In the mansion of the god general, the night is dark, but the sound of the soldiers is not reduced.

Zhao Changfeng knelt down on one knee in front of Lin Beichen, his expression was domineering and resolute.

"Mansion master, the last general has ordered 300,000 troops, and he can set off tonight. Zhao Changfeng asked for battle, rushed to Xuanyuan City, and helped Xuanyuan raise troops!"

Lin Beichen was wearing thin pajamas, looking at the loyal general in front of him, but he kicked out, "Old man, let me ask you, how many troops are in the hands of my Divine General's Mansion?"

"The army is 600,000, and the Great Xia dragoons are 200,000. There are also 30,000 god general camps, 7,000 killing camps, and 800 going to death camps!"

"There are 840,000 troops, why only 300,000 troops? This is your way of doing it? Since the catastrophe has fallen, my generation of men on the battlefield, should wear the responsibility of guarding the land, beware of the righteousness of the world, why do you regret this?"

Lin Beichen said angrily.

"The last general will obey the order of the lord of the mansion, order 840,000 troops, and enter Xuanyuan City!"

Zhao Changfeng opened his mouth, his expression extremely resolute.

"Take my spear and armor, and bring the general's war horse!"

Lin Beichen wrapped himself in a thin sleepiness, and opened his mouth calmly, but his old eyes were looking at the bright moon sky.

"The ...... of the Lord"

Zhao Changfeng raised his head in astonishment, and then knelt on his knees, bowing his head to dissuade: "The lord of the mansion is very old, and the young lord of the mansion has repeatedly instructed the last general to protect the lord of the mansion." May the lord of the mansion temporarily stay in the Shenjiang Mansion, this catastrophe in the world, the last general will go on the road for the lord of the mansion!"

"What are you, and you deserve to go on a trip for Ben!"

Lin Beichen scolded with a smile and kicked Zhao Changfeng away.

"I still hope that the lord of the mansion will think twice, Zhao Changfeng will vouch for it with a head, and if he goes to Xuanyuan City, he will definitely not disgrace the name of my Divine General's Mansion!"

In the Divine General's Mansion, Zhao Changfeng hugged Lin Beichen's thigh and was unwilling to let go.

"Do you want to see Ben die of old age or die in battle?"

Lin Beichen turned his head and stared at Zhao Changfeng with a grim expression.

"The lord of the mansion will not die for thousands of years!"

Zhao Changfeng shouted.

"The dignified Divine General's Mansion, how did you come up with such a helpless thing!"

Lin Beichen scolded Zhao Changfeng with a smile, and kicked the latter away again.

"Please also ask the lord of the mansion to go back to the room to rest, and he will fight outside!"

Zhao Changfeng didn't stand up, and hugged Lin Beichen's thigh again.

Ahem......

Lin Beichen was affected by the cold wind in the night, and suddenly coughed twice. Then he squatted down and looked at Zhao Changfeng in front of him, and asked calmly:

"Do you understand, what is the ancient famous general who is like a beauty, and is not allowed to show white hair in the world?"

Zhao Changfeng was stunned for a moment, looked up at the old man with white hair and an old face full of endless wind and frost, and nodded in his heart.

"Now that you understand, why don't you go and get the general's spear armor? If you miss the time to go on the expedition, the general will take your head and sacrifice the flag!"

Lin Beichen got up with a smile, straightened his thin pajamas, and looked at the cold moonlight, but there was a sentimental smile on his old face.

On this day, Lin Beichen, who ranked ninth on the list of famous generals in Dongling, with white hair and a gun, led 840,000 soldiers to Xuanyuan City!

......

In the vast Qinglong Mountain Range, Lin Huang, who was hurrying towards Wuchan Temple, did not know that Lin Beichen, who had only been separated for a few days, had already led 840,000 troops at this time to help Xuanyuan raise troops.

What Lin Huang only knew was that since Xuanyuan had issued a letter and recruited people from all over the world, it showed that the catastrophe brought about by the Yin Yang Valley was about to kick off an incomparably tragic prelude.

And he must also rush to the Wuzen Temple as quickly as possible.

Every day ahead is critical and urgent.

In the early morning of the second day when Xuanyuan raised troops to manifest in the sky, Lin Huang and others finally arrived at Wuchan Temple.

In the jungle covered with ancient trees, Lin Huang looked at the black-robed man who surrounded the Wuzen Temple from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, and couldn't help frowning, and the murderous intent in his heart suddenly rose.

"Master, I don't know where the Blood God Marquis is now?"

Lin Huang asked the mercy beside him.

"When the poor monk came down the mountain, the Blood God Marquis was trapped in the forest of three thousand steles!"

Although the injuries around him began to improve, it may be difficult to recover to his peak state in a short period of time.

Lin Huang nodded silently, as long as the Blood God Marquis was trapped in the Three Thousand Stele Forest, the rest of the people Lin Huang had the strength to fight.

"This time, I'm afraid it's going to be blood-stained without Zen Temple, and I hope the master doesn't mind!"

Lin Huang turned his head to look at Ci Yan, and his expression gradually became cold and hard.

"Master once said that since the eighth level of detention in the Yin Yang Valley was established in the Wuzen Temple, this is no longer a pure place!"

His hands were folded, and his expression was full of compassion.

Lin Huang nodded, and then looked at Lin Cangxue and the others, the killing color between his eyebrows was shocked, and hundreds of array seals flew around him......

In the silent mountains and forests, the ancient bell is melodious, and the sound of Buddha spreads for ten miles. The quiet and peaceful void is mixed with the smell of blood.

From the mountainside of Wuzen Temple to the foot of the mountain, the black robe of the Blood Spirit Hall is full of them, like a statue of a god, forming three iron buckets, surrounding Wuchan Temple.

Under the careful count, there are thousands of people, and there are many strong martial marquises!

Whew......

At this moment, a thunderous tiger roared in the mountains and forests, as if an invincible tiger came down the mountain, roaring proudly.

Everyone in the Blood Spirit Hall suddenly turned their heads, only to see a three-zhang tall white tiger rushing out of the mountain forest, exuding a terrifying ancient array killing aura all over its body, and biting with bloodthirsty fangs.

The white tiger rushed forward and bit off the head of a black-robed man.

Everyone in the Blood Spirit Hall was shocked, but their reaction was extremely fast, and they immediately crushed towards the White Tiger Array.

At this moment, another roar sounded behind the white tiger.

I saw Bai Xiaochubby stepping on the pitch-black gluttonous beast, his body was shining with golden light, and his molten iron-like body was full of explosive power, killing out of the air.

One man and one beast, from the moment they rushed out, they crushed the bodies of dozens of black-robed people.

"Who dares to be presumptuous and make enemies of my Blood Spirit Palace!"

At the foot of the mountain, a black-robed man shouted angrily, his robe swayed, and he flew towards Bai Xiaopang to kill, a pair of bloody hands were terrifying, full of Wuhou's invincible might.

Shout......

At this moment, a blood line appeared in the void, instantly passing through Na Wuhou's body, and only a bang was heard, and Na Wuhou turned into a blood mist and burst open.

At the foot of the mountain, Lin Huang held the double knife of demon suppression and embroidery, and the blade was dripping with blood, looking extremely cold.

Then, Lin Cangxue and Jun Chengcheng slashed out with a sword, and attacked and killed the black-robed army at the foot of the mountain......

It was only ten breaths before and after, but it was already the prelude to the big war.

At the foot of the Wuzen Temple, everyone gathered like a sharp knife to move forward, chiseling through the three iron buckets of the Blood Spirit Palace.

Lin Huang opened the way with the formation of the white tiger, wearing a nose and a snow drifting world, holding a sword to kill the god and the cross Yama, turning into the head of a sharp knife, step by step on the steps leading to the Wuzen Temple.

Bai Xiaopang is the tail of a sharp knife, stepping on a giant beast, his body is like a great wall of steel, and he cuts off all the black robes that come from the attack.

Jun Chengcheng and Lin Cangxue are the two wings, and the long swords around the body are vertical and horizontal, and the fire is burning the plains, revealing an incomparably palpitating atmosphere.

On the mountainside, hundreds of black-robed people descended from the sky, condensing into a great aura, like a mighty and terrifying dragon, causing the mountain peaks to crack, and all the rocks and ancient trees in their reach turned into powder.

"Kill!"

Lin Huang let out a long sigh, and the power of the four times the Shura in his body was superimposed, and the whole person turned into a blood line, killing the black robe of the Blood Spirit Hall that rushed down.

Rumble.

Thundered.

In front of the mountain of Wuzen Temple, the war is boiling, and the sound of rumbling is endless. The blood-colored sword is vertical and horizontal, the snow is falling all over the sky, the karmic fire is burning the plain, and the sword qi is stirring in the sky......

Up and down in the sky, the head rolled down like a stone, and the blood shot like rain.

The steps leading to the Wuzen Temple were all stained red with blood, one step at a time!

Lin Huang held two knives in his hands, his clothes were messy but murderous, like a hell Shura, and the killing god in his hand slashed and the cross Yama was endless, so that Lin Huang stepped on the steps one by one, and walked towards the Wuzen Temple.

"Ant puppy, dare to be presumptuous, you can't afford to die!"

On the mountainside, dozens of black-robed martial marquis suddenly rushed down, carrying endless blood crow screams, and terrifyingly attacked and killed the forest wilderness.

Lin Huang was not afraid to laugh, and rushed away with a nasal passage.

"I don't know what is alive or dead, I really dare to come to die!"

The black-clothed Wuhou scolded, and a huge bloody palm slapped it in the air.

"The forbidden of time!"

Just as the bloody palm was about to fall on Lin Huang's head, Jun Chengcheng suddenly raised his hand, making time imprisoned.

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled, his deep voice was like a cold wind, "Kill the god with a sword!"

In just an instant, a line of blood in the void crossed the bodies of many martial marquis, and Lin Huang suddenly appeared behind everyone, and the blood on the demon suppression knife in his hand fell like a bead curtain......

(End of chapter)