One after another, there are creatures who turn into their bodies to fight, and other creatures can't bear it!

There is an Ao Ming cow roaring, turning into a thousand zhang size, shaking the cow's head, and tearing everything with its horns!

There is a unicorn roaring, turning into the main body, running all the way, to kill everything!

There is a mountain carving, a bearded bird, a white crane, a flying phoenix, etc., covering the sky and the sun!

Ancient elephants with white hair, black pythons, one-eyed bulls, and bobcats with nine tails have also turned into their bodies and are rampaging across the earth!

There are also plant creatures that have turned into ancient vines, ancient trees, and even weeds that are hundreds of feet in size. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

All kinds of creatures fight between heaven and earth, the blood of killing flows, and the dead creatures are countless!

"It's finally time for the white-hot period!"

The big priest in Tsing Yi smiled, and under the green umbrella, a touch of joy appeared on her peerless face:

"Kill for another ten days, and everything will end!"

"Hold on, as long as you hold on, the final plan will succeed!"

In the sky, resentment, death, war, despair, grief, excitement, tyranny and other breaths converged.

This converging breath is like a dark cloud, suspended above the top of the clouds, distorting the sky, and even the space is distorted!

Under this distorted force, in the main world, the land reclamation has just been completed, and the new continent formed by the merger of dozens of continents has just been formed: on the continent of the dead, there is a bronze city located in the center of the continent.

With the Death Continent as the core, this continent is a patchwork of more than a dozen cities that have had gone crazy killing!

The Bronze Imperial City sits in the core, and in other places, there are also 36,500 small Bronze Cities scattered!

At this time, these bronze cities and imperial cities reflected each other, and the space above them was faintly distorted!

As the slaughter above the top of the clouds became more and more ferocious, the more intense this distortion became!

"Thirteen days to go, the birthday of the god of death!"

"Tsing Yi ...... Work hard!"

"I hope your killing is hotter, I hope your killing is more ferocious!"

In all corners of the Overworld, strong beings opened their eyes, their eyes crossed the sky, staring at the new continent of the dead!

"Thirteen days to go!" whispered a creature.

On this day, there was a country boy who was dumped by a developed woman!

The country boy left the village and fell into a quagmire, where he was not swallowed up in the mire, but saved by a box in the quagmire.

He managed to pull out the chest in the mire, a bronze trim made of a decaying wood.

Although the chest is decayed, and the bronze is born patina, but, strangely, the chest is very strong.

The poor boy opened the box, and inside the box was a horn!

The horn was not big, but it was the size of a palm, but when he saw the horn the size of a palm, he was obsessed with it.

He picked up the horn carved with death and darkness and sounded it subconsciously.

Toot!

The horn sounded, and the sound resounded through the sky, and in an instant, whether it was the main world or the Nine Heavens, all living beings heard the sound of the horn in their ears.

Whether it is a god, whether it is a legend, whether it is an ordinary livestock, all living beings, hear the desolate and melodious sound of the horn ringing in their ears.

The gods wake up from their slumber, and the legends open their eyes from their hidden cultivation!

Above the Nine Heavens, countless gods and legends have set their sights on the main plane world!

"It's a war horn!"

"Is it the Thirteen-Day War? or is it an ordinary war?"

"When the trumpet sounds, one-third of the stars will be extinguished, one-third of the gods will fall, and one-third of the legends will fall!"

"Who blew the horn of war?"

For a while, all the powerful beings in the heavens and on the earth were panicked!

Because, in the legend, the horn of war that was blown was once the horn forged by some ineffable being who ruled the heavens and all the worlds!

This trumpet represents death!

The old demon of Montenegro also heard the sound of the horn, and the melodious sound of the horn was transmitted to his ears, making his heart more tyrannical!

In the sea of blood, the demon head made of bronze branches suddenly roared.

The demon's head roared, and the light in the eyes of the cave sky turned into brilliance, like a beating flame.

"What's going on?" Montenegro was amazed!

Because, all this is so weird!

"There is a trumpet, what are you moving? You are just a head, a terrible demon head! or a fake!"

Montenegro muttered!

However, he found that with the sound of the horn, under the city wall above the top of the clouds, the fighting was more ferocious and ferocious!

Many creatures have lost their killing weapons, and they have been severely damaged, so they should go back to recuperate!

However, they still kill their enemies, and they are eager to kill all their enemies.

He saw with his own eyes that the three daughters of Long Jiao, the witch, and the faceless girl were beaten by some creatures and spit blood, but instead of cultivating, they became more and more courageous, eating the flesh and blood of the dragon turtle under their feet, and still fighting with other creatures!

"Such a bloody scene, I should go up and fight!"

"But, why am I cold in blood and have no urge to kill?"

Montenegro felt puzzled, he stood at the top of the war platform, looking at the creatures fighting on the battlefield!

At this moment, in the Overworld, the poor boy who blew the horn looked up to the sky and roared, he held the horn in his hand, and felt that he was full of power:

"I feel like I can fight back, I want her to know that I am the only genius in this world!"

"If she can join the powerful sect, I will be able to destroy her sect!"

The poor boy roared and returned to the village with his horn in hand.

However, in the village, he saw that his sweetheart had already left, and he went directly to the sect thousands of miles away to practice.

"I'm already strong, you're gone, then, who should I show off?"

The poor boy was not reconciled, he got up and was about to leave, and he was going to the sect thousands of miles away to find that woman, so that she knew that she was no longer a mortal, and she was already a powerful professional, a professional who was even more powerful than a wizard!

"I'm going to stand in front of her and make her regret it!" the poor boy roared, he had already thought of the lines after the meeting: Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor!

With an endless air of ostentation, he was leaving.

However, the lord wouldn't let him go: "Damn it, Ah Zhe, if you leave, who will plough the land for me, who will pay me taxes?

"So, Ah Zhe, you should work for me honestly: plough the fields for me during the day, grind at night, and clean up in the middle of the night!"

The poor boy Ah Zhe was furious: "This is impossible, I have become a great professional! I can poke you to death with one finger!"

The lord was furious: "Poor ghost Ah Zhe, even if you are a professional, you have to plow the field for me, grind for me, and clean up, otherwise, I will ......!"

Poof!

A finger poked the lord's forehead: "I said, I can poke you to death!"

The poor boy Ah Zhe looked at the corpse of the lord and sighed!

"The lord is dead, and if we catch the poor ghost Ah Zhe, we will have a chance to become lords!" someone shouted, to arrest Ah Zhe.

With a trumpet in his hand, Ah Zhe killed all those who rushed towards him, and finally, robbed the lord's wife and daughter, rode a war horse, and forcibly led those serfs and slaves to start the path of the poor!