Prior to this, the Seven Star Mountain Range was a mountain range with broken roots, and under the control of external forces, although this mountain range that was carried by Fu Lux and the mountain-moving artifact landed, it never regenerated its roots, so this mountain range had no aura at all, let alone luck.

Although Red Candle Town was once a corner of the imperial capital of the previous dynasty, the high platform of the former empire has become a waste, the mountains and rivers are broken, and there is no inheritance of luck that can be continued for a long time.

Although the Moray Temple is close to it, although the incense is prosperous, after all, there is an old master who can sit in it with the manpower and the shoulders of the scales, and he is naturally extremely strict about the control and collection of luck, so it is impossible for this area to have luck flowing in it.

From this, it can be seen that this area is actually isolated from the rest of the world in the true sense.

According to common sense, there are so many people with good luck in this barren area of luck all of a sudden, and the region that no longer has any spiritual spirit to speak of should not be able to accommodate this majestic and chaotic luck, and it should have shown a trend of mountains and rivers being squeezed and broken a long time ago. But unexpectedly, this area is very stable, as if it has not been affected by these majestic luck.

The convergence of cultural fortunes, the flow of martial fortunes, and the incense flowing from the Taoist masters, the luck in this region is like a hodgepodge, and all of them flow out in an instant. But even so, this region still does not have the luck that can dominate, although the cultural luck is the strongest at this time, but it is far from being able to dominate or change the degree of luck of one party.

There should be something strange about this, as if there is an invisible invisible hand, quietly grabbing those overflowing luck, so that this luck is always in a state of balance.

The whole process was silent, and it didn't even attract anyone's attention, just robbing those overflowing luck in such a grand manner.

Yin Hong had already broken into the calligraphy and painting calligraphy scattered in the air alone, and the oppression of the literary movement was extremely strong, and Yin Hong was in it, as if the sea was pouring over his head.

Looking at Zhang Tier, who also broke into the territory of Wenyun, his body is smooth, his breath is round and natural, and he is not suppressed by Wenyun in this region at all.

Zhang Ti'er was able to do this, not completely relying on the result of the young national teacher opening this place to him, although this cultural movement was temporarily controlled by the young national teacher, but he couldn't do it to let Zhang Ti'er shuttle it easily, at most he could only weaken the cultural luck to the greatest extent possible to weaken the constraints of the cultural movement on him, after all, the civil and military luck has always been a long-cherished enemy.

The main reason why Zhang Tier was able to swim in the cultural movement was because of his background.

The reason why he said that his martial arts was born against the general trend is because this martial arts was born in the imperial capital city that was coerced by Wenyun, he has been wandering between various contexts since he was a child, and most of what he hears in his ears are Taiping articles, and more people around him are not martial arts, but Wenyun, so his adaptability to Wenyun is much higher than that of most military warriors.

Once in the imperial capital, there was a speculation that circulated among many old masters and scholars.

If the royal family allows him to seize the luck of the imperial capital, then not only will all the martial arts in the imperial capital be devoured by him, even if it is Wenyun, Zhang Tier can also refine it and use it for his own use.

Given the relationship between civilian, military, and fortune-loving enemies, this is actually a very terrifying speculation.

If one day in the future, when the troubled times are rising again, in order to promote the royal family's strong military movement, Zhang Tier will undoubtedly be the first choice.

Once instructed by the royal family, this military general will become a nightmare for thousands of scholars.

With his compatible luck, it is enough to slaughter thousands of scholars in the imperial capital by himself!

Zhang Tier's background against the general trend determines that he has a kind of suppressive effect when he fights against scholars.

When the young general swept into the literary fortune created by the calligraphy and painting calligraphy, those calligraphy and painting calligraphy that were originally scattered like stars hanging in the sky seemed to be stirred, and they moved slowly.

The cultural movement, which was originally calm like a pool of stagnant water, also followed the flow, like a spring that was suddenly dug up, bubbling outwards with flowing cultural movement.

After this terrifying scene emerged, Yin Hong, who could still advance slowly in the literary movement, was unable to move an inch at this time, his body was as if he was being swept up by a torrent, and there was a faint posture of being swept across.

At this time, Yin Hong waded in the turbulent river, not only was it difficult, but he could also be swept away by the turbulent Wenyun if he was not careful.

Zhang Tier was in the turbulent Wenyun, the sweeping figure was also stagnant, although he has a body that can be compatible with the Wenyun, but in the final analysis, he is still a martial artist, shuttling back and forth in the Wenyun, it is impossible not to be affected in the slightest.

But Zhang Ti'er's figure is obviously much faster than Yin Hong, and Zhang Ti'er, who came first, has already caught up with Yin Hong in a few moves, and the moment the two staggered, Zhang Ti'er suddenly turned his head, smiled, and secretly brewed a punch that directly hit Yin Hong's shoulder.

This powerful punch directly smashed Yin Hong dozens of feet away, Yin Hong, who was originally able to maintain balance in Wenyun, after receiving this punch, almost moved his whole body, and his backward sliding figure could no longer stand under the washing of Wenyun, and slid out of the space shrouded by Wenyun all the way along the diffusion direction of Wenyun.

Yin Hong looked angry, raised his eyes to look at Zhang Ti'er, who was heading straight for the fragments of the divine soul, and his eyes actually rolled out of murderous intent.

From beginning to end, Zhang Ti'er failed to inspire Yin Hong's killing intent, but at this moment, the killing intent in Yin Hong's body was surging in his chest.

The blood that burned before the battle was finally stimulated again, and the hot battle intent rolled out from the body uncontrollably, and the golden battle armor that fit the body became stronger and stronger under the support of the battle intent, and the bulging muscles of the body were as shocking as clusters of gold bumps under the glorious light of the golden armor.

Yin Hong beckoned from afar, and a bloody spear shot into his hand.

The name of the blood spear is Slaughter, and this name has a good story. In the years when Yin Hong's initial expedition, there was a small country relying on the steep terrain, stubbornly defending the royal city without surrendering, the Li army attacked several times to no avail, and finally Yin Hong held a gun and hung alone on the royal city, sacrificing a shot from heaven and man, after a shot fell, the Baili royal city became a ruin in an instant, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the city, including the princes and nobles, did not survive.

Yin Hong became famous in that battle, which made the people of the world frightened.

Since then, Yin Hong has embarked on the path of a peerless general, and this blood spear has also been named Slaughter City.

Later, it is said that the royal city became a small ancient battlefield with a gloomy wind, and many soldiers and warriors often visited here in later generations, hoping to get a glimpse of Yin Hong's style of that gun.

With a gun in hand, he is an invincible and invincible peerless general.

Yin Hong held the majestic slaughter of the city, arrogant, and invincible.

He raised his spear like a spear, and stabbed it at the flowing Wenyun.

The continuous trend of cultural movement was pierced with a huge gap, like a piece of fabric being cut by a tailor's knife.

Just a shot that was inconspicuous in the weather pierced this piece of cultural movement that absolutely overwhelmed this region.

After Wenyun was cut, Yin Hong rushed along the crack like a road, and the slaughter city in his hand was still held high, heading straight to Zhang Tier's back.

At the same time, the wooden armor soldier standing on the mountainside ejected and followed Yin Hong.

Thousands of Mukuren soldiers crossed the border like fierce beasts, and advanced along the Wenyun rift as if they had broken through the enemy's defensive line.

Zhang Ti'er, who was frantically sweeping forward, noticed an irresistible raging flame behind him, and the whole person was shocked, such a mighty momentum was not the only one he had seen in his life, but it was the first time in his life that he had such close contact, this terrifying oppression was like a hurricane rolling at the tip of his heart, constantly tearing the heart in his chest.

He froze his body and turned to look back.

Yin Hong actually tore through the rich Wenyun, and stabbed straight at his chest with a violent blood spear.

The air flow brought by Yin Hong smashed straight like a waterfall, and Zhang Ti'er's breathing became a little difficult for a while.

However, the current situation was too critical, Zhang Ti'er didn't have time to adjust his breathing, his hands shook, and two pure black air masses condensed in his palms, and the black air masses were like two small storms, spinning and tearing, like devouring eyes from hell.

The hands turned out and crossed over the chest, in order to resist the fatal shot urged by Yin Hong.

Tu Cheng stabbed Zhang Ti'er's palm without any accident, and the powerful penetrating force pierced Zhang Ti'er's palm, fortunately, at this time, Zhang Ti'er's flesh was fused with a hundred ghost runes, and the toughness was far beyond that of ordinary body refiners, otherwise this shot would definitely pierce his heart.

Tu Cheng picked out a bloody hole in Zhang Tier's chest, and the scar was so deep that Sen Sen's ribs could be seen.

The young general was extremely painful, and the next moment he shook his palm fiercely, pulled his palm away from the blood spear, clenched his fist again, smashed it on the blade of the gun, and smashed the blood spear and Yin Hong to pull away his body.

Zhang Ti'er took a quick look at his palm, then pressed his palm and rubbed it gently, and the broken black air mass squirmed like flesh and blood, completely filling the blood hole in the young general's palm.

Yin Hong was beaten by Zhang Tier for a distance, and he wanted to raise his gun to attack again.

There is a roadblock between Yin Hong and the broken soul Zhang Ti'er, if you want to get close to and collect the fragments of the divine soul, you must first deal with Zhang Ti'er.

After Zhang Tier repaired the palm, the palm did not return to its original white color, but was as black as wearing a pair of black leather gloves, and at the same time, there were black tobacco threads around it.

Zhang Ti'er glanced at the mountain and rock in the distance without a trace, where the halberd he was holding was still nailed in the mountain stone, Zhang Ti'er's heart moved slightly, and he wanted to control the halberd back in his hand, but unexpectedly, the halberd seemed to have taken root, just trembling, and there was no sign of falling off from the mountain stone.

It was only at this time that Zhang Tier noticed the strangeness of the rocky land.

Could it be that this ancient battlefield is about to wake up?!

Zhang Ti'er, who had no success in controlling the euphorbia, temporarily gave up the recall of the euphorbia, and with a flick of his wrists with both hands, an illusory black euphorbia appeared in his hand.

Yin Hong laughed, put away the slaughter of the city, and faced the enemy with his bare hands and fists.

Zhang Ti'er stepped on the void and jumped high, jumped up like a swallow, brandished the virtual halberd and slashed towards Yin Hong, Yin Hong suddenly faced him, and used his gilded palm as a knife to cut off the illusory halberd that slashed down.

After the halberd broke, Zhang Tier did not condense again, and seemed to take the method of attacking with fists.

Bare hands are the most popular attack method of body refiners, simple and crude, without fancy, and extremely lethal.

At this moment, the two generally chose the most primitive way of attack and killing, almost tacitly.

Yin Hong chose this way because of his violent and unrivaled battle intent, and his hearty punches are undoubtedly the best means of catharsis of battle intent.

Zhang Ti'er relied on this talisman cast in the flesh and the puppet army, and the puppet army could give him a steady stream of support at this point in time, because the ancient battlefield ruins were about to wake up!

Zhang Ti'er shouted violently, and the puppet legion moved in response, and a flood-like power stirred the void and poured into Zhang Ti'er's body, although Zhang Ti'er was not a body refiner at this time, but the body blessed by the puppet army was comparable to a grandmaster-level body refiner.

The young general felt the force that almost broke the bones of his body, and the hero became emboldened, he shook his palm stiffly, and a fist exploded with an invincible force.

The muscular power of Yin Hong's body exploded outward, and the ripples of power that spread out were visible to the naked eye, shattering the surrounding Wenyun.

Whistling fists floated out in the dark night, and the wind of fists hunted like a strong wind through a valley.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them each punched each other.

The fist gang collided with the fist wind, exploded, and when the blast-like air flow hit Yin Hong's golden armor, there was a sharp sound of gold and iron scraping, which shows how domineering the power of the two fists is.

Zhang Ti'er's chest was firmly punched by Yin Hong, the blood in his chest was churning, and blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth.

His erratic aura that was erratic like a black gauze cloak was mostly dispersed by Yin Hong.

Yin Hong was also uncomfortable, and a fist mark appeared on the strong gold armor at this time, and the fist mark was extremely complete, as if it was hollowed out and carved on the gold armor.

Fortunately, this pair of gold armor is not ordinary, but is made of living gold, and its plasticity and defensive power are extremely amazing.

Zhang Ti'er also shook her body, and the black smoke swirled around her body again.

The two exchanged fists again, golden light and black shadows appeared alternately, flickering like light, and the waves of qi exploded outward one after another, forming a chaotic wind belt in the mountains.

The two were beating each other in the air, like wild dogs biting, and the road was wild.

After a hundred punches, Yin Hong's majestic battle intent was beaten to pieces, and it floated scattered on the flesh. The gilded armor resembles a piece of scrap metal struck by a sledgehammer, uneven.

Zhang Tier's clothes were in tatters, hanging on her body, swaying in the wind. From Zhang Ti'er's bare skin, you can see the shocking, dense cracks of the muscles like cobweb runes, which are not like sword cuts, but as if they were torn by human hands, like the surface of the ground cracked by drying, winding.

At this time, Zhang Ti'er's body was like a porcelain vase with dense broken lines, and his blood flowed and ooped along the twisted and cracked muscle cracks, like a river of blood flowing between the mountains and ravines.

Zhang Ti'er carefully took a breath of cold air, if it didn't hurt, it would definitely be false, even the most pain-prone body refiner couldn't be indifferent when faced with this kind of injury.

He shook his body slightly, and a puff of black smoke curled up from his body, but as soon as the black smoke swept out of his body, he retracted and swam along the surface of his body, and then he saw a scene like making zongzi.

The black tobacco is as slender as an ink fountain rope, covering Zhang Tier's whole body, tightening and wrapping those cracked muscles, and the muscle cracks are slowly retracted under the action of black tobacco.

It hurts, but in this exchange of punches with Yin Hong, Zhang Tier can be said to have the absolute upper hand. This is the uniqueness of the Hundred Ghost Runes, although he does not have the strong defensive power of the armor, but the healing power of the runes after the flesh is cast is extremely amazing, as long as he can eat and stop the pain, the body can return to the peak again in a short time.

After Zhang Ti'er finished patching up the muscles, she looked at Yin Hong with a weird smile on her face.

Just now, Yin Hong's fist intent was fierce, completely relying on that fighting intent to support, and now the battle intent has been beaten by Zhang Tier, coupled with his injured soul, and at the same time suffered from the suppression of the ancient battlefield, Yin Hong at this time can be said to have completely subsided.

Yin Hong twisted his neck, took off his golden armor, revealing a pair of loose muscles, his chest had collapsed, obviously his ribs had been broken, and his body was covered in blue and red fist prints like colorful tattoos.

This shining golden armor has been deformed, and wearing it on the body will not do much good, but will also hinder the physique, so Yin Hong did not hesitate to remove the armor.

Zhang Ti'er smiled, pointed to the wooden armor soldiers who were eating away at Wenyun and said, "General Yin, do you want to compete in the battle formation again?"

Yin Hong said expressionlessly: "The villain has a will." ”

Zhang Ti'er spread her hands noncommittally, "Then you have to die." ”

After saying that, a surging power suddenly churned on his arm like a river, and this power came from the puppet army.

On the arms, the muscles are all beating together, and the power in the muscles is breaking through the muscles and expanding outward, but Zhang Ti'er is relying on the restraining force of the rune to suppress the power of the outward expansion.

Obviously, Zhang Ti'er was accumulating strength, condensing all the power from the puppet army on his arm, and he wanted to end Yin Hong's life with this invincible punch.

Yin Hong's complexion changed slightly, and the aura of that power was too majestic, as if it would explode at any time. His face became solemn, and the golden liquid oozed out of his flesh, forming a trickle of crazy water around his body.

This trickle is too sharp, and people can't find out whether it is spiritual power or essence power for a while.

But in the next moment, Zhang Ti'er could be sure that it was not spiritual power, but Yin Hong's unique essence power!

Because a heat wave came to the face in an instant, like a hot air flow on a dog day.

The power of the burning essence!

The next moment, the golden flames jumped up, and at this time, Yin Hong was like a burning golden sculpture, and the hot masculine power burned through the cold yin aura and spread outward.

The mountains are like spirits, and they shake incessantly, and the rocks roll down the steep slopes, and the sound of the rocks is like the wailing of the mountains.

The darkness was illuminated by burning gold, and the mountains were covered with golden light, like a great sun rising from the valley.

It's terrifying.

Yin Hong's eyes were like burning golden pills, and he looked at Zhang Ti'er, his voice was like a god, "Don't you want to refine this ancient battlefield site?"

Then he suddenly handed Zhang Ti'er a punch of golden light.

"Then I'll send you into the ruins of the ancient battlefield!"

Zhang Tier faced the fist gang like a golden river, his heart was terrified, and he waved his arm to block.

The golden river washed down, directly engulfing Zhang Tier, and the golden river was as smart as a fairy's nepot, enveloping Zhang Tier into the three mountains.

The golden river runs through the mountains, disappearing like a golden dragon entering the sea, and Zhang Tier also disappeared without a trace.