Dahan was not the only one, six people walked out at the same time from several other directions, adding up to a total of seven.

These seven people are in different positions, the weapons in their hands are also different, and their clothes are even more bizarre, but they have one common characteristic, that is, ugly.

No one dares to let people look directly for one more second, as if two more glances will be physically and mentally destroyed.

That ugliness is not only on the surface, but also from the heart.

What kind of encounters have created such a group of people?

The result is not unknown to anyone, on the contrary, it is known to many.

"They are the Seven Ghosts of Copper Mountain!"

Someone immediately recognized it and shouted.

"The Seven Ghosts of Tongshan, it seems to be a bit troublesome!"

Qianshan didn't look at the seven people at a glance, and lay on the trailer with one mind, his eyes wandering.

"yes, they're here, that person will definitely come too, I really didn't expect to be able to invite this old thing!"

Shen Lao did not shy away from his age, and called the people behind them.

"I'm not worried about the old guy, just let him come, the problem is that I don't understand......"

"What don't you understand, Your Highness!"

"What I don't understand is that this offensive is too weak, it's a little weird!"

"Isn't it good to be weak, Your Highness, if we are stronger, I'm afraid we will all die here!"

"That's why I feel weird!"

A Thousand Mountains at a Glance continues:

"Since the main messenger of the third wave of people really wants us to die, I'm afraid we have already died, why do you have to send us to death in waves, it seems very irrational, and it can even be said that it is deliberate, as for this wave of ambush, it is even more puzzling, the seven ghosts of Tongshan are just like that, the old thing behind them is only the eighth order of the Gathering Vortex Realm, what confidence can they kill us all, not to mention Shen Lao, even Commander Liao can let me escape under his desperate efforts, what does this mean?"

"Maybe they have a backhand!"

Shen Lao could only answer like this.

"Hehe, without Shen Lao, this will be their last wave, the Flying Wing Army has already explored a radius of thirty miles, and there is no ambush again!"

"Don't think about it so much, let's think about how to defeat that old devil first, the old man may not be able to continue to accompany His Highness this time!"

"Don't be so pessimistic, Elder Shen, don't give up easily until the last moment!"

"I can't help but think like this, I have accompanied His Highness to fight in the south and the north for many years, I have seen barbarians, killed foreign races, explored the sea, went to the sky, and went to the immortal sect, and I have seen the wind and waves, but this time the old man suddenly has a feeling, that is my last time!"

Shen Zhongxing was a little depressed:

"The old man has apprentices, grandsons, brothers, and loyal people in his life, but there is only one thing that is the most regrettable!"

Qianshan also turned sideways, and looked directly at Shen Lao.

"That is not to see His Royal Highness ascend to the throne! This time I fled, I thought there was still room, who wanted to lose several brothers along the way, and Brother Nie Li Brother Zhao Niangzi died, Commander Liu blew himself up, Yu Overseer was miserably divided, General Gui was killed, the rest of the elite did not know how much they fell, the Zhenguo Army was trapped in the mountain Junji, the Flying Wing Army did not survive one out of ten, and the Flame Army branch was completely wiped out, and the loss was not serious. But so many of us have only walked more than 20 miles, and there is not much left, and the future is uncertain, so how can the old man die here willingly!"

Shen Zhongxing waved his arm angrily:

"I think my Xuanwu country is only more than 700 years, after several wars and still stick here, in addition to the support of the alliance, only the whole country is united, and the foreign enemy can have a situation, and it will not be destroyed tragically, but now, internal and external troubles, fratricidal for the throne, countless internal frictions, it is not far from the death of the country, the old man is sad and miserable!"

As he spoke, a line of old tears rolled down his cheeks.

When the surrounding soldiers heard this, they all fell silent and remained silent, as if they had forgotten that they were still on the battlefield and that the enemy was slowly approaching not far away.

War is coming, the world is afraid that it will also be disrupted because of it, in it, but can not set things right, kill the rebels, maintain the royal power, can only sacrifice their lives, but will eventually die, I don't know what will happen, what kind of sadness is this.

However, for thousands of years, the change of royal power has been the same, whether it is a human, a barbarian, or a foreign race, unless there is extreme power control, there is no way to escape the right alternation ritual of either you die or I die.

There is a way that a person will become famous and ten thousand bones will wither, and a national emperor will be affected by hundreds of millions of people, and the dead are innumerable.

In the face of this irresistible wheel of history, like Shen Lao, there are crying, resentment, and evaders, and the only thing that can't be changed is that they hope that the final result will be better.

Guotai and civil security are the ultimate goal of these people with lofty ideals, and the executor to achieve this goal falls on people like the Eighth Prince.

Qianshan was also well aware of the heaviness of this responsibility, and his expression was a little heavier.

He only had one sentence for Shen Lao, and also for all the soldiers present:

"Don't worry, until the last moment, I will never die, if I can ascend to the throne, I will keep the world peaceful, and establish a stable dynasty without strife, without killing, where people live happily, smile every day, and drive chariots and horses full of food on the road......"

With his words, it was as if everyone had invaded a fantasy country, where, as the Eighth Prince said, there was no war, no killing, no mutual harm, only happiness and good days.

However, a loud bang soon shattered their reverie, and a giant stepped forward from not far away.

His steps were small, but solid, and his legs were so strong that anything that dared to stand in his way was kicked and shattered.

Even if the swamp is soft and easy to fall, he has stepped out of one deep pit after another.

When he came nearer, everyone saw that the giant was not a man, but an iron man, thirty feet high, like a hill, occupying one side.

Its legs dug deep into the ground, and it didn't stand still until the mud touched its knees.

When it stopped, the Seven Ghosts of Tongshan also bowed slightly towards the giant at the same time, and said in unison:

"Welcome to the arrival of the ancestor, the ancestor is majestic and shocks the world!"

The giant seemed pleased to hear this, waved his hand, signaled that they needed not be polite, and then did not move.

The scene fell into a dead silence again, but in addition to the dead silence, the dreams of the soldiers of the Eight Princes were broken, and it also added a lot of crises.

Even though the giant was far away from them, the coercion emanating from him made even those who were far away from them feel their bodies tremble uncontrollably, not to mention the old monster hidden inside.

A battle to the death, really a battle to the death.

All the soldiers felt that pressure, that kind of pressure that was like a man.

Many people's nerves are tense, as if they will be pulled off as long as they move.

In order not to let this situation continue, Liao Xinzhi wanted to say something to boost morale, but when he came to his mouth, he was preempted by Shen Lao:

"Is the person who came from the Evil Martial Branch of the Ancestor of Tongshan?"

The iron man did not answer, but was scolded by another person:

"Hmph, old guy, what kind of thing are you, dare to talk to our ancestor directly, don't get out of here!"

The person who spoke was pointy-headed, his eyes were only the size of a bean, and they were very open, and the upper lip of his mouth was very thin, clinging to the socket of his teeth, and he looked like a carved pumpkin ghost head, and he was short in stature, but he was of average height to walk, and he liked to leave his legs when he walked, which looked weird and terrifying.

But the voice is very pure, and there is no problem of biting the wrong word and spitting out the wrong sound because of the appearance problem.

The words are very polite, and can even be said to be extremely rude, but they also show his status, that is, he is a pawn.

Only horse pawns will speak so politely, because they don't have to bear the consequences, and the real bigwigs are always cautious in their words and deeds, either not saying anything or going straight to the point.

"Hmph, where did you come from, and what qualifications do you have to speak here!"

Zeng Wu stood up and screamed in fright.

He is an overseer of the National Army of the Eight Emperors, and he is also the elite of this group, and he actually survived several battles along the way, which is enough to show his agility and strength.

At this moment, it is a contest between the pawns of the horse, and he naturally cannot fall behind.

"It's so daring, dare to talk back to your Ghost Scythe Grandpa, then let you taste your Ghost Scythe Grandpa!"

As he spoke, the ghost's shriveled hands suddenly appeared a pair of scythes with iron chains, which quickly spun in his hands, and then were thrown out, rushing towards Zeng Wu wildly.

The scythe made a piercing grinding sound as it advanced, bringing up a tornado, like two fierce ghosts whistling in the yin wind.

Before Zeng Wu could reach him, countless humanoid ghosts suddenly drilled out of the scythe, jumped out of the spiral scythe, and pounced out first, sandwiching Zeng Wubao in the middle.

The ghost sickle obviously wanted to strike first, and did not give Zeng Wu any possibility of escaping at all, locking the front, unless he was willing to retreat and escape, otherwise he would definitely die, but running backwards may not be able to avoid death, he must race against the sickle, and in the end he will not be spared.

This trick has to be said to be very powerful, and it is estimated that it is difficult for ordinary people to deal with it.

It's just that he happened to run into the overseer of this Zhenguo army.

The reason why Zeng Wu was able to escape several times was not only because he was as agile and strong as he just said, but also because he was good at defense.

He always carries a huge shield on his back, which will not be dropped anytime or anywhere.

Because of this, many soldiers gave him the nickname Iron Shield Turtle.

As the name suggests, since it is a turtle, its defense will naturally not be weak, and it will not be afraid of any rotating scythe.

Zeng Wu was not in a hurry, put the big shield in front of him, and the true qi was infused into it, and he had a good time.

The big shield also changed under the infusion of true qi, and a huge turtle jumped out of it.

This turtle foot is the size of several people, and standing in place is enough to protect Zeng Wu's entire person.

It has a sleek round head, four round palms, and an elongated tail.

At this moment, they have all shrunk into their shells, waiting for the ghosts to attack.

"Boom......"

It seems that ants are gnawing on wood, as if the iron saw is rubbing the gold stone, and the teeth and palms of the ghosts have been pressed against the turtle shell, and they want to reach in, but they find that the turtle shell is indestructible, and they can only rub it in vain.

Then the scythe flew over and slammed into it with a sharp spin.

Suddenly, sparks burst into flames, and the sound of teeth grinding came out of the collision.