Wedge two

A thousand years ago, the Dawning Continent.

At the moment, white ice and snow and purple turbidity have ravaged the entire continent, everything is withering, and thousands of spirits are hidden. From south to north, it was a mess. Mourning is everywhere, full of devastation.

The last two hundred or so warriors and mages of the Cangyan and Jialan tribes, as well as other allied tribes, were trapped in the southernmost temple of dawn on the continent, and in the center of the hall was a burning bonfire, made of a dozen dead tree trunks that only two people could hold together. The entire hall was empty and silent, and the backs of the crowd were magnified by the firelight, swaying on the wall behind them. Not a single person spoke, and no one got up and walked around. It seems that silence has been frozen in this plane for a long, long time.

At the other end of the main hall is a corridor leading to the underground chamber. At the end of the corridor is a large stone wall carved with images of ancient oracles and the Dawn Prophet enlightening the people. And in the secret room under the thick stone wall, there are old and weak women and children huddled together, expecting a miracle to happen. The only remaining people of these tribes took refuge here, tormenting in despair before the end of the world, and bitterly clinging to the last shred of hope that the god of dawn would protect them.

"No matter what, even if there is a last glimmer of hope, hold on. Someone in the hall finally spoke.

The person who spoke was the Dawning Prophet, the patriarch of the Cangyan Clan, he was holding a black and wide sword in his hand, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the crowd, looking at the jumping flames, "I know that each of you is the greatest guardian of our Dawning Continent, and I also know the pain and despair in your hearts at the moment, now that the soldiers are coming to the city, the vanguard of the Shesheng Clan has been stationed outside our Cangyan City, and tomorrow their Shadow Knight and Frost Mage will arrive, and then they will definitely break through the city." That will be our last fight to the death, we ...... There is no way back. “

"The god of dawn will bless us, and miracles will happen!" A young Cangyan warrior stood up and spoke loudly to everyone, his lips trembling slightly with nervousness, then he looked at the prophet and continued in a much lower voice, "You said yes, did you?" ”

The Prophet was silent for a moment, his white sideburns and beard looking a little disheveled, and then he said, "The God of Dawn will not abandon His people, as you have always prayed to Him, child. ”

"What if...... I mean, what if we lose...... Prophet, will God save us?" The young man's tone was a little low.

The Prophet did not answer immediately, he slowly stood up and turned to look at the megalithic idol above the main hall. The heavy thud of the greatsword hitting the ground as he stood up echoed through the space and through everyone's ears. He began to close his eyes and meditate on the teachings and oracles handed down by his young elders for generations, the ancient wars recorded in the annals of Cangyan, and the stories of God-filled miracles that he had told to those young people countless times since he became a prophet. For a hundred years, he has been the spiritual pillar of these people, or rather, he is the link between them and the god of the dawn. In the past, he was always able to bring them hope and give them a stronger faith.

And at this moment, he suddenly realized that his heart was old, and he didn't know when it began to beat less vigorously and so steadily. Maybe it started when the Shesheng clan swallowed up half of the Dawn Continent, maybe it was from the Cangyan tribe abandoning the city and retreating to the southern peninsula, or maybe it was ...... The Prophet turned his back to the crowd and did not move, his jet-black sword shining with red fire.

All the men, the last of the soldiers, looked up at the Prophet, their hearts struggling, as if the flames of doubt were burning their faith and will, like these huge dead trees in the center of the temple, which were gradually becoming blackened, still huge but no longer vibrant. They expect a hopeful and positive answer.

And in Wutong Town, thirty miles away from Yangtian Peak, where the Dawning Temple is located, a fortress that used to be in the southern part of the Cangyan Clan, the leader of the Shesheng Clan and her Cold Army have occupied this place. Now the entire Wutong Town, which used to be like spring and flourishing all year round, has become a frozen ghost city, where the ice freezes insects, fish, birds and beasts, and frost and snow cover the green trees and red walls. The empty streets were strewn with the bodies of dead protesters and fugitives, and bands of the Sacrificial Warriors patrolled the town's alleys.

In a mansion in the center of the town, Zi Zhiluo was leaning on an ivory bench and closing her eyes to recuperate, she was a little tired from months of fighting, but seeing the final victory in sight, she didn't want to leave any respite and counterattack for the Cangyan clan and the clans of the Dawning Continent. The long-cherished wish of the sacrificial people for thousands of years is about to be realized, to unify the Dawning Continent and create a new world of sacrificial life. As soon as he thought of this, Zi Zhiluo couldn't help but boil some blood, and his closed lilac lips also turned up slightly.

"Lord Regent, the messenger of the vanguard general has arrived. A female guard came in from outside the door and whispered in Zi Zhilu's ear.

Zi Regency slowly opened his eyes and sat up, and then a wolf-toothed warrior with a tiger's back walked in, knelt down on one knee in front of her, and said in a low voice: "Report to the county lord, the remnants of the Dawn warriors and the Dawning Prophet have all gathered in the Dawning Temple, and no new movements have been found. The vanguard general has blocked all the main roads under Yangtian Peak. ”

"Hmph, this was also expected by me, and to this day, the Cangyan clan has nowhere to hide. Tomorrow will be the end of the Prophet and his people. ”

"But we found a vision in the eastern part of the South Dawn Sea. ”

"What vision?"

"Before the blockade of Yangtian Peak, a wolf's tooth ear whistle sensed the tremor coming from the land on the eastern coast, and the vanguard general sent a cavalry post to the coast to observe, and found that there seemed to be an unknown force in the depths of the sea, and faintly observed that there was a glow, but it lasted for a while and then disappeared. ”

Is it Jialan Wuye? Zi Zeluo's heart contracted violently, but then she denied this idea, for thousands of years, the five leaves of the Jialan clan has always been just a legend, no one has ever seen it, even the Jialan prophet who died in the hands of Zi Zelu two months ago does not know whether there is a five-leaf god, and there are only very few references to the five leaves in the historical records and oracles that have been handed down, but there has never been any description of miracles. Having said that, she first killed the Jialan Prophet and then destroyed all the Jialan tribes in the southern peninsula, if there really is a five-leaf god, how can she stand by and watch this catastrophe happen, she sneered, it must be just some remnant mages of the Jialan clan, and her heart calmed down again.

"Twelve Shadow Knights, go to the coast of the South China Sea as soon as possible, in case the escaped Heavenly Thunder Mages of the Jialan Clan return to cause trouble. Zi Zhi commanded the female guard in a calm tone.

At this time, the sacrificial staff in Zi Zhiluo's hand, the Nether Bead on the top suddenly flickered slightly, emitting purple light. Seeing this, the blood in her whole body began to boil, and the churning breath in her body caused purple frost to spread on the bench and the floor behind her. A smile began to creep uncontrollably up her pale face.

Seeing this, the female guard and the wolf-toothed warrior immediately knelt down on the ground and said to Zi Zhiyu: "The glow of the Nether Bead is a sign of the great changes in the heavens and the earth, and the resurrection of the power of sacrifice. Since the old king rebuilt our clan, our clan has endured humiliation and stealing life for thousands of years, and has experienced devastation, in order to come to this day, and now it is finally in the hands of you, the county lord. ”

"Heaven is destined to destroy Cangyan and Jialan completely!hahahahahaha.....hahaha The ghostly laughter of the Purple Soul burst through the courtyard and echoed through the night sky of Sycamore Town.

Night had begun to fall, and almost the entire continent had become darker and colder, but the Wolf Tooth Warriors and Frost Mages of the Sacrifice Clan had begun to stir, and the night sky was punctuated with unsettling roars and evil laughter from all directions. Except for Yangtian Peak, the extremely cold frost and snow have ravaged every inch of land. At this moment, the frost on the earth had quietly and slowly begun to climb up to the foot of Yangtian Peak, and even the outer wall of the Temple of Dawn began to have some ice crystals.

The prophet had been standing silently for a long time, and the fire in the center of the hall suddenly dimmed a little, and the hearts of the Cangyan clan became even more uneasy, as if the fire was as suddenly dim as this firelight. Then he turned to face the crowd, glanced sideways at the stone wall at the end of the corridor, and then glanced around the scarred young people, whose life and death were imminent, and he did not know if he could still give them the same unwavering faith and hope as he had always had.

The Prophet slammed his sword to the ground, and with a crisp thud and the sound of the slab shattering, a quarter of the sword sank to the floor, and then he said to the crowd in a hoarse voice: "In a few hours, fate will come, and in any case, we can only let go of our wavering and timidity, and can we protect our people." ”

The huge tremors continued to buzz dullly in the main hall, the survivors of the Cangyan Clan and the Jialan Clan supported the determination to die with the last faith and courage, everyone gritted their teeth, tightened their eyebrows, held the swords, guns, swords, halberds in their hands, and stared at the prophet standing in the center of the crowd staring at the door of the main hall, this old man who was already a little old standing in the wind and trembling slightly, whether he still had the ability to collapse and crack the ground as he did when he was young, was still the only spiritual pillar in the hearts of these young people at this moment, and they were admiring himWorshipping, chasing, and imitating continued to grow, always following and surround him with the firmest footsteps, and believing as always that the prophet could lead them through the darkness, over the swamp, over the calamities that would arise at any time, and forever protect and sustain the vitality and prosperity of the scorching land.

Outside the main hall, with a deathly silence, time passed inexorably. There was no starlight on the inky black sky. The land under the distant mountains is also black. It was as if the whole world was wrapped in darkness, and the breath of the end was strong and oppressive. A burst of cold air had already begun to leap up to the Heavenly Peak, and the Cangyan Prophet walked slowly to the stone gate of the main hall, standing on a platform made of thousand-year-old diamonds, staring at the seemingly boundless darkness in front of him. His cheeks stiffened in the cold wind, his skin grew paler, and his heartbeat echoed more clearly in his chest. Even through the darkness, he could see that groups or even thousands of Sacrifice Clan Wolf Tooth Warriors, Shadow Knights, and Frost Mages with powerful mana were preparing to engulf the entire land of Cangyan like a huge devil's mouth. The months of defeat and devastation of life flickered and reappeared in the prophet's mind, and the images of countless close relatives and tribesmen lying in pools of blood and burying themselves in the cold wolf fangs and ice blades were like a great axe, slashing at his nerves. Suddenly, with a rusty smell of air, the Prophet felt a violent shock in his chest, but he still pursed his lips and gritted his teeth to hold back, not letting the blood spit out. The long battle had aggravated his internal wounds, and at this time, he knelt on the stone platform with his pestle and watched the dark blood oozing from the corners of his mouth slowly fall one by one. He began to know that maybe the tide was really gone and time was running out.

At this moment, a young Cangyan mage with a frost scar on his right arm that ran through the entire arm was already standing behind the prophet at some point. This young man was the most courageous and resourceful of the group, and if it weren't for him, perhaps they would have been in a worse position now, and they might not have been able to escape from the latest siege, or perhaps they would have suffered more casualties. The young man knelt on one knee at the Prophet's side and pressed his hand tightly on the Prophet's shoulder, which had begun to tremble.

"It's you... Muxun, child, my time is running out. The Prophet propped himself up, his eyes fixed on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "We have no chance of winning this great battle...... There is also a 1 in 1,000 chance. ”

"Prophet, didn't you say that the God of Dawn would not abandon us?" asked the young man named Muxun, sad and urgent.

The Prophet shook his head, coughed violently, and after a while continued to speak in a hoarse voice, "Son, I can't answer you. But now, there is an important task that requires you, and this is perhaps our 1 in 1,000 chance of winning...... You lean over first, don't speak. ”

Mu Xun immediately understood that this was going to be a matter of great urgency, and he looked back at the people in the hall with some nervousness, who were still sitting around the fire. Then he lowered his head close to the Prophet's face. The Prophet took out a scroll from his bosom, on which were painted black Hades runes, and a face that looked like a man and a beast.

"Ah, is this?" exclaimed the young man in a muffled voice as he seemed to know the object, his expression particularly surprised.

"Yes, this is the Jizo Scroll, after opening it with blood, it will allow you to have spiritual power that surpasses all power in a short period of time, and even the unstoppable Ice Spirit Ball of the Purple Spirit will not be able to help you for half a point. However, this power can only last for half an hour. ”

"So what should I do?"

"There are still two hours before dawn, and the Shesheng clan may not have imagined that we would dare to set foot in their camp at this time, so we should be slackened in our precautions. With this scroll, you infiltrate the camp, find the Purple Regent, and before she discovers you, activate the Jizo Spiritual Power, then destroy her Life-Giving Scepter and seal her in the Eye of the Flames. In this way, the summoned warriors and mages of the Shesheng Clan will lose the power of the Frostfall, and our flame will scorch them, and eventually they will retreat into the abyss of their Shesheng Peak out of fear. ”

"Yes, Prophet, I will go down the mountain. The corners of the young mage's mouth twitched violently, half nervous and half excited, as if he saw the light of hope in front of him. He immediately stood up.

"Wait," the Prophet grabbed his right hand, "this is our last hope, and the survival of Cangyan is up to you, and I will send you to the location closest to the Purple Spirit." ”

As he spoke, the Prophet slowly stood up, spread his hands flat, and stretched out hard from his chest to his sides, until his hands were fully extended, and he concentrated his mind and all his spiritual power, and began to give birth to a teleportation channel that shone with blue light, "Come on, kid, come in!"

Mu Xun walked into the blue light area with a little hesitation, only to feel a huge air flow rising from the soles of his feet, urging the hair all over his body as if it was about to explode, the blue light in front of him instantly intensified, only to feel that the dazzling white light suddenly flashed in front of him, and there was a rumbling buzz in his ears, like thousands of sharp arrows passing through his ears. After a moment, everything was silent, and it was dark in front of my eyes. The young man rubbed his eyeballs, slowly got up from the ground, and found that all around him were cold dead grass, and thick snow, and not far away, there were all kinds of high and low walls and watchtowers. He immediately understood that he was in the center of the camp of the Shesheng Clan. And the purple regency is in a courtyard around here.

He crawled forward, and there were still a few faint wisps of light smoke left in the place where he had just teleported behind him, which was the unique trace of the teleportation skill of the Cangyan Prophet. Mu Xun had never seen a great prophet use such a powerful spell similar to the Turning the Stars, although he knew that the prophet had supreme mana, but over the years, all he had seen was to borrow the power of all things on the earth and the power of fire in the blood of the Cangyan clan, and use it to block the enemy in the war with flying sand and stones or spitting thin blades of fire. Although he was secretly surprised in his heart at this moment, time was up to him to think about and sigh, he had to find out where the purple spirit was as soon as possible in this night, so that he could open the power of the earth and destroy the scepter of sacrifice with incomparably evil power. He saw a high wall not far ahead, surrounded by a tall watchtower, on which stood a frost mage who was good at throwing ice blades from a distance and had the ability to use frost to bind opponents, and there were dozens of heavily armed wolf-tooth warriors along the city wall under the tower. Looking at this situation, it must be that inside this wall is the residence of the leader of the Shesheng clan, Zi Zhilu.

Mu Xun arched his waist, slowly tried not to make any sound from behind his waist and pulled out the moon blade---- this is his exclusive weapon, like a sword not a sword, like a knife not a knife, the crescent-shaped blade of more than two feet long is as wide as a palm, according to legend, it was made by the best blacksmith from a rare heavy iron meteorite that fell from the sky two hundred years ago, several times harder than any kind of iron on the Dawn Continent, its sharp and cold blade can be broken by blowing---- and then hiding itself in the darkness of the grass and walls, step by step towards the nearest wolf tooth warrior who has walked a little away from everyone, all he has to do is to silently cut the throat of this poor wolf tooth monster in the blink of an eye。

In the dark room, only a dim frost lamp was lit in the middle of the lobby, and Zi Zhi held her breath, leaning sideways on the bed, supporting her head with her right hand. In the thin and cold air, she could already faintly smell a trace of burnt dry grass, although it was only an extremely thin and imperceptible trace of smoke wafting from a distance, but it still could not escape her wolf-sharp sense of smell. This sacrificial ghost king who escaped from the abyss of evil spirits has already cultivated six senses beyond ordinary people, and no breath within a radius of one mile can escape her perception. At this moment, an elusive smile appeared on her majestic and slightly cold face, and her deep voice murmured to herself:

"Old thing, I didn't expect you to have cultivated to such a realm, and even mastered this ancient magic skill, it's a pity, hum hum...... You're underestimating my Purple Spirit's abilities. ”

In the Dawning Hall of Yangtian Peak, the Prophet of Dawn was already lying in the arms of two young men, and the people carried the Prophet to the bonfire, lifted him upright and leaned on the throne, and formed a circle around him. All the people were nervous and anxious about the prophet, or rather, the hesitation and fear of the hearts of the people was increasing little by little. Just now, when everyone was caught off guard and unbeknownst to them, the prophet urged a huge amount of mana and opened the door of time and space glowing with blue light, and then Mu Xun disappeared out of thin air, and then, the prophet fell to his knees on the stone steps in front of the main hall, spitting out the blood that could no longer be impressed. He struggled to support his body, staring into the endless darkness in the distance, silent. He knew that he was not completely sure, and he also knew that the method of teleportation had its inevitable flaw, that is, there would be traces of fireworks where the spell was cast. Therefore, this time he also gambled on his last hope and luck, and chose the place where the teleportation landed at the city wall with the most mixed smell he could perceive, where there were a large number of guards and plants, and the smell of their bodies could hide the smoke and fire of the teleportation method.

"Mu Xun, I hope you will save the living beings of this Dawn Continent......" After a hoarse sigh, the prophet closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

"Prophet...... The Prophet ...... "By the bonfire in the main hall, a young girl knelt beside the Prophet, looking sad, and calling softly. The rest of the crowd held their breath as they stared at the Prophet, motionless and his eyes closed. They did not dare to think that this prophet who had raised them, who had led them, who had saved them, would fall.

An old woman with a face all around her crossed the corridor and walked towards the crowd and the Prophet, who saw this and moved out of the way. This old man was the deacon of the Cangyan Divine Medicine Temple, she staggered to the Prophet, tilted her head to listen to the Prophet's snort, and pressed her three fingers tightly on the Prophet's left chest, she sensed an extremely weak pulse and breath, and also felt that the blood in the Prophet's body had been broken, and the blood was gathering in his chest. She unwrapped the burden on her waist, pulled out her medical kit, and pulled out a short, thin knife from it.

"Deacon Divine Doctor, what are you?" someone on the side asked puzzled.

"The Prophet induced a force beyond the limits of his body that he could now bear, causing his blood veins to shatter, his internal organs to be severely injured, and blood to accumulate in his heart, and if he did not release the blood in his chest at this moment, his life would not be saved. When the old deacon had finished speaking, he tried to open his ribs under the prophet's chest with a knife to bleed.

Not wanting to be lifted by the Prophet, a hand slowly grasped her wrist, and the deacon and the others looked at the Prophet with a look of surprise and some delight. The prophet opened his eyes with great difficulty, and spoke in a hoarse and slow tone: "Deacon, you do not have to do anything in vain...... My time limit has expired...... The tide is over...... The god of dawn will, certainly, will surely save him....... As soon as the words were ...... the Prophet closed his eyes again and his hands fell limply.

And this time, it was the eternal blindness, and the deacon straightened the prophet's garment with trembling hands, knelt down on both knees, and buried his head in front of the prophet. They all knelt down and gathered around the Prophet's throne, silent except for the sound of sobbing.

There were less than two hours until dawn. In the far southeast of the Dawning Continent, on the South Dawn Sea, three blue-purple lightning flashed across the sea, instantly illuminating half of the sky, followed by rumbling distant thunder, like lightning before a storm fell. The damp and icy sands of the coast were mixed with large expanses of white frost and snow, caused by the frosty scent brought by the Shadow Knights of the Shesheng Clan. The waves roared and rolled, surging up the sand and rocks on the shore and retreating with a majestic roar. The waters receded, revealing eleven dead Shadow Knights and their frostwolf mounts in the shallows. The corpses were intact, but each of them was covered with scorched smoke, and without exception, the heart was pierced by a two-finger-sized *.

The Twelve Shadow Knights sent were one of the Purple Regent's Guardians, well-trained, fierce, and capable of traveling thousands of miles at night. The Shadow Knight, who was the leader, was lucky enough to escape Lightning's frontal attack, but he was still shocked to half of his body, and the frostwolf was also torn open in the back. At this moment, with serious injuries, under the cover of darkness and jungle, he rushed back like a desperate person. The huge blue-purple shadow always lingered in his heart, like a devil appeared in front of his eyes, only in the blink of an eye, this mysterious shadow flew from the sea beyond his sight like a lightning light, and appeared in front of him and the other eleven shadow knights, before he could see the faces of the comers, he saw three lightning bursts, spherical lightning surrounded them, he instinctively pulled up the frost wolf arrow between the lightning and flint and jumped into the air, but unfortunately after this blink of an eye, only to see corpses all over the ground。 Without any other thoughts, the surviving Shadow Knight leapt into the air and immediately turned and fled with all his strength. To him, it was something beyond what he knew, more terrifying than Purple Regent.

In the afterglow of the tide and the subdued lightning, a tall figure was walking forward from the beach. I don't know where this person is sacred, or if he is a devil. I couldn't see the clothes on my body clearly, but I could only roughly see from the outline that he had two sleeves with wind and wore a broad-brimmed hat on his head. He stood thoughtfully beside the corpses of the Shadow Knight and the Frost Wolf for a moment, and then a huge wave began to churn behind him, and bursts of electric purple gas gradually rose from his body, accompanied by bursts of sizzling sounds. He pulled the hat, flicked the sleeve robe with both hands, the electric light shone, and then his legs kicked on the spot suddenly, only to hear a loud "pop" like a loud sound of two rocks colliding, and then disappeared, leaving only a fleeting afterimage of electric light about dozens of miles long, pointing directly at the direction of Wutong Town under the Yangtian Peak of the Dawn Continent.

In the camp of the Shesheng clan in Wutong Town, Mu Xun was at the base of a wall far away from the sentry tower, quietly and quickly changed into the armor of the wolf-tooth warrior who had lost his breath next to him, the wolf-tooth warrior was generally thick and tall, and this armor was slightly larger on Mu Xun's body, but fortunately, the night was dark and the wind was high, and it was not easy to identify. After Mu Xun finished changing clothes, he closed the two blades of the moon blade, folded them into a short broom and hid it on his back, then picked up the spear on the ground and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Near the checkpoint leading to the inner courtyard, two Wolf Tooth Samurai were vigilantly patrolling around, and not far away was the observation post of the Frost Mage. Mu Xun hesitated a little, thinking about how to get through this level, if he jumped up and forcibly broke the necks of these two guys while he was in the dark, no matter how fast he moved, he could not guarantee that he would not alarm the frost mage above his head, if he was detected, the frost mage could immediately cast the ice cube binding, and then it would be a failure. While he was hesitating, the two wolf-tooth warriors seemed to have seen Mu Xun, and they whispered at him, "Hey, why did you get here without going on patrol?"

Mu Xun hurriedly lowered his head, and at the same time replied in a thick voice: "Yes...... It's ......" and then quickly turned around and walked back, thinking about what to do as he went.

In a hurry, because he didn't care about his feet, Mu Xun tripped over a stone without taking two steps, this trip was not tight, but he didn't want to keep the Jizo scroll in his arms actually fell, the sound once again alarmed the two wolf tooth warriors behind him, Mu Xun hurriedly squatted down and picked up the scroll, and when he looked back, the two warriors had already run over with spears and animal skin shields in their hands.

Mu Xun rolled on the spot and ran deep into the weeds, and the two wolf tooth warriors gave hot pursuit. "Someone, stop there!"

Seeing that he was out of the range that the frost mage could control, Mu Xun twisted his body, his knees touched the ground, and he hid behind an old tree, lying on the ground with one hand and holding the spear with the other. Unexpectedly, these two wolf-toothed warriors are also battle-hardened, and they know the trick of returning the horse pistol unexpectedly, seeing that Mu Xun's figure in front of them did not enter the grass, they projected two spears in front of and behind, with a swishing sound of breaking the air, two sharp weapons and arrows passed through, one pierced the old tree in front of Mu Xun, and half of the spear body pierced out from the top of Mu Xun's head, and one pierced into the mud with snow next to Mu Xun, a stone's throw away. This move took Mu Xun by surprise, so he had to abandon the spear and touch the double-toothed moon blade behind him, staring at the person in front of him, and then looking for a killing opportunity. In the blink of an eye, the two wolf-toothed warriors had already swooped in, like two vicious wolves, their muscles had more than doubled, their fangs glowing blue, and their claws shaped like four steel hooks. The wolf's claws swept violently in the flutter, and they stopped and smashed the trunk of the tree in front of Mu Xun, forcing Mu Xun to retreat and dodge. As soon as the figure appeared, there was no way to retreat, so he could only face the enemy head-on. The wolf-tooth warrior is violent, one left and one right, and the cooperation is very tacit, with all the minions and spittle. Mu Xun hurriedly set up the moon blade to block, and fought for more than ten rounds, only the ability to parry, and no power to fight back. Although the wolf-toothed warrior was fierce, he was also afraid of the sharpness of the moon blade, and although he had the upper hand, it was difficult to find a chance to get close for a while.

At this time, the sound of the fight had already alarmed the frost mage on the watchtower, and the mage jumped down from the tower and followed the sound, and the spread palms of his hands had already begun to accumulate ice power. As soon as Mu Xun turned over and dodged the throat-cutting claws of the wolf tooth warrior, he saw two clouds of white mist coming straight in his direction from a distance, and he knew that the frost mage had already arrived. This is a quick battle, if you use one enemy and three enemies, plus the powerful and terrifying mana of the frost mage, I am afraid that in less than three rounds, you will be captured and killed. In a hurry, Mu Xun had no choice but to let go of the suppressed power of Cangyan in his body, and quickly gathered a ball of fire in the palm of his left hand, and with a flash of two dazzling fires, two fireballs shot out sharply, pointing directly at the face of the two wolf tooth warriors who pounced, and the two of them panicked, obviously not expecting this sudden fireball, so they had to kick their legs on the ground and straighten their waists to stop the forward momentum, and raised their arms in front of them to block the fireball. But it was too late, just put out the fireball, I saw a cold light come to my eyes, at this time the wolf-tooth warrior's body was wide open, completely flawed in front of the enemy, and there was no power to return to the sky. Mu Xun slashed to the ground with a whirlwind, and in an instant, two wolf-toothed warriors, one high and one low, one was cut off from his head, and the other was cut off by the waist.

Seeing that the frost mage who had rushed to the front saw that the situation was not good, he immediately threw out two ice cube restraints, and the huge frost qi was rushing towards Mu Xun, and for a while, the eyes were frosty white, and the air around him was so cold that his muscles were painful, and the breath in his nose was like ice slag, if he inhaled heavily, he would inevitably get frostbite in his lungs. This move made Mu Xun have to concentrate and hold his breath, looking at the four directions, but his body could not move quickly. While searching, in the frost-white mist in front of him, three or four ice swords suddenly flew out, short as daggers, but as fast as arrows. Mu Xun tried his best to dodge and rolled on the spot, but he was still cut by an ice sword on the flesh on his shoulder, and a stinging pain rushed straight to his head, and the bright red blood scabbed over the wound as soon as it flowed out. In a moment, several more ice swords flew in, and Mu Xun hurriedly set up the double-toothed moon blade, and there were a few crisp clangs, shattering the ice sword. At this time, he couldn't see the figure of the frost mage clearly, Mu Xun was at a disadvantage, and just as he was thinking about it, another rapid ball of frost qi hit, hitting Mu Xun's chest, Mu Xun flew out a foot away, the weapon left his hand, fell to the ground, and choked out of his chest with a mouthful of bruises.

"This frost mage is so powerful, how can I be a good ......" Although Mu Xun received this heavy blow, but fortunately, his skin and flesh were only damaged, and his vitality was not damaged, he hurriedly summoned the power of the flame in his body, broke the frost around him, and quickly searched for the fallen moon blade. "Oh no, the moon blade ......," Mu Xun exclaimed. It turned out that the moon blade had fallen ten steps away, and at this time, the frost mage had already appeared, and it happened to be only three feet away from the moon blade.

The Frost Mage apparently knew that Mu Xun wanted to retrieve the Moonblade, so he cast a cloud of ice that wrapped the Moonblade thickly and firmly stuck to the snow on the ground. There was no hope of retrieving the moon blade for a while, so Mu Xun had no choice but to push out two fire blades with both hands, directly approaching the face of the frost mage, and then pounced forward to wait for the killing opportunity. The Frost Mage of the Guardian was one of Zi Zhilu's personal guards, and his skill and experience were comparable to that of ordinary Frost Mages, and in the face of the two fire blades that shot rapidly, he did not panic at all, but just reached out sideways and pushed out a cloud of ice mist, which extinguished the fire in an instant. Mu Xun, who had already rushed in front of the mage, saw the opportunity, and quickly ignited the power of the flame on his right arm, and hit the mage's waist with a hot iron fist with great strength. The mage hurriedly bowed his body, and the iron fist grazed his waist, and the flames blackened the mage's robe. This bow body, half of the body is full of flaws, it turns out that Mu Xun is a false move, for this second blow, the left hand ignited the same flaming iron fist and attacked the mage's face, this punch is faster and more fierce than the punch just now, and the burst flame is like a burning little sun. This frost mage had already seen through this chain of moves, deliberately exposed the flaws, and had already activated the huge frost power in his body at the moment of the bow, and at this moment he had already gathered an invisible ice shield armor around his body, just waiting for Mu Xun's punch. The iron fist was approaching, the frost mage suddenly took a horse step, pushed forward with his side shoulder, and a huge thick white ice shield wall suddenly appeared, and with a loud bang, Mu Xun was shaken away, fell to the ground, and rolled several times in a row.

The Jizo scroll also fell out and landed in the snow, and the dark black shaft was particularly conspicuous. The Frost Mage saw it at a glance, and jumped in to snatch it. Mu Xun hurriedly endured the severe pain and crawled over to protect the scroll, but the frost mage had preemptively hit an ice ball, forcing Mu Xun to roll away to dodge, and when he turned back, the scroll was already in the hands of the frost mage.

"Presumably this is the legendary Jizo Scroll, right?" the Frost Mage began.

Mu Xun's heart was broken, how could this little frost mage know about this mysterious Jizo scroll, and he was full of doubts in his heart for a while. It seems that this person has a lot of background, and he will not just be a frost mage. Mu Xun secretly stored his strength and quickly mobilized the Cangyan Qi in his body. But he pretended: "I have never heard of any Jizo scrolls, I only know that you have the portrait that my grandfather left me before he died, and please take the trouble to return it to me." ”

"Hmph, hahaha, you're almost a dead man, do you know?" the Frost Mage laughed coldly, and then said slowly in a weird way, "Dead people, you don't need anything. After speaking, he carefully examined the scroll in his hand, stroked the delicate ornament on it with his hand, and then his eyes stayed on the pattern of the Hades rune, as if thoughtful.

Taking advantage of this moment of distraction, Mu Xun had completely activated the qi in his body, and two fire blades with violently burning light slashed straight at the frost mage's chest with lightning speed, and before the fire blade hit the mage, Mu Xun followed closely with a huge ball of strong qi that was sacrificed---- Cangyan annihilated---- followed closely after the two fire blades, and with the power of Cang Jin's scorching heat, it seemed to devour the frost mage entirely. Cangyan annihilation is the superior method of the Cangyan clan, with the power of overwhelming the mountains and seas, Cangyan everywhere, the plants and trees are turned into ashes, and the jade is shattered into powder, even if it is the best among the masters, few people can master this technique. Mu Xun's eyes were fixed on the place where Cangyan burst, if it wasn't surprising, there should only be a charred skeleton left after Cangyan burst, but after a while, the smoke cleared, but there was no trace of the frost mage.

Mu Xun was taken aback, and quickly turned his head to look around, searching for traces of the Frost Mage. Turning around, he suddenly saw a black-robed figure standing one step behind him, it was none other than the frost mage, Mu Xun instinctively waved his iron elbow, ignited the flame fist, and hit him head-on. But it was already half a move too late, and the frost mage took advantage of the momentum to blow away his fist and elbow, and directly slammed the ice palm into Mu Xun's abdomen, hitting him with a cold ice qi that penetrated into the bone marrow. This is not an ordinary palm blow, but an extremely dangerous and extremely difficult to master the special trick of the Shesheng clan, the injured person can not move his hands and feet, or he will be killed on the spot, depending on the strength of the injured person's physique. At this time, Mu Xun fell to the ground in response, only to feel a sharp pain radiating from his abdomen, and as the pain spread everywhere, his body was completely frozen, cold and piercing, unable to move.

"This isn't the Frost Mage's move!" Mu Xun's eyes widened, and he said loudly as he looked straight at the man in front of him who was wearing the Frost Mage's robes, "Who are you?"

"Hmph, little trick, you just want to sneak up on me Zi Regent?!Do you think that old thing of the prophet passed you to my camp, I don't know?" Zi Ze Luo ripped off the shoulder cap of the mage robe and threw it behind his head, revealing a pair of magnificent but gloomy eyes and a ghostly face glowing with purple gas, and sneered at Mu Xun.

Mu Xun was not reconciled, and was still trying to use all his body's qi to dissolve the cold ice that had frozen through his whole body, but with every force he used, the severe pain worsened. At this time, he was seriously injured, and all his internal organs were invaded by the cold, but he was still unwilling to give up, and took the risk of breaking his blood to forcibly run the power of Cangyan. After a while, it could be seen that his body was gradually glowing red, and the ice that had covered his whole body turned into water, and his chest and forehead were even steaming hot. Such a powerful and lethal ability really shocked Purple Regent, and she said to herself that there was such a character who could dissolve my ice break in a moment. But then she calmed down, because the huge disparity in strength completely allowed her not to take Mu Xun seriously.

To Mu Xun's surprise, Purple Regent did not subdue him again, but waited quietly for him to break free from all the ice constraints and stand up, and when he finally staggered to his feet, he was even more surprised to throw the Jizo scroll back to him. Mu Xun took the scroll, puzzled, and looked at Zi Zhilu in hesitant silence. However, it was almost dawn, and there was no time to think about this, so Mu Xun hurriedly opened the shaft barrel and pulled out the scroll.

"Hmph, do you really think that you can defeat me if that little Jizo scroll gives you legendary divine powers?"

Mu Xun suddenly stopped his hand, looked up at Zi Zhiluo, and said, "What do you mean?"

"That scroll can summon the power of Hades, so that the ability of the person who opens it can be increased several times in a short period of time, and the gods and ghosts are afraid. But that power has a huge physical consumption and the harm of backlash, the recipient feels invincible at first, but with the decline of physical strength, the harm of backlash deepens several times, and within half an hour, he will have heart failure, even if he can withstand this erosion, the back half of his body is just a useless waste. ”

"Hmph, even so, as long as I can kill you and save the continent and the common people, I will not hesitate to become a waste. With that, Mu Xun opened the scroll, sacrificed the power of fire, and silently recited the runes on the scroll, wanting to open the power of the Hades. But he only heard a "poof", a mouthful of blood spurted out of Mu Xun's mouth, the Jizo scroll fell from his trembling hands, he lay on the ground with both hands in the mud, the inflammation in his body quickly disappeared, and his heart was as painful as if it had been cut by a knife. "This, this, what the hell is going on?" Mu Xun muttered to himself, picking up the scroll again as he tried to open it again.

"You are already seriously injured, with your strength at this time, it is difficult to even open this rune, I advise you not to do it reluctantly, even if you use all your strength to forcibly open it, with your current injury, you will only be swallowed by the power of Hades in an instant, and die violently. With that, Zi Zhilu paced to Mu Xun, squatted down, and used two slender fingers to hold up his cheeks stained with blood, grass clippings, and mud, and said slowly, "If you want to kill me, you are still a thousand years early, haha, haha, hahaha." ”

Purple Reel's shrill and insolent laughter pierced through the night sky, wafting like waves, as if the whole land was filled with her ghostly voice. Mu Xun's heart was cold, he felt that hope was completely extinguished, he lowered his eyes, and no longer struggled, he knew that there was nothing he could do at this moment, but to wait for death to come.

Purple Spike picks up the Jizo scroll on the ground and retracts it into the shaft. "Presumably, that old thing thought you had the power to withstand the backlash, so he wanted to kill me with it, so he only told you this one secret, right?"

When Mu Xun heard this, he was very surprised, and knew that there was something in this. "Is there anything else?"

"Of course, this Jizo scroll is an ancient treasure, how can it be so simple. Zi Zhilu's face sank, and an indifferent light flashed in the corners of his eyes, and then he approached Mu Xun and put his head close to his ear, "Hengzhu, you are also a dead man, in order to make your death feel at ease, I might as well tell you, you are also okay to go to see your Dawn God without regrets......"

In the center of the camp where the Shesheng army was stationed, in the courtyard belonging to the purple regent, there was a sudden noise and noise, and the nearby wolf tooth warriors and frost mages gathered at the gate of the courtyard, and even the high-ranking generals Night Priest, Lich Protector, and Crypt Lord also rushed to the scene with their retinue to hear the news. The wounded Captain of the Shadow Knight fell to the snow in front of the courtyard, half of his body was stained with dark blood, and a long wound on his shoulder was open to flesh, and the frostwolf mount was already starving, and lay on the ground weakly, letting out a dull panting sound.

"You mean, that mysterious power killed all the Shadow Knights in an instant?" the Lich Protector frowned and reconfirmed, unable to believe it, but forced to accept the fact in front of him.

"Yes, Lord Dharma Protector, before we could see the faces of the comers, we were pierced by three rings of lightning, and all my knights were shot through the heart and died violently. The Shadow Knight replied, supported by the Wolf Tooth Samurai.

"It's... How is this possible?!" exclaimed the Crypt Lord standing on one side, "The Shadow Knight is one of the most advanced troops in my clan, with a defensive ability and unmatched speed, how can it be so vulnerable?"

"Indeed, that power is like the god of thunder descending to earth, and it is extremely terrifying. Captain Shadow Knight said.

For a while, everyone was talking about it, and the uneasy atmosphere quickly spread. Some samurai even shouted in fear: "Oh no, it must be the dawn god they said is here!"

"Don't talk nonsense! The Lich Protector shouted, "The Dawning God is just a legend, just a comfort for the Cangyan Clan's self-deception!"

"What about the county lord, why is there no trace at this time?" said the crypt lord and pointed to the nearest few wolf tooth warriors, "You few, quickly go find the county lord and report the situation!" The wolf tooth warriors immediately split up and set off.

The Night Priest, who had not spoken, was crouching beside the Captain of the Shadow Knights, carefully examining the huge slightly charred wound, frowning intently, and closing his lips thoughtfully. The Lich Protector turned to him and asked, "Priest, you have always been well-informed and a mentor to the Shadow Knight, what do you think about this?"

The priest was silent for a moment, then slowly stood up, holding the Nether Staff in his hand, and said in an uncertain tone, "I'm just guessing, but it seems unlikely...... As far as I know, that sea area has been the territory of the Jialan people since ancient times, and according to legend, their ancestors were famous for their ability to drive thunder and lightning, although it has been lost, but legend has it that the Jialan people once had a temple somewhere on the sea, which enshrined a great god who could be thunder and lightning......"

The Lich Protector was puzzled: "My clan and the Jialan clan have also fought for hundreds of years, and I have never seen any Jialan warlock with the art of thunder and lightning, and the Jialan clan's method is not good at killing, and mostly uses the power of nature to trap the opponent or quickly enhance their own defense, plus some small tricks to heal quickly. ”

"Well, this is also where my doubts lie, if the Jialan clan really had such a figure, it would not have fallen to the point where it is today, and it would not have watched my army slaughter the entire Jialan Peninsula a few months ago. The pastor took over.

Outside the walls on the other side, one of the Wolf Tooth warriors had found the Purple Regent on the northwest side of the camp. At this time, Zi Zhilu turned his back to Mu Xun and held the Jizo scroll with his hand, half talking to himself and half speaking to Mu Xun. "Now you know the horror of this scroll, I have been looking for this thing, and I never thought that it was in the hands of your Cangyan clan...... If I had gotten this thing earlier, I wouldn't have wasted more than ten years of hard work with you. ”

Mu Xun knelt on the ground, his eyes wide open, his chest still heaving violently, and he didn't know if it was because of the pain of his injuries or the horror he felt after learning the greatest secret of the Jizo Scroll.

"Report to the county lord, the captain of the Shadow Knight has returned from the South Seas, he is seriously wounded, and the rest of the knights have all been killed. The Wolf Tooth Samurai ran up to Purple Regent to pray.

"What!?" "These twelve Shadow Knights, the elite of my elite, were wiped out, who did it?"

"I don't know, the captain of the knights said that he had not seen the faces of the comers, and as soon as they arrived at the coast of Nan Liming, they were killed in an instant. ”

"Where's the Shadow Knight?" roared Purple Regent.

"Outside your barracks, the priest, the protector, and the lord are waiting for you. The Wolf Tooth Samurai replied.

Zi Zelu snorted coldly, glanced at Mu Xun on the ground, and said to the Wolf Tooth Warrior, "Tie him up and take him back." After saying that, he flicked the sleeves of his robe and left quickly.

Mu Xun's heart is already like ashes, the assassination mission has failed, the scroll has also fallen into the hands of the purple regent, the dawn is coming, and it seems that the end of the good races of the Dawn Continent is coming. He didn't struggle, he didn't resist, he let the Wolf Tooth Warrior tie him up with thorn rattans, and the thorns pierced into the flesh and did not do anything, and then staggered after the Wolf Tooth Warrior and was taken to the prison of the Shesheng clan.

Back in the inner courtyard of the camp, Purple Swine glanced around the generals, then looked at the Shadow Knight, who was resting against the wall, and was silent for a long time.

"County Lord, do you want to send another high-level frost mage out of the city to block the southern fortress to prevent the mysterious power from entering?" said the Lich Protector.

"Well, it's necessary, lich, and I order you to lead the sixty frost mages of my left battalion to guard the town. It seems that we can no longer wait, and now there is a force beyond our control, and although it is not yet known what its purpose is, it must not be ruined by this. Even if the Dawn God comes this time, we will kill them all together. In this world, I am the new god!" Purple Regent yelled a little angrily, and then arranged, "Crypt Lord, you send a hundred crypt elves to assist the frost mages who are heading to the southern fortress. All the rest of the Shesheng clan generals immediately sent the order, and all the sergeants gathered and set off to attack Yangtian Peak!"

Hearing that the fifty frost mages in the left camp were going to be transferred, the lich was also taken aback, but he felt that it was also reasonable, such a mysterious and unpredictable power should not be underestimated, the frost mages of the left camp were the most capable people in the army of sacrifices, and had the ability to freeze the entire battlefield, and it was the safest move to send them. In addition, there are crypt elves with the method of retreat, no matter how strong the enemy is, they have to fight hard.

For a while, there was a rumbling sound from the entire sacrificial camp, and hundreds of thousands of Wolf Tooth Warriors, Frost Mages, Shadow Knights, and Crypt Elves and other sacrificial soldiers began to assemble and set off, and the soldiers poured into Yangtian Peak from three directions from east, west, and north, and the murderous aura pointed directly at the Dawn Temple. Mu Xun, who was trapped in the prison, heard the noise outside, knew that it was time to finally come, smiled bitterly, but was helpless, and tears of loss, remorse and despair began to overflow his eyes.

The sky had begun to turn white, and in front of the Temple of Dawn, the last defenders of the Dawn Continent stood in the cold wind, their expressions solemn and firm, their weapons in their hands, and they stared at the army of sacrifices that had swarmed like a tide under the mountain, and they silently recited the Dawn Song in their hearts, and the strength in their bodies was increasing dramatically. The entire Yangtian Peak was shaking, and the huge energy of the two sides had burst out in this heaven and earth, just waiting for the moment when the hand-to-hand battle was made, emitting an even more formidable roar of life and death. At this moment, the fire in the Hall of Dawn had been extinguished, the scriptures on the walls were no longer shining, the statues of the gods in the temple were no longer shining, and everything was gradually submerged in mist and dim hope.

It didn't take long for all kinds of terrible cries, the sound of fire bombardment, the sound of frost whistling, and the sound of boulders rolling to fill the whole world. The cold frost white, after all, still devoured Yangtian Peak little by little. Looking up from a distance twenty miles away from Yangtian Peak, I saw that the red sparks and purple flames were still flickering halfway up the mountainside, but there were more frost and snow mist rolling around.

"Could it be that I'm still a step late.......? A figure dressed in a sky blue robe and wearing a bamboo hat stood twenty miles away from Yangtian Peak, looking up and sighing. I saw his robe swinging in the cold wind, making a sound of the wind, and countless slender electric lights wandering and jumping around him, accompanied by a sizzling sound. His fists clenched, trembling uncontrollably, and two huge balls of purple electricity wrapped around his fists.

This is the southern fortress of Sycamore Town. And behind this mysterious man were the charred corpses of sixty frost mages and a hundred crypt elves. On the distant Yangtian Peak, the cold ice had completely engulfed the Dawning Temple, and there was no longer any shining red light, even if it was only a star.

Wedge, end.