Mao Zheng came to the account in a wheelchair, and saw that the group of soldiers was neatly lined up in which square, and the same Mao Zheng was pushed up the high wall, and the same neat enemy troops in the distance were attacking.

With the sound of drums, the Shu army that rushed out of the camp gate with a shouting of killing shook the sky, the same tactics, the same battlefield.

It's just that the yin wind is not the same as yesterday's, but a little more prosperous.

After a battle, the battlefield returned to silence, and Mao Zheng was alone in the whole world, Mao Zheng couldn't help but go up and down the high wall in a wheelchair, came to the Chinese military tent, and looked at the sand table in a daze.

It clearly indicates the three kingdoms of Wei, Shu and Wu.

Three Kingdoms! Three Kingdoms. How many stories are there, exactly?

Why are you still repeating yesterday's story today, just as Mao was closing his eyes and thinking, there was a lot of excitement outside the camp, obviously those soldiers who died in battle came back, suddenly returned.

All of this is so unbelievable, Mao Zheng looked at the feather fan in his hand again, and the feather fan was still shining with a shining aura.

Fan, fan, if you can fan all the things in front of you! I think your master should have been the same at the beginning, thinking about Zhuge Liang's seamless schemes one by one, thinking that the Qimen Escape Technique was used in his hands. Mao Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up, could it be because he was the descendant of the Dunjia Sect, so he was brought to this netherworld battlefield by that Wei Yan?

At this time, Wei Yan walked into the tent and signaled Mao Zheng to eat, Mao Zheng waved his hand and did not eat, and Wei Yan went out, only to hear the noisy sound of another meal outside, just like the triumphant return.

Another day passed, and that kind of battlefield appeared again, as if repeating the previous story, Mao Zheng was watching the battlefield from a high platform, although the battlefield was the same, but the yin wind and spirit increased a little. Everything remains the same, the only variable at this time. But what's the mystery of this variable?

For the next few days, yesterday's story was repeated every day, and Mao Zheng simply walked into the battlefield and did not look at the high wall.

When he came to the battlefield, Mao Zheng witnessed the cruelty of the battlefield, only to see the white bones piled up on the field, the soldiers were constantly falling, and the gang was constantly harassing.

I understand that these soldiers have grievances, and that grievances have turned into yin qi and turned into evil qi on this battlefield in the wilderness. This is the fundamental origin of this gangfeng.

The soldiers on both sides didn't seem to see Mao Zheng at all, and wherever Mao Zheng went, he was not attacked at all, and the desperate soldiers bypassed him.

Maybe they don't know that the outside world has been unified, people have lived the happiest life in thousands of years, and the whole of China is so prosperous and thriving.

They don't know! Maybe they only know how to kill enemies on the battlefield? No, they have a grudge, but where does it come from? I'm going to have to find it.

Only by finding the source of this resentment will this millennia of war end, and these soldiers will put an end to this miserable, daily cruel life. Is this a kind of excess?

Leave it at that! I'm going to have to find it.

In the following days, Mao Zheng walked all over the battlefield and every corner, and even came to the end of this field, where there was boundless nothingness, and the wind was blowing everywhere in the void. Mao Zheng knew that these Gangfeng were caused by the battlefield, and sometimes, he used a trace of mana to protect his body, and he was in the middle of the Gangfeng to feel the Gangsha that could shatter people's lives.

Strangely, the feather fan was there all the time. It seems that this is the most real thing in the whole world, for he saw that the number of withered in the field would also be reduced to dust under the wind, and then suddenly it would appear again. Just like those soldiers.

Is this a world of one's imagination? No, it's a world where resentment turns into, and the soldiers here are not souls, but a trace of spirit shattered between heaven and earth, and courage is there. The spirit is there, so the resentment is there. Maybe their true souls have already been reincarnated, but these remnants of resentment don't know at all, and under the tearing of Gangfeng, those remnants have become even stronger.

Surpass them, overtake them!

There was only one thought left in Mao Zheng's heart.

Looking at the feather fan in his hand, Mao Zheng remembered Zhuge Liang's suspicion of Wei Yan and the story of Ma Dai beheading Wei Yan. Is this the source of resentment?

Mao Zheng's heart lit up and hurried back to the camp.

In which camp, Mao Zheng took out a piece of red cloth from the treasure bag, wrote a few lines of handwriting on the red one, and then picked it up.

When he rode forward, Mao was on top of the high wall, took out the red cloth, opened it slowly, and read it aloud to the sky: "General Wei Yan, he is really a fierce general of Shu State, loyal and loyal, I am here, and I am loyal to the heaven and earth."

Wei Yan seemed to hear Mao Zheng's statement, looked back at Mao Zheng with a smile, and rushed into the battlefield again. When the battle on the battlefield was extinguished, heaven and earth returned to tranquility, and it was terrifyingly quiet. Mao Zheng patted the chair, actually got up from the wheelchair, stood on the high wall and muttered: "May there be no war in the world, may the soldiers go all the way!" At this moment, the wheelchair slowly and automatically disintegrated and turned into powder.

Mao Zheng looked into the distance again, and the world was slowly disintegrating, and even the wind was slowly turning into green energy.

If it succeeds, the resentment of this world will turn into green gas, and the whole wilderness will turn into powder.

Mao Zheng couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly ran towards the passage of the whirlpool where he came, and at the end of the collapse of the heaven and earth, Mao Zheng rushed into the whirlpool, and rushed forward along the channel with the method of shrinking the ground.

Eventually, the whirlpool grew faster and faster, connecting the mountains outside the ghost town.

At this time, under the mountain outside the ghost city, Ge Hong on the high platform was still confused, and Liu Benchang below was still sad. The people of the city below seemed to be still talking, because just now, the golden general had taken Na Mao Zheng away, but it was clear to him.

But when the whirlpool closed and suddenly opened again, everyone looked at the whirlpool. I saw a flash of light, and Mao Zheng rushed out with a feather fan.

Yes! That Liu Benchang was already concerned about this matter, but when he saw the whirlpool open again, Mao Zheng rushed out and couldn't help but have tears in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel that this Mao Zheng was really favored by the sky.

As soon as Mao Zheng rushed out, the whirlpool closed.

At this time, the mountain of white bones was radiant, constantly gathering in the feather fan of Mao Zheng, when the light was not there, the mountain began to collapse, and for a time the bone powder flew and the dust was all over the sky. When the dust finally settled, everyone looked at it, and there was no longer a hill in front of them, but a plain.