There is no sun and no moon.

The eternal and unchanging sky, paved with brilliant colors, unpredictable, falling down, making everything unreal. There is no iconic reference to the sun and moon, time is arbitrarily stretched and shortened, and the people in it are also pulled and deformed. The whole world has become strange.

No one can tell exactly how much time has passed since the start of the war, not even a rough estimate. Maybe it's just half a day, maybe it's half a year, or maybe it's thousands of years later.

The scorched earth became a rarity among the corpses, like gold and stones. There is another round of immortal magic coming, and I am afraid that there will be nothing left here except corpses, and the emptiness is terrible.

The whimpering yin wind swirls out of nowhere, becoming the cry of a ghost, lingering in the ears, lingering, penetrating from the skin, and eventually becoming a lifelong nightmare.

The brilliant colors of the firmament cast light, but they stopped early in mid-air, and decayed rapidly, not daring to touch the red and black colors on the ground.

The blood evaporated, mixed with the suspended scorched earth, and turned into a viscous fog that floated on the surface like a huddled ghost. The bones of millions of people, squeezing each other, blood filling each other's gaps, began to ferment, and a strange smell came out, which could invade any void.

Ordinary people are here, and within half a moment, every pore will exude this peculiar smell, and it will be smeared with a red and black color that can never be washed off.

The Nine Mountains, which were once sacred places of Zen Buddhism, are now even more terrifying than hell.

Between red and black, a little white was revealed, and it was someone's eyes, slowly turning, probing everything around them, as if the undead were spying on the world. People who can survive in this environment have really become ghosts.

When familiar enemies set foot on the land again, these demons will burst out and kill them with their fingernails, their teeth, and everything at their disposal......

The three thousand yin and yang made countless charges, and the surviving coalition forces became fewer and fewer, almost extinct. At a glance, there is not a single person alive in sight. But in the end, this army of Yin and Yang envoys was never able to break through the Nine Mountains. The coalition will always emerge from the dead and drag one or two Yin and Yang envoys to death.

This war will only stop when the people of one side die.

The main hall of Zen Buddhism has collapsed and no longer has a protective effect, and the people who are still alive have been evacuated to the Scripture Pavilion. Zen Buddhism, which is surrounded by nine mountains, originally had countless Zen rooms, and now only the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion remains.

The two stone lions that originally stood in the Scripture Pavilion are now shattered, and there are only two pedestals left.

A large number of monks poured in, but the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion still did not seem too crowded, and everyone could sit cross-legged. Except for those who were not in Zen Buddhism, all the monks sat down cross-legged, even the little novice who had just entered Zen Buddhism for half a month.

All the monks were closing their eyes and reciting the "Mantra of Death" silently, and the small voices gathered together to become a strange power, so that the red and black colors on the nine mountains did not drown out this place. I'm afraid that people below the Three Immortal Realms can't resist that red and black color.

With the efforts of these monks alone, it is absolutely impossible to dissipate the red and black color here. Even with the full strength of Zen Buddhism at its peak, it is impossible. Gathering dozens of Heavenly Immortal Realms can only ban this place, but it cannot be erased.

For generations, this place will be a ghost land and a dead place. It takes a long time to erase the color here.

True or false can only maintain the breath in his body, he has no way to do anything, and he can't even get out of this scripture pavilion, he can only look up at the unpredictable sky, looking at the only person who can still hold on.

I got a lot of news from the Great Wind Song, and I really understood that the purpose of leaving the Lord was not just to save so many lives.

The location of the Nine Mountains must not be let out!

"I can feel that Wang Shi is already breaking through the Heavenly Immortal Realm. As long as it can hold up here, as long as the Great Wind Song goes well, as long as there are still people alive......"

He did not open his eyes, nor did he move the sword that lay on his knee.

Directly cut out his heavenly gate, there is only one possibility of a sword left from the master, and when the last sword is cut, he can only end his life.

Except for some things that I have never told anyone, there is no regret about leaving the Lord. To be able to do this can be regarded as living up to the trust.

He was waiting patiently, waiting for the Heavenly Gate in front of him to collapse under the attack of the thirty-six Yin and Yang Lords, and also waiting for a person to come down as the strongest person in the world and turn the heavens and the earth back to their original tracks.

The thirty-six Yin and Yang Lords continued to use their strongest means to attack the Heavenly Gate in front of them, completely forgetting the time, and rushing forward alternately, threatening to blast them open in the shortest possible time.

None of the people in the heavens on the earth have noticed, it is now the fifth day of the start of the war!

The battle in the Nine Mountains almost completely stopped, and it was a long time before there was a sound of a battle, and it wouldn't last too long, and then the red and black color would get a little worse.

The gate of heaven under the sky also cracked. When a crack appears, it is a sign that it is about to crack.

Even the chanting sound coming from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was much quieter, and many monks had lost the strength to chant mantras.

There won't be much time left until the final end.

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The ancient walls crumbled, turning into countless rubble scattered throughout the city, and a huge passage appeared.

The black and white mist dissipated, and the ten Yin and Yang Lords emerged from it.

"How long has it been?"

"Like...... Five days?"

"Five days?!"

The ten Yin and Yang Lords all showed expressions of surprise and anger, they didn't expect that this city wall could stop them for so long.

"Fortunately, there is the last city ahead, as long as that city is broken, it will be the place where the person breaks through the Heavenly Immortal Realm. ”

Heaven and earth form a giant hourglass, and anyone can see where the center point is. As long as the Yin and Yang Lord breaks through one more city, he can face Wang Shi and Shao Si directly, and it is no longer difficult to kill the right person.

"The apocalypse hasn't started yet, and I'm still in time. No matter how strong this person is, it is impossible for him to break through to the Heavenly Immortal Realm so easily, and when the city in front of him is broken, it will be the day that person's head hits the ground!"

The ten Yin and Yang Lords breathed slightly, and then a powerful immortal power surged in their bodies, and the Dao Gong in their hands began to exude countless black and white branches, like a deer antler, and if it swept out, it would cut anything into pieces.

On the top of the city wall, there were dense people, all holding weapons in their hands.

As the oldest people in the Nameless Lands, these people have had only one faith in their lives, and that is to swear allegiance to the Nameless Lord! Some things, too far apart, belong only to the older generation, and some things belong to the generations.

The realm of these people is not high, and they have no chance of winning against ordinary Earth Immortal Realm powerhouses. But the eyes of each of them were full of determination, and they knew that the Nameless Lord was behind them, and there was no reason why they should not fight!

Under the dazzling reflection of the stars, the blood-colored city wall reflected a strange brilliance, like a crystal ruby.

The Yin and Yang Lord looked up and felt that the blood color was a little dazzling, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

Thousands of feet away, the people in the Blood City felt something, knowing that the enemy was right in front of them, and erupted into an astonishing roar.

"My generation is nameless, and my lord is nameless!"

A stream of blood burst out from everyone's body, spilling on the Blood City.

Rumble!

The blood light that soared into the sky rose to the sky, not much different from the giant elephant behind the city.

The hearts of the ten Yin and Yang Lords were all shocked, and the Dao Gong in their hands suddenly turned into black and white and dissipated, replaced by a long sword.

Feeling that the amazing momentum was still soaring, the ten Yin and Yang Lords did not wait and see anymore, and took the lead in attacking with all their might.

The sword light that was enough to temporarily split the galaxy in the sky fell and slashed towards that blood city, which could completely destroy it countless times.

However, the color of blood suddenly transformed into a virtual image that towered into the sky.

The blood-red robe was draped, and the long black and red hair was draped, and the virtual image was just a back, with his back to the common people. And the ten sword lights under his feet disappeared without a trace in an instant, without causing any damage.

The crowd standing on the blood city, looking at the virtual statue, their eyes were full of awe, and they knelt down reverently.

The ten Yin and Yang Lords condensed, and the immortal power in their bodies surged wildly. By this time, they had finally felt the mortal danger.

"More than a loss!"

Without the slightest delay, the ten Yin and Yang Lords slashed out a sword together, attacking towards the huge phantom.

The phantom heard something and turned his head.

Rumble!

The ten Yin and Yang Lords only felt a shock in their minds, turning into a vast blood-colored, and they themselves became a speck of dust, floating endlessly in it.

It was as if the vicissitudes of life had undergone several changes, and the ten Yin and Yang Lords had just escaped from that piece of blood. As for the sword that joined forces earlier, it had long since disappeared without a trace.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his palms and forehead, and the Yin and Yang Lord couldn't believe that he had experienced such a terrifying thing just in an instant.

Fortunately, the phantom in the sky had dissipated, and the last remaining consciousness of the Nameless Lord had dissipated.

"Even if Lord Kun is alive, he may not be as strong as the Nameless Lord in his lifetime!"

Glancing at each other, the ten Yin and Yang Lords calmed down their violent heartbeats and chose to bypass the Blood City in front of them. Even if this blood city no longer has any deterrent power, they are not willing to come closer. Bypassing it is just a matter of taking a few more breaths.

......

Glancing at the city in the distance, the opera glanced at Wang Shi again, and then drew a rune in mid-air, sealed it on the body of the night bell, and then held a Dao chisel.

"You still have some time before you can break through, and I am the only one to stop these ten people during this time!"