The years are long, and it has been three years since Gu Chu sank to this Bashu.

Fifty miles west of Jinjiang County.

The camp is a large barracks, and the flags are fluttering.

In the martial arts exercise ground at the rear of the big camp, thousands of soldiers are practicing in a square formation, which is neatly arranged and magnificent, and in front of the phalanx of soldiers is a martial arts exercise platform that is half a zhang high, long and 100 feet wide.

On the stage, a young man in a black suit was holding a black dragon spear, the black dragon spear was half a cut taller than the young man, the man was not tall, the black dragon spear in his hand stood on the ground, and the man's head was only at the end of the tip of the spear.

Around, the eight Dao King Peaks surrounded the men, and in an instant, the eight Dao King Peaks shot out together and then each performed their own Dao Method.

The peak of the eight Dao Kings pinched the Dao Seal, and the eight immovable Dao methods appeared on the stage, and the energy fluctuations spread out like rippling ripples.

The man was like a nimble panther, dancing with a black dragon spear in his hand, bringing the sound of whistling wind.

As the figures moved, the six dragon spears met the Dao methods they used.

It is also the peak realm of the Dao King, Gu Chu Shen did not use any Dao Method, but the black dragon spear in his hand is extremely tricky, the power is domineering and strong, the Dao method they used was instantly defeated when Gu Chu Shen's dragon spear met it, even if it was separated by a distance, when Gu Chu Shen Yun made the black dragon spear disperse their Dao method, they could even feel the amazing power precipitated in the spear.

Breaking through ten thousand laws with one force, although it is still far from this realm, Gu Chushen has already taken the first step on this road,

Time flies, he left the imperial capital three years ago, and now three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he did not dare to waste a day in the three years in Bashu.

In three years, the gap in talent was revealed, three years ago he was at the peak of the realm of the Dao King, and three years later he tried to break through the realm of the Dao Emperor several times without success.

The obstacle between the Dao King and the Dao Emperor is a window paper that can be pierced at ease for the Holy Body Divine Body Dao Body, and then a genius of the second class, this obstacle may be the threshold of the Dao, and you can step through it by lifting your feet, and for Gu Chu Shen, he was born with the blood of the Dragon Dao, and the peak of the Dao King is already the limit of his bloodline potential, and this hurdle between the Dao King and the Dao Emperor is a ten-thousand-zhang moat lying across the earth, and several attempts to break through the realm of the Dao King have failed.

However, his combat skills have been advancing rapidly in the past three years, and in the past three years, he has been fighting against the divine blood clones of the six imperial demon gods of the Mud Pill Palace, and the exact same strength is determined by the level of combat skills, although he has fought thousands of times in the past three years, he has not won a battle, but he has been able to fight hundreds of moves under the divine blood clones of the six imperial demon gods.

It is also the realm of the peak of the Dao King, he once tried to fight against the peak of twenty Dao Kings undefeated, this is the strength of the martial arts battle technique school.

In the past three years, he stayed in the barracks almost every day, practicing martial arts skills with ordinary soldiers.

"Hou Ye's marksmanship is getting better and better. At this moment, an old man walked up to the martial arts stage, walked beside Gu Chushen, and said with a smile.

"It's just a trail. Gu Chushen smiled at the old man's flattery, how could he not know that Fa Zheng didn't look down on his school of combat skills at all,

The Heavenly Dao Dao method of the Divine Land is orthodox, and other martial arts techniques, the ghost and witchcraft methods of the barbarians, and other cultivation methods are all regarded as unpopular side ways.

Fa Zheng looked at the Taoist soldiers who were training below, the momentum was surging and vigorous, like a well-trained elite division, three years, with his identity as the head of the Three Princes' Mansion, the most important henchmen of the Three Princes and even the court officials saw him to stay respectfully in the land of Bashu, which was poor and bad, and finally did not waste time in vain.

Three years, from there to nothing, has been 50,000 elite Taoist soldiers formed, which has cost a huge amount of manpower and financial resources Fa Zheng is the most clear, Rao is the three princes have the Fan family as the backing, raising elite Taoist soldiers of such a scale has almost hollowed out the family of the three princes, however, whenever looking at this increasingly perfect elite division, Rao is the confidant of the three princes, he has seen countless big scenes, still Fa Zheng is very excited, with this elite private army no matter how much money is spent, it is worth it.

Fa Zheng did not squint and looked at the military array below, even the Gu Chu Shen next to him did not put it in his eyes, Gu Chu Shen Yu he stood side by side, the old man's eyes were hot He saw it clearly, in the past few years, on the bright side he is Shu Hou, overseeing all the government affairs of Bashu, in fact, he is a puppet, behind the Fa Zheng is pointing fingers, Fa is the confidant sent by the three princes, he represents the three princes, since he hugged the thigh of the three princes, he can't help but listen to the words of the old ghost of Fazheng, but, fortunately, he is the identity of the prince, and the old ghost of Fazheng is not good at coming to him, this old ghost has been devoted to this Taoist soldier for three years, and he almost ignores other things。

And in the past three years, Bashu has been calm, since he came to Bashu, the big mess has not come out, and he is dedicated to cultivation, whether it is the military and political affairs of Bashu, or the instructions of the three princes Gu Chu Shen handed down by the old ghost of Fazheng, Gu Chu Shen is allowed to let it go, he can see that Bashu cows, ghosts, snakes and gods gather, it is difficult for him to control the scene, but fortunately, there is a law to replace the dead ghost when something happens.

However, although it was surprising that the barbarians in the deep mountains of Bashu were strangely quiet, the quietness made Gu Chushen feel uneasy.

Glancing at Fa Zheng, whose excitement on his face was difficult to hide, Gu Chu was silent, since the third prince regarded Bashu as his military ground, didn't he still have to carry it around if something happened, with the third prince on top, wouldn't it be good for him to be a puppet with peace of mind.

Gu Chushen held the iron spear in his hand, this was what he could rely on.

The sky was blood-red, and Gu Chushen had never seen such a vermilion fiery cloud.

A training soldier also looked at the horizon and suddenly stopped, and then more and more soldiers stopped and looked at the mountains and the sky.

The noisy camp unconsciously fell silent.

Gu Chu Shen glanced at the soldiers below who were looking at the red clouds in the sky, and suddenly said vigilantly: "It's not right!"

Suddenly, in the depths of the mountains, a pillar of crimson blood rose into the sky.

The huge pillar of blood, scarlet as blood, broke through the sky, like a mushroom cloud that suddenly soared into the sky, reflecting the top of the sky.

Looking at the sky-high blood pillar in the distance, Gu Chu frowned calmly, the time to come finally came, Gu Chu said solemnly: "Pharaoh, raising soldiers for a thousand days is used for a while, and the army of tigers and wolves is not raised. ”

Fa Zheng raised his eyebrows, glanced at Gu Chu Shen, then looked at the soldiers below, and said in a deep voice: "Don't lose too much, it's not easy to build such a Dao army." ”

And it's in an ordinary restaurant in Jinjiang County.

On the second floor, by the window, there was a table of sumptuous delicacies, and a man in strange clothes sat down.

The man looked to be in his forties, with a slightly fat physique, a ruddy face, and a mustache on both sides.

After eating a bite of food and taking a sip of wine, the man's face showed an intoxicated look.

"Good wine, good wine, eight hundred years of royal wine aging is really extraordinary," the man exclaimed, and it was not in vain that he had wasted so much effort to get such a pot out of the royal cellar.

Suddenly, the purple man who was sipping the wine suddenly opened his eyes, and a pillar of blood rushed into the sky outside, and the red pillar of blood in the distance could be seen clearly from dozens of miles.

Pretending to look at the depths of Shudi, the purple man muttered innocently: "His grandmother's, let Lao Tzu wait for so long, and finally there is a little movement." ”

At the same time, the ancient Chu Shen Shu Hou Mansion is in the attic of the backyard.

A woman in a black palace skirt, her face covered with a black veil, a white and crystal forehead, three thousand black lights scattered, revealing bright and deep star pupils.

Shi half-soul, three years ago, he received Gu Chu Shen's hanging red in the Vientiane Chamber of Commerce, and promised to restrain the barbarians' ghost and witchcraft when fighting with the barbarians, and then he has been staying in the Shuhou Mansion, Gu Chu Shen was taught three Taoist Taoist classics in the royal Taoist library in accordance with royal conventions, Gu Chu Shen took one of them as a hanging red, but Gu Chu Shen always felt that this woman's mystery was a little strange, no matter how you looked at it, Gu Chu Shen felt that this woman was not like a Taoist Taoist canon for him to be rewarded for three years in his mansion, waiting for him to complete the transaction with the barbarians.

However, although she was suspicious of Shi Ban Soul, in the past few years, she stayed in Shu Hou Mansion in peace and did not cause any trouble, and Gu Chu Shen gradually let down her guard against Shi Ban Soul.

Also looking at the changes in the sky, Shi Xuan's eyes showed a complicated look, the white and jade fingers in his sleeves were clenched together, and a red mark was pinched out of his hand, and after waiting for so many years, he was finally going to come to an end.

She was born with two souls and six souls, and it was because of the lack of this soul and one soul that she had to suffer from the cold and freezing whenever the moon was full, and she had suffered so much over the years, so many grievances, thinking of the cold and poisonous torture she had suffered for more than 20 years, Shi Xuan's teeth under the black veil bit her lip tightly.

Heaven still hasn't given up on her completely after all.

The blood pillar is now, the dark lotus is opened, the ghost door is opened, and Tu Bosheng is born.

Three years ago, she had spent her whole life cherishing the treasures of the Heavenly Pavilion, and the elder of the Heavenly Pavilion, had made a divination for her, and now the old man of the Heavenly Pavilion's prophecy had come true.

In the depths of Bashu, a canyon that has been filled with smoke for many years, the ancestral land of the barbarian clan, a three-hundred-zhang pitch-black mountain peak that has been worshiped for generations in the center of the ancestral land, and the blood-colored red light bursting out of the ancestral mountain soars into the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of barbarian warriors around the mysterious Black Mountain looked solemn, reciting ancient incantations reverently in their mouths, and at the foot of the mountain, an altar nine feet and nine feet wide rose from the ground, and a grand sacrifice began.

With the sacrifice, the center of the altar is a three-foot square round pool, the pool is as black as ink, thick as slurry black water, in the black water a dark love stem emerges black water, the top of the lotus stem baby fist-sized bud slowly opens.

At the front of the altar, a rickety old man looked excited, and the cloudy eyes of the barbarian high priest became bright.

The ghost and god festival that the clan had planned for thousands of years began.