In the old days, outside the south city wall, a paper kite danced with the white clouds, when the eyes were opened and the dream woke up, the line in the hand was broken, the paper kite went north with the wind, and the mountains and seas of the south city were all dry.

When I opened my eyes and looked overhead, the two blood moons outside the sky were floating and sinking, and the past was like an old dream in the world, vividly in my mind. Gently stroking the hilt of the sword, as if once again hooking the green silk in the hands of the past, ashamed.

The deserted city is windy and sand again, and under the afterglow of the blood moon, the dense mosquito-like crawling heavenly demons can be seen vaguely, and the sound of rustling is endless, and it has become a mountain, covering the gravel and quietly stationed thousands of meters away.

The Dead City of the Desolate Star is a world of its own in the starry sky, and the heart of the inner city is a platform for the ascension to and from the mortal world. But so that there is a saint in the world, and do not let the heavenly demons pass over the city.

There is a Confucian scholar, a scroll of green shirts fluttering, holding a golden book in his hand, and the spirit behind him lasts forever. There is a criminal officer of the Legalist family, the big knife is scarlet with a beheading knife around his waist, he is not close to him, he is not very noble or cheap, he is broken by the law, and there is never a soul under the knife. There is the only heir of the Yin and Yang family, wearing the five elements of Yin and Yang, the cycle of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, which fits the arrangement of the heavens and stars, and grasps all things in the world. There is a famous family salute saint, with the world's name in mind, the left hanging short sword contract is different, and the long sword is hanging away from the white. There are vertical and horizontal families plotting holy ghost valleys, and the disciples of the two factions are in charge of the war in the world.

Where are the hundred schools of thought? This place awaits death.

The extraterritorial heavenly demons shouted one after another, and the roars came and went, making people's scalps tingle. As a newly ascended demi-saint, Yeye was not qualified to stand outside the city wall for a while, so he could only temporarily retreat in the city, waiting for the battle to stalemate, before he could go all out. In the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly, and any small variable will become the key to determining the victory or defeat of the whole game.

In the past, there were no walls to defend the hundreds of schools, relying on the lives of saints, the small variables created by them have persisted to this day, and the desolate star dead city stands on top of the corpses of saints.

Soldiers, Taoists, martial artists in the world, hundreds of yuan babies are extremely outstanding outside the city wall, iron armor, cold sword.

A galaxy is shining under his feet, and on the other side is an inexhaustible number of extraterritorial heavenly demons. They are all front-line soldiers, life and death are just a splash in an instant, and the moment the two armies collide, there will be people around them who will continue to fall.

They had long been accustomed to this kind of killing, cold as dust. I never asked who was standing next to me, what was my name, or where my hometown was. They don't want to know, because they don't dare to know, because once they know and are familiar, especially those who have survived several wars, and can be called Taoist friends, they are too precious and fragile.

At the end of each battle, there would be fewer people they knew, and their fanatical heartbeats would be a little colder, until there would be no more acquaintances, until there would be no more blood. I don't know which one is the next one, when I am exhausted, at the last moment of my life, it turns into a bright firework, emitting a fleeting light, lighting up a moment of light for the dead and dim sky.

The world can only vaguely see the meteor falling.

A stream of pitch-black wolf smoke rose from behind everyone without wind, and the strange wolf smoke leaked scarlet teeth like life, and the ethereal fireworks became more and more massive under a heavy footstep.

Wearing blood armor and a bloody helmet, the white cangqi stepped step by step. The burly body as hard as iron seemed to carry the weight of thousands of people, and with each step of the foot, the Death Star Desert City would shake for a minute, and everyone's hearts would leap like a war drum. Until he stopped dozens of meters outside the city wall, a group of saints and soldiers turned back in unison, staring at the human slaughter who had brought them countless legends with burning eyes.

Oh no, it should be called, Slaughter.

Bai Cangqi pulled out the Cangxi on his waist, the long river of time fell from the sky, replacing the galaxy under his feet, thousands of horses stepped through the ice river ghost mansion, the ghost fire burned, the faint blood flag fluttered, and the blood soul generals who turned into heroic spirits, followed by the generals who were all robes before and after death, and stepped on the starry sky together.

Tu Sheng raised his arms and shouted: "Today, I will let the depths of the starry sky know what human slaughter is." ”

Behind him, the thousands of troops shouted in unison, shocking the four directions, the starry sky trembled, and tens of thousands of extraterritorial heavenly demons suddenly fell silent.

Tu Sheng asked, "I have the Blood Soul Night Armor, full of murderous aura, what should I do?" ”

Behind him, the thousand troops responded, and the voice spread all over the sky: "Draw the knife, fight to the death." ”

The knife is out of the sheath, and the murderous spirit is cold

After a moment of dead silence, Tu Shengbai Cangqi took the lead and led thousands of troops to kill ten thousand demons. On the city wall, the nine great saints stood at the same time, immediately following the slaughter saints.

Over the past 10,000 years, hundreds of schools of thought have gone forward and succeeded, and they have never been so arrogant.

The three hundred soldiers spat out a vicious breath, went crazy, made a ruthless mistake, and rushed into the thousands of armies without stopping. The Walking Dead had blood in their hearts, and joined forces with the Netherworld Pawns to tear apart the tide of heavenly demons outside the domain like sharp knives, cutting them for fifty miles.

Wang Mingyang, the sage of yin and yang, the five elements on his robe came out, turning into a cliff of gold and stone, a plate of wood lingering, a tornado of water, a sea of fire towering to the sky, and a mountain of earth and mountains, thrown into the demon tide, smashing countless heavenly demons and tearing the battlefield. There was an inconspicuous holy demon mixed in the group of heavenly demons, squeezed to the front, turned into a hundred-meter towering giant, rushed out of the sea of fire with a brutal body, stepped on the two earth mountains with the soles of his feet, and held up the wooden disk in his hands. The god of all powers of the heavenly court, the djinn.

The criminal officer of the Legalist shouted: "It's good to come." ”

In his heart, he said to Wang Mingyang: "Just use the magic to do it, I will kill this person." ”

The ghost head knife on his waist turned into a hundred meters long and beheaded the giant spirit god. The giant spirit roared, and the boundless power in his palm burst out, throwing out a hundred-meter-long wooden lingering disk, knocking the ghost-headed broadsword to the side. A single fist rolled up a hurricane and landed on the head of the criminal officer. The water tornado climbed up to the waist of the giant spirit god like a dragon, and countless laws diffused, freezing a thin layer of ice on the giant spirit's body, firmly locking the giant spirit's actions. The criminal officer smiled hideously, the ghost-headed broadsword turned into the body, and a river of blood flowing from the head of the unforgivable person behind him wrapped one person and one knife, "Those who see alone are clear, and those who listen alone are smart." Those who can make decisions can be the lord of the world. ”

A nasolabial fold is on the blade of the knife, and as soon as it is cut out, it is a thousand miles away.

The djinn broke his legs together and fell to his knees.

Confucian Confucian Confucius tore off a page from the golden book of his life, and the text jumped out and turned into three million jade dragons, and the scales and remnants of armor flew all over the sky. A page of gold paper turned into a cover covering the sky, suppressing the half of the djinn. The wooden screen plate and the golden paper went up and down, refining the body of the giant spirit like a grinding plate.

As soon as the great war broke out, the Holy Demon Djinn was already in a place of mortality. The tide of ten thousand demons collapsed like a mountain, and wherever the blood soul army flag passed, it was seen that there were wreckage and broken bones everywhere.

Bai Cang rushed to kill the land of thousands of miles in one breath, pierced the Heavenly Demon, turned around and walked to the right, and led the thousands of troops to step on the Ten Thousand Horses again, until all the Heavenly Demons who came this time were crushed into white bones before stopping.

Usually a few days of siege battles have been resolved in just half an hour, and the depths of the starry sky have been defeated, not only tens of thousands of heavenly demons have all died, but even the holy realm heavenly demons have one person died, but unfortunately the rest of the holy demons are afraid and dare not show up.

Deep in the stars? Just go deeper.

Wherever my people slaughter, whether you are a foreign beast, an ancient demon or an extraterritorial heavenly demon, they all stand thousands of miles away.

The Holy Slaughter slowly returned to the city, and where he passed, the Yin soldiers and ghost soldiers who were still killing in the last second returned to the sheath of the sword in the next second, and the military posture was majestic, and the steps did not enter the body of the Holy Slaughter.

All the saints turned sideways and bowed to see the Holy Slaughter return to the city.

Everyone along the way was silent, no one dared to bother, Bai Cangqi sat quietly in the room, took off his armor, took off his helmet and hung it on the wall.

There is no more pot of hot tea at hand.