Jinpeng Great Sage, but it doesn't mean that the sloppy old man will also be afraid, he shouted angrily: "The person sitting on the bird, what's wrong with selling chicken legs before? It's better than you, the birdman!"

"I know that your gluttonous dragon dao soul power is incomparable, but it is not invincible, and my Jinpeng bird can fight. "The Great Sage of Jinpeng was extremely arrogant, threatening to destroy Jinpeng if he sat down.

The sloppy old man knew that he couldn't fight the "birdman", but he still had no fear and said: "Haha, I'm not interested in fighting you, your bird, let's compare with the unicorn." ”

The Jinpeng Great Sage was very sensitive to the word "unicorn", he looked left and right, and asked: "Could it be that the villain on the back of the unicorn is also there?"

"Not only is it here, but it's right at hand. The Chicken Leg Great Sage nodded.

"The villain is not there, but the deity Qilin Great Sage has one. Finally, the Qilin Daoist couldn't help but appear, and his mount Qilin Rui was steaming and roaring, and a pair of golden red trees were full of hostility towards the Dapeng bird.

However, something unexpected happened, and when the Jinpeng Great Sage saw the appearance of the Qilin Daoist, he did not fight as he had done every time they met before, but said in a soothing tone: "I won't fight you today, I just want to see if the little doll's ability can turn the situation around." ”

"Oh, you birdman has changed his temper, and the enemy of thousands of years is in front of you, and you don't even make a fight?" the sloppy old man was surprised and almost dropped the chicken leg in his hand, and exclaimed.

"It's all in vain, so many battles haven't been able to have a win, it's better to rest. "Jinpeng Dasheng said freely.

Qilin Daoren smiled: "Hehe, you can think like this, it's really a historic moment miracle." ”

The Great Sage of Jinpeng couldn't bear it, standing on Jinpeng like a mountain, a pair of eyes penetrating the sea level for more than ten miles, paying attention to the main battlefield.

On the main battlefield ahead, the Terran army was in chaos, fighting and retreating, and the casualties continued to increase.

The most eye-catching is the army of alien griffins, spitting thunder and blue light, shooting down pieces of iron horses, and their combat effectiveness is incomparable, which is simply feared by everyone.

The barbarian king ordered the army to retreat, but one of the main leaders, Wu Heng, did not speak, he actually stood motionless in the void at this time, closed his eyes and recuperated, fortunately there were masters such as Xuehua guarding him, otherwise he would have been stabbed into a hornet's nest by countless blades.

Seeing this, the barbarian king, who had already withdrawn, anxiously said: "Wuheng Xiaoyou, retreat quickly, I know you are unwilling, but you have no choice." ”

Ya Zhihai, who was sitting on the six-shaped and eight-way array, couldn't stand it anymore, and hurriedly urged: "Master, withdraw quickly, otherwise it's too late." ”

"The alien griffin army is too invincible, even the barbarian iron cavalry can't stop it, the general trend is gone, everything is settled, we can't save it, let's withdraw. Countless people have persuaded Wu Heng to retreat quickly, he has become a thorn in the side of many foreign masters, and it is very dangerous to be in such a chaotic army.

Xuehua held a white ice lotus in her hand, blocking the three Tongtian powerhouses who came to attack, the essence consumption was huge, she frowned, and secretly transmitted the sound to Wu Heng a little faster, but the content of the transmission was different from others, everyone wanted to persuade him to retreat, but she said: "Did you borrow the heavenly fire? Why are you so slow?"

The alien army took out the trump card division, Wu Heng naturally couldn't show weakness, and wanted to summon the Flame Heavenly Book to extinguish this "invincible army" that was afraid of fire

However, if he wants to kill tens of thousands of griffins, the heavenly fire he needs has exceeded the limit of the amount he has poured out from his body, so he can only enter the world of the Flame Heavenly Book and seek help from the Fire Clan.

More than half a year ago, the inside of the Flame Heavenly Book was completely new, opening up a new opportunity, and the Fire Beast Commander said that a new Fire Clan would be born here, so he went to the Heavenly Book World to find the Fire Clan for help, and it was only a few minutes, but the scene had already burned his eyebrows, making Xuehua feel as if he had been in a hurry for a long few years.

Yes......

In the wailing of the barbarian iron horsemen, when thousands of soldiers had fallen, Wu Heng's closed eyes suddenly opened.

Finding that Wu Heng had woken up, Xuehua knew that his Yuan Shen had walked out of the Flame Heavenly Book World, and hurriedly asked, "How is the situation?"

Wu Heng said with a look of joy on his face: "The Fire Clan said that if it weren't for the Heavenly Books I awakened, there would be no them, and it is naturally incumbent on me to help in the battle." ”

Immediately, he put away his joyful expression, and with a grasp of his right hand out of thin air, he summoned an ancient book burning with purple flames.

"Whoa!"

When a gust of wind blew, the catalog of ancient books burning with purple flames was opened, and pages of paper turned into sparks and floated in the air, and then turned into fire beasts armed with swords and axes, they were densely packed together, pouring out in piles, and confronted the army of tens of thousands of alien griffins.

At this moment, both the human race and the alien race have changed color, how did this technique of sprinkling beans into a soldier evolve?

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