"Let's go, you grandsons, there are still a few days to go to Foundry Mountain......

"General, let's rest for a while, in the battle of Unicorn Mountain, our soldiers are exhausted. ”

Syllable. Syllable.

"The Sword Sect has issued a fate, the army must arrive at the Casting Mountain within three days, quickly, you grandsons ......"

More than 500 miles away from the battlefield of Unicorn Mountain, the large army of the Skeleton Sword Sect's Warcraft Alliance was in a desperate and rapid march.

On both sides of the army were the Heavenly Demon Storm troops, who were dressed in battle armor and armed with war swords, and sat down with galloping red-blooded black horses.

In the sky, there is an evil dragon legion to escort you. Above the evil dragon, the swordsmith took the reins, grabbed the head of the evil dragon, and flew low, sometimes screaming to the sky, sometimes turning back to be vigilant. They are a well-trained elite force. Marching at breakneck speed, approaching an erupting volcano at the tip of the Black Sea.

The volcano is evil. Above the evil spirit, at the end of the clouds and mist, there is a gate of time and space, which is the only way to the Casting Mountain.

"Sword Sect, we have won this battle. ”

"Nonsense, I personally went out, it was inevitable. It's a pity that three people escaped. In addition, the kid was not found. ”

The Skeleton Sword Sect rode on top of an evil dragon and frowned at the Mountain Demon Sword Keeper behind him. He complained that he didn't find Mo Yan Hongyang. However, he secretly rejoiced in his heart, believing that the emperor had not been able to conquer the heavens for many days.

"Sword Sect, look behind you, what is that white light?"

"In my Shura world, there was a holy light. It's very hateful! That's in the direction of Unicorn Mountain. Quickly pass on my password, and order the Great Sword Master of Broken Mountain to return to Unicorn Mountain to investigate the truth and truth, and come back to report. We accelerated our march and hurried to the space-time gate of the Evil Crater, and entered the Forge Mountain. ”

After hearing this, the mountain demon tightened the reins in his hand sharply, reversed the direction of the evil dragon's flight, and flew towards the back of the Skeleton Sword Sect.

"He's finally back. Wait for me to return to Foundry Mountain, and then fight with you, Mo Yan Hongyang!"

The Skeleton Sword Sect was riding on the back of the evil dragon, his eyes kept looking at the direction in which the white light appeared behind him, and he instantly felt the pressure suddenly arise.

That white light, he knew, was not the ordinary light of the heavens, but the glow of the holy light levitating the city-state. He knew very well that there would be a fierce battle next.

Although Zhou Tian's army has been completely annihilated. But after Mo Yan Hongyang was reborn, he would definitely return to the Holy Light Suspension City-State one day to bring in the rescue troops. Although the Skeleton Sword Sect knew that such a world existed, with its supernatural powers, it was impossible to penetrate the heavens and find the place of the city-state.

He knew very well that once he and the Guang clan formed a bond, the emperor's wish to unify Zhou Tian would be hindered many times.

"Your Light Clan is not orthodox, since the same human race has bred this kind of race, lurking among the heavens of the human world. The Emperor of Light, this old fellow, dares to interfere in the politics of my heavens and obstruct my great cause. ”

At the foot of the Unicorn Mountain, the smoke of gunpowder has not gone, and occasionally I see scattered strange beasts still searching for food among the bones of the tragic soldiers. These hungry beasts, sometimes bowing their heads to feed, biting off their bones, sometimes screaming in the sky, echoing in all directions.

Among the dry bones that covered the mountain, there were three people standing quietly. They didn't make a sound, and it was strange. Such sadness instantly turned into an inexplicable tranquility. Perhaps, these souls are finally liberated, or perhaps, there is nothing to say.

Maybe......

Mo Yan Hongyang closed his eyes, waved his sleeves, vibrated his arms, and his body inspires a translucent light wave towards the surroundings, which drowned out the strange beasts that were looking down for food.

Rumble----

All the strange beasts were instantly swallowed by the light waves, turned into ashes, and were blown away in the air by the wind, and disappeared without a trace.

"The souls of the heavens, fighting bloody battles for me every day, cold bones. How can I be up to this task?"

He was exhausted. Although he has taken off his human body, he has regained the body of the Light Clan. But after all, one day is unbearable. Now, seeing that on this wasteland, there are mountains of white bones, and my heart is colic, and my liver and intestines are broken. Infinite sadness was written all over the face. At this moment, the hatred in my heart is like the turbulent waves of the Black Sea, shouting between the dark clouds.

"If I die alone, I can save the people. It is enough for me to die alone. ”

With a snap, he fell to his knees between the white bones, bowing his head and kowtowing, I don't know how many. I saw that his forehead was already bloody.

At this moment, an evil dragon suddenly appeared in the sky, flying around. It seems to be asking for something. That's right, this is exactly the Shattered Mountain Great Sword Master discharged by the Skeleton Sword Sect. Dressed in a black robe and curly with wavy hair, he looked down at his subject's every move on the ground.

"It's time for you to make a difference, Emperor of People!"

Mixed Yuan looked up and said, waved his sleeves, sat down on the spot, closed his eyes, and said no more. Seeing him breathe and breathe, he began to meditate. He knew very well that there was no need for his old man to participate in this battle.

Puff puff puff......

The dragon flapped its wings and slowly fell to the ground, and after retracting its wings, it began to raise its head and chirp. A shrill scream. Sometimes it was like a tiger's roar, sometimes it was like a lion's roar. It was fully armed, black armor, and released a cold light.

Sou----

With a metallic vibration and cold light refraction, the Fengyun Golden Halberd spun rapidly in Fuyao's hand, releasing energy fluctuations in all directions. He grabbed the weapon in his hand fiercely, and turned to look at the Shattered Mountain Great Sword Master who was still sitting on the evil dragon a hundred meters away.

"Just let me have the golden halberd in my hand and let you break your bones Yang Hui," Speaking of this, he looked back at Mo Yan Hongyang and said, "This is my dish, you don't want to grab it with me." ”

The Great Sword Master of the Broken Mountain, his blood-red pupils dilated instantly, looking at Fuyao. Suddenly, a powerful wave of energy floated around. Shangguan Fuyao suddenly felt a heaviness in his body, and then his dizziness spun around. But Mo Yan Hongyang didn't feel anything unusual. Elder Mixed Yuan was even more relaxed.

"Damn. How could this be?" he muttered inwardly, then felt his legs tremble involuntarily.