Heian City.

It's not a military powerhouse, it's not an economic center, it's a pitiful small place, and the cultivators are naturally as few as the hair on a bald head, and it's hard to count.

A humble little city, even the name is so inconspicuous. Among the tens of millions of cities in the Seven Great Dynasties, I don't know how many have the same name, even if the specifications are exactly the same, it is not surprising. However, the word "peace" is really a mockery in today's Eastern Immortal Domain.

However, it will surely become a place that will go down in history, and in the next hundred years there will be more people to pay homage to all the monuments, and almost all monks will come to this place in the future.

The final fate of the Eastern Immortal Domain was reversed and laid here.

After the collapse of the Seven Great Dynasties, major forces sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, instantly covering the land, dividing it into pieces. And now, all these big and small forces are caught in this big war.

Heian Castle is like the center of a whirlpool, and stormy battles revolve around it.

Sects, schools, princes, emperors, kings, the real heroes led their own forces to rise rapidly in this storm, swallowing up other forces with lightning speed, growing rapidly, and finally all gathered under the city of Hei'an.

Now there is no real enemy, and the disobedience of the person in front of him is the enemy, and only by killing can a new dynasty be killed.

Heian Castle is surrounded by all forces, so it is stuck on all roads, and naturally becomes the center. Whoever can occupy it will be able to control the entire battle. However, you must have absolute strength to be able to occupy it, otherwise you will be torn to pieces by the storm in an instant.

Everyone wants to occupy it, and this place has become the target of public criticism. In turn, whoever is able to occupy it has the potential to become a true king. Death and life always go hand in hand.

Xuanyuan Ang and Guan Pingchao stood on the wall of Ping'an City together, overlooking thousands of miles of wolf smoke, and their eyes were all calm. The magnificent waves of the past few days have tempered the hearts of the two of them to be extremely strong, and no one or thing can shake them.

It's just a few days, but it seems to be decades, like a sharp knife, carving countless furrows on Xuanyuan Ang's face, removing all the fat, making this face look extremely resolute.

After an eight-hour battle, I was finally able to get a moment of respite.

However, all of them did not stop, and all of them were busy, preparing for a more fierce attack.

The Tiger Eagle Armor was as solemn and fierce as ever, their faces, hands, and clothes were stained with blood, but the blades were still extremely clean.

Lined up in a uniform line, the Tiger Eagle Armor patrolled towards every battlefield and became the mainstay here.

It was with the Tiger Eagle Armor that he had single-handedly created that Xuanyuan Ang was able to hold on to the center of the storm for so long and to firmly control the battle situation.

The city wall, which was originally only ten miles long, was forcibly expanded to a hundred miles at this time. Where it expanded, it was all a mixture of steel and masonry that had been tamped by spiritual magic, and it was extremely hard.

Rao is like this, and the ninety-mile-thick city wall has also been beaten with thousands of holes.

Countless monks were busy, chanting words in their mouths, and there was a huge spiritual condensation in their hands, touching the city wall, and then steel or masonry was generated, instantly condensing.

The original pit still contained the corpses of his former comrades, but no one dragged them out, and no one had the time and strength to watch them buried in the city walls. The dead are not important, the living continue to live is the most important.

To put it bluntly, the ninety-mile-thick city wall was built with Sensen's white bones.

As soon as a group of monks finished performing their spiritual skills, another group immediately rushed up, inscribed various magic seals on them, pasted spiritual runes, and even outlined formations.

Bones, steel, masonry, spirit runes, formations, layer upon layer, no one knows what kind of superposition has been here.

It's like a deserted pond has become a natural garbage dump, so all kinds of garbage are piled up in it, and then it is constantly tamped, layer after layer, and no one knows what kind of monster it will shape into in the end.

This kind of war has far surpassed the monk's previous understanding of fighting alone. If you are a strong person in the whole realm, you are only a small part of it, and you can be destroyed very easily. So they ceased to be noble, and like everyone else, they became the cheapest life.

Death is beside everyone, and it is possible to jump up and devour it at any time, and the once strong feel that they cannot control their own lives, let alone others in the lower realm.

So whoever can raise the morale of all is the king!

At this time, the most important thing is no longer combat power, but the hope that can support everyone!

Xuanyuan Ang has been sleepless for seven days, his spine has always been straight, and he has always stood at the forefront of the battle line. For Tiger Eagle Armor and other followers, he is a banner, a banner that will never fall and can lead everyone to victory!

The banner does not fall, and the king lives forever!

Before this war ends, Xuanyuan Ang will not rest, let alone fall. His eyes were as sharp as a sharp edge, looking at the dust and smoke in the distance, and he said in a low and powerful voice, "Here we are." ”

"It's the fifty-eighth time. Guan Pingchao's voice was obviously much drier, so many days of hard work had exhausted all his mental strength, and now he had to once again admire the ability, courage and mental strength of the king he followed, if it were another hero, he would have already collapsed.

"How many more do we have?"

"There are sixteen thousand three hundred and seventy-two remaining in the Tiger Eagle Armor. Guan Pingchao's voice paused, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten. The entire 100,000 Tiger Eagle Armor was only so little bit left at this time. And these tiger eagle armors, there is absolutely no injury, only death in battle.

Without 100,000 Tiger Eagle Armor, there would be no Ping'an City.

Xuanyuan Ang still stood straight, and he didn't even frown, but the clenched fist of his negative hand had turned blue and white, and he was afraid that he would not be able to stretch it out for a long time.

"There are one thousand two hundred and twenty-one monks in the whole realm, twenty-six thousand and three monks in the Xuan realm, and thirty-six monks in the Qi Sea realm left. In addition, there are eighty-six spirit rune masters, seventy-six array mages, and three hundred and eighty-nine spirit weapon masters. There are about three thousand two hundred spirit runes left......"

Guan Pingchao reported the numbers he had just counted to Xuanyuan Ang word for word, and the rest was silent. Because each time the number is reported, there is a huge change from the last time, which means that countless people have died, or buried in the city walls, or turned into ashes, in short, it is impossible to leave a complete corpse. The war was so tragic that there was no room for corpses.

"According to the intelligence, the number of monks above the Tongxuan Realm gathered by the Eighteen Road Kings this time is 300,000, and the number of monks in the Qi Sea Realm is innumerable. After Guan Pingchao finished speaking, his brows tightened together.

"There will be fifty-nine more. Xuanyuan Ang laughed indifferently and patted Guan Pingchao's shoulder, making his brows stretch.

If you can survive the fifty-eighth time, there will be the fifty-ninth time.

Guan Pingchao sighed in his heart and said, "If we hadn't sent out those six thousand Tiger Eagle Armor, then we would definitely not have worked as hard as we have now." ”

Xuanyuan Ang laughed loudly and said, "Don't worry, there will be a reward, and it will be a very rich reward." Don't look so short, but take a long time, you always have a worse vision of people. ”

Guan Pingchao glanced at the king, and finally swallowed his words. With a thousand doubts in his mind, he still chose to follow the king's choice.

In just a few words, the dust and smoke of the sky swept over.

The entire built Heian Castle trembled violently, as if it were floating on the sea. The yellow sand in the sky turned into demons and monsters, and pounced in an instant.

The roar swept like a tidal wave, and countless lights blasted out of the yellow sand.

Baili Ping'an City seemed to awaken like a wild beast, shook off the dust on its body, burst out with a complicated light, and began to devour the monks in the yellow sand.

The tragic battle broke out in an instant!

The people outside the city rushed forward like crazy, and the people inside the city held on motionless, and there was no confusion on either side, each holding its own way, otherwise they would not be able to distinguish friend from foe, but they would kill everyone they saw.

Dense beams of light, a rain of locust-like arrows, thousands of miles of flying swords, all kinds of magic weapons, and the filth of the entire world seemed to be poured here, forming such a terrifying attack.

The mighty monk also became an ant, and with the passage of time, he was crushed to death.

There is no time limit for killing, some just drain their own blood, swallow their last breath, and fight until everyone in sight is killed.

From day to night, there was no pause.

Heian City is like a huge mill, crushing the ants on the land back and forth, and in the end there will be no one left.

It took a whole month for Heian City to gradually cool down.

The walls were covered with bones, the ground was sprinkled with blood, and the sky was always surrounded by black clouds, like the souls of the dead.

Xuanyuan Ang is still like a big banner, standing on the wall of Ping'an City!

Standing behind him, only Guan Pingchao and thirty-eight Tiger Eagle Armor remained.

Thousands of miles away, the flood army gradually emerged, converging towards the city of peace, and gradually became a sea of people, but so many people were solemn and abnormal, without any noise.

It took a long time for these 400,000 talents to gather and gather into a neat phalanx.

Suddenly, 400,000 people, neatly kneeling, shouted in unison, "See the king!"

Cry out for the wind!

From this moment on, there is only one king in the Eastern Immortal Domain!

A new dynasty has risen!