Qiu Ping looked at it for a while, but found that although the roots of the huge peach tree were absorbing the power of the material world to strengthen themselves.

But at the same time, the dense roots are like sewing needles, sewing a tiny gap in the earth's veins.

Although the gap is even negligible compared to the whole world.

But if it is placed on the scale of living beings, it is a huge crack that stretches thousands of miles before and after.

Inside, a palpitating power is transmitted.

Why is there an extra gap here?

The little loach's eyes widened, and this gap was reflected in reality, which was equivalent to a slight dislocation of the leylines, and once the accumulated power reached a limit, it would be like a landslide, causing terrible damage within a radius of thousands of miles.

Heaven and earth are perfect, and any mistake or omission will be a catastrophe for the living beings within the coverage.

It's a dead life!

Who made such a big gap?

This is too lacking in morality, isn't it?

……

A large number of Buraku people, as if following some ancient ritual or with some kind of mission that must be performed, converged on both sides of the Nulong River.

They are all ordinary people, and most of them are not even young and strong.

As the wind and snow got heavier, many people even collapsed on the way to come, and soon they were covered in heavy snow and became part of the Northland forever. Perhaps their bodies will not be reborn until the beginning of spring next year, when the snow melts.

Among these tribesmen, there are also some real cavalry and even Taoist soldiers.

The soldiers and horses of the Central Plains Imperial Court also gradually arrived, and the spiritual rice transported by this baggage team determined whether the [Bingwu] cultivators could go all out in the future, and it also really determined the outcome of this battle.

It was precisely in this way that the troops of the Central Plains Dynasty and the Beidi Hu people started a fierce battle on the banks of the Nulong River.

To be precise, it was a one-sided massacre.

Although the Hu people were numerous, most of them were just ordinary people, and they had almost no chance of resisting in the face of real armored soldiers.

The soldiers of the Central Plains Dynasty formed large and small formations, and under the command of officers at all levels, they marched forward like mowing grass. Countless vigorous cavalry interspersed back and forth, like deadly scythes.

The old ghost and Ao Cang were suspended in mid-air, their eyes worriedly watching the killing beneath them.

If it's just a fight at this level, although there will be resentment, it can still hold on with the power of Shinto.

But the bad premonition in their hearts became stronger and stronger, and the pen in the old ghost's hand was constantly deducing, but he only felt that the road ahead was chaotic, forcibly looking for the source of the strange, and he could even feel a burning sensation.

The calamity is too great for him to calculate.

"Shouldn't we remind the humans to stop fighting here, I don't think it's good."

Ao Cang's face was a little pale, and he wanted to escape back to the East China Sea now.

But now that he has received the Shinto edict, and Qiu Ping's military order is in his body, if he dares to run, Shinto is afraid that he will be beheaded as soon as possible.

Moreover, the calamity descended by the providence of the underworld, and it was useless for you to run away.

"No...... No, we can't protect ourselves now, and if we get too entangled with human beings, I'm afraid that the catastrophe will fall immediately...... Strangely, what's the problem? ”

The old ghost's lips trembled, and his mind had given birth to a strong alarm, but he could not find the source of the problem.

"What about King Mingling? Where's Welling? They have always planned far-reaching, and they can't have such things without anticipation, and they must have a way to deal with them......"

Ao Cang's forehead was sweating, and he was also very anxious in the face of life and death.

The old ghost didn't speak.

You ask me, where do I know where to go?

Maybe we're all just throwing chess pieces, and for those big guys, the life or death of our little characters doesn't matter at all.

The old ghost has been crawling and rolling for so many years, so naturally he will not believe too much in the discipline of those big people.

"Now the number of people in the entire battlefield ...... It's almost 50,000. ”

The old ghost looked at the two banks of the Nulong River, the dense figures and the shocking bright red, in the battle between the two sides, there were now thousands of casualties.

"Da-da-da-da."

Farther away, more figures converged, dark flags swaying, horses' hooves mingling with footsteps.

"Is the Central Plains Dynasty crazy? Why did you send troops over for reinforcements? ”

The old ghost looked at the new people and horses, the Hu tribesmen here plus the young cavalry, I am afraid that they are only in their early 30,000s, which is almost the entire population left in this thousand-mile grassland.

In the face of these more than 30,000 people, the existing more than 10,000 Dynasty soldiers and horses are enough to deal with it, why are 50,000 people transferred?

The old ghost only felt that the scene in front of him was too magical, just like directly mobilizing the forbidden army in the capital in order to capture a few little thieves.

It is estimated that the little thief himself is confused.

More than 60,000 elites to bully a group of old and weak women and children? I was panicked when this was heard.

Of course, that's not the point of the old ghost.

It's that who specially issued the order to transfer so many people over, which is a full 60,000 elites, almost half of the accumulation of a dynasty.

He had a premonition that there would be a great calamity here, and if it was all destroyed here, I was afraid that the Central Plains Dynasty would be broken, and the human gods involved in the dynasty's luck would also be greatly damaged.

"It's crazy, it's crazy."

The old ghost's head was about to be burned, and he felt that it was all like a nightmare, and no matter how much he slapped himself, he couldn't wake up.

And Ao Cang looked at the old ghost who kept slapping himself, and he also felt a little painful.

Good fellow, before this catastrophe came, I went crazy first.

As the reinforcements arrived, 60,000 elites converged in one place, connected into an iron plate, spears like a forest, and slowly moved forward, like a slow-moving mountain.

Those nomads rushed in, but they couldn't shake the team at all.

A large number of corpses were pierced directly by spears, and after the procession passed, they left a mess all over the ground.

In front of the real armor elite, ordinary Hu people will not be much better than grass mustard.

And when the intensity of the battle on the battlefield was rising, on the mountain peak in the distance, an old monk wearing a golden red robe was closing his eyes and calming down.

The wind and snow fell on him, quickly covering his face.

His withered description, the sunken crown of his head, and his bulging eyes were little by little hidden by the snow.

It seems that he is a stone, and he faces the wind and snow like this, until the earth is desolate.

If Qiu Ping was here, of course he would recognize that this person was the old monk who emerged from the third holy land of the Great Snow Mountain when the Black Mountain Demon King escaped through the mixed hole that day.

"I have renounced the Dharma and gone against the devil, but I have promoted the true Dharma. If he can return from Infernal Existence one day, he will be able to take a step forward and step into the realm of the Shravaka Bodhisattva. ”

There was a hint of fatigue in the old monk's eyes, but there was an immeasurable light in the depths of his pupils.

The Central Plains Outer Dao drove the Dynasty's soldiers and horses into the Northland, killing the people under the command of the Great Snow Mountain, and wanting to cut off his Dao system in the Great Snow Mountain.

As the Guru of the Third Holy Land, he volunteered to sacrifice his life, as if he had cut meat and fed it to an eagle.

Although these foreign forces are powerful, they will also be severely damaged under the curse of heaven.

With the nature of these Shinto people who make enemies everywhere, the Western Elysium and the Four Seas Dragon Clan, and even the countless great factions hanging alone in the starry sky will be like vultures smelling flesh and blood, tearing apart the behemoth of Shinto in the world.

"Let the old monk take the first step of cutting off the way of God with his own life. Ladies and gentlemen, if you succeed in the coming days, please cross me! ”

The old monk meditated silently in his heart, and then his eyes became more determined.

Almost at the same time, among the ten sacred places in the Great Snow Mountain, except for the sixth holy place where the guru had been lost, one of the remaining monks was either old, young, or even baby-like, and responded with his mouth open, as if to bid farewell to this person.

"Hahaha, I am good at the bright moon and the treasure of the sea and the holy land, abandon the Dharma, escape into the devil's way, and am willing to take the holy land as a guide to break the thousands of miles of earth veins to punish the outer way! Even if there is a curse, I will bear it. ”

The old monk stood up, his figure was much taller than ordinary people, but he was also much thinner, almost like a huge dried corpse.

He let out a loud cry, and then his eyes glowed golden.

In one of the old monk's eyes was an immeasurable sea of blood, in which there seemed to be a struggle of unjust souls, and in the other eye, it was the moon that had been stretched out, almost covering the entire cave heaven and blessed land.

On the moon, there are long black and slender hair flying, and the vivid heads hang on it like jewels, and the faces of many heads seem to cry and laugh, with a terrifying meaning.

The holy land of the treasure of the moon has always been connected with the earth's veins, condensing the holy sea with the earth's veins, which is full of ghee, and the moon is said to be tanned by the outer skin of the gurus of the past dynasties, with incredible divine power.

However, as they renounced the Dharma, they filled the sea of blood with the blood of living people, replaced the main trunk of the original moon building with the spine of the Dharma Appearance of the Founding Guru, and decorated it with the heads of human beings of different births during the three hundred and sixty-five days, and transformed this superior Buddha treasure into a demonic instrument.

Everything they do is for this moment.

"The leylines are reversed, and the world is turned upside down!"

The small world of the Third Holy Land is connected to a leyline in the material world, and its internal qi is abundant, and now this small world has reversed into the Demon Dao, and it wants to pry the power of the small world and break this leyline.

Once the leyline is broken, the Nulong River will be used as the boundary, and the terrain from north to south will appear high and low, and then collapse under the terrible squeezing force that the earth has at all times, forming an earthquake of great intensity.

And the center of the earthquake is within a radius of dozens of miles where the army is now fighting.

The old monk's actions were naturally crazy and vicious, and he deceived and tempted the nomads in the vicinity to converge here with the belief of Daxue Mountain, creating the illusion that the Hu army was coming to snatch the baggage.

Thus deceiving the troops of the Central Plains Dynasty and causing the dynasty's army to intercept here.

At that time, he will detonate the leylines again, and slaughter all the men and horses on both sides of the enemy.

Although he himself is the leader of all this, he will fall into a situation from which he will never recover. But it can also deal a heavy blow to the Central Plains Dynasty, and even affect Shinto, so that now there is more resentment to impact Shinto.

Things went even more smoothly than he expected, and the Central Plains Dynasty even allocated 60,000 elites for this purpose.

Once the leylines collapse, all 60,000 people will be buried.

"Let's get started!"

The old monk's mouth let out a loud shout, and he was suspended in the void, surrounded by wind and snow. His consciousness was connected to the small world, and the mountains behind him suddenly shook.

The small world in the Great Snow Pass is the cave in the mouth of the Immortal Dao, the blessed land in the eyes of the Shinto, they are all connected to the main world, but there are gaps in space.

And the good moon building treasure phase sea treasure holy land in the Great Snow Mountain happens to grow on a leyline.

He forcibly pryed the small world, which was equivalent to using the power of the small world to break the leyline.

Although this thousand-mile-long leyline is nothing to the material world, it is almost devastating for any force that faces the collapse of the leyline and endures the resentment of countless living beings.

The cause and effect of the death of 100,000 people, no existence will be indifferent.

Those immortal gods who were high up didn't dare to say such big things.

"Click."

Suddenly, the vast earth shook, and the Thousand Miles of Angry Dragon River cracked instantly, and the south bank seemed to be a little taller, and the north bank was a little shorter.

The staggered height caused the river surface to crack instantly, and then the ice collapsed in an instant under the terrible terrain squeezing, and countless broken ice burst into the surroundings.

The boats transporting the baggage on the river also shook one after another, and they were almost about to capsize.

"Go."

Driven by the old monk, the small world of the Third Holy Land was directly separated from the leyline, and the leyline thus triggered by it cracked in an instant.

"Boom."

The boundary of thousands of miles shook violently, and the Nulong River cracked directly, and the turbulent water poured into the north bank.

On the surrounding snow-capped mountains, the heavy snow collapsed one after another, and under the rolling, it turned into a rolling snow tide, roaring and roaring, wanting to swallow all living things.

The original neat military situation of the Central Plains Dynasty was also staggered in the earthquake.

Heaven and earth were overturned, people and horses were shouting, even a [Martial Arts] cultivator, under the destructive power of such a collapse of heaven and earth, he seemed so weak.

"It's coming! Disaster is coming! We're done! ”

The old ghost stopped slapping his face, he looked ahead in a daze, and in his eyes, he saw the boundless calamity.

Too much, too much!

Someone borrowed the power of the leylines to bury 100,000 horses here.

The cause and effect of 100,000 people, even if they are wiped aside, they will never be able to be reborn.

Ao Cang had a bitter face, he knew that it was so dangerous to come out, even if he was killed by Qiu Ping, he should not leave the Ninth Transfer Division.

If he disobeyed the order, he would be sent to the town prison department to be beaten at most, and with his true dragon respect, it was impossible for Shinto to really kill him.

Well, now, with the invasion of the calamity, he not only has to die on the spot, but he doesn't even have a chance to be reincarnated.

He looked around blankly, Qiu Ping, the bastard, had long expected that the situation was not right, and had run away early.

Although this kid couldn't escape the catastrophe in the end, he was still unwilling to see the unlucky misery of the kid before he died.

"I hate loaches!"

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