After the mountain ghost finished speaking, the formation under his feet rose into the air, and the black formation instantly engulfed him and Rouge Tears, Jingwei did not take the opportunity to attack, she could see that there was infinite energy attached to the formation, and only the formation eye was the safest place. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

So much energy almost depleted the mountain ghost's pronucleus, but it was all worth it.

The mountain ghost grinned, slapped Rouge Tear's back, and a red round object flew out, and this Yin and Yang Heart instinctively flew out after breaking away from Rouge Tear's body. It's a pity that the surrounding large array went up together, firmly fixing the heart of the Yin and Yang Clan. Several black silk threads entwined and bound the red Yin-Yang Heart from top to bottom, making it unable to struggle.

At this moment, the mountain ghost has a certain space for activity, and immediately grasps the heart of the Yin and Yang clan, and the infinite energy contained in it is transmitted to the protonuclear of the mountain ghost along the meridians on the arm, and the gushing energy will hold the mountain ghost into a human form, sometimes a smoke form, and sometimes a devil's style.

Jingwei stood with his sword in his hand, not moving, but had noticed that several of the nearest legions were approaching Lingyuan, and they were currently less than a kilometer away, and they would arrive in the blink of an eye. And because she didn't know when the mountain ghosts would launch an offensive, she didn't dare to move, let alone deal with the nearest legion first. The situation is very unfavorable for Jingwei!

"Haha! it's over!" the mountain ghost laughed wildly, and the palm of his hand left the heart of the Yin and Yang Clan, and the black silk thread was loosened. Without binding the heart of the Yin and Yang Clan, he still wanted to fly out, but the mountain ghost would not let it run away like this, and beat the heart of the Yin and Yang Clan back into the "container" of rouge tears with one palm. Then, both hands unsealed, and a black divine power attached to the surrounding large array, and the formation began to expand rapidly, and soon it was half a block in size, and Jingwei was completely wrapped in it.

In the middle of the formation, the mountain ghost waved his hand, and all the buildings were completely annihilated, leaving no sign of it, even the inhabitants who still existed! Jingwei jumped away, and the wreckage of the building she was stepping on was no exception, and it turned into dust at this moment.

After a wave, the mountain ghost and Jingwei stood in the big array, stepping on the black void under their feet, and the black void around them was also enveloped, and they stood in the void, not seeing the existence of any buildings.

"Jingwei, I respect you as a person from the Lost Valley, I don't hurt you, I just trap you. As for Ling Yuan, naturally someone will kill him!"

The mountain ghost said, there is this formation condensed with the heart of the Yin and Yang clan, and the mountain ghost is not afraid that he will be killed by Jingwei's move, in the formation, he is the king, he is the master. However, because of Jingwei's special status, he doesn't want to mess with the Lost Valley, the creatures in it are more perverted than the other, according to the current situation in Storm City, if there is another Lost Valley, they will be destroyed immediately. It's just that the mountain ghost doesn't know that if Ling Yuan wasn't worried about the safety of Rouge Tears, he alone would be enough to break Storm City.

Jingwei looked around, except for the void or the void. The voice of the mountain ghost was transmitted through special means, and she could only see the continuous void and the constantly changing starry sky. The characteristic of this formation is that it is not a killing formation but a maze formation, and it is almost impossible to break through the strength of the general without surpassing the general with great strength, but if you want to go out, you need a very high formation talent to find the characteristics of the formation and then move forward along the way out, if the formation manipulation ability is not strong, you may be able to find a way out in a day or two, if the formation is manipulated with a very high talent, then it may take a long time to find an exit, and you may even be unable to go out in your life. It is not impossible to be trapped by the formation, such as Qi Qi, he was trapped in Lin'an by the formation of Ouyang Hai and the old man Qi Mu, and he doesn't know how to get out yet.

Jingwei knew that every minute and second of delay would deepen the danger she faced from afar, but she couldn't hurry. The old man of the mountains and seas studied the formation and forbidden arts, and under his influence, Jingwei's achievements in the formation were not much lower than those of the old man of the mountains and seas. However, because this formation was cast by the mountain ghost relying on the heart of the Yin and Yang Clan, it took a lot of patience and a lot of divine power to crack it.

Thin swords surrounded Jingwei, and the oil-paper umbrella stretched out to block the danger of the Void flying over her head. Jingwei sat cross-legged, suspended in the void. The divine power around his body is surging, and in his mind, he is constantly calculating the formation, looking for the only way out of the formation.

"Found it!" Jingwei's heart moved, he quickly stood up, turned into a bolt of lightning and flew forward, and the long sword oil paper umbrella saw the master fly out, and followed closely. Three bright lights flashed, and the original three things could no longer be seen.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Jingwei kept shouting in his heart, and he flew forward as fast as he could, no matter how fast she was, except for the void and the void around her, it was not even possible to tell if she was moving or not.

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Outside the formation, Ling Yuan still lay on the ground, falling into a deep coma.

A few blocks away, a regiment had arrived, led by a captain, and a patrol with him, the regiment closest to the combat area, who rushed to the battlefield as soon as they received the order, and thus became the first to arrive at the battlefield.

The patrol was getting closer and closer, and Ling Yuan was still unconscious.

Finally, the patrol came to the neighborhood where Ling Yuan was, which was first smashed by Ling Yuan, and then because of Jingwei's earth-shattering sword, which was now in shambles. And Ling Yuan was lying in the ruins, deeply embedded in it, and there was blood flowing out of the surroundings, and it could be seen that Ling Yuan was extremely injured.

"Hurry up! Ling Yuan is in front, whoever kills Ling Yuan can get the reward of the mountain ghost, the brothers are glorious and rich here, kill it!" Although there was no enemy, the captain still shouted and led his team of two hundred people to rush forward. In his opinion, being able to kill Ling Yuan, a lieutenant general, was a supreme honor in itself, whether it was because Ling Yuan was seriously injured or not.

The distance between the two was getting closer, and the captain's heart began to beat, and he knew that if he could kill Ling Yuan, he would definitely be himself.

And Ling Yuan was still in a coma, and finally the distance between the two was close enough for the captain to launch a blow to end Ling Yuan's life.

"Die!" shouted the captain, emboldening himself and rushing forward. jumped up and stabbed Ling Yuan in the chest.

The tip of the gun kept falling, and the captain's face was filled with a smile after victory, as if he saw that he was rewarded by the mountain ghost and then glorious, and the beauty kept having a lot of money.

"Get out of the way!"

The captain shuddered with a sudden shout, and casually felt the spear in his hand be opened by a huge force, and the captain rolled in the air and jumped. When the smoke and dust cleared, I saw a white-haired old man standing in front, holding a long stick-like thing in his hand, and his whole body was dressed in a way that made people dare not compliment. The clothes are ragged, the face is yellow, the muscles are thin, and the gray hair has been knotted into small pieces because it has not been washed for a long time.

"Old beggar, you are looking for death!" said the captain with a spear pointing at the old beggar in front of him. If Ling Yuan was awake, he would definitely be able to recognize this old beggar as the oldest of the three beggars he had seen first, and he was also the head of all the beggars in Storm City. It's just that Ling Yuan didn't notice that this snow-white haired beggar would have such strength that he could fight with a military captain.

"Help!" said the old beggar.

"Then you're looking for death!" The captain slashed his spear and drew a brilliant ribbon of energy, and it could be seen that his strength was also among the top among the captains.

"Captain, Captain!"

The captain's posture has not changed, and the patrolmen who have fallen behind him have all arrived, with bright armor and sharp swords, and at a glance they know that they are all well-trained people on weekdays, and at this moment more than 200 team members are fighting in a row, and the momentum is compelling!

"Help!

The old beggar was calm, because there were more than 200 characters of all kinds rushing out behind him, all dressed in rags, and they came from one of the oldest gangs, the beggar gang! And the weapons in their hands were also varied, and some of them actually rushed out with a pig-killing knife.

"Haha! mantis arm as a car!" the captain shouted and rushed forward, and the old beggar rounded his dog-beating stick to meet the captain. The rest of the beggars used their best methods, either gouging out their eyes or picking their noses, and some even gnawed directly, although once they launched these tricks, they would inevitably be stabbed, but they did not flinch at all, did not have a little fear.

It's not that they are not afraid of death, but for more than 40 years or even thousands of years, only Ling Yuan has promised them a chance to climb online, and only Ling Yuan still looks at them squarely even though he is a lieutenant general, only Ling Yuan will not dislike them and will not question their ability because they are beggars.

For them, that's enough!

While!

The middle-aged beggar helped the little beggar block a sword, although the little beggar had the strength of a corporal, but the advantage of the officer in such a battle was sometimes not obvious, while the middle-aged beggar had the strength of a third-order soldier, and he was much more powerful in battle.

"Thank you!" said the little beggar to the middle-aged beggar.

"It's okay, you want to become a general, don't take it lightly, this is not a normal fight, you have to be ruthless! Remember?!" The middle-aged beggar took advantage of the battle to teach all his combat experience to the little beggar.

The little beggar nodded, turned around, wrapped the strength with the spear he had just picked up, and pierced the chest of a person in front of him with a shot, although they were protected by armor, but the standard armor had almost no defense in the face of officer energy, and only special armor could defend against officer energy, such as Ling Yuan's Cangwei armor.

Blood ran down the spear and onto the little beggar's hand, sticky, hot, and fishy.

"Is this what death feels like?" the little beggar felt the flow of blood for the first time, and he didn't notice that a long sword stabbed in the back of his heart at all.

"Get out of the way!" The middle-aged beggar flew to spread the little beggar out, but he was just a small third-order soldier, and his speed and strength were not big enough, so although the long sword did not stab the little beggar, it pierced his body, piercing from the back of the heart to the front of the heart, and even with a section of the tip of the sword pierced the little beggar's body.

"Brother Yang!" the little beggar didn't care about the wounds on his body, hugged the middle-aged beggar, and shouted his name. This name is known to no one except the little beggar.

"Little ・・・・・・ heart!" said the middle-aged beggar pointed to the stunned soldier behind the little beggar, because his long sword was still worn on the middle-aged beggar's body, and the middle-aged beggar held it and had no way to pull it out.

The little beggar gently sent down the middle-aged beggar and gently removed his hand from the sword, at this moment the middle-aged beggar had completely lost his breath, his chest did not beat at all, and he lay motionless on the ground, not even having time to say goodbye to the little beggar.

Perhaps, in the wild that more than ten years ago when he was betrayed by relatives and friends, he was in his prime and had a full head overnight. And it wasn't until many years later that he settled down in Storm City, although he was very unwilling to try to make a comeback, but here he met people who could really be called people, everyone was so simple, as long as a piece of food would be satisfying, everyone would show a rare love in the world after the catastrophe.

And every time he sees the little beggar, the middle-aged beggar will feel déjà vu, because he sees the shadow of himself in the little beggar, the same elegance, the same unwillingness to be worldly, and the same courage. Therefore, the middle-aged beggar will tell the little beggar about his experience every time, hoping to make him take fewer detours.

If he could see the little beggar's achievements in the future, he would be proud of it.

Two tears left on the little beggar's face, from the eye sockets, to the corners of the mouth, and finally to the tip of the sword, scattered into four petals and fell on the dusty ground・・・・・・・・

Brush!

The little beggar raised his head, and his two sword eyes stared at the soldier who was still trembling.

The two pairs of sword eyes made the soldier's trembling body even more intense, and he even felt that the young man in front of him was in a trance for a moment and turned into another person, another more cold-blooded and bloodthirsty person. There was a pile of anger accumulated in his chest, and even he could see that he was going to use all means to get revenge at this moment.

The soldier froze in place, and a spear in his hand fell to the ground out of fear.

"You!" the little beggar looked up, "Die!"

As soon as the words fell, the little beggar turned into a sword light and flashed behind the soldier.

The sword is still the same sword, the same sword that pierced the middle-aged man's body.

At this moment, the sword was dripping blood, and the blood was the blood of a soldier, and of course it was mixed with the blood of a middle-aged beggar.

The little beggar gently wiped the blood from his sword with what he thought was the best garment, and a sudden warmth enveloped him.

Sergeant!Sergeant!Ensign! Lieutenant!

The little beggar, who had been precipitated for many years, was instantly promoted to the fourth rank in a row and promoted to lieutenant!

"Kill!"

The little beggar swung his long sword and smashed into the crowd, his sword aura swept and his sword light flickered, quickly turning the tide of the originally decadent battle.

The wind swept up a thick cloud of dust, raised a lot of sand, and the fierce fighting had ceased. More than three hundred corpses were left on the ground, and all the soldiers were lying here, and the captain was no exception. The old beggar had tried almost all his strength to kill the captain, and more than half of the remaining two hundred patrolmen were the work of the little beggar, who had just been promoted because of a hearty killing.

"Brother Yang, have you seen it?" The little beggar raised his head, the body of the middle-aged beggar had been collected, and the biggest threat at the moment was the steady stream of legions, whose combat strength was higher than that of the patrol.

The old beggar gang leader sat on a big stone with a dog-beating stick and kept panting, next to Ling Yuan, because he didn't know how badly injured Ling Yuan was, so no one dared to step forward and lift him up.

"What should we do next, Storm City's reinforcements are about to come, and we can't stop it with this little manpower!" said an elder.

"Signal!" said the old beggar.

"Helper! If all of us die here in battle, the beggars will be over in our vein, please think twice!"

The old beggar did not speak immediately, but took a breath and said earnestly: "When I took over the dog beating stick, the old gang leader said a word to me, he said that when there are no beggars in the world, it is the real peaceful and prosperous world. It's a pity that the goal that could have been achieved more than ten years ago has been completely changed because of a catastrophe, and now Ling Yuan is our hope, only through him! There will really be no beggars in this world, even if we all die in battle!

"Yes!" the elder pulled out a flare he had with him.

Sou!

The beggars gang a cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet each other!

For a while, many beggars suddenly rushed out of the streets and alleys of Storm City, and some of them were not ragged people, some of them were wearing workers' clothes, some were waiters, and some even came in suits. However, despite the lack of the Beggar Gang's signature attire, without exception, they all started as Beggar Gang, and finally have the stable job and considerable income they have today, the Beggar Gang is a belief rooted in the depths of everyone's heart!

"Big brother is a cloud-piercing arrow!"

"Let's go, let's see what's going on!"

"Walk ・・・・・・・・"

Beggars from all over the world were numbering in the tens of thousands, and they had arrived from a great stormy city, some of them before the legions.

After arriving, they did not panic or chaos, but stood side by side behind the old beggar in an orderly manner, protecting Ling Yuantuan.

No matter how many people come, the little beggar will always be in the front row, because he wants to kill and take revenge!

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One after another, the legions arrived, but seeing such a large legion of beggars, everyone hesitated for a moment, stopped in place, and waited for the rest of the legions to arrive.

Fortunately, all the generals arrived relatively late, otherwise with a group of beggars, no matter how many people there are, it is impossible to wrestle with the generals, this is the essential gap, which cannot be made up by quantity!

Finally, the legions of Storm City gathered twenty or thirty thousand, and it is estimated that the number of people on the other side is about the same, and they can fight.

With a wave of his hand, one of the highest-ranking colonels on the battlefield rushed to the beggars' gang with 30,000 legions.

The little beggar shouted and rushed out first, and the rest of the beggars followed suit.

There is no military spirit, no military formation, no weapons, the beggars are fighting with blood, but sometimes, what is the use of blood alone. In the face of the regular army of Storm City, armed to the teeth, the decline of the beggar gang was quickly revealed, and if it weren't for the blood in their hearts, many people would definitely start to flee now.

However, these people, who were usually considered to be the lowest professions, now show a spirit that surpasses all others, they are fearless, they are brave, they are willing to sacrifice.

Often a soldier hits a beggar, but he has to hold the weapon and can't withdraw, at this moment there will definitely be another beggar to come to mend the knife, it is with this kind of deadly fighting, the beggar gang barely keeps not collapsing.

However, as one beggar after another fell, almost half of the original 30,000 people were now gone, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Rivers of blood flowed slowly along the low-lying sections, meandering like a red ribbon.

At the end of the red ribbon was at Ling Yuan's feet, and again and again, the red blood seemed to be a tumbling wave constantly beating Ling Yuan, trying to wake him up. Who knows how many unyielding heroic souls have melted in just a short river of red blood. Until they died, they were still fighting, in order to wake up Ling Yuan.

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Ling Yuan in a dream.

Wave after wave, sticky and a little warm, what the hell is that, what is it?

Ling Yuan had never been so eager to know the answer as he was now, so he was about to sit up, but the sudden pain in his heart brought his consciousness back, and everything that had happened before began to flash in his mind. Find Rouge Tears, rescue Rouge Tears, kill the void karma, escape, encounter mountain ghosts, fight, and finally lose the enemy here.

"Yes! Rouge tears!" Ling Yuan stood up suddenly, holding back the severe pain, and Ling Yuan looked around, surrounded by the remains of his broken arm.

At this time, I remembered the warmth under my feet, and looked down, blood!

Looking around again, there were a sea of people, and more of them were corpses lying on the ground, overlapping each other and laying on the ground.

In the sky, there was a huge black formation, and it was impossible to see what it was from the outside.

"What happened?" Ling Yuan patted his head, there was no memory, his memory was in a state of fragmentation since he was shot away.

Looking at it again, Ling Yuan could recognize the people on the ground, or the corpses on the ground. Their special clothing shows that they are from the same place.

Because of the first battle, those beggars who died in the battle were placed around Ling Yuan, because this was the safest place, and everyone didn't want their comrades to suffer any unwarranted disasters after they died in battle.

So when Ling Yuan turned around, the first thing he saw was Brother Yang, a middle-aged beggar.

"What?!" Ling Yuan's eyes grew up, he couldn't believe everything in front of him, obviously he said it yesterday, there was a beggar he knew next to the middle-aged beggar, the clean beggar who led the way for him, there were no less than thirty scars on his body, and they were all on the chest, you can imagine how heroic they would be even if they were killed in battle.

Ling Yuan moved slowly, one by one corpses came into view, and the meetings kept flashing, he had seen almost all these corpses, and even yesterday they were talking together, and they were still talking together, but at this moment, only cold corpses remained.

Almost instantly, Ling Yuan connected everything together.

"They all died to save me?"

Ling Yuan's hands trembled, unbelievable, or unacceptable.

"Why?・・・・・・・"

"Why?・・・・・・・・"

Ling Yuan kept asking, but unfortunately no one could answer.

In front of him, the beggars who were still fighting bloody battles fell one after another, but before everyone fell, they would look this way, and when they saw Ling Yuan actually standing up, everyone fell with a bright smile on their faces, and they died as they deserved・・・・・・・・・

"Why, why, no!"

A divine power suddenly erupted from Ling Yuan's body, which was the long river of history that he had fused for a long time, and at this moment, the long river of history flew out of Ling Yuan's body, continuously, forming a spectacular scenery in Storm City.

"This ・・・・・・・"

Several generals who were still flying in looked surprised to see the emergence of the long river of history.

As the source of the long river of history, Ling Yuan is surrounded by the purest energy, they erupt from Ling Yuan's body, and after the baptism of heaven, earth, sun and moon, they return to Ling Yuan's body, nourishing his meridians and expanding his protonucleus.

In the end, all of Ling Yuan's injuries recovered in an instant.

This is not the end of it, all the energy is still being injected after that, and this time they want to help Ling Yuan advance.

One, two, three!

Eventually, three new palaces were built, and all eight palaces were lit up, and the river of history became brighter than before, with brilliant colors more visible than the dazzling sunlight.

Promotion!Admiral Hachinomiya!

Ling Yuan opened his eyes and swept towards the soldiers of Storm City who were still fighting.

The two sides that were still fighting fiercely were suddenly swept away by a long river of history, and nothing about the beggars was nourished by the long river of history. But the soldiers of Storm City are about to be unlucky, the furious Ling Yuan wielded the long river of violent history, swept almost all the soldiers behind the long river of history, and finally drowned them all in it!

The beggar who was pulled away by the long river of history turned around and saw that Ling Yuan was standing at the top of the long river of history, majestic and majestic. So he excitedly shouted: "Help, master! We have succeeded! Ling Yuan has recovered! We have been saved!"

The seriously injured old beggar coughed twice and said, "It's not that we are saved, it's that the beggar gang can withdraw from the stage of history from now on, and there is no more beggar gang in history, and there is no need for a beggar gang・・・・・・・