Because, the catastrophe has come, and he can no longer plot as slowly as before!

It all came so suddenly!

"This is caused by Old Man Liu's great effort, do you want to know a thing or two about the situation in the border desert battlefield?" The swordsman calmed down the mood fluctuations in his heart, quietly looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and asked lightly.

Liu Chen was stunned for a moment, with a demented expression, and looked at the two seniors with trance eyes.

"How?" he asked.

The swordsman exhaled a breath of turbidity, as if relieved, "There is an undetectable magic circle left here, if there is no old man Liu to let him go, no one can activate it!"

The swordsman took the sword from his waist, sheathed it out, and came to the offering table, where there was nothing to offer, and the offering table was unusually clean, not even a little dusty. The swordsman compared back and forth, not knowing what to do, and after three times, he stabbed the blade of the knife into the offering table and passed through the table.

Liu Chen curiously went over to take a look, except for the knife marks the size of knife marks, there seemed to be no other reaction or difference!

"Sit on the futon, close your eyes and see everything!" the swordsman said silently beside him, holding the blade of the knife to prevent it from falling.

"Your grandfather ordered the two of me like this, you just do it!" The swordsman on the side stretched out a finger, and a few wisps of faint milky white true qi shot out from his fingers, investigating the situation between Su Wan'er and Daozi, "It will take a while to wake up, hurry up, we still have some things to deal with!"

Liu Chen nodded, then sat down cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and became serious.

In the humble room, the swordsman got up and came to the swordsman and said, "Let's start!"

The swordsman nodded silently, and then the deep internal force that used itself poured into the blade, and the internal breath flowed smoothly.

The blade of the knife instantly erupted with a dazzling flawless light, illuminating the entire room, and even the pitch-black world outside was dyed white. A wisp of light that seemed to have an autonomous spirituality appeared in the flawless light, shooting out between Liu Chen's eyebrows.

"It's a common thing in the frontier battlefield, randomly projected, I don't know who projected it to you, but he must be great! But this time the scene is a little worse than usual, but not much. I will wait for three days to see this scene and things, and seven days to see more than a hundred times the things and scenes, how much you understand and perceive, it is only three or five points of personal experience!"

The swordsman said solemnly, and his serious words echoed in Liu Chen's mind, extremely dignified!

Liu Chen seemed to be experiencing it himself, he was trembling, crying, clenching his fists, howling and roaring, he wanted to kill the enemy, he wanted to save people, he wanted to help his grandfather.

But—he looked so weak and helpless!

"Old Seven!!

The earth was torn apart under the clouds that covered the sky, and the demonic energy overflowed from the endless cracks, spreading all over the world.

Corpses are everywhere here, and on the high slopes, a round of broken blood is in the sky, and under that bloody sun, stand the last sixty-nine warriors of the human race on this battlefield.

The warriors' extremely simple leather armor had already been torn from inch by inch, and they were draped over their bodies like rags, and they supported each other, because there was not a single intact skin on their bodies, and they gasped for breath, because the swords in their hands were cut to pieces, and the enemy's blood dripped from the tip of the blades, all of which silently told the earth-shattering holy war that had just passed!

Their countless companions will forever sleep in this lost land, scattered but scattered across the battlefield.

But their enemies are creatures from the depths of Daewoo, but the demons and demons who are several times their own, and the contradictions between Daewoo and them have long been irreconcilable, and they are destined to die.

The corpses of the monsters were piled up from the bottom of the high slope to the feet of the warriors, and the colorful blood flowed freely in those stumps and broken arms, but they perfectly inherited the fierce and warlike nature of the demon race, and the greedy and unbridled nature of the demon race, which did not merge with each other, and was still squirming and eroding each other, and the strength of the vitality of Daewoo's creatures could be seen.

The earth shook, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the mist that enveloped the heavens and the earth in the distance, and although they couldn't see anything, every flash of light in the mist touched their breath.

There, the nine gods from the Liu clan, who they worship as gods, are engaged in a final battle with the twelve demon kings of Daewoo, and the outcome of this battle will determine the life and death of both sides!

When the sound of "Old Seven", which was full of pain and rage, sounded, everyone's hearts stopped for a second, they didn't know what was happening, but after that, the fog began to fluctuate violently, sometimes scarlet, sometimes golden light, sometimes dead ash, sometimes purple!

Countless roars accompanied by the sound of gold and iron, and the warriors recognized that it was the Nine Gods who were fighting with their lives, but they couldn't hear the spell of the most mysterious twelve demon kings of the Daewoo creatures mixed in.

Then, suddenly, everything fell silent, and the fluctuating mist ceased to tremble, and it fell slowly between heaven and earth as if it were dead......

The warriors stared at the mist with their bloodshot dark eyes, hoping to see the god of war in their hearts. At this moment, time froze, but they couldn't freeze the ink mixed with blood and tears that slowly fell on their faces, which was the ink used to write the history of the human race!

"Plop!"

There was a warrior who fell to his knees heavily, he gritted his teeth and looked at the dead mist, his hands clutched this scorched black land, under the leather armor, a series of flesh and blood turned out of the wounds burst out of countless blood again, his eyes were full of unwillingness and hatred, staring at the mist and almost shooting it through!

His demeanor infected the other warriors, they didn't cry when they killed the enemy, they didn't cry when they were wounded, they didn't cry when they got up from the sea of corpses, but when the last hope was shattered, the great shadow of the invisible future finally broke the tight heartstrings in their hearts......

It turns out that the gods will also be defeated, even if they have led the human race to win such a brilliant battle on this battlefield! But after this battle, tomorrow's result will inevitably be reversed.

The kneeling warrior looked stunned, and he suddenly turned his head to look behind him, looking at the ethereal distance where the scorched black earth had spread, where was his hometown, one of the most magnificent ancient cities of the human race!

He used to run carefree in that warm sun, eating the food that his mother had cooked for him, and playing with his friends...... Now, his descendants have inherited all this, and if they fail, all the good things in his heart will be turned into bubbles and brutally crushed by the creatures of Daewoo!

He didn't allow such a thing to happen, the warrior gritted his teeth and dragged his broken body to stand up again, he lifted the war knife beside him that had accompanied him to kill countless enemies, and gently stroked the ruby inlaid on the hilt, which was a birthday gift that his daughter had specially found from the mountains to give him before they set out for the battle, and an ugly smile appeared on his dirty face, because he knew that he had lived in the border wilderness for more than two hundred years, and he would never see the woman and daughter he loved the most, his heart was ruthlessly torn apart, and his heart was dripping blood, but he couldn't give up。 Then, with all his might, he raised his long knife and roared and charged towards the mist!

"Kill, !!"

His voice was hoarse and dry, and it could not be transmitted for a hundred meters in the vast battlefield, but it contained the determination to die! It gave him an indomitable and invincible edge, and even the blood that was eroding each other on the ground was avoiding it.

The remaining warriors were awakened by this murderous aura, and they also raised their weapons and charged towards the mist, and for a moment this broken army turned into a sharp arrow and stabbed at the mist, even if it was ten deaths!

There are no more Daewoo creatures in the mist, and the warriors are getting braver and braver, but their physical injuries are getting worse and worse! This is the holy land of Daewoo creatures, but it is the hell for their humans, every time they get close to the center of the mist, the rejection of human beings will also increase, and ordinary human beings will not survive a day here, and they will be crushed by the laws here!

Even if they are those who can follow the gods on an expedition here, and choose thousands of martial arts masters who are proficient in various exercises, they are just ordinary warriors here, and it is impossible to resist such a strong law rejection, even if it is the nine great gods sent by the Liu clan, they can only fight under the protection of the god willow branch given by the legendary old man Liu, and they can't burst out with all their strength, this is the majesty of this heaven and earth.

But this land, which used to be clearly their world, is now so ridiculous, so ridiculous that it has been assimilated into the other world, and it is ridiculous to reject the creatures that have been naturally conceived by it!

At this point, the end of the warriors seems to have been predestined, their charge at the moment looks like the last struggle before death, their bodies have long exceeded the limit of the load, they are using their will to stimulate every bit of power they still have, this is undoubtedly fatal to them, even if they withdraw from the demon realm, none of them will survive for three hours.

In the dark clouds, there is a Daewoo creature, greedily sucking on their last pain before death on the winding earth, letting out an outrageous scream!

The warriors finally squeezed out the last trace of physical strength, they staggered to the ground like a wooden card without roots, the big knife was plunged into the black soil, allowing wisps of blood to spill from their bodies, the "Demon Domain" was eroding their bodies and souls at a high speed, but their already cold bodies still maintained a charging posture, staring at the fog and letting out a final roar, still holding a handful of black soil in their hands!

Their lives passed away suddenly, dying on the way to charge, without insulting the pride of their tribe, and the yin wind began to rage, this is the Demon Domain celebrating the dozens of unwilling souls that have just been captured!

Even the fog was blown by it.

A ray of colorful light suddenly pierced the mist of silk, like a light suddenly lit up in the endless darkness. The mist resurfaced, fluctuating violently, squeezing towards the light, trying to rebury the ray of light that clearly shouldn't have been.

But it failed, and the small, faint light was unexpectedly firm, and no matter how the fog crushed it, it shone so firmly on the dead warriors that even the howling wind had to stop looking at it, enveloping it, and then devouring it!

A miracle was at this moment, the ravine-like wounds on the warriors' bodies were slowly healing, the blood that had evaporated and scattered was re-condensed and returned to their masters' bodies, the sludge washed away, and the leather armor stitched up...... There is a power brewing in the underworld that can modify the destiny of heaven!

Finally, the fog got tired and gave up, and it regained its calmness, unwilling to touch the colorful path again. And so, the light began to grow, and it became thicker and thicker, from a finger wide to a fist wide, and then to a zhang wide, a hundred zhang wide...... It broke through the fog, but instead shrouded it, and the unwillingness and humiliation on the faces of all the warriors were melted away, and they became the most glorious and glorious warriors.