The eastern battlefield is located in the hinterland of Yangcang, and the fighting is more tragic than in the west and south.

The Yang Cang Realm invested heavy troops at the door of its own house, and three of them were dispatched during the Mahayana period alone, one of which was the evil demon who had attacked the Lingyun Sect before.

The Yang Cang Realm can save him once, and naturally he can save it a second time, in order to deal with this fierce beast from ancient times, the Three Immortal Realm sent the sword cultivator Zhao Shuquan.

Both of them are at the peak of the sword, and between the weapons attacking, they will always trigger the sword intent that tears the starry sky, but the swordsmanship of the two is in the same vein, both from the white jade high-rise that outsiders can't climb, just a few moves, the most seriously injured are the other monks.

He has been locked in a narrow crack for 10,000 years, and his mind has long been perverted, but Zhao Shuquan can't ignore it, and he fights and retreats, leading him to an inaccessible place.

Just walked two with swords, and a pair of fists and feet rushed out of the battlefield on both sides.

The head of the Thorn Sect is Zhan Qi, the peak cultivation of the Mahayana, the height of nearly a zhang is not inferior to the Lingyun Sect Li Heixiong, the aura around the body is violent, the muscles are high and bulging, and a velvet gluttony sits down, even if it is placed in the Wild Thorn Sect everywhere, it is extremely rare.

Opposing him was Fei Mi, the head of the Central Court, known as the "gibbon monkey", Fei Mi's body size was not as bluffing as Zhan Mi, but his natural arm span was extremely long, and his hands were almost on the ground when he stood.

When he was young, Fei Mi was ridiculed because of his strange appearance, and now he is the head of the central court, and at the same time he is also the head of the imperial court guard, and his strength is so terrifying that even Yang Dingchun, who has always been unruly, has to politely shout "Uncle Fab" when he sees him.

The two body refining powerhouses were obviously old acquaintances, and as soon as they met, their eyes revealed a strong battle intent.

Zhan Qi grinned and pointed to the sky, Fei Mi raised his hand and shook it gently, making a loud noise, the two of them didn't need to say much, their bodies jumped up, and the sky soon heard a vibration that was not inferior to thunder.

Several great gods left the battlefield one after another, and everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but the next moment, there was a sudden creepy laughter in their ears, and the laughter lasted for a long time, and then there was a babbling and singing that made people feel chills down their spines.

Many of the Three Immortal Cultivators involuntarily stopped their movements when they heard the sound, and they raised their heads to listen with a wooden expression.

The singer is a woman, her voice is tactful and resentful, telling a story of being abandoned on the wedding night, at the end of the story, the bride wears a red wedding dress, hanging in the wedding room...

As soon as the song was sung, the monks of the Three Immortal Realms began to breathe rapidly, and they clutched their necks and struggled in pain, as if they had been strangled by someone.

Just as they were getting harder and harder to breathe, the crowd resounded with the sound of a middle-aged monk playing the emerald jade flute in his hand.

The sound of the flute is like a drink that has been sealed for hundreds of years, clear and intoxicating, when this drunkenness reaches the extreme, all troubles will come to naught, even if the resentment and unwillingness to be abandoned by the lover before, it is also drifting away with the wind.

"Smack."

A crisp cracking sound sounded in everyone's heads, and the invisible rope hanging around the necks of the three immortal monks was torn off, and they suddenly returned to reality, panting and sweating profusely, and their faces were full of fear and fear, only to find that there were two more tear stains on their cheeks unconsciously.

The middle-aged monk stopped playing and quietly looked at the Yang Cang camp.

There, a woman in a red wedding dress sat on a chair made of bones, staring at him with resentment in her eyes.

"The mere god can actually crack my Netherworld Clan's life-seeking spell, what's your name?"

"Zhang Sheng." The man spoke flatly.

"How did you do that?"

The man smiled but said nothing.

It's not that he's pretending to be profound, but it's really embarrassing to say.

When the man was young, he was also abandoned by his lover, and he couldn't think of finding a crooked neck for a while, and he didn't want to be blessed by misfortune, so he inadvertently stepped into the fairy road, so he was quite touched by similar things.

……

The battlefield is thousands of miles to the east, the sword intent is clear, and there are countless invisible sword qi of all sizes scattered here, and the surrounding hundreds of miles are already alive and not allowed to enter.

The two swordsmen's moves have both reached the tenth floor, and although the sword moves and names are far from the same, the sword intent in them is the same.

The evil man turned into a "emperor's death" tore out a huge hole in the space, and Zhao Shuquan's tenth layer was named "Yingfu", Yingfu was too slight, and it was ominous to the emperor, but for him, it had a bit of "angry bullfighting" meaning.

Although the intention is sufficient, compared with the other party's "emperor's death", it is inevitable that it is obviously a little unworthy of the name.

This can't be blamed on Zhao Shuquan, he just realized this trick not long ago, and before he could polish it, he was sent to the battlefield, and the opponent also knew Bai Yujing's swordsmanship, but in the other party's mouth, this set of swordsmanship was called "picking stars".

"In the post-French era, I didn't expect that there would be people who could realize the sword intent of the deity." The two fought for a long time, and the man with two black swords spoke for the first time.

"The posture is good, and I have seven or eight points of essence, but if you really talk about it, you will only make one move, but that young ghost is more perceptive than you."

What the man said in his mouth was naturally the kingship who also held two swords.

Zhao Shuquan was not displeased because of the other party's arrogance, and said in a humble tone:

"Haven't asked your seniors for their names?"

"Deity Dixin." When the man said this, he deliberately paused for a moment, and then said the terrifying second half: "The king's name is 纣." ”

Zhao Shuquan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he was born in the Nine Abyss, how could he not have heard of the name of the King of Xu, and the other party called the swordsmanship "Picking Stars", the answer was beyond doubt.

Di Xin stopped his offensive and said with a smile:

"I must have guessed that the deity was the monarch of the Great Shang Kingdom thousands of years ago."

"In that case, why are the seniors imprisoned in the cracks?"

A gloom flashed in Di Xin's eyes, "Because the deity has fallen for the tricks of the immortals." ”

……

The real Shang is not as brutal and mediocre as recorded in the history books, although he does not dare to say that he is comparable to the ancestors into soup, but he also took care of the country in an orderly manner in the first few years of his accession.

People are nearly middle-aged, and no one can escape the fear of death, and the same is true of Emperor Xin.

He listened to the words of the priests and took the bait, and established the Star Picking Tower in the capital, intending to feast the immortals to seek immortality.

The Star Picking Tower was completed, and the immortals really came, but they did not give the immortal medicine, but sent Di Xin to the ancient times when the heaven and earth first opened.

It is not the ancient of the Nine Abysses, but a much older and larger world, with a rich aura, even the mountains, rocks, grass and trees can be cultivated into spirits.

As a human race, Di Xin has a unique advantage, and it only took hundreds of years to enter the Holy Void Realm.

At that time, the Holy Void was still called the "Holy Immortal" because there was no such thing as a weakness once every thousand years.

The Holy Spirit created the world, but did not deprive all things of greed, so that they always imagined that they would be the supreme being, and this idea was especially strong when Desin was the emperor, and they did not hesitate to participate in the battle against the Holy Spirit.

The great battle was so tragic that most of the old gods were killed, and even the two holy spirits who had always been omnipotent also fell during the battle, and if it weren't for the traitor among the ancient gods, I am afraid that the only remaining holy spirit would also go with him.

Later, the Holy Spirit reformulated the rules of heaven and earth, and the ancient gods who participated in the rebellion were turned into ugly monsters, driven into cracks and suffered from chains piercing their hearts for eternity, and the traitors among them were willing to be the lackeys of the Holy Spirit, acting as evil guards, and becoming the "fierce gods" in the mouths of outsiders.

……

In the sky above the eastern battlefield, the roar did not stop for a long time, and the clothes on the upper body of the battle were shattered, revealing the muscles and flesh like iron.

In order to pursue the ultimate speed, he gave up the cumbersome fat, and at this moment he held a mixed iron rod in his hand, and cooperated with the mount to give up a lot of pressure on the other party.

Fei Mi's weapon is a pair of iron hammers with slender handles, and the hammer head is only the size of a fist, and every time it collides with the opponent, it will make an earth-shattering sound.

At first, the two of them were only hand-to-hand combat, but their physical strength was far beyond that of ordinary monks, even if they were occasionally injured and bruised, they would quickly return to normal, and if they continued to fight like this, they were afraid that there would be no results for hundreds of years, so they invariably picked up the weapon in hand.

When he was young, he relied on this thing to subdue many self-proclaimed steel and iron bones, which made many people who laughed at the "man borrowing the beast's power" obediently shut up.

This statement is indeed true, there are few people in the Rhine Thorn Sect who can exert their body refining to the extreme, and most of their physical cultivation is no match for the same realm of skill cultivation, so they must rely on foreign beasts to barely equalize.

Even Zhan Qian himself is only able to fight with Fei Mi back and forth with gluttonous help.

Fei Mi's arms are much longer than ordinary people, and with two iron hammers, the attack distance is not inferior to that of holding a long stick.

He didn't want to waste time on Zhan Qian, but looked at the mount under the opponent, and the two iron hammers attacked in turn, no matter how dense the latter's defense was, the mount had to be hit from time to time, and sometimes Fei Mi would rather be smashed by an iron rod than give a mouthful of gluttony.

After a few times, the gluttony with rough skin and thick flesh could not bear it, and there were faint signs of retreat, Zhan Qi stabilized his mount, closed his baton and said:

"Old ghost Fei, you can't afford to play, right, what does it mean to always greet strange beasts?"

"Hehe, a man who relies on brutes to show his prestige, is embarrassed to talk about me?"

"Do you think Lao Tzu can't beat you without a mount?"

"Otherwise?"

Zhan Qi was already impulsive, but at this moment, he was aroused, turned over and put away the mixed iron rod, and said directly to Fei Mi:

"Old ghost Fei, do you dare to stand still and receive a punch from the other party, whoever screams first is a grandson."

"It's exactly what the old man wants."

Fei Mi smiled in his eyes, and also withdrew his weapon, and smashed it with a big fist.

……

In the middle of the battlefield, a beautiful woman in a gorgeous wedding dress had already killed Zhang Sheng, she stood up and walked slowly towards the other party, and at the same time there was a long stick tied with white cloth strips in her hand, commonly known as the mourning stick.

The Netherworld Clan has its own lineage in the Yang Cang Realm, the origin is very mysterious, most of the clansmen are terrible ghosts who died unjustly, and a breath of resentment in their chests has not been extinguished, and they are unwilling to go to Huangquan for a long time, and their cultivation will also increase with age.

The woman's name is "Ning Ji", she died in the peach and plum years, and now she has been practicing Taoism for thousands of years, cultivating to be comparable to Mahayana, and began to lead the Netherworld three hundred years ago.

If the king's authority was here, he would have been frightened by the other party's strange powers, and Zhang Sheng, who was also from a mortal background, was also faintly stunned, but he had gone through life and death hundreds of years ago, and he looked at everything more clearly than some older people, so he stepped forward and said:

"Girl, why continue to be obsessed?"

"That's a lot of nonsense."

The woman waved the mourning stick in her hand, bringing the sound of whirring wind.

The wind was mixed with bursts of whimpering, and people were upset when they heard it, Zhang Sheng raised the jade flute when he saw this, but he directly stabbed it out as a weapon, and a thick sword qi burst out, faintly carrying the meaning of superior swordsmanship.

Zhang Sheng's imitation skills are first-class, and he relied on a series of small tricks to make the king suffer in the competition, and although he was defeated in the end, he also stole a style of swordsmanship.

The woman turned slightly sideways to avoid the sword qi, and the mourning stick in her hand was still castrated, smashing at the other party with the yin wind.

Zhang Shengxiu was still too low after all, and he didn't dare to resist hard, so he retreated sharply, and at the same time raised his hand to blow the jade flute.

A ripple swept away, but it was easily shattered by the woman holding a stick, and the latter continued to bully the body and raised her arms high, with Zhang Sheng's cultivation, if you hit it, you will be directly detained from the soul.

The two are getting closer and closer, and the man seems to have returned to the scene of standing under the crooked neck tree, with a rope noose in front of him, as long as he straightens his head, he can end his miserable life.

The stick was about to be smashed, and a figure suddenly appeared between the two, dressed in plain clothes, and his hands were stained with fresh loess, as if he had just returned from the vegetable field.

The old man's Mahayana cultivation was at its peak, and he didn't see the slightest fluctuation of aura around his body, and he grabbed the deadly mourning stick with just a raise of his hand.

The woman was not much surprised, pulled back the stick and said coldly:

"Just now, I couldn't lead you out at the cost of thousands of monks' lives, but now he actually took the initiative to appear, it seems that he is indeed extraordinary."

The old man lowered his hands and smiled kindly, "There are other important people. ”

As soon as the words fell, the figures of several monks on the battlefield flashed, and they all rushed to the back of Yang Cang, the woman's face flashed with surprise, and she looked back at the semi-circular magic weapon suspended in the air, and just as she was about to move, she was blocked by two huge clay puppets, and the old man's unhurried voice sounded again:

"Ning Ji, the old man will let you really die today."

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it."

The glamorous woman quickly threw out a hemp rope and firmly strapped it in the neck of a clay figure blocking the road.

"Bang."

The clay figurines immediately shattered.

Like the mourning stick, the rope on Ning Ji's hand was also an obscure object, called the "hanging rope", and it was with this object that she locked the necks of many monks.

The old man took a step, and his figure blurred, and before it could completely dissipate, the deity had reached the woman, and then slowly stretched out a palm.

The woman let out a sharp roar from her mouth, and a monstrous resentment swept in all directions, and the mourning stick in her hand was wrapped in black mist and pointed at the old man's palm.

The old man's palm was as steady as a rock from beginning to end, passing through layers of black mist and colliding with the mourning stick. The black mist kept washing the palm of the old man's hand, and the spring mud attached to the fingertips was visibly decreasing with the naked eye, and when the soil was completely washed away, one of the old man's fingers suddenly broke off from the root.

The woman's face was startled when she saw this, and it was too late to stop it, and at some point, the old man in front of her had turned into a clay figure, gradually crumbling under the black gas, and at the same time, the clay figure who had never made a move, seized the opportunity to send a fatal blow at this moment.

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(End of chapter)