"In two hours, I will go into battle, no matter whether I live or die, I will not let the blood of the fighters be shed in vain!"

An Sheng gritted his teeth, and put a halberd in his hand back on the ground, and the terrible weight forced the ground out of some cracks.

An Sheng, formerly known as An Xiaoyi, one of the four sages of Cloud City, had defeated an eighth-level super desolate beast with his seventh-level strength two years ago, shocking the world.

Now, as one of the two strongest people in Cloud City, even if the opponent is three eighth-level desolations, she will do her best to fight, no matter whether she wins or loses, let alone life or death.

"Please!"

The warriors standing beside her bowed respectfully to her, the Sage being the ultimate hope of their spirits. They knew that even if they used the tactics of the sea of people, in front of the three eighth-level desolate beasts, they were just pheasants and wax dogs, and they only needed to spend a little time to slaughter them all.

The only one who can influence the tide of battle is the Sage.

If the Sage wins, Cloud City will win, but if the Sage is defeated, Cloud City will also be in danger.

In the first wave of battles, Ansheng killed three seventh-level desolations, and as long as he survived until Ansheng recovered, there was only hope for the East Gate.

Another hour and a half passed, and almost all of the troops of the East Gate were dispatched, doing their best to stop the attack of the three eighth-level desolations.

"Lord Ansheng, I'm going, I must get our share back!"

Seeing that the strength of the East Gate was being consumed minute by minute, the soldier standing next to An Sheng sighed, turned his head, saluted An Sheng, and said seriously.

People's hearts are not ancient, and the way of heaven lasts forever.

The one in control is the soldier, and his duty is to protect the country and the people.

An Sheng didn't speak, and sat quietly in his chair, but in his closed eyes, two lines of tears flowed.

The 'soldier' smiled, turned decisively, and followed the last group of warriors onto the battlefield.

"Don't worry! I will help you get your lives back when I die! ”

After the departure of this 'person around him', An Sheng slowly opened his eyes, and his red eyes showed a firm hatred.

Another half an hour passed, and the entire Dongmen battlefield had been sporadically less than the last dozen people, covered in blood, bathed in the final 'realm of death'.

After half a ring, An Sheng, who was located at the back of the east gate, suddenly opened her eyes, and the spirit emanating from her body exploded to the peak at this moment.

"It's time!"

One step out, a circle of ripples of vigor was shaken.

The halberd on the ground suddenly fell into her hands, and the whole person suddenly burst into a bloodthirsty madness.

"Death!"

With a roar, the ground behind his heels suddenly cracked, and he exploded at an astonishing speed.

A red ray of light pierced the battlefield, and it was instantly involved in the battle of the three eighth-level desolate beasts.

"Although I, An Xiaoyi, have been at the eighth level for less than a year, although my strength is not as strong as that of you beasts, but today, for the warriors of the entire Cloud City, for the warriors of the East Gate...... Terran! Immortal! ”

An Sheng's voice swept across the entire battlefield, like rolling thunder, resounding in the ears of every Yuncheng person.

"Fang Tian draws a halberd! Apotheosis! ”

An Sheng's body suddenly burst out with a red light, like a flame burning, but the color of this flame was deeper than blood, more restrained and violent.

Fang Tian's painting halberd, the object of the hero of the Three Kingdoms, Lu Bulu Fengxian, a 'annihilation' level holy relic, contains extremely terrifying destructive power.

If it is sacrificed with blood, it can make the wielder burst out with several times its own power, commonly known as 'deification', once activated, it will burn its own essence and blood, and the more it burns, the stronger its combat power becomes.

At this moment, An Sheng, for the sake of the warriors of Cloud City, even used this forbidden technique, and did not keep half a point.

Life and death are between this battle.

……

The third floor of the bronze tower.

"When the day of Godfall ended, the Terran supreme power was gone, and although he did not communicate with anyone, he deliberately helped Confucianism and Taoism to spread again in the world."

Sage Kong touched his white beard and said slowly.

"The emerging Confucianism and Taoism returned to the world, and integrated with contemporary thought, and gradually flourished, reaching a level that could break through the curse for hundreds of years."

"However, because the time is not ripe enough, the old man has been waiting, waiting for the right person to appear."

As he spoke, the old man smiled and fell on Mo Tian and the man in white.

"In that case, why didn't the saint unlock the 'curse' of the human race earlier, isn't it the most appropriate opportunity to say that the beast crisis is the most appropriate opportunity?"

Mo Tian raised his eyebrows slightly and said curiously.

If it is only when we are at our weakest that human beings cherish the power they have, then the beginning of the cataclysm will be the most opportune time.

"The Protoss has awakened, they will never watch the Terran rise again, if the curse is lifted too early, it will inevitably make the Protoss do their best, and the hope of the Terran will be destroyed in the bud."

The man in white was silent for a long time, and finally spoke again. On his faint expression, there was a smile, but he always exuded a killing aura, just like a swordsman, just standing quietly, exuding a fierce sword intent.

"The children can be taught...... Ha ha. ”

The answer of the man in white immediately made Sage Kong brush his white beard and smile with satisfaction.

After a moment of laughter, the old man continued, his voice unconsciously becoming serious.

"The best time to lift the curse is to have a powerful person who can protect one side, a successor to kill demons and demons, and a terrible environment of internal and external troubles."

"Gathering the right time, place and people, one of the three is indispensable, otherwise it will be like the era of the first emperor, and finally collapse in the anthill."

At this point, the old man suddenly laughed, laughing louder than he had ever done before.

"The old man has been waiting for this day for thousands of years, and he can't remember the day, but I still waited for it after all!"

With a wave of the white silk of his arm, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

There are no stone tables and kiosks, no waterfalls and rivers, no birds and animals.

Sky, earth, air.

It's all gone.

The whole world was wrapped in a pale red, and Mo Tian and the three of them stood between this dark red void.

"It's ......"

Mo Tian's eyes shrank suddenly, feeling the majestic power condensed around him, and his expression showed a look of shock.

Around the three of them, there was an incredibly thick primordial energy. Unlike the thin energy flowing in the air outside the bronze tower, this primordial energy is already majestic to an unimaginable degree.

As long as you raise your hands and feet, it seems that you can control the whole world, which is terrifying.

"This is the power of faith that Confucianism and Taoism have accumulated for thousands of years!"

The old man's face, which looked much older, raised his palm and pushed it towards the sky.

"Open!"

Heaven and earth, the light gradually re-lit.

Their true colors were revealed.

The sky has become a chessboard.

The earth has turned into tens of millions of black and white twins, intricately arranged on the chessboard. (To be continued.) )