Zhang Lingdao actually felt a pungent fishy smell long ago, if the smell of blood was annoying, then such a fishy smell made people feel nauseous and even vomited.

This thing, which seems to have been transformed into substance, even into a concept, has completely become a kind of breath that spreads in the air and can bring fear to people.

Zhang Lingdao didn't look back when he heard the sound of vomiting coming from his ears, one after another, in addition to these top masters, many people under his hands invariably began to vomit.

Zhang Lingdao immediately stopped his hand and asked them to sit down and rest, it was not that he was unwilling to march in a hurry and walked directly in front of the enemy, if he really walked in front of others in such a state, I am afraid that this is to deliver food to others.

Zhang Lingdao did not doubt at all that those enemies must be waiting for them somewhere, and when he himself ventured through the rivers and lakes, he might encounter enemies one level at a time, waiting for them to rush over and destroy them in waves.

After all, these characters in the rivers and lakes are dignified, and it is impossible for them to do such a faceless thing, although many people think that this way is stupid, but since it is the rule in the rivers and lakes, they will let it go.

But Zhang Lingdao would never think that these guys with advanced intelligence, in the battle 600 years ago, could use such a brutal and efficient invasion method, and they would suddenly lose their minds at this time, divided into ladders one by one, waiting for them to break through, if they really want to layer the ladder like this, then the result is probably just to disperse their strength so that they can be broken one by one.

Zhang Lingdao knew very clearly that time was on their side, and the existence of the True Martial Emperor, a true god, brought him very strong confidence.

And although these demons have great power and absolute late stage, because of the demon who supports them behind them, they have long been unaware of where they are pulled by the power from the root.

Zhang Lingdao didn't believe that he could transmit some information through the endless world space again, he had written the name of this Moro in private, but he only got a trace of feedback, and there was no longer the phenomenon of power projection before.

Zhang Lingdao wants to ensure that everyone's combat effectiveness is maintained, now this power is already the largest force that this world can consider, if there is no external spiritual power or other power support, the level of this power will inevitably decline like in the previous life, and finally drop to the point that all the strangeness and power do not exist, leaving only the unique fundamental physical science.

Therefore, they are standing at the gate of this Ten Thousand Snow Caves, looking at these things in front of them from afar, looking at them slowly, they may not be particularly familiar with them, but at least there are such things in the memory of everyone in this world.

Wanxue Cave is a thing that has existed in the world for more than 600 years, and it has come to this world before the Tang Dynasty at the earliest, and the information collected by Zhang Lingdao even shows that some of the pavilions here have existed even more than a thousand years, that is to say, before a thousand years, this place has been a place where people have existed.

It's just that in this thousand years, even the Xiaoice River on the entire Central Plains has occurred 2~3 times, and all the weather environment has changed because of this, and thousands of years ago, Qinchuan, a snow-capped mountain, was an extremely fertile plateau.

So Zhang Lingdao raised his head and looked at the building in front of him from afar, and was a little obsessed and fanatical for a while, such towering city walls and pavilions, I am afraid that in that era, when this place was still called the land of Guanzhong, it was one of the most powerful passes of the Grand Dynasty at that time!

Just when his heart was surging and his spirit was uplifted, a beautiful voice slowly came into his ears, such a voice was so evil and weird, as if the banshee's song was like an evil whisper, so lingering in everyone's ears.

They all knew that at this moment the battle had really begun, and they needed to find a way to stand up to these evil whispers, starting from these ancient walls, along the already rugged and snow-covered valley paths, to the weight of evil that had already held on to them, to destroy them completely, and to restore peace and tranquility to the world.

Although the idea is good, it is not so easy to execute, such a sound is enough to make at least 1/5 of the people present completely lose their combat effectiveness, and 3/5 of the people only have enough power left to protect themselves, only those who have really come to the grandmaster and above, and all of them have sublimated their combat power, can really move freely in this area.

Zhang Lingdao didn't want things to turn out like this, with a wave of his hand, those who were already ready to do it at any time gradually began their own actions.

Among the Eight Desolations, there are not many people who rely on music to eat, but it just so happens that among these people from overseas, there is such a real top music and rhythm master!

The previous supreme master of music and rhythm, relying on his deep internal strength, rescued everyone from it, and also turned it into the power of everyone, so that the people between the angry people had some more strange power.

At the moment when Zhang Lingdao waved his hand, a group of people dressed in blue and white clothes, light and quiet, each of them was filled with a clear and beautiful color that was different from the others, and this group of people was also the only group of people who were not affected except for the top masters.

The people of the Overseas Flower Shifting Palace, they have a different kind of martial arts from the ordinary Shifting Flower Palace, that is, those martial arts of the Central Plains Shifting Flower Palace, they were born on the surface of the sea, and almost half of their years have been spent in the ocean, and this illusory tone has long been what they are left over.

Standing in front of them was Su Shuanghua, the chief manager of the Shifting Flower Palace, who had saved everyone in danger before, and Tang Qingfeng had already changed out of the clothes of the Tang Sect on his body at some point, and had already thrown aside the clothes of the Water Dragon Yin he was wearing before, and changed into a quiet white costume of the palace master of the Shifting Flower Palace, and also stood beside them with a flute made of something that seemed to be made of gold and jade, and slowly raised his hand.

And Zisang Bushou gently took out the jade box from his side at this time, and when the sound of the flute sounded slowly and melodiously, his box, which seemed to have been sealed for a long time, was opened at this time, revealing two things that seemed to be shining brightly!

"The stars are singing, and the phoenix is singing!"

(End of chapter)