It's finally the fiftieth general. Although the rat quickly finished out all the generals in one go, this is really not easy to get, so I can only follow the rhythm, a little bit, Feng Xiao, Wolong have come out, ask the brothers for some monthly passes, ask for some subscriptions, and ask for some rewards!

The huge phoenix phantom fluttered its wings and soared, the phoenix feathers dancing with the wind were like streamers covering the sky, and the golden flames were like a round of fiery red sun, dazzling people's eyes.

Leng Zhuo covered his gaze with his hand, the blazing flame wave rolled, brushing over his body, this phoenix fell on the falling phoenix slope, grabbed the falling coffin, the flame claw grabbed the coffin, and with a force, the coffin was suddenly shattered into countless pieces, turning into a little ash in the flames.

And the dead phoenix chick Pang Tong was swallowed up by the phoenix phantom, and in the fire of Nirvana, it was burned to ashes little by little, turned into a piece of dust, and drifted away with the wind.

The flame of Nirvana also dissipated with the burning, until the raging flame turned into the last trace of burning Nirvana flame, as if it would be extinguished at any time in the wind, and suddenly, that trace of Nirvana fire jumped.

Under Leng Zhuo's gaze, the flame that was almost extinguished suddenly burned again, and the light and heat wave released were even more blazing than the previous flames, and in the flame that was ignited again, the phoenix chick that turned into a piece of dust and disappeared with the wind was also reborn in the flames.

The hundred generals slowly opened, the milky white pillar of light enveloped the burning Nirvana fire, the flames were torn by the wind, scattered and scattered, a touch of green color flashed from the flames, a few sections of blue-green sycamore wood were repeatedly exercised in the burning of the Nirvana fire, and the fire veins spread on the sycamore wood.

The wind is like a knife, and the fire is like a hammer, and these sycamore trees are turned into a nine-wood fire feather sycamore fan in the pillar of light, which is unified with Pang and turned into a white light and printed into the picture of the hundred generals.

Forty-ninth general: Feng Xiao Pang Tong, with the fire of Feng Ni in front of his forehead, the innate wood spirit body, and the weapon: Nine Wood Fire Feather Sycamore Fan. The firelight gradually dissipated, and the wind blew in the ears, as if the wind was getting more and more urgent, directly tearing open the falling phoenix slope, tearing away the scorching sun and day, and replacing it with the dark night, as well as the bright stars in the sky, and the bright moonlight.

The moon is as bright as water.

At his feet, the sparks reflected the bright stars in the sky, and the heavy armor collided, emitting a unique metallic rhythm, and the flags hung weakly.

It was a quiet night, Leng Zhuo was in mid-air, looking at the huge camp that stretched for more than thirty miles, except for the footsteps of the patrol soldiers, there was only the sound of the flame burning.

Flying above the camp, the camp is set up according to a certain law, and this camp is obviously mixed with plum blossoms and fish scales, and the whole camp is divided into left and right, front and back, and the central five camps. In each large camp, the tents are arranged side by side, like fish scales, and there are no trenches, antlers, pits, etc. between the tents.

The quality of camping can be intuitively seen the level of the generals, because there is a lot of knowledge in camping, due to different geography, considering many factors, although Leng Zhuo is not a professional, but he also has a small vision to learn something from a famous general under his command.

In the center of the plum blossom array, in the middle of countless camp tents, a huge camp tent is surrounded by stars and moons, and there are more than a dozen guards around, obviously this one is the handsome tent of this big camp.

summoned Pang Tong, and the hundred generals did not return with Leng Zhuo, which means that what he wants to see soon is the true face of the fiftieth general! Who will the fiftieth general, Leng Zhuo is a little impatient.

Leng Zhuo flew to the camp tent, but before he could get within two feet, suddenly Leng Zhuo felt a gust of wind blowing, and couldn't help but stop and look in all directions.

The bonfires in all directions were blown by this gust of wind, and countless sparks were raised, and as the wind flew towards the sky, the burning trees made a crackling sound, and the soldiers patrolling around couldn't help but raise their arms to block the sudden wind.

And under the bright moon, although the vision is limited, but with the help of firelight, Leng Zhuo can still see the distance very clearly, and where the wind blows, a thick fog shrouds it, like a fierce beast, swallowing the entire camp bit by bit.

It's weird, Leng Zhuo said in his heart.

Seeing the fog coming, Leng Zhuo glanced at the sky, and the bright stars seemed to be shrouded by this layer of fog-colored streamers first, and became dim.

Leng Zhuo walked forward, walked through the tent, and entered the tent, looking at the man in the tent wearing a Taoist robe and sitting cross-legged with a strange expression, his hair was a little gray, and his face was a little pale, and around the man, countless candles were lit, illuminating the entire camp tent.

These candles seem to present a formation distribution, with the breathing of the people in the array, and one is put away, how does this scene of the maid look so familiar!

Just when Leng Zhuo was groaning and couldn't think of which one it was, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Let go, I want to meet the prime minister immediately." Delay the military plane's major event, even if you have ten lives, it won't be enough to kill you!"

With a noise, the curtain on the huge tent was suddenly lifted, and outside the tent, an air flow blew into the tent, and a few candles in the south were suddenly extinguished under the blowing of the wind, and a few points of green smoke came out.

The man in the formation couldn't help but raise his eyes, although his face was pale, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle's falcon, full of majesty, making the general who entered the tent involuntarily take half a step back.

"Prime Minister, General Wei, he ......!" The soldiers in charge of guarding outside the tent walked in one after another, and one of them was about to explain with his fist, but was interrupted by a wave of the man in the array.

"Needless to say, the herald will come to my meeting, General Wei, you should step down!"

"Yes, Prime Minister!"

The camp fell into silence again, but the man in the array sighed and said, "Could it be that the old man is really unwilling to borrow my ten years of life, the Northern Wei Dynasty is not peaceful, the Han family is not prosperous, what face do I have to see the emperor!"

cough, cough, cough, with the violent coughing sound, more than a dozen candles went out, Leng Zhuo finally remembered where he had seen this bridge, Zhuge Liangbu gossip nine palaces, borrowing the mandate of heaven, prolonging Yang Shou.

The princes Liang, Zhuge Kongming, in Chinese history was demonized like a mythical existence, knowing astronomy and geography, changing the heavens, Yi Feng Shui, conspiracy and conspiracy, Wen Chengwu is all knowing, all know, he helped Liu Bei, who was like a lost dog, to seize Jingzhou, occupy Yizhou, and achieve the foundation of Shu Han, however, such a demon was tired to death, which cannot be said to be a great irony.

The princes Kong Ming really did evil, he made the enemy feel bad alive, and after he died, he didn't seem to make people feel better, and a few tricks made Sima Yi dare not chase him, and even killed Wei Yan, who was born against the bones.

Zhuge Liang, it is estimated that Guo Jia is not dead, and the drama is not hanging, maybe he can compete in the court, think about it, Leng Zhuo's bones are numb, there is no way, Zhuge Liang's name is too big, that is, when he encounters Adou who can't support the wall, this demonic character is suppressed alive, but if he encounters someone like the words, Zhuge Liang will not be tired to death.

Leng Zhuo boasted that he should be able to support the wall, with the Wolong and Phoenix chicks on the side, plus Zhou Yu, Jia Xu and others assisted, and the famous generals under his command are like clouds, just thinking about Leng Zhuo is a little chicken, in this world, who else can have besides him.

There are constantly military generals, Wenchen coming in and out, and the candles around Zhuge Liang are also constantly extinguishing, this is like his last life, even if he is a demon, he can't escape the reincarnation of this day.

In the tent, it was quiet again, except for a few candles still struggling and swaying, the other candles had all been extinguished, Zhuge Liang leaned on the wooden couch, there seemed to be a trace of red light on his pale face as paper, and his lingering eyes seemed to recall the past scenes.

Cultivating Nanyang, three visits to the thatched house Longzhong, down the mountain to seize Jingzhou, burning Chibi to borrow the east wind, west to Yizhou, the establishment of Shu Han, once to the east, south to capture Meng Shu seven times, north to six expeditions to the Northern Wei Dynasty, a lifetime of hard work, but writing a magnificent piece.

The flame finally suddenly ignited a flame, and then quickly extinguished, plunging the huge camp into complete darkness, a few points of green smoke curling, Zhuge Kongming finally swallowed his last breath.

The Hundred Generals slowly opened, and a dazzling pillar of light rose into the sky, passing through the misty fog, straight through the dark black curtain, turning the stars, shooting down a little bright star, and twenty-eight stars shining one by one, covering the dead Kong Ming.

Time, looking back, Zhuge Kongming, who was white and white, returned to that young age again, his closed eyes slowly opened again, accompanied by the twenty-eight stars, which were included in the Hundred Generals.

The fiftieth general, Wuhou Zhuge Liang, congenital star physique, weapon: twenty-eight constellation map.

After the hundred generals were included in Zhuge Kongming, they finally didn't stay here anymore, tearing apart time and space, and returning to reality.

In the huge warehouse, the milky white light gradually fell, and the surroundings fell into darkness again, a little fire light was lit from Leng Zhuo's hand, and in front of him, Wolong and Feng Xiao stood side by side, the soul mark did not enter the foreheads of the two, looking at the two, Leng Zhuo didn't know how to speak.

"Kong Ming, (Shi Yuan) meet the lord!"

Leng Zhuo was a little excited and hurriedly stretched out his hand to help the two of them, but he forgot that there was still fire in his hand, and when Leng Zhuo reacted, the flame had already burned to Pang Tong, Leng Zhuo was suddenly shocked, and just about to condense the water balloon to extinguish the fire, he saw a trace of fire flashing in front of Pang Tong's forehead.

A fire-colored protective light swept across the corners of his clothes, and the burning fire was immediately isolated, although it was still burning, it could no longer hurt Pang Tong's hair.

Looking at this scene, Leng Zhuo didn't exclaim, mother, it's embarrassing!

"Lord, where is it?"

Leng Zhuo patted his head and said, "Look at me, I'm just happy, let's get out of here first!" Leng Zhuo took the two out of the warehouse: "Go, let everyone go to my camp, and I'm getting some good wine and food, I'm going to get drunk tonight!"