The world is bustling, the world is bustling.

The fate of the law is the most mysterious.

There are countless times in this world that have passed by, and how many people can stop in the hurried sea of people for each other, so that they are happy?

Eternal Night doesn't read much, but his head is not stupid.

If a girl who doesn't touch the spring water with her fingers is willing to travel thousands of miles for him, trek through mountains and rivers, and put life and death aside for him, then he really has no reason to let the girl suffer a little grievance.

The point is, this girl is really good-looking.

The more you look at it, the better it looks.

So there are a few people in the world who are worthy of eternal night's remembrance, and there is another one from then on.

Reluctantly let go of Ruonan in his arms, the softness in the eyes of the eternal night was fleeting, and the majestic vitality brought by the breakthrough made his heart and meridians refreshed, and he rushed up and down with endless battle intent, and he was about to rush to the battlefield again.

"I still have something to do, so I won't tell you more, you have more skills on the battlefield than me. Qingjiao just wanted to say goodbye and continue to evacuate the people, but found that Yongye was looking at him upright, as if he had something to say.

Qingjiao was stunned for a moment, feeling that this young man who has always been vigorous and resolute is very different from the past, "What else do you have to explain?"

"She's over to you. ”

Qingjiao shook his head and quipped: "If you don't come back, I won't pay it back." ”

Eternal Night smiled, and turned towards the towering walls in the distance.

The shouts of killing outside the city gradually subsided, and was replaced by a dead silence.

The crane-haired and child-faced old man danced lightly on the snowfield, and every time the big sleeves fluttered, there was a wind mixed with ice cubes to sweep the ground.

Hundreds of thousands of troops couldn't move under the suppression of Ye Wutian's Heaven and Earth Oven, and they could only watch the sea of people in front of them fall into nothingness one by one.

This is not war, this is the gods sweeping their backyards with brooms.

In this vast white courtyard, ordinary people are dust that disappears when they blow a breath, the Ming Dao Realm is the fallen leaves that are crowded next to each other and can be swept away by the breeze, the Dongshi Realm is the insects and ants who know that the catastrophe is coming, and they want to escape but to no avail, and the few Shangxian Realm cultivators are just some slightly larger roadblocks, which cannot be swept away with a broom, and can be thrown out of the hospital with a slight lift of their hands.

Ming Zhe looked at the elders of the clan who had entered the realm of no one under the city, and finally understood what the weight of the four words of the Apocalypse Ye family was.

Originally, as long as you hold on until dawn, you can usher in the dawn of victory, but according to the current one-sided situation, it is a blessing for the great enlightenment world that the 400,000 enemy troops under the city can survive a small half.

Fighting a war is not a competition in martial arts, and no one will measure your strength and send an opponent who is evenly matched with you. In order to be safe, the vast majority of battles were fought in situations where the forces of the two sides were not equal, especially the battles between cultivators, which often turned into crushing slaughter in the end.

Legend has it that more than ten years ago, several patriarchs of the four major families appeared together in Cangyang, as if the world of the four sides encompassing the universe poured down from the sky, and the supreme power displayed that did not belong to this world could plunge the entire Riyao Continent into turmoil.

Located in the extreme west of the continent, Cangyang is devastated, the earth is shattered, the sea is pouring in, lightning and thunder are roaring, and almost all the suffering that people can imagine is wantonly raging with an intensity that has never been seen since ancient times. In the distance, the harbor of the Sea of Dragon's Weeping blew a non-stop storm, the great demon hiding in the deep sea swam into the abyss and let out a wail, and in the farther Yueyao Continent, the beasts fled, and all the spirits knelt and bowed.

If it weren't for the fact that the scene after the war was too tragic, and the old patriarch of the Qingque family was sad and had caused too many killings, he wanted to send a blessing to the innocent people in this place, and personally used his magic power to repair the mountains, rocks, water and veins, and guide flowers, birds, fish and insects, otherwise, judging from the extent of the erosion of heaven and earth by various mixed vitality at that time, where could this land see a little bit of vitality.

To get back to the point, Ye Wutian, who was famous in the entire Riyao Continent, could be regarded as a leading existence even if he was placed in the legend, and the struggle of a few old demons in the Great Enlightenment Realm alone was simply a mantis arm as a car.

Ye Wutian became more and more courageous at this time, and as his muscles and bones gradually stretched, his aura climbed all the way to the peak, as if he reproduced the courage of the year.

After more than ten years of peace, this warrior who galloped on the battlefield gradually lost his cultivation and his upright temperament. Accustomed to seeing the deceit of the so-called adults in Vanity Fair, Ye Wutian became a simple person and no longer took care of the affairs of the clan, except for occasionally plucking the children who were in good condition, he was boiling tea and listening to the rain, watching the flowers bloom and fall, and spring went to autumn.

I thought that when I was old, the heart of martial arts that had been silent for a long time had been worn away by the years, but I never thought that when Ye Wutian stood at the foot of Xiongguan again, facing the enemy he had faced, the blood in his body was still boiling after all.

It turns out that something buried deep in the blood and bones does not change over time.

Although Ye Wutian has not bothered to care about the slight undercurrents that have faintly emerged in the clan over the years, the complex thoughts contained in the secret letter of the family head before the war can be easily seen through at a glance, if Ye Mingzhe reads the letter and leaves with Ye Wutian according to the above words, although Ye Wutian will not say anything, of course his impression of the future helm of the family will be greatly discounted in his heart.

Fortunately, on the school ground, Ming Zhe begged Ye Wutian to stay for the people of the world for a few more days, although the old man was unhappy on his face, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the Ye family was prosperous to protect the imperial city, and he was in the front during the war, and the future leader could not be a greedy and fearful of death, and smeared the face of the old ancestor.

It's just that later this little rabbit cub forced himself to shoot by killing himself, and this kind of means is still too sharp.

Thinking of this, Ye Wutian was angry and funny.

You are a dignified scholar of the military department, the head of the first wealthy family of the Apocalypse is anxious, and a secret letter is about to bring the good seedlings that he handpicked back to the capital, but the enemy is at present, and the family and country are in trouble, you have asked our Ye family if the sons of the Ye family who have died on the battlefield for thousands of years will agree.

This kind of thing is changed in battle, Ye Jiage said that it doesn't count, because loyalty and filial piety can't be done since ancient times, and the military department Shangshu said that it doesn't count, because the generals are outside, and the military orders are not accepted, and only what his conscience says is counted.

Ye Honglie, who is in a high position in the temple, has been up and down in officialdom for so many years, and his heart may no longer be in martial arts, but fortunately, he is not blind and has chosen a good posterity.

The more Ye Wutian, who was in the middle of killing the enemy, thought about it, the more happy he felt, his chest was stretched, and a sense of pride welled up in his heart, and he shouted in a voice with a strong vitality: "Who said that the sunset and the rising sun are shining brightly, Ming Zhe boy, in front of the golden generation tempered by the war, you still have too long to go, look at how the old man killed the enemy when he was young!"

City head Ye Mingzhe's blood swelled, he clasped his hands into fists, and said loudly: "Please ask Uncle Ancestor for advice!"

Ye Wutianyun held the sky in his palm, and his palms pressed downward, obviously the speed was extremely slow, but a series of mysterious afterimages spread out, correspondingly, the heaven and earth oven caused by Shang Xian Realm turned violently, like thunder and rolling, and the endless vitality of the great river rushed and converged, forming a golden giant palm, towering like a mountain sun, hanging above everyone's heads, smashing down towards the already fragile snowfield.

As a legendary cultivator, his methods are often ever-changing, but Ye Wutian became famous with one move and beat invincible opponents all over the world, which shows how many years of hard work the word "coffin splitter" has been soaked in the old man.

No matter how many times you have witnessed it, you will still feel that the brilliant heavenly power contained in the palm of your hand is magnificent.

When Ye Wutian used his coffin splitting hand again, just as the eternal night after his injuries had healed and he was on the top of the city, the young man with the halberd on his back looked at the old man in the distance and the terrifying palm prints that shocked people in the distance, even though he had seen a lot of strong winds and waves, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

The elite division of 400,000 people was erased so lightly?

The scenery on the cultivation road is really different from far and near, with both the breeze blowing on the hills and the bright moon shining on the river.

The enemy suffered heavy losses, and his friends returned safely, and the first time Ming Zhe saw the eternal night, he knew that the young man who had entered the road with the battle had encountered an opportunity in the battle again, and he had made a further step forward in his cultivation, and the young general did not say anything, but the joy on his face was self-evident.

The eternal night of dying obviously didn't have as much emotion as Ming Zhe, he ate and looked at the old man possessed by the martial god under the city, and there was a flame burning in his eyes.

Ye Wutian's two coffin-splitting hands killed the hearts of all the people in the Great Enlightenment Realm collapsed, and the light of the golden giant palm slowly converged into the night, and the sunset defenders on the head of the city were able to see clearly that the clouds were swirling in the west, and they were already flushed with a slight flush.

Sha Yuanyu can only cover the time of the National Array for an hour, and after an hour, Ye Qixian, the strongest man in the capital, will discover the variables of Shayang Town, and only then can this border town be said to be truly impregnable.

As early as the beginning of the war, Ming Zhe asked the guards about the time, and the guards told him that it was the time of Yin, and according to the postponement, everyone could usher in the dawn of victory when they held out until the time of the day.

There are clouds in ancient books: Mao, Mao also, like the shape of opening the door, the door, that is, the gate of heaven, when the gate of heaven is wide open, refers to the scene of the rising sun.

The morning glow that is about to be revealed in the distance is telling everyone that the time is coming.

Ming Zhe greeted the glow that was about to bloom, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, never thinking about watching the battle of his uncle, which was fascinating, and time passed so quickly.

The sun is rising, and victory is just around the corner.

Ye Wutian, who was under the city, retreated five steps backwards, lunges and fists, and his clothes shattered into scraps of fabric under the shock of vitality, scattered all over the ground.

"What is Uncle Zu doing?" Ming Zhe found that the old man in the city who could handle the 400,000 thieves calmly, faced the more than 10,000 deserters who retreated in a hurry, and his hands trembled slightly.

Not excited, but nervous.

"That's not the morning glow. "The throat of the eternal night rolls, "Cangyang is located in the southwest of the continent, if it is sunrise, it should rise from the direction behind us." ”

It's not the morning glow, so what is the red color that wants to render the sky?

Eternal Night twitched her nose carefully, and she smelled a growing saltiness in the air.

"It's blood. ”

It is a tide of blood rushing from afar.

Across the horizon for an unknown number of miles, stood a majestic figure, the figure shouldered the clouds, stepped on the mountains, covered in blood mist, and the eyes of the Extreme Cave World could not see the true face.

The figure took a few miles in steps, carrying a weapon with a hideous silhouette and approaching Shayang Town.

Ye Wutian's cold sweat soaked through his clothes, and his heart was shocked.

More than ten years ago, when he was in the prime of life, he glanced at the battlefield in the center of Cangyang, and he would never forget the demon who fought people in the blood mist.

The axe-like weapon is called the Axe, and it has an even louder name in the wasteland:

Reverse punishment day

It is the butcher's knife of the butcher of the Overlord Terrace of the Great Enlightenment Realm.

Ye Wutian smiled miserably.

It turned out that it was not like the morning sun and blood,

It was as blood as the rising sun.