"Moro and Mohan just died? Then why are you still alive?! ”

The drought was so angry that he directly smashed all kinds of ornaments in the military tent, lifted the table, and burned it directly into ashes in the air!

In the center of the military tent, it was Lin Yi and the others who were kneeling on the ground, no one dared to look up at the drought, and when they woke up, they found that it was already dawn, and Liao Mu and Xiaoyue Wolf didn't know when they were dead.

"Under the Drought Crown, we have successfully killed two enemies from the Yang Realm!" Zhao Feng said, untied the heads of Liao Mu and Xiaoyue Wolf tied around his waist, and held one in one hand and showed it to the drought fish!

Dryness laughed a few times, "Moro and Mohan are stronger than the three of you, why are the two of them dead, but the three of you are still alive?!" Aren't you going to give me an explanation? ”

Long Xu, Huang Changya and Sun Yin are the weakest three, but they all survived, but Moro and Mohan died, and this matter is not so good!

"Under the Drought Crown!" Zhao Feng showed a humble posture, and he slowly spoke: "Your Majesty, there will naturally be sacrifices in killing a strong enemy, I will not give up any of my comrades, Moro and Mohan offered to break off for us, when we went all out to kill the Howling Moon Wolf, who would have thought that they would be killed by this Chi people!" ”

"My heart grieves no less than yours! On the contrary, I wish I was the one who died! But there is no regret medicine in the world, time cannot be repeated, I can only remember them, with their heart, continue to fight in the battlefield! ”

Zhao Feng burst into tears, his face was sad, he wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, and instantly wet his shirt, looking sincere.

"Humph!"

Drought snorted coldly, Zhao Feng's words instantly stuck himself to death, and Zhao Feng was the good guy and the bad guy.

There is no way, the drought can not be pursued, but she doesn't want to give up so easily, "In this case, the sacrifice of Moro and Mohan will be offset by the credit of you for killing these two Chi people!" ”

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, what kind of overlord clause is this, those are two people in the late stage of the Yang Realm, how can they be compared with two people in the late stage of the Enlightenment Realm? This drought is too unreasonable!

"Huh? Are you not convinced? Seeing that everyone did not react, the drought fish questioned in a cold voice.

Zhao Feng reacted quickly, and he hurriedly kowtowed and thanked him, "Thank you, Your Majesty!" I will definitely continue to work hard to kill the strong enemies of the Chi Clan to pay tribute to the spirit of the Xuanyuan warriors in the sky! ”

Zhao Feng's face was contorted with anger against the ground, and he almost gritted his teeth before he spoke.

"Humph! These miscellaneous pieces of the Chi clan are equal to my Xuanyuan clan warriors, and I don't even think it's worth it! "Drought Fish did not forget to continue to mend the knife, and even Ying Zheng in the Spirit Domain felt the same way, and almost wanted to rush out to beat Drought Fish, but considering that Drought Fish was a god, Ying Zheng could only clasp his hands and huddle in the corner sullenly.

"Okay, this mission is over, I won't hold you accountable, there will be a full-scale war soon, your team, give me a good chance to kill the generals of the Chi clan on the battlefield, do you understand?"

"I'll take my orders!"

……

With the fall of Liao Mu, there was no longer a Chi clan near the Xuanyuan clan that could threaten Lin Yi, and the drought fish also knew that it was not interesting, so they could only arrange for them to be a ghost team in the battlefield, constantly attacking and killing the enemies of the Chi clan's Yang Realm.

In the continuous battle, Lin Yi discovered his ever-changing use, he pretended to be Zhao Feng and constantly killed enemies on the battlefield, accumulating a lot of military merits for Zhao Feng.

It's just that Zhao Feng is more miserable, he has been recorded on the must-kill list by the Chi clan, and even in the list of the Yang Realm.

Zhao Feng: No matter what, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.

Soon, the Chi clan began to be frightened of Lin Yi and the others, and the conversation changed.

Because of the continuous killing of Lin Yi and others, there was a huge vacancy in the middle-level generals on the Chi clan's side, and they had to suspend the offensive and wait for rear support.

……

On a sunny afternoon, a dense crowd suddenly appeared behind the Xuanyuan clan and the Chishan clan, they were of all shapes, there were tribal warriors, and there were also ordinary human races. The first person rode a tall horse, wore a black black gauze hat, and looked like an official.

It was Bao Ze who led the army of spirit masters to the Zhuolu battlefield.

On this main battlefield, the Xuanyuan Clan and the Chishan Clan mobilized almost all the Spirit Masters from all over the place, and without exception, most of them joined Bao Ze's troops. At this time, the army led by Bao Ze had more than 400,000 people!

Except for a few scattered Spirit Master troops, the others were counted as one, and they were all included in Bao Ze's command.

With an army of 400,000 troops, which is enough to change the situation of the war, Bao Ze only feels high-spirited. With Zhu Rong's support, that guy has given up meddling in his own team, and now the Spirit Master Legion is his hall.

"It's the Soul Master's Army Map!"

"General Bao Ze?!"

……

As soon as Bao Ze came to the battlefield, he was recognized. He swaggered into the camp with his troops.

"General Bao Ze, I wish Rong Mian please!"

The herald took Bao Ze, who had dismounted, and led him to the most central camp.

Lifting the curtain, Bao Ze found that there were several gods sitting in it, including Gonggong, Zhu Rong, and several gods whose names he didn't know.

Sitting in the center was a burly but bookish man, beside him, a huge axe that exuded a violent aura was standing upside down, and there was a faint flash of fire on it.

"You're Bao Ze!" The first person issued a majestic tone, giving Bao Ze a gentle but irresistible feeling, and he nodded obediently, "It's exactly below!" ”

The Red Emperor touched his beard and smiled lightly, "Not bad, not bad, worthy of being the third person of the Spirit Master, his strength is very strong, and his leadership ability is also good!" ”

"The Red Emperor praised it!"

After a little greeting, the Red Emperor pointed to the center of the sand table in front of him.

"Alright, now that you're all here, then we can fight back! The Chi clan is relying on the strength of the people to oppress us and others, this time, we have to make them pay the price! ”

The Red Emperor looked angry, as if the Chi tribe had really beaten them badly.

Bao Ze arched his hand slightly, "I don't know what the Red Emperor needs me to do?" ”

"Our strength is already ahead of the Chi clan, I will explain to Xuanyuan's side, beat the drum and send troops! Wait for my news! ”

By the time Bao Ze looked up at the Red Emperor, the Red Emperor had disappeared, and only the sound echoed throughout the camp.

"The sky is coming, Xuanyuan, are you ready?" The Red Emperor and the Yellow Emperor stood on a high peak, just one step away from the door to success, and they couldn't wait any longer!

"Beat the drums, march!" The Yellow Emperor looked into the distance, where the Demon King Chiyou was.