"It's been ten days and ten nights, Emperor Xuanyuan, when will you wake up! After months of hard fighting, I thought that the Yanhuang coalition army used a guide car to break through the poisonous fog under Chi Youbu, and relied on the strength of the Heavenly Maiden, defeated Chi You's right-hand men Feng Bo and Yu Division, and the losses were countless, and finally killed Zhuolu, the main city of Chi You, I thought that victory was in sight, and the day of peace was coming, but I didn't expect that this Zhuolu City was actually our burial place, alas-"

Looking at the Yellow Emperor who had been lying in bed for many days, Chilong Gong could only sigh helplessly now, without Xuanyuan, in the face of Chi You, he didn't seem to have any countermeasures.

"Lord Yan is in the tent?" Chilong Justice was in a daze, and Ying Long's voice suddenly came from outside the tent.

"Oh, it's General Yinglong! Come on in. ”

"Lord Yandi, the battle situation is not good, his subordinates are incompetent, he once impounded water and wanted to drown the Jiuli soldiers, but there is a wind uncle, our army. Most of our troops have been killed and wounded. ”

Ying Long didn't dare to look at Red Dragon Gong, there were tears in his eyes, and the dragon scales on his body had fallen off a lot, and he was covered with blood.

"Lord Yandi, think of a way, otherwise we will all be buried in Zhuolu, I can't imagine that there are so many demons and monsters in Chiyou's army, they complain, as long as our warriors hear this sound, they will be drowsy, lose consciousness, and finally rush towards the place where the strange sound came from like dementia, but they have become victims of demons and monsters and Jiuli soldiers in vain, what should we do?" Ying Long raised his head and sighed, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears in his eyes, and now he only had to pin his hopes on the commander in front of him.

"Xuanyuan, wake up quickly, don't fall asleep, get up and look at your soldiers, they need you to save them, didn't you say that when there is a crisis, there will naturally be masters? Now it's all this time, why hasn't that person come yet? Chilong Gong knelt beside Xuanyuan's bed and shook Xuanyuan Emperor who was lying on the bed vigorously, hoping to wake the Yellow Emperor from his slumber.

Seeing this, Ying Long hurriedly helped Chilong Gong up, and said helplessly: "Lord Yandi, my lord Xuanyuan fought with Chiyou for seven days and seven nights that day, and after killing Chiyou's eighty-one brothers, both of them were defeated, regardless of victory or defeat, and the martial god Chiyou must also be unconscious, I think the demons and monsters that appear on the battlefield now must be the ghosts of the Jiuli clan." ”

While the two were talking, suddenly, there was a bell sound of 'jingling-, jingling-' from outside the tent, and the sound of the bell was like a heavenly sound, which made Ying Long and Emperor Yan's restless hearts calm down in an instant.

"Ah, Soul Bell, it's him, it's him!" Chilong Gong shouted excitedly, "We are saved, we are saved." ”

"Who's coming? Lord Yandi. Seeing Emperor Yan's expression of surprise, Ying Long asked puzzled.

As soon as Ying Long's words fell, he saw a man wearing a black cloak, a wide hat, a golden scimitar pinned to his waist, and a black masked face walking in.

After the man entered the tent, he opened his eyes full of essence and looked at the two of them, and the tent suddenly swelled with murderous aura, filled with a sense of depression that made people unable to breathe.

I saw him gently walk to Xuanyuan Huang's side, kowtow and bow, "Master, it's too late for the night." I have done everything according to your instructions, please rest and recuperate with peace of mind, and let Xingye take care of the rest. ”

The person who came bowed three times, got up and said to the Red Dragon Gong: "Lord Yandi, General Yinglong." Please come out with me quickly. ”

Coming to the outside of the tent, Emperor Yan was shocked, only to see two huge demonic beasts lying outside the tent, to see the real, it is clearly the thunder beast entrenched in Yunmengze and Lei Ze Mountain, these two demonic beasts have been ten thousand years old, the mana is amazing, since Hongjun incarnated, I don't know how many warriors have lost their lives, and the people who came can kill two demonic beasts in one fell swoop, maybe the only people who can do it in the world are Xuanyuan Emperor and Martial God Chiyou.

Xingye pondered for a while, and said to the Red Dragon Gong: "Lord Yandi, you have people remove the skin of the dragon, use its skin to make a war drum, and then use the bones of the thunder beast to make a drumstick, and after it is done, ask General Yinglong to beat the drum himself, and he must hit it nine times in a row." At the same time, send the warriors to make fifty trumpets out of ram's horns, and when they are done, they will stand at the door of the barracks and blow them incessantly, so that the complaints of demons and demons can be dispelled, and the situation on the battlefield will change at that time. ”

On the battlefield of Zhuolu, dark clouds covered the sun, the wind gusted, the ghost cried the god, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the fierce soldiers of the Jiuli tribe with copper heads and iron foreheads, and long horns were wantonly slaughtering the Yanhuang alliance army like dementia.

In the Chiyou army, especially the four demon generals led by Qi Qi, they were like entering a no-man's land in the coalition army, and everywhere they went, there was a bloody storm and rain, which made the soldiers of the coalition army frightened.

Countless demons and monsters, constantly screaming in their mouths, under the leadership of the Ghost King 10th Yuanying, are making monsters, and are tempting the soldiers of the Yanhuang Alliance Army to come to death.

Seeing that the coalition forces were about to be defeated, suddenly, the battlefield resounded with bursts of war drums and clear horns.

The sound of the drum is like a divine sound, after hitting it nine times in a row, the valley is ringing in unison, the sky and the earth change color, and the soldiers of the Jiuli tribe of Chiyou heard the sound of the drum, all of them lost their souls, they could not fly or escape, and they could only wait for death when they stood in place.

The sound of the horn was like a low dragon roar, and the graceful dragon chant suddenly lifted away the dark clouds in the sky, drove away the ghost cry on the battlefield, let the sun reappear in the sky, and even scared the souls of those demons and monsters who cast spells and monsters, and they were all intoxicated, and they could no longer make waves.

Inspired by the deafening sound of drums and horns, the Yanhuang coalition army, which had already been defeated, heard the sound of horns and war drums, and began to counterattack on the spot.

The bleak night finally came in a deathly silence, and Zhuolu, which had been shrouded in gloomy clouds and mist for several days, ushered in a rare moon tonight.

The moon hung high in the night sky, sprinkling bursts of hazy moonlight, as if I couldn't bear to see the tragic scene on the Zhuolu battlefield, the battlefield was full of corpses of the war dead, and blood stained the entire Zhuolu land.

At this time, in the Martial God Temple in Zhuolu City, an old man with white hair and silver beard was looking at the tragic scene hanging in the Jiuyao Mirror hanging on the temple beam, and shook his head helplessly, and muttered desolately: "It seems that my Jiuli clan is exhausted, alas, is it that the sky is going to kill my Jiuli clan?" ”

"What kind of sound is that, that can wake my sleepy heart in uneasiness and panic." Chiyou, who had been asleep for several days, suddenly struggled to get up from the tiger skin chair.

"Martial God, that voice came from the Yellow Emperor's military camp, so that our warriors lost any resistance and could only be killed and slaughtered by the Yan and Huang alliances." Lao Si hurriedly walked to Chiyou's side, supported the crumbling Chiyou, and said sadly.

"How long have I been asleep? High Priest. ”

"Ten days and ten nights."