Ten thousand years ago, in the Great War of Spirits and Demons, the two sides often touched thousands, or even tens of thousands of monks, to fight to the death, and then the contact with the upper realm was inexplicably interrupted, and both sides were shocked and reined, and after figuring out the situation, they knew that they could not annex each other, and the war came to a halt.

There were no big wars, skirmishes were more frequent than ever, and the means were more vicious and unstoppable. At that time, there was such an example, the first person sneaked into the opponent's hinterland with clever concealment methods, carried people with space treasures, and suddenly broke out at the right place and at the right time, and inflicted a heart-wrenching blow on the opponent.

It stands to reason that this method is really effective, the battle line between the two realms of spirit and demon is long, and no matter how powerful the monk is, it is impossible to cover everything, so it is extremely difficult to prevent it.

Just imagine, if a place like the Daoist Academy is gathering a large number of junior elites for some reason, and as a result, it is raided by the elite of demon cultivators.

For another example, the old dean was casting a seal on Xiaohong, but was raided by some people pretending to be teaching students.

Don't say anything about the difference between spirits and demons, as long as you have the heart, there is nothing that really can't be done. There are thousands of monastic methods, and there are hundreds of millions of methods derived from them, and no one can guarantee that they can be shielded from them all? Besides, if every monk guards against the other party's sneak attack in this way all the time, how should he live?

If you don't prevent it, once something like that happens, who can bear the consequences?

The first battle tasted both sweetness and bitterness, and both sides realized the terrible nature of this tactic, and imitated each other and sent spies to each other, so that the truce that should have arrived was delayed for thousands of years. Because of this, the spirits and demons have each given birth to a lot of magical powers and treasures that are specially coordinated with them, and the concealment methods have reached the extreme, which can be regarded as enriching the cultivation.

It is recorded in the classics. It was the most chaotic time for the Waves, and it was even more terrifying than the Battle of the New Era. No one can sleep at peace.

"War and humanity, the sum of which equals jishu progress. ”

This is the evaluation of the thirteen lang when he read that period of history. Because of this, he has been taught by beautiful women, and now he is praised by the dean of beautiful women. Liao Xiangmei didn't know that Shisanlang still hadn't said a word at that time.

"The spirit and demon fought to that extent, the tactics were so monotonous, and the commanders on both sides were really cute. ”

Jusan Lang shook his head and didn't think any further. Because for ordinary monks, it is unimaginable to enter the space treasure to be carried by others, which means completely surrendering their lives to the other party. Only in the event of war can the mentality of being assigned from above and reporting the dead be formed.

After thousands of years of fighting, this method of warfare has gradually been enriched. The way of use has also reached the extreme, and it has received a very interesting name: Facebook Blossom.

Facebook refers to the face. The same method of warfare is used in multiple ways, with thousands of variations and interpretations, and the first thing to do is to hide from the other side; flowering refers to digging out the heart, striking a decisive blow, and reaping enough benefits with a single blow, and then even if the whole army is annihilated, there will be a profit.

Facebook's tactics of warfare are powerful, but war is war, not one or two tactics that can be changed. The Way of War. In a super-large-scale war, in particular, strength is the only factor that determines the final victory, and other things such as stratagems, means, and tactics can only be used as auxiliaries, and temporary gains may be possible. It's hard to change the big picture. Later, the two spirits and demons tended to ease up as a whole, and then realized that Facebook could only weaken both sides. After some tacit "cooperation", the Facebook operation slowly came to an end. until it disappears completely.

Ten thousand years later, the face in the blood domain reappeared. There is only one goal: Ghost Lingzhi!

The main body of the ghost reishi!

"Roar!"

The yin wind was blowing, and Fu Bo opened his mouth and roared and vomited, looking like he was dying and struggling as if he wanted to vomit out his heart, but in fact, he was just trying to spit out a ring.

The ring came out and the person came out, and Fubo's body shook like a ghost, splitting into two.

At a glance, the rouge bird released a surging sea of fire, dispelling the cold and freezing, and at the same time rolling out several fierce figures.

"Guns!"

The Battle Statement of the Gun King is always only one word. The shadow of the gun came out, and the gun sounded, although it was weak, it was enough to accompany the master in the bloody battlefield. Where the spear headed, Ming Feng was sharp like a lamppost shooting directly into the eyes of the Lin Ancestor, and before he could reach his head, it seemed to have penetrated into his heart.

"Barbarian!" Jiang Fan's roar was more like a birdsong, and he turned into more than ten zhang in an instant, with sharp claws and sharp beaks whistling through the air, like a barbaric and unreasonable god.

"Mountains and rivers are broken!"

"Broken Demon!"

Breaking one after another, the supernatural powers were one after another, and the four major monks shot with all their might, and the targets were all aimed at the Lin Ancestor. Behind everyone, the ghost howl sounded like thousands of horses, led by the dumb aunt, seven ghost kings pressed the formation, and 30,000 ghost slaves raged around, pounced on those opponents who were completely unprepared to bow to the ground.

"Eang!"

After thirty years of enduring the fire-stepping god, this time he was finally able to fight seriously, and the roar seemed to jump for the starlight overhead;

What is a circle? It is a big circle. The opponents in the circle were all exterminated, and even the invisible ghosts were not spared.

Before it was over, only a "boom" was heard in his ears, and the ancestor of the Lin family only felt that the sky was suddenly dark and bright, and then there were tens of millions of stars. Tens of millions of stars draw tens of millions of silver threads, and tens of millions of silver threads weave a dense net, and the net is dead.

Forty thousand points of silver light shimmered on the hillside, like forty thousand mouths of death, and the seven great stars in the sky seemed so dim, so weak, so weak and innocent compared to them.

And that's not all!

A silk thread swept through the void, splitting a demon cultivator who had just stood in half, and the wonderful thing was that in the past, their bodies were mutilated or even shattered, and they could be reunited, but today, somehow, the two bodies tried their best to get together in the middle, and they couldn't get together.

Xiao Budian zuihou appeared, holding the reverse marten in one hand, and twisting the flower twisted with silk thread in the other hand, looking east and west, raising his head and stomping his feet, pursing his red lips and feeling a little dissatisfied.

"Look, there's no play. ”

"Meow. ”

The anti-demon mink rolled lazily, its furry head against Xiao Budian's chest, thinking that such a scene would also be a bit cheap

Nearly 800 years ago, the ancestor of the Lin family took five overhaulers and spent 28 years searching for traces of ghost lingzhi, and found many clues, but did not encounter its body.

Eight hundred years later, Thirteen Lang took six people, plus seven people from Xiaobu, repeating the process of the year, and it took slightly less time than the ancestor of the Lin family.

However, how could the Lin Clan Ancestor be compared to Thirteen Lang?

Twenty-five years, how much can Thirteen Lang do?

Compared with strength, the current Thirteen Lang faced the original Lin Ancestor, and there were more than two of them to beat him.

Although the monks of the Six Dao were seriously injured, they were loyal.

The ancestor of the Lin clan did not have an anti-demon mink.

Thirteen Lang is surrounded by talents, and he is no longer growing all the time; the fat and gray have recovered, the queen ant lays eggs again, and there are also anti-magic martens and small points, which is not improving day by day. In terms of strength alone, compared with the twenty-five years and ago, the ghost army except for the dumb aunt has decreased due to the huge consumption, and the thirteen lang has improved in all aspects, and it is more than one.

The ancestor of the Lin family is a matter of life and death, and Thirteen Lang is like sightseeing, and he makes extra money by the way.

It's better to forget about it

"Kill!"

The sound of killing started, and under the military order, Shisanlang withdrew from Fubo's body and returned to his original position, and then spread his wings.

At this time, the yin wind had just arrived, and it was rolling him towards the sesame leaf with incomparable force, and it was too slow to float!

The face painting method is about suddenness, what is needed is speed, how can Thirteen Lang wait for it to drag itself slowly? The Hokage is vertical and horizontal, and the red of the white wings reflected by the firelight has not had time to fade, and Thirteen Lang has already appeared in the sky, directly above the ghost Lingzhi.

Why is he the only one?

Because he has a nail, one is more than ten meters long, and it is dark and dark and there is no special nail. In the line of sight, the seven stars in the sky suddenly enlarged, as if they had been slapped on the head by a giant palm, and they all sank three thousand feet together. The originally balanced starlight suddenly distorted, and the invisible and irresistible Liliang extracted them from the adsorption of Gu Lingzhi, gathered them together, and merged them all into the "simple" spike!

"Ang!"

There was a loud roar beneath him, containing unimaginable horror, and a well appeared out of thin air on the leaf surface of the ghost reishi, and cracked textures appeared around it, and the next moment it would be scattered into countless parts. The monstrous coercion was released violently, giving people the feeling that the earth was cracking, and the entire shijie shook and shook violently, and it could collapse at any time.

No, the life-fighting ghost Lingzhi doesn't know what kind of cultivation it should be counted, but it must go beyond the transformation of the god, and it will exceed a lot.

In this way, the purpose of the ghost reishi is not to defeat or kill the other party, but to escape.

You can't escape.

There was no roar, no declaration, and Shisanro roared down with a long nail in his hand, as if he had successfully climbed the flag bearer of the enemy position, and pressed the long nail into the body of the ghost Lingzhi.

There is no supernatural power, no fancy, a simple insertion, the ghost Lingzhi is nailed in place, and it can no longer be moved.

Have you ever remembered that a bird on Mount Meru was stuck in place by a few nails, and it lasted for an unknown number of years and could not be taken off. Compared to that old bird, what is the ghost reishi?

"Good work. ”

The red shadow flickered, and Shisanlang floated back, deducted a piece from the ghost Lingzhi's body, and stuffed it into Fubo's mouth like feeding a donkey.

"Eat something, and you may have to suffer a little. ”

"It's a little meaning! I'll try the taste of the immortal body and play with him slowly. ”

Shui Xiu, whose breath was dying, raised his eyebrows and exhaled, and his mouth was crunching and chewing fiercely, not forgetting to shout loudly.

"Zhisheng, Niezu, Ancestor, Divine Horse!"

(To be continued......)