On the boundless continent as far as the eye can see, the raging flames of war are burning wantonly, and human beings are wearing simple armor woven from animal skins, holding simple weapons such as wooden guns, bows and arrows in their hands, and looking into the distance with a serious face.

Bing stood at the front of the team, with a wooden spear in her hand that was no different from that of ordinary people, and her expression was as serious as that of hundreds of thousands of human soldiers.

Suddenly, there was a burst of thunder in the distance, followed by smoke and dust, and countless monsters rushed like a tide.

No one ran away, and despite the fear on people's faces, they still chose to stand still.

Bing raised the wooden spear in his hand, and hundreds of thousands of human soldiers all rushed towards those monsters and beasts.

After a whole day and night of fighting, countless human beings fell.

However, those monsters and behemoths were also killed on the spot.

On the face of ice, all that can be seen is determination.

All the human warriors slowly stood together, all looking ahead with a determined gaze.

As if watching a movie through the screen, Wang Xiaolai also cast his eyes over, and the distance he touched was a magnificent and huge palace, in front of the palace gate, there were thousands of giants with a height of three feet, these giants were wearing a hideous mask, and the weapons in their hands were either big knives or heavy weapons such as giant swords.

Moreover, their weapons are also different from human beings, and their weapons are all made of pig iron.

Bing took a step forward, looked at the silent battlefield where only the flames of war kept crackling, looked around, took a deep breath, and shouted at the top of his throat: "Holy Monarch, your end has come, come out and die!" ”

Wang Xiaolai was taken aback: "Holy Monarch? ”

As the ice fell, the gate of the palace slowly opened, and a giant with a height of five feet walked out of the palace, his face was also wearing a mask.

If Huyan Zhuozhuo was present, I am afraid that he would recognize the origin of this mask at a glance.

In the forbidden land of the sacred mountain, the mask that Ge Shuming was kneeling down to was exactly on the face of the giant named Shengjun.

With a bang, as soon as Bing raised his hand, hundreds of thousands of soldiers raised their weapons and aimed them at the Holy Monarch.

Wang Xiaolai stared at the so-called Holy Monarch, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was a little familiar.

Yes, when I was in the Black Water Pool in the Land of the Three Barbarians to get rid of monsters, didn't I see such a mask on the mural of the cave?

Didn't the god who was worshiped by all living beings wear such a mask?

Just when Wang Xiaolai hesitated, Bing led the humans to war.

They rushed towards the Pilgrim King.

However, for these ant-like humans, the Holy Monarch just raised his hand slightly, and above the nine heavens, the heavenly thunder hooked the earth and fire, and the anger came to the earth, an explosion scene.

The ants launched an attack on the gods, and the end can be imagined.

In any case, they could not achieve victory.

Just when the giant named Saint Monarch was about to go on a killing spree, suddenly, a human standing next to Saint Monarch attracted Wang Xiaolai's attention.

The man was the size of a normal human, with a white robe and a smiling mask on his face.

"What's that?" Wang Xiaolai was stunned.

Just as he was thinking, the white-robed man moved, and with a flick of his hand, a sword glowing with a faint cold light appeared in his hand, and immediately after, the white-robed man turned his head and pierced directly into the heart of the Holy Monarch.

The thunder dissipated, and the fire receded.

The giants who were guarding the Saint Monarch all roared, shouting and charging towards the white-robed man.

The white-robed man took off the mask on his face, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with one foot: "Gods? Hehe? ”

As he spoke, he slapped the hilt of the sword that was pierced in the heart of the Holy Monarch hard, and the sword went directly into the heart of the Holy Monarch, and the Holy Monarch only trembled for two points before turning into a stone statue.

But the white-robed man was torn to pieces by the angry giant.

Even so, the white-robed man still smiled at the human leader Bing, and from such a distance, the white-robed man's voice still came to Bing's ears: "Don't be sad, we will meet again, because you are destined to be my wife." ”

Wang Xiaolai was clever, and suddenly recalled some things in his mind, and suddenly felt a splitting headache, so he hugged his head and squatted down.

Why does that white-robed man look exactly like himself?

Whether it's when you laugh, or the tone and voice of your voice, how can you be so similar to yourself.

"You're alright."

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone behind my ear ask me.

When Wang Xiaolai turned around, he happened to meet a smiling face that looked exactly like himself, but the person who looked exactly like himself was wearing a dragon robe of the Son of Heaven and a crown of twelve crowns of the Son of Heaven.

"You, who are you?" Wang Xiaolai gasped.

The man laughed: "You don't know me anymore?" I'm you. ”

Wang Xiaolai was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then shook his head: "I can't remember you." ”

The man smiled: "Whether you remember me or not, it's nothing, the important thing is that you plan to use troops against the grassland, right?" ”

Wang Xiaolai was surprised: "How do you know?" ”

The man came up and nodded Wang Xiaolai's heart: "Because, I live here." ”

Wang Xiaolai's dusty memory seems to be opened little by little: "You... Is it Zhao Guang? ”

The man grinned: "Yes, at least, I have used Zhao Guang's body, it should be said that it is you." ”

Wang Xiaolai's eyes widened.

"The prophecy is wrong, and now is not the time for you to do anything to the grasslands." Zhao Guang sighed and said.

Wang Xiaolai narrowed his eyes and didn't speak.

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "However, everything also has the inevitability of him happening, just like when you assassinated the Holy Monarch and carried a curse of 10,000 years. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say!!" Wang Xiaolai was annoyed.

Zhao Guang shook his head: "It's nothing." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly shouted, "Holy Monarch!! ”

Wang Xiaolai was taken aback, just now he could see clearly, the giant named Shengjun made a gesture, the sky shook, and the mountains and seas collapsed, just like a god.

With such divine power, I am afraid that a master like Yuluo City and Yu Qingxie will not be able to defeat him.

Recklessly turned around, Wang Xiaolai only thought that it was really the appearance of the Holy Monarch.

But when he looked back, he found it empty.

At that time, Wang Xiaolai was surprised, and when he didn't understand what was going on, behind his back, Zhao Guang pushed him suddenly: "Don't let her wait too long, go ahead." ”

The situation around me suddenly changed, and I saw that the battlefield, which was originally still gunsmoke, collapsed inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into an abyss.

Wang Xiaolai never caught off guard and fell directly.

A scream shouted, Wang Xiaolai sat up at that time, and there were several layers of cold sweat on his head.

"Little Laizi, you're awake!"

Hearing a familiar voice in his ears, Wang Xiaolai was stunned, followed the sound, and saw that the empress was sitting on the edge of the bed with red eyes, and then looked down to see that she was lying on the empress's dragon couch.

Subconsciously speaking, Wang Xiaolai muttered to himself: "Bing..."

The empress was stunned: "What did you say?" ”

Wang Xiaolai just wanted to speak, but he felt a splitting headache, he smashed his head hard, and then shook his head in pain.

The empress was frightened by Wang Xiaolai's reaction, and hurriedly went to call the imperial doctor.

After a while, the imperial doctor walked in, gave Wang Xiaolai a call and probed, and finally turned around and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the general is fine, but he just woke up, and his body is a little weak." ”

When the empress heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief, held Wang Xiaolai in her arms, and said with relief: "Xiao Laizi, you are really scared to death." ”

Wang Xiaolai looked up at the empress blankly, and the empress just smiled.

Wang Xiaolai tried hard to recall, but no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer recall what had happened.

All that remained in his mind were two names.

Ice, and the Holy Monarch.

And the sword that pierced the heart of the Holy Monarch.

"Sage..."

Wang Xiaolai muttered again.

The empress's face turned red when she heard this, she let go of Wang Xiaolai, glanced at him reproachfully, and snorted: "You guy, you still have the heart to praise me, do you know, how long have you been in a coma?" ”

Wang Xiaolai looked up blankly.

The empress was not lightly breathed, stretched out her left hand, turned it back and forth three times, and said, "You have been in a coma for half a month, do you know?" ”

Wang Xiaolai was stunned: "Half a month? ”

The empress nodded: "Of course, do you know how I came over in the past half a month?" ”

Looking up at the empress's red eyes, Wang Xiaolai opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.