Staring at the scene in front of him, a look of jealousy and envy appeared on Gongyetoe's face. It was only at this moment that he truly admitted that his warrior momentum was far inferior to Situ Di.

At best, he perfectly controlled the behavior of these black cavalrymen just now, but Di Shuai was in harmony with these people, and he made a judgment from the top to the bottom.

As the so-called connoisseur looks at the doorway, the layman looks at the excitement, except for a few people who see these nuances in their eyes, most people can't help but shout in unison for the two generals, they don't know what's good, but they can clearly perceive the kind of invincible power that is always floating on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, there was a frantic shouting and cheering of the soldiers of the Quartet clan.

As the crowd shuttled, the horsemen surrounded the majestic team and the panicked enemy troops within a radius of a hundred miles.

The scarf flag is waving, the dust is flying, and this is no longer like a battlefield, but more like a celebratory feast.

The cheering crowd was completely immersed in it, unaware of anything, and a group of dark soldiers was slowly approaching behind them.

The leader was dressed in golden armor, and his whole body was covered with a faint red spiral.

The young man was not wearing a helmet, his black hair falling down his shawl, curled up with an uninhibited pride, and he rode a black horseman with a blue sword in his hand. Behind him were more than 10,000 cavalrymen, all armed with black armor up to their teeth, and their masks covering their original faces. Only a pair of resolute, murderous eyes.

Next to the young man, there was a middle-aged man dressed in a scholar's Confucian shirt, holding a folding fan and riding a brown riding beast, and between his eyebrows, the light of wisdom burst out.

"Only a god general like Di Shuai is worthy of this black cavalry battle department," Boss Yan was the first to break this solemn atmosphere full of killing.

"Otherwise" the young man bowed his head slightly, pointed to the black team opposite with deep meaning and said: "Di Shuai can be called the first fierce general throughout the ages, even if he is looking for the void and the earth, no one is out of the way, this black cavalry has experienced the double test of wind and snow and the disaster of annihilation, and can survive and grow into this, it can also be called a perfect soldier, originally these two are a match made in heaven, but unfortunately the world can not be demanding perfection, as the saying goes, the moon is full, and the surplus is scarce, Di Shuai and the black cavalry are also this ultimate perfection, After they are integrated, there is an extreme control, so the boss becomes the sustenance of the entire battle formation, and even the survival of the entire team, so that such a team will rely on the decision-making and safety of the main general, and once the main general makes a mistake, it will not be as good as the situation from which it will never recover."

The young man was naturally Lao Xiaotou, and he personally led the remaining black cavalry army to the battlefield quickly, originally thinking that a big battle was waiting for him. But when he saw the scene on the battlefield clearly, he immediately understood that the Black Cavalry had already taken the initiative in the battle formation. It's just that what he didn't expect was that one side of this battle formation turned out to be Situ Di's Northern Route Army. Especially seeing Di Shuai personally leading the majestic side of the Black Cavalry on the battlefield, Lao Xiao Tou was also full of blood.

It's just that he also saw a bad sign from it, that is, after Di Shuai and the Black Cavalry were perfectly integrated, a kind of battlefield trickery, which was not a real momentum, if he didn't have wisdom perception, he would never see through the changes in this situation.

That kind of trickery can deduce a lot of situations that put Di Shuai and this black cavalry on the path of demons. Therefore, Lao Xiao deliberately found out some flaws between Situ Di and the Black Cavalry, and wanted to use this reason to persuade Boss Yan not to let him accept the Black Cavalry.

At Boss Yan's suggestion, that is, to hand over this black cavalry army to Di Shuai's command, he did not approve of letting Gongye Toe control such a team.

There is no point in dealing with this, if there is no trickery, he also feels that Situ Di is the best candidate, whether it is loyalty or the artistic conception of a general, he is far above Gongye.

But now he doesn't want Situ Di to accept the Black Cavalry, lest he go into the devil's path and eventually destroy a god general.

As for Gongye Toe, Lao Xiao Tou naturally would not completely trust him, but was ready to divide this black cavalry into three teams and hand them over to the three generals to command, if any of the black cavalry had a mutation, the other two could also join forces to restrain it.

The other two leaders, Lao Xiaotou, also have a target person, that is, the missing Giant Spirit Clan and Yan Lao Er. Although these two people were not met by them, Old Xiao Tou believed that they would never have an accident.

Now he is the only one who can take care of these two teams for the time being, waiting for them to return.

"Clan master, my subordinates have completed the military order and come to hand over the order" Gongye took a step forward, blocked in front of Lao Xiao Tou and Boss Yan, knelt down and handed back the black order talisman in his hand.

With Gongye's movements, the generals who had originally surrounded the Black Cavalry and Situ Di who were shouting loudly also turned around in unison. When they saw Lao Xiaotou's cheeks clearly, they were all stunned, they were stunned for a long time, and finally they even knelt on the ground together, crying bitterly.

These hot-blooded men have shed tears when they shed blood on the battlefield, but at the moment when they faced Lao Xiaotou, they cried so sadly.

Old Xiao Tou also dropped his war horse, stepped forward and helped these generals up step by step and said: "Good brother, the homeland has been lost, we can rebuild, as long as there are brothers, we are all Quarteters wherever we go."

One sentence seemed to ignite the pent-up resentment in everyone's hearts, and hundreds of thousands of Quartet clans knelt down in unison, and then shouted in unison: "Rebuild the Quartet, rebuild the earth home."

For a while, the sound was like thunder, and it was still clearly audible after stretching for hundreds of miles.

Lao Xiao Tou was also infected by the momentum of the soldiers in front of him, his eyes were inexplicably red, and he said excitedly: "We not only want to rebuild the Quartet, but also build the country, from now on, we are the country of the earth, although the earth we live on has been buried, but we will not give in, we will bring the soul of the earth to every corner of the universe, from today on, the Quartet clan began to build the country, and the land will let us use this hundreds of miles of wasteland as the foundation to expand our homeland."

"Long live the Quartet".

"Long live the Lord of the Xiao Clan".

In an instant, the shouts shook for hundreds of miles, and countless people with tears in their eyes swore in blood, worshiping the heavens, kneeling down to the earth, overlooking the cradle of the earth, bidding farewell to yesterday, and transmitting their aggressive gaze to this continent and the super plane high above....

Although their voices are not enough to penetrate the barriers of time and space, nor are they enough to penetrate the barriers of the super plane, their voices will surely make all the beings under the five universes worship them from this moment.

Super micro-faceted.

Inside an ancient jungle.

Yan Lao Er rubbed the bark hard with his back, he hadn't taken a bath for several days, following this crazy monk who had no bathing habits. He felt like his whole body was going to go rancid. However, the monk patted his belly with a leisurely face and smiled: "The skin bag is just something outside the body, why should the donor be obsessed with it, as long as the mind is calm, he will naturally not be bothered by external objects."

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu is itchy and uncomfortable if he doesn't take a bath for a day, how can he be calm" Although Yan Lao Er was angry, he didn't dare to really disobey this crazy monk. He had seen the powerful cultivation of this mad monk with his own eyes, if he hadn't saved himself by casting a spell when the earth was frozen in ice, Yan Lao Er would have turned into an ice sculpture by now.

"This is a place of poison barriers, where is the good water for you to clean, the donor should be patient for some time, and when we get out of this jungle, the monk can find a treasure temple for you to rest" The monk shook his wide sleeved robe, and his body was very light and fluttering, as light as a feather.

"No, I can't walk," Yan Lao Er glared at the monk angrily and yelled.

"Okay, the monk is willing to cross you" As he spoke, he stroked his arm lightly, and a force field penetrated Yan Laoer's feet, and he actually lifted his whole person up, and followed the monk's figure straight towards the shade of the tree.

At first, the monk didn't walk fast, as if he was walking and traveling, but it didn't take long for Yan Lao Er to feel that his clothes were carrying the wind, and the whole person seemed to be flying against the wind. After that, he felt as if he was in the air, his eyes couldn't see the outside clearly, those trees seemed to have turned into patches of paint, and in the blink of an eye, he regained his senses, and the monk's figure gradually slowed down. His body was also pulled out of the paint.

Yan Lao Er, when he looked at the surrounding scenery again, found that they were already standing in front of a temple.

It is a huge temple built on the slope of a mountain, with a quaint temple and a red gold courtyard wall, giving people a solemn atmosphere.

Along a stone step, the great monk floated up lightly, seemingly not caring at all whether Yan Lao Er followed behind him.

Yan Lao Er only lost his mind slightly, and then stepped on the stone steps on his toes, keeping up with the pace of the great monk step by step.

When he walked to the side of the great monk, he immediately stared at him with curious eyes and asked, "Great monk, what kind of place is this, it looks very good?" ”。

The great monk sneered and said: "It's just a small realm of heavenly temples, what's there to make a fuss about, remember, when you see the monks here, don't give them peace, so as not to lose the identity of the monk."

Yes? When Yan Lao Er heard this, he was stunned again. However, he has long been accustomed to this, and along the way, the quirks of the great monk have long made Yan Lao Er not strange.

One after the other, the two walked up the stone steps to the temple. As soon as they stood at the entrance of the temple, several small novices came out, and one of them folded his hands and chanted a Buddha name, saying, "Where does the Guru come from?" ”。

The great monk deliberately cleared his throat, flicked his sleeves and shouted: "If you dare to ask me about my origin, go and inform your host to come out to see me."

The great monk grinned for a while, and suddenly a strong force swept up the few small novices and threw them into the temple gate.

The little novices got up from the ground in a panic, and immediately turned and ran back into the tall hall.

Not long after, the alarm bell in the temple rang for a long time, and almost the entire temple was agitated. With a solemn sound of the Buddha's horn, it spread to every corner through the main hall.

The great monk also touched his bare head at this time, frowned and said: "I didn't expect a foreign sect to be so arranged, I knew that Lao Tzu would also come to the lower realm to engage in a few temples to play."

As soon as the great monk's voice fell, a solemn reprimand came from the main hall, and then the door slowly opened, and dozens of monks wearing golden robes rushed out from the inside out, and they looked solemn and walked towards the door step by step in an orderly manner. Standing in the middle of these people is an old monk wearing a red robe, he is dressed in golden light, holding a Zen staff, a prayer bead in one hand, and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Seeing this, Yan Lao Er was stupid, and he couldn't wait to rush down to worship immediately. But when he wanted to take a step, he was swept away by the great monk's unscrupulous eyes. Yan Lao Er immediately stopped his blind behavior.

The great monk swept his armpits as freely as before, and buttoned his toes for a while, and the image was simply unsightly compared with the solemn monks opposite.

At this time, Yan Lao Er couldn't help but stay away from him, for fear that his sloppy appearance would ruin his identity.

The great monk didn't care about the eyes of those people at all, when those monks walked to the temple gate, he raised his head slightly, and glanced coldly at the old monk in the middle, and said lukewarmly: "Puxiang, you are so magnificent, do you want me to personally bow to you?" ”。

The great monk said a word, and the big monks on both sides of the immediate provoke chanted the Buddha name in unison, as if they were forcibly suppressing the anger in their hearts. But the old monk who was originally in charge of the treasure light wings was shocked at this time, as if his spirit had been drained, and a pair of withered palms pointed to the big monk's shabby sleeved robe, which ghost like a sign of coral.

Yan Lao Er was also very curious about the symbol of the big monk's cuffs, but the big monk didn't want to explain. Seeing the old monk's face stunned by that sign, he immediately knew what the whole sign represented. It must be the master of the great monk, and only in this way will people in the super plane be so afraid.

As for the Great Heavenly Realm's deterrent power against the super plane, Yan Lao Er has experienced it more than once along the way.

Yan Lao Er also asked about the situation in the Great Heaven Realm, but the old monk just pretended to smile mysteriously and said, "You'll know when you get there."

Therefore, Yan Laoer's understanding of the logo of the big monk's sleeve only stops there.

The old monk's hands trembled and hurriedly walked up the stone steps, and finally he knelt at the feet of the great monk with a puff, kowtowed vigorously and said: "Old monk, disciple of the outer sect of Tuolian Temple, the general elephant sees the internal envoy."

When the great monk heard this, his original decadent expression was swept away, and a circle of holy Buddha light suddenly seeped out of his body, showing a very layered spiral around his body.

"Puxiang, your training period has arrived, from today on, you will go back with me" The big monk stretched out his hand and stroked the old monk's head, and a miraculous thing happened, an old monk with a pale face and a snow-white beard turned into a young novice who was less than a teenager in an instant.

"Thank you for the blessing of the envoy," the young man muttered as he kowtowed, and his voice gradually changed from old to clear.

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