Nine thousand years at the end. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Skyscraper.

A very important city in the graveyard of the gods, it was once a bridgehead against the army of the Void Hell. The city wall made of the hardest stone is 100 meters thick and 10,000 feet high, so it is called the city of skyscrapers.

The original blue-green wall, dyed blood-red by blood, soaked in the stone, because the era of establishment is too long, during which several wars baptized this lonely city again and again, part of the wall began to fall off, the lime that fell off was blood-colored, and the newly exposed wall was still blood-colored. Beneath the city walls are piles of white bones, carrying the weight of history and the heaviness of war.

At this time, in this blood-soaked castle, there were rows of neat practice rooms, black iron doors were hidden, and waves of energy fluctuations overflowed from the cracks in the doorway, and the soldiers were trying to improve their strength, in order to have more chances of survival in the upcoming battle.

On the huge martial arts training ground, at this time, there were about 10,000 black-armored soldiers, neat and orderly, and the battle array was like a cloud. Although the aura is restrained, the bloodthirstiness and fearlessness that can only be disguised after experiencing the edge of life and death, they stand like this, but also silent, as majestic as a mountain, like a tiger ready to attack.

The martial arts training ground paved with Xuangang stone blocks has experienced the baptism of many battles of the gods, and only left slight traces on its surface, and now this black-armored soldier from the Hongmeng Gate of Xuanyuan Shenzhou is receiving the general's lecture before the final battle.

They are just passers-by here, and after this battle, maybe someone will stay forever and become one of the bones under the skyscraper; Perhaps someone survived the battle and returned with the army to their homeland after a decade-long absence.

In the primeval catastrophe, the Hanhai Universe won by luck at a painful price, sealing the spatial passage located in the endless abyss, but the invaders from the Void Prison have not completely evacuated, and the Void Hells spirits left in the Hanhai Universe are almost all hidden in the graveyard of the gods, and there is no shortage of strong people. At that time, the Hanhai Universe could not organize a powerful army to exterminate them, the most difficult thing was the space evil spirits, they were able to create small spaces, even the strong were difficult to find the specific location of these small spaces, and there were many Void Hell armies left in the small space. And there are a lot of small spaces in the space around the graveyard of the gods.

As a last resort, the Three Immortals who cast the Reincarnation Silence Annihilation Array completely sealed the cemetery of the gods and the space around it with their last strength, but in this space, not only did the Void Hell and the Hanhai Universe fight with all their strength here, but also the peak powerhouses Feng Xi and the Tyrant both fell here. There was too much Yuan Force bombardment here, so that the space here was extremely unstable, and there were many space countercurrents, space storms, and many space debris and black holes that devoured everything. Every five hundred years, that is, a great century of reincarnation in the Hanhai Universe, all the space of the Hanhai Universe is in an unstable state, and this state lasts for ten years. The advent of the new century has both advantages and disadvantages. The good thing is that the inheritance of many fallen powerhouses has been born, the most eye-catching of which belongs to the emperors of the gods; The disadvantage is that the space of the graveyard of the gods will be more unstable, the seal is basically in a state of invalidity, and the small space created by many space evil spirits is basically nowhere to hide, only the super strong creator can ensure that the space he creates is not discovered, and at the same time, the stronger the strength, the greater the space for creation. But the space outside the graveyard of the gods is countercurrent, and the space storm is also more rapid and powerful. Many of the remaining Hellish Spirits would have to die in the graveyards of the gods unless the spatial passage was opened again.

Due to Feng Xi's decisiveness, the cemetery of the gods was banished to the sky above the Endless Abyss, and it was hundreds of millions of miles away from Xuanyuan Divine Prefecture, the Savage Continent, the Dark Demon County, and the land of all living beings, so the spatial anomaly at the turn of the century did not have much impact on the Hanhai Universe. Moreover, the spatial teleportation arrays leading to the graveyards of the gods are all in the hands of the top sects on each continent.

However, the tragedy of the primeval catastrophe is still fresh in people's memories, in order to prevent the development and growth of the Void Hell Evil Spirit in the Graveyard of the Gods, before the turn of each century, all the top sects on the continent will call on the warriors of the continent to form an army and go to the Graveyard of the Gods to conquer the Void Hell Evil Spirit. Because the spatial teleportation arrays were in an extremely unstable state during the ten years of the turn of the century, and the space was full of spatial countercurrents, they could only enter the graveyard of the gods in advance. Therefore, these crusaders cannot quit halfway, and if they fight, they will live, and if they retreat, they will die! There is no third option.

This kind of five-hundred-year war assembly, known as the War of the Gods, is not only a weakening of the Void Hell Spirit, but also a baptism of blood for the warriors of the Hanhai Universe, however, the strongest of the strong who go to the graveyard of the gods can only be the realm of the Nine Rank Supreme, due to the space problem of the cemetery of the gods, the strong of the realm of the gods cannot gain a foothold here at all, the light one is swept into the countercurrent of space, and it is possible to survive, and the serious one is to fall into the black hole and die for a lifetime.

Gradually, the battle of the gods has also started many times, and many bases of the Hanhai universe have been established in the graveyard of the gods, and Skyscraper City is one of them.

At noon, the huge war drums on both sides of the martial arts training ground began to sound, from slow to fast, from crisp to thick, and the sound shook the hearts of every soldier. The sound of drums resounded in the sky and shook in all directions!

The fiery red battle flag painted with the word "Chu" stood in the center of the square, hanging high, flying in the wind, and hunting, as if it was marching for this lion.

"Tell me, brave soldiers of my people, what is your mission?" A majestic and powerful voice came from the stone platform in front of the martial arts training ground, resounding throughout the martial arts training ground.

All the black-armored soldiers looked at the high platform in unison, their eyes showing adoration.

On the high platform, is the head of the seven sons of Chumen, Chu Tiancheng, who was canonized as a holy king. The noble purple dragon pattern plus the battle armor, the blood-red cloak, and the iconic Flowing Cloud Combat Boots set off its extraordinary majesty.

His gaze grimly swept over the army, the last battle of the ten-year war, and the one destined to be the most tragic. He wanted to make a note of each soldier's face. Whenever his gaze met the fiery gaze of the soldier, he would smile slightly, and his gaze would change from grim to encouraging.

"Protect Hanhai! Fight the gods of war! Peace Mission! Glory even though you die! Ha! Ha! Ha! Every soldier on the martial arts training ground shouted out their glorious mission loudly, and the blood of 10,000 people swore an oath of blood, which converged into a powerful torrent of fighting spirit and resounded through Xuanyu.

……

Three times in a row, the blood of each soldier was stimulated, as if it came from the roar of the ancients, so full of power and charm.

Chu Tiancheng nodded with satisfaction, this army that had experienced the baptism of blood and pain with him, the black-armored army led by himself, the Holy King, had already formed an inseparable brotherhood with him. watched grow step by step, constantly getting stronger, falling down and stubbornly getting up, but more Chu family soldiers fell permanently and made great sacrifices for the sacred cause. He hoped that everyone would leave alive, but the 50,000 black-armored troops he brought at the beginning were now less than 10,000. Alas, it's just that people are sentient, and war is merciless!

The war drums of "Tong Tong ......" have never stopped.

The final battle is coming!!

(To be continued,,,)