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This is a hellish battlefield of Shura, the stumps and broken arms are stacked, the blood dyes the yellow sand black-brown, the pervasive blood mist has long condensed into a large cloud of death, dead suppressed on this battlefield, the dark red light is weird and enchanting, let the wind mixed with snow and hail tear violently, diffuse and not disperse. There was also a terrible cry that roamed the battlefield in the bitter cold land of the far north, and it did not stop for a long time, and the sound waves that pierced the soul seemed to devour all life near here.

In the depths of the Gobi Desert in the distant night, I don't know who blew a hole in the cold Xun, as if the eternal desolation lingered, intermittently, disturbing this blood-soaked desert over and over again, like the bloody moon quietly reflected a little color in the clouds, and the sky seemed to have a broken face, and the horror was even more demonic. Holding a pinch of the yellow sand of the Shuo desert to cover their faces, the heroic souls who served in this desolate desert could no longer find their way home, leaving 100,000 heroic souls to whimper and wail silently to the moon, and the wind was also hoarse and sad, and in an instant it turned into nothingness.

Qu Jing clung to the broken golden spear of the demon subduer, and stood up slowly among the corpses of the robe on the ground, his long scattered hair half covering his pale face covered with blood, and the blood in his throat was gushing out, and the blood was cold without a trace of temperature.

The 100,000 expeditionary army went deep alone, in the excitement of adventure and killing, and arrived at the land of the royal ancestral tomb of the northern barbarian country, the pigeon had just been released, but it had already fallen into the trap that had already been laid, dozens of times its own iron cavalry came out of thin air, and the black fog summoned by the evil magic covered the sky and the sun, and the evil ghosts and monsters roared in the meantime, as if the god of death was harvesting life, and the 100,000 army was like cold dew in the sand in an instant, turning into a scorched earth and yellow. The military flag has fallen, the war spirit is gone, the still warm liquor is accompanied by the smell of blood, just like the yellow sand that rose into the air yesterday when the horse's hooves stirred up, has become a memory of the dust in the sky, and the click and cracking sound of the sand wolf chewing bones is the only rhythm at this time.

Just when the war horse was neighing and the sound of killing was everywhere, Qu Jing suddenly woke up from the intoxication of the poetry book, and the soldier who had been lying on his armor for several months grabbed the spear beside him and rushed out of the military tent, before he could see the battlefield situation clearly, a purple lightning split his face, and the cold lightning flashing with a smile of death instantly lit up the night sky, making the full moon in the sky dim in an instant. That knife swallowed the luster of endless death, so he didn't have time to react more, and only held the golden spear in his hand in front of him, however, the three-foot purple light not only cut the golden spear made of blue sea essence gold, but also broke through the ancestral Ming King armor on his body and cut his throat......

This is a long-planned lore!

At the moment of falling, Qu Jing saw the mockery on the cold face behind Zimang.

The treasure of one body can't block that seemingly simple blow! As the head of the four major enshrined families of the Han Empire, the eldest grandson of the Qu family, who is famous for his Dunjia and intrigues, inherited all the essence of the family's magic and strategy, as well as half of the family's magic weapons, the first person of the younger generation of the Qu family, at the moment when the purple light drew a brilliant brilliance, the ancestors followed the immortal feats established by the founding emperor of the Han Empire, and all the family glory collapsed and shattered in his heart, and it turned out that death was so simple and pure......

In Qu Jing's last sight, he saw several hidden rays of light dancing the dance of death in the expeditionary army of the Han Empire, slaughtering the defenseless mortal army on this barren ancient battlefield, harvesting the lives of despair.

That's, that's the light of Taoist magic! Authentic Taoist techniques in Middle-earth!

The combination of Dao and Barbarian Evil Magic is beyond the power of human beings to resist, and in front of these authentic Taoist Magic, the formation he has previously laid out against the Barbarian Evil Magic has become a joke.

Aren't they, aren't they forbidden to take part in mortal warfare? How can you slaughter your fellow Middle-earthers? How so! How can this be!!

The magic was irresistible, and the army of 100,000 melted like ice and snow in just a few moments.

I don't know how long it took, Qu Jing's consciousness finally woke up, and he could finally have this world again in his sight, he stretched out his hand slightly, trying to go to the south, towards the Central Plains in his dream, but only grabbed a piece of blood, and there were a few faint gurgling sounds in his throat.

No matter how unwilling you are, what can you do, you can't go back, you can't find your way home?

He didn't want to leave his soul in a distant foreign land and end up in a speck of dust in the desert. He's going to stand up, stand up!

Stand up! Stand up! Let the blood soak through the tattered robes, and the yellow sand poured down the trachea into the cold chest.

Stand up! Stand up! The tattered armor was as heavy as a mountain, and it took him almost thousands of years to use all his strength.

Stand up! Stand up! Who is calling in the darkness of eternity, and who is in the road leading to the other side, dressed in white and smiling like a flower.

There is no sadness, no joy, only the distant direction of Middle-earth is left in the dead gray eyes, crossing the boundaries of time and space, the warm rain is so gentle, boating on the mirror lake, the shore is colorful, the petal peach blossoms are sprinkled with the blue lake, and her favorite phalaenopsis swaying in the wind, a song "Falling Veil and Red Face", beautiful eyes are smiling, the mountains and rivers are blue......

It was the direction of home, out of the corpse-strewn battlefield, leaving only the only obsession left, and a string of dark red footprints soaked in blood......