The tragedy of the collision of millions of armies is not at all conjecture can be described, and the human brain is sometimes not enough, at least the magnificent, murderous and tragic scene is unimaginable.

At the moment when the 350,000 Golden Armor Army collided with the Million Black Armor Army, Zhou Meng felt a roar in his head, his eyes widened, the killing sound of the million army shook the sky, it seemed to break through the sky, even the sky could not stop it, at this moment Zhou Meng felt that even a god could not burst out of such an amazing momentum.

When the first pillar of blood rises into the sky, it means that countless beings will die in this epic battle, and the death of the first life has failed to arouse a trace of pity in anyone's heart.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Boom, the army is like two huge killing beasts, full of strong aura, gold and black seem to be the opposite existence of heaven and earth, they cannot coexist at all, once the war machine moves, it is absolutely terrifying.

Jingle bells, blood flies, corpses fall to the ground like mustard, trampled on by those who come after them, everyone wants to survive this terrible battle, so they need to desperately protect their lives.

Click, a thunderbolt suddenly pierced the sky, through the heavens and the earth, pouring down, the icy rain hit the faces of the millions of troops, failed to extinguish the killing machine in their hearts, but like gasoline, the violent killing machine in their hearts burned higher and higher!

Zhou Meng looked at the face of his father beside him, still resolute, without a trace of waves, Zhou Zheng glanced at Zhou Meng's shocked eyes, stroked his head and said softly: "Meng'er, you remember, all the killings are just for you to live better, the children of my Zhou family's army will die, but their military soul will never be destroyed!"

The body is dead, but the soul is immortal!

There was a roar in Zhou Meng's head, thunder and lightning in the sky, shining the whole heaven and earth brightly, Zhou Meng's whole body was soaked in rain, extremely cold, but the battle of millions of troops under the city made him feel like a battlefield.

"Zhou Jiajun, a real man, although he dies without regrets, he breaks the shipwreck, kills the enemy, shows his style, and is the only soul of the Zhou family in the world!"

The 50,000 elite troops at the forefront of the 350,000 army are the heroes who follow Zhou Zheng stationed on the border, fighting with the enemy all the year round, and the enemy who fights is terrified, they are real warriors, they are steel cast by blood and war, no army can defeat them, because their soul in the army has been watching them, the soul of the army Zhou Zheng!

Boom, like a sword out of the sheath, the 50,000 army actually opened the mouth of the million crusading army, rushed directly into the hinterland, and fought frantically towards the two wings, and the million army that fought was unable to resist for a while.

"For honor, for the homeland, for the homeland, for yourself, for the Zhou family's army, for the battle! battle!battle!" A loud roar came out of the crowd, and I saw that a golden-armored soldier directly chose to die with an enemy army, ending the glory of his life!

Zhou Mengleng, watching his own soldiers die one by one and fall to the ground, a sense of helplessness rose in his heart, if his strength was still there, he would have rushed down to the city at this moment, fighting side by side with them, although he had no regrets in death, he was a man of the Zhou family!

He turned his head and was shocked to find that Zhou Zheng's eyes were already filled with tears, how could this majestic man have such a weak side!

"Meng'er, I want you to remember, these brothers are not dead, their souls will always be guarded outside the city, can withstand a million troops, I swear, I want to take my brothers, attack Yanjing, ask that high-flying bastard, what point of my Zhou Zheng is sorry for the world, why do I want my brothers to fight with their own soldiers!" Zhou Zheng's voice choked, his fists clenched, and he gritted his teeth.

Zhou Meng took a deep breath, yes, a soldier died on the battlefield for glory, beheaded the enemy, showed his demeanor, and was magnificent, but he fought a tragic battle with the soldiers of his own country, fighting in the nest, and dying!

The millions of armies are fighting, hysterical and roaring, they are desperate, they want to fight their way out, rush to Yanjing, carry the collar of that majesty, and ask why they listen to slanderous rumors and attack them, the heroes who defend the country, why countless brothers died tragically.

The people fell, but Zhou Meng was suddenly surprised to find that on the bodies of those dead gold-armored warriors, there were still their souls, as transparent, but they were holding weapons, still rushing forward, and the battle intent in the body was rumbling, and there was no tendency to diminish, this is the military soul?

"They are dead, but they are here forever, and some people are dead, but they are dead forever, their souls are gone, and they are not reincarnated. Zhou Meng muttered to himself, and his eyes seemed to gradually light up.

"Death, for the gold-armored warriors, it no longer seems to be a terrible thought, but dare to face it, not afraid to avoid it, why do they dare to do this, because the soul in their hearts is forever immortal!"

"Sheng, they sprinkle blood and throw their heads with a seven-foot body, for the obsession in their hearts, the spirit in their hearts!"

Zhou Meng muttered, he sat down cross-legged, his eyes closed, and at this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be left behind him, and he began to think about it constantly.

Life and death, in fact, when a person dies for the dream in his heart and the ideal in his heart, then death is no longer terrible, but a kind of free and easy effort.

If there is death, there is life, and living is for the obsession in the heart, for the dream in the heart, only in this way will the dead soul be immortal and will always be on the battlefield!

"I, for what?" Zhou Meng suddenly asked himself, what did he go through, life and death, and many hardships, and for what did he become stronger?

And what is the purpose of becoming stronger, in order for yourself and your friends and relatives around you to live happily, and enjoy all the fun of the world without a trace of danger.

For the sake of friends, for the sake of relatives, and more importantly, for oneself, this is not the earth, not the twenty-first century, this is a world where one cannibalistic man, and this is a world where martial arts are respected.

If Zhou Meng wants to live, he must live a beautiful life, and he doesn't want to live aggrieved and do nothing, so he wants to become stronger, and becoming stronger is to hope to live, not live.

It seems that all this is going on in cycles, and in Zhou Meng's mind, there seems to be a ray of bright light, illuminating his entire body, like a guiding light.

"Some people live and die, and some people die but live, all because of the spirit in the heart, the dream in the heart, only the dream in the heart is still there, will not become the walking dead!"

"I dream of Zhou, I want to live, so I want to be strong, I want to protect my relatives and friends, so I want to be strong, I want to live well, so I want to become strong, even if I die, I have no regrets!"

In his mind, what was constantly tumbling was Zhou Meng's thoughts, at this time, his thoughts, like a hundred refined steel, could not be erased, his spiritual power grew wildly at this moment, and his beliefs, like a rock, could no longer be shaken.

Boom, Zhou Meng got up, opened his eyes, two candles danced in his eyes, the millions of troops under the city, the generals and relatives in the city, Zhou Meng glanced around, shook his head with a smile, and walked forward.

Click, click, only a crisp sound was heard, and the space of the entire world actually gave rise to dense cracks, shocking, and Zhou Meng disappeared in an instant.

On a wide gray earth, without a trace of life, Lei Mang Daojun stood in front of him, looking at the six people opposite, two of them had come to their senses, and the three of them fell directly to the ground, not out of the terrible illusion that Lei Mang Daojun laid for them, and they were permanently lost in the illusion.

And there was only one person, Zhou Meng, who was still sitting cross-legged in place, his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a fine light rose from Zhou Meng's body, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and two fine lights burst out, as if he could see through everything about people, and there was nowhere to escape!

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