"Pastoral!"

"Sword of the Pastoral World!"

In Shanyu City, countless cultivators rushed from all directions, their eyes flashing brightly, staring closely at the black battle force in the sky in the distance.

In fact, after three years of silence, most of the cultivators in Mountain Fish City did not know this war department.

But.

This did not stop them from being in awe.

A war department of three thousand people.

Everyone was shrouded in a black mist, silently suspended in the sky. This kind of mist is particularly weird, and the endless darkness is even mixed with a little bit of blood red, like the ghost aura oozing from the nine shadows, with a chilling murderous intent and a rich coldness, which makes people feel creepy.

No matter how good the eyesight is, they can't see through the fog, nor can they see the figures inside.

But.

Along with the scattered mist, a powerful and inexplicable aura was released without any fancy fancy.

The surging momentum, continuous into a piece, turned into a wave of earth-turning, constantly lapping in the deep void. Everyone clearly saw that the originally lonely sky was constantly twisting and deforming at the moment, as if it couldn't bear such a terrifying momentum, and there were faint signs of collapse.

"Pastoral!"

Mu Li, the patriarch of the herdsmen, quickly rose into the sky and looked at the young man who was at the forefront.

The boy seemed to be a little distracted, and did not speak for a long time.

He was suspended in the sky, looking out at the deep and endless sky above him.

After a long time, he finally came back to his senses.

His body shook slightly, and the strange mist around him slowly dissipated, revealing his figure.

Not tall, very thin.

The facial features are upright, the face is indifferent, the eyes are shining, and the corners of the mouth are cold!

Compared to three years ago.

The shepherd became thinner, and even looked very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

His personality seems to have changed a lot.

The boy who was once as crazy as fire and as violent as fire is gone. Now at first glance, it is endless indifference and indifference.

What kind of experience Mu Li has, it can be seen at a glance that this kind of indifference is definitely not pretended.

It was indifference that spilled straight from the depths of the soul.

Even if the sky falls, it will definitely not be moved.

"Child"

"I'm sorry for you!"

Mu Li was a little distracted, and couldn't help but murmur softly.

No one knows what the herdsmen have experienced underground, but all the high-level officials of Shanyu City know what the forbidden land is like.

It was a land of endless darkness, a battlefield of ancient relics.

The evil spirit there is violent and demonic, and the mysterious beast there is crazy and cold-blooded. Even the air there exudes blood, and ordinary people are afraid that they will collapse after three days of survival, let alone survive in it for three years!

"Patriarch"

Mu Ji blinked, the indifference on his body dissipated slightly, but his voice was a little cold: "I haven't seen the outside world for a long time, and I feel a little uncomfortable for a while. ”

"Well, it's good to come back, it's good to come back!"

Mu Li nodded vigorously, with a look of relief.

Let's be honest.

When he saw the current appearance of this group of children, he really couldn't help but want to cry.

As the patriarch of the herdsmen.

He was supposed to be at the forefront of the charge, keeping these young people safe and building a new future for them.

But.

Now, myself, and even the entire older generation of the herdsmen, have pinned all their hopes on this group of teenagers.

They are still children, they are still very young, they should enjoy their youth to the fullest, they should live a peaceful and happy life under the wings of everyone.

However, all of this is gone, and they don't enjoy it at all.

Look at the faces with Sangcang, and look at the eyes full of stories.

For a while, Mu Li was full of angina.

"Buzz!"

At the right time.

The void suddenly trembled slightly, and a piece of papier-mâché flashed its wings and appeared quickly.

"Senior Brother"

The herd's eyes lit up, and he quickly reached out and grabbed the paper crane.

After carefully reading the handwriting on the paper crane, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The world hasn't changed!

Bowing deeply to Mu Li, he raised his arm and drank softly: "Let's go!"

In the sky, it was extremely chaotic, and a small group of cultivators were wrapped in countless spirits with wings on their backs and dark green.

These strange spirits, like wolves, gather and disperse in groups. Hundreds of them filled the sky, and from time to time they let out a sharp and cold whistling sound, which made people's hair and scalp tingle.

The group of cultivators resisted desperately.

But two fists are hard to beat four hands, and people are constantly falling from the sky and shattering.

This is Xiluo Castle, separated from Yamayu Castle by 25 castles, which was originally the jurisdiction of a prefecture, although the territory is not large, but it is rich in resources, and it is an extremely famous material production area.

Pity.

The heaven-shattering disaster came suddenly, and smoke was everywhere, and even those mansions were too busy to take care of themselves, and there was really no one to spare time to protect this place.

This is what made Ciro City extremely miserable, and all the cultivators were almost wiped out.

"Nakshatra"

In the sky, a war department slowly appeared.

They always maintained a strict formation, as if there was an invisible thread connecting each battle repair, and no matter what kind of action they made, they were always the same.

A war department of three thousand people.

No matter when and where, it is like one.

This tacit cooperation and control alone made the vast majority of fighters ashamed.

The first is naturally pastoral.

His eyes flickered, his expression was full of indifference, and he looked ahead.

Yaksha is a kind of spirit, the level is not high, and the blood is not pure. But these guys are fast, cold and murderous by nature, and extremely vindictive.

But whoever provokes their existence, no matter who they are, will be absolutely stalked, until they perish.

Historically, the Yaksha clan has been very famous.

On the one hand, it is true that their grudges have reached an incredible realm, and on the other hand, this race is extremely easy to fight, and its strength is good.

"Senior brother, let's try to keep some alive as much as possible. ”

"But I don't think it's good!"

The pastoral voice slowly spread.

"We are the sword of the pastoral world. ”

"It is the sharpest sword in the world, and everything that stands in its way is shattered!"

"How can there be a living mouth!"

The corners of Mu Ji's mouth were slightly hooked, the original indifference on his face was even stronger, and the essence in his eyes exploded with a bang, burning wantonly like a flame.

"None of them will be left!"

Words landed.

The War Department burst into flames

"Huh?"

It's hunting, no, it should be said that the Yaksha Warlord, who is playing with life, saw someone rushing over, and his face changed slightly.

When he saw the scale of the visitor, his eyes suddenly turned scarlet.

Lots of prey.

"Whew!"

A long, sharp roar resounded through the city of Cilo.

Almost instantly, an endless stream of echoes could be heard from all directions.

And then, countless yaksha came galloping from all corners, each of them with hideous faces, each with blood hanging from the corners of their mouths, and even some of them even had their skin stained red with blood.

"Kill them!"

The Yaksha Warlord hissed and screamed.

More than half of the Yaksha suddenly swooped down with a roar!

The huge green wings, glowing with a faint light, cut through the air like a sharp blade, and let out a piercing shrill whistling.

Count carefully.

There were tens of thousands of yaksha speeding through the air.

Their eyes were scarlet, their faces were hideous, and in the process of rapid flight, layers of strange lines suddenly lit up on their originally dark green bodies.

These lines are like living creatures, converging on the wings where they shine brightest.

The already sharp blade of the wing, the light surged again, brilliant and sharp.

Suddenly.

Yakshas, who charge at full speed, quickly change their shapes, and they are constantly interspersed with shifts, intertwining into a strange giant figure in the sky.

And with the rapid speed, the pair of winged blades continued to sweep up, intertwining and converging in the void.

It's as if something is attracting them.

These blades of light are constantly compressing and colliding.

In the end, all the light gathered together, and it actually condensed into substance, turning into a huge green light fork 100 zhang long.

The light fork was sharp and cold, and the surging green light flame was all over its body, and it roared with a terrifying momentum.

This is the Night King Fork.

The Yaksha Division's special move.

It would be impossible for a normal yaksha to perform such a killer move, as the spirits are notoriously loose in formation and notoriously uncooperative. And if you want to bring together the power of all the spirits, it is generally impossible.

This requires not only perfect coordination, but also a strong commander and control.

Thus.

In this cold-blooded war department, there must be a general, and the grade is definitely very high

There was no change in the pastor's face.

Only in those eyes, the blazing flames were even more violent, almost like two burning suns!

He didn't speak.

There was not the slightest sound from the war department behind him.

Suddenly!

The pastor raised his leg and took a fierce step in the void.

It's just a very ordinary step, as if it were a leisurely step.

But the weird thing is.

With this step, the whistling sound in the sky suddenly disappeared, and a strange feeling swept through the sky in an instant.

Boom!

The invisible fluctuations like the beat of a drum, centered on the pastoral family, were transmitted to everyone behind him in an instant.

The war department of 3,000 people exerts force at the same time.

They began to move forward.

No charge, no gallop.

One step at a time, they took a step in the sky.

Constant drumming began to sound, and every plan was strong and powerful, penetrating people's hearts.

This moment.

All the creatures that felt the beat of the drum, the blood and muscles all over their bodies, were attracted by an inexplicable force, and they beat uncontrollably.

Knock knock!

The pace is getting faster and faster, and the drumbeat is getting faster and faster.

Even.

Everyone's fighting spirit is also constantly climbing and spreading.

In the end.

There were 3,000 people, each of whom was like a volcano awakened, unscrupulously spewing out unparalleled power.

"Kill!"

Suddenly.

A deep voice came from the front of the line.

"Kill!"

All the fighting spirit, all the boiling, all the pride.

It's like a torrent that has found its outpouring mouth and gushes out.

Everyone used almost all their strength.

Every cultivator threw out their fists heavily!

A full three thousand black fists that were as rich as substance shot out with a bang.

The whole sky began to shake, it began to distort, it began to deform.

Until.

A piece of the sky finally couldn't withstand this violent force, and exploded.