Donghuang Taiyi took the initiative to let go of the authority of the large array and returned half of it to Bei Yingzi, and the sun, moon and stars appeared in this dark sky at the same time.

Blazing flames fell from the sky, bombarding the black resentful dragon like a meteor, and it struggled and twisted, its massive torso barely able to withstand the scorching heat of the sun. But immediately after, countless stars converged and fell, falling on the black resentful dragon again and again.

The dragon formed by the resentment roared in pain, and as the power of the stars in the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array impacted again and again, its form shrank little by little, like a stream of water that had been gradually evaporated, and it disappeared little by little.

Although the dragon was defeated and annihilated, no one showed any joy.

Bei Yingzi and Donghuang Taiyi glanced at each other, their faces solemn.

In just a few breaths, a black resentment suddenly emerged from the place where the dragon had disappeared, condensed and formed, and once again turned into a dragon and roared towards this Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array.

The scorching sun, the clear moonlight, and the twinkling starlight of the body once again crushed and annihilated the dragon of resentment, until it turned into nothingness.

But after a few breaths, the resentment condensed and converged into a dragon, but this time it was not a dragon, but more than a dozen.

However, it can be clearly perceived that these ten dragons seem to have been dispersed into ten parts because of their grievances, and the qi on each dragon is also much weaker.

The ten dragons rushed towards the Great Array in several directions, and although their strength was not as strong as before, they were more agile and agile, deftly dodging the attacks of the power of the stars released by the Great Array.

It's just that no matter how many times this resentful dragon has been annihilated, Du Youting is still covered with black clouds.

The power of this dragon comes from the majestic resentment in the Du Post Pavilion, and if the root cause of the resentment in the Du Post Pavilion is not solved, then this dragon can still be restored even if it is killed thousands of times.

Moreover, after being defeated I don't know how many times, these resentful dragons no longer tried to impact the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, but dispersed and returned to the Du Post Pavilion, allowing this fishing net woven by the convergence of stars to shrink, and took the initiative to withdraw from the land that had been swallowed up by the resentment for these days, and returned to the ten miles of the Du Post Pavilion.

These grievances seemed to have some kind of wisdom, or someone was manipulating their actions, and they seemed to realize that it was not worth it to fight with Zhou Tianxingdou Great Array.

After all, although the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array was powerful, it was also maintained by relying on the internal force released by the hundreds of masters.

Even if it is a Grandmaster and a Half-Step Grandmaster, even if it is simply maintaining the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, as time goes by, the internal strength will be consumed.

Unlike these grievances, the resentful spirits born after the death of their owners have taken root here, and will continue to condense and generate resentment.

"Why does it always feel weird?"

Zhang Ji, who had never reached the realm of a half-step grandmaster, and did not know any means to suppress resentment, stood silently in the big array, not releasing any internal force, just watching the resentful dragon turn from one to ten, and after being defeated again and again, he directly shrank in the Du Post Pavilion and waited for the internal strength of the hundred masters to be exhausted, he always felt that this scene was a little familiar.

Zhang Ji's words naturally fell into the ears of the rest of the people, after all, in the big array, everyone except Zhang Ji contributed their own internal strength, and naturally they also had a connection with the big array, and any movement in the array could be clearly perceived by the rest of the people.

"Tell me what you found out of the ordinary, boy."

Those who can call Zhang Ji by the word "kid" are at least the existence of Zhang Ji's generation in the hundreds of princes, and they are people who have a good relationship with Zhang Ji.

As for the disrespectful title of "kid", because of the incident of the Great Qin Academy, most of the hundreds of schools of thought have a friendly attitude towards Zhang Ji, and no one will think of wasting this opportunity by offending Zhang Ji.

But there are people who have been hiding in the tomb of the six sages of Emperor Yan for too long, and they don't know what is happening in the outside world, and the information is lagging behind, and the "kid" is mixed with contempt, disdain, and a trace of questioning.

It's like saying, there are so many grandmasters and half-step grandmasters here, and you, a young man in the first-class realm, dare to interject?

Zhang Ji frowned slightly, of course he heard the mockery in this sentence, and glanced at the old man with gray hair, wearing a mask, wearing coarse linen clothes, and hanging on his chest the nine-star grass representing the identity of the farmer, but he didn't pay attention to it, but silently wrote down the names of the farmer and the soldier master in the small notebook.

But suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhang Ji's mind.

Soldier master?

The six elders of the farmer's family, the calendar teacher, are in charge of the calendar; The king of medicine, in charge of the herbs; Ceres, the god of grain, is in charge of farming; Yutu, in charge of water conservancy; String Zong, the master of the rhythm.

The master of the soldier is in charge of the killing.

"There is a cloud in "Sun Tzu: Military Struggle": 'Treat the near and far, treat the labor with the waiting, wait for the hungry with the full, and the one who governs the power is also'." Zhang Ji blurted out this sentence of the art of war in a loud voice.

The understanding of the art of war only stops at the real-time strategy game of the previous life and the shallow reading of the art of war, so some time ago, Zhang Ji still made up for the art of war.

Therefore, these days, Zhang Ji is always a little sensitive to the art of war.

After observing for a long time, he finally realized what was strange.

The Resentful Dragon was defeated several times by itself, in exchange for an intelligence estimate of the power of the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, and with ten Resentful Qi Dragons, it seemed that it was a division of troops into a guerrilla array, but in fact, it was increasing the power consumption of the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array and promoting the collapse of the Great Array.

And the turtle cowered in the Du Post Pavilion, which seemed to give up the battle, but in fact it was recovering the damaged grievances.

The lost grievances can be replenished and restored by the resentful spirits in Du Post Pavilion, and even become stronger, but the masters of the hundred schools cannot recover the internal force while consuming the internal force, and in order to prevent these grievances from rushing out and harming the people, the masters of the hundred schools cannot temporarily dissolve the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, and can only be continuously consumed.

Isn't this exactly like a large army that has difficulty in going deep into the enemy's territory to supply the enemy's city, but the enemy's city wall is high and deep, and the military equipment such as grain and grass is hoarded abundantly, and it can be replenished on the spot at any time, and it is only necessary to wait until the army of the enemy runs out of grain and grass, and then retreat.

Everyone present is also the elite of the hundred schools, although there are no people from the military family, but since Sun Wu is famous all over the world, in this world of great controversy, they have more or less understood this kind of military family scripture.

If it weren't for the fact that all the masters of the military family had no time to come at this moment, I am afraid that they would have already seen that the doorway might even have a way to break the situation.

In other words, these grievances are fighting them with the art of war?

Du You, resentment, and the art of war, linked these three, and in an instant, everyone's minds flashed the peerless god of war who had terrified the world and entered the Dao.

Wu Anjun, white up!

In the Du Post Pavilion, a white-robed figure appeared out of thin air, standing quietly in front of a hut with his hands in his hands.

He looked at the outside world lightly, his eyes were as deep as a pool of water, calm as a mirror, unpredictable, but implied a sharp aura.

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