This is the real powerhouse, just one blow can destroy a world, and the mana is all over the sky.

"Hmph, it's just an indestructible remnant thought, I've been breathing for so many years, and I'm sending you on my way today!"

An ancient corpse's gaze was gloomy, a little bit of blue light flickered in his empty eyes, and he even had a trace of soul fluctuation, which had been nourished by the starlight and had not completely disappeared.

His soul thoughts were fluctuating, and his voice was like Huang Zhong Da Lu roaring between heaven and earth, Wang Wandao shook, and the ocean-like starlight set off waves.

The two skeletons didn't speak, but swung their hoes and scythes in their hands and slew them again!

......

In the grave bag, Ye Zichuan looked at the corpse sitting against the ancient tree, and his eyes showed a deep disbelief.

Could it be him?

After a long time, Ye Zichuan calmed down his mood fluctuations.

Because the news I just heard is really amazing, this legendary figure is famous in the history of the Tang Dynasty, and the army he led is also known as one of the most elite armies in history.

One of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion!

Among all the military experts in ancient times, he was almost a legendary existence, and he spent his whole life fighting for Li Shimin, pacifying the Turks in the first war, expeditioning to Tuyuhun, and laying a huge territory for the Tang Dynasty!

After groaning for a long time, Ye Zichuan flipped over his hand and took out something.

This is a branch of the sacred tree, with five leaves growing on it, Ye Zichuan doesn't know if he can save the person in front of him with this kind of thing?

Picking off a leaf, Ye Zichuan put a magic lamp on his head and slowly walked towards the corpse.

This god of war's cultivation is too strong, even after dying for so long, his blood has not dried up, and it is still flowing.

A wisp of qi poured out of the corpse, which was not intentional, but it made the magic lamp above Ye Zichuan's head tremble violently and hum constantly.

The magic lamp was shining, and the lights were shining, just like a shrunken sun, sprinkling blazing brilliance, completely enveloping the leaf river.

Ye Zichuan swallowed an elixir, and the rolling divine power was injected into the ancient lamp, so that the ancient lamp was directly revived.

The king's aura enveloped his body, fluctuating like an ocean, but this still seemed a little inadequate in front of the corpse, like a flat boat in the wind and waves, constantly shaking.

Ye Zichuan was a little frightened, it was just a corpse, the vitality was almost gone, there was still such an aura, it was hard to imagine how far this military god's cultivation had reached during his lifetime?

In addition to strategizing and fighting thousands of miles, his own cultivation must also be terrifying!

After getting close to the corpse, Ye Zichuan felt that his body was about to collapse, and the wisps of qi were not deliberately aimed at him, but he still made him feel the danger of death, and his body left blood marks one after another.

The wisps of qi, each wisp was as thick as a hundred thousand mountains, and he could barely lift his feet.

He struggled to put a leaf on the blood hole in the corpse's chest, the exuberant essence in the leaf was surging, and Ye Zichuan could feel that the vitality of this corpse was a little stronger.

"It's not enough!"

Ye Zichuan plucked a second leaf.

Finally, he placed all five leaves on the wound on his chest, and the vigorous vitality of the sea surged out, and the skin of the corpse was faintly shiny.

Ye Zichuan retreated into the distance, staring closely at the changes in the corpse.

As the five leaves continued to melt, the vitality in the corpse became stronger and stronger, more and more terrifying, stirring up wisps of earth-destroying aura, which was terrifying.

Soon, the five leaves disappeared completely, and all the divine essence was absorbed.

But what made Ye Zichuan desperate was that the blood hole in the corpse's chest had still not healed, and not even a little new flesh and blood had grown.

It's still shiny and there's blood flowing.

Ye Zichuan gritted his teeth, held the magic lamp on his head, and leaned towards the ancient corpse again.

Every step he took was extremely difficult, and his body seemed to be carrying a sacred mountain, and his bones were gurgling and almost falling apart.

Finally, he came to the body with difficulty.

At this moment, his body was a little deformed, one arm was crushed into shape, and the bones were completely shattered.

He took the branch of the sacred tree in his other hand and broke off a piece of it, trying to put it on the wound.

And at this moment, a large hand reached out from the side and grabbed his hand.

In an instant, Ye Zichuan was completely dead, and the hairs on his body stood up.

"You ......"

"Enough...... Child ......" a weak voice sounded.

Then, the terrifying aura of the place vanished, fading like a tide, and finally all gathered into the corpse's body.

Heaven and earth are calm, and there are no waves.

Ye Zichuan saw the corpse in front of him and slowly raised his head, revealing a resolute and pale face.

This is a middle-aged man, the lines of his face are extremely hard, and his eyes are dark and deep, although he does not have any look, but he is as magnificent as the starry sky of the universe.

One of his big hands grabbed Ye Zichuan's arm and stopped him from moving.

"Enough......" he didn't speak, but in the void, there was a voice echoing.

"Senior ......" Ye Zichuan opened his mouth.

He could feel that the military god in front of him was very weird, as if he was alive or dead, and he didn't know how much life was left in his body, and whether the original god was still there?

If the primordial gods are gone, even if it is a divine medicine against the sky, I am afraid it will be difficult to save him.

His eyes were dim, looking at Ye Zichuan, he suddenly seemed to have found something, and there was finally a hint of brilliance in his eyes.

"Are you...... Xuanhuang's blood?"

Even if Ye Zichuan had such an anti-heaven method as the Secret Technique of Deception, in the eyes of such a powerful existence, it was still difficult to completely hide the secrets in the bloodline.

Ye Zichuan nodded and asked, "Senior, the military god of the Tang Dynasty - Li Jing?"

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and didn't seem to react, and only said after a while: "God of War?"

There is no doubt that he confessed his identity in disguise.

Ye Zichuan's eyes widened, this is a truly living legend, just like the Bai Qi he met before, they are all historical figures, they should have died for eternity, but for various reasons, they have survived until now.

"Senior is ...... now" Ye Zichuan looked at him, wondering if he could still be saved.

The man shook his head with difficulty, the leaves of the divine tree were extremely ungodly, but they only awakened the vitality in his body.

In that battle back then, the one who shot in the back was too terrifying, and a blow pierced his chest, and the terrifying killing machine almost completely wiped out his primordial spirit.

He now only has a trace of soul remnants left, and if he wants to recover, unless it is an extremely ungodly thing, it is absolutely impossible.