At this time, Zhang Ping held the fire of war in both hands, that is, the "War Soul Holy Fire" in the mouth of the Prince of Calamity, and walked on the colorful rainbow bridge, like a god.

The flames of war diffuse a circle of missing light, like water lines, but the light of royal red, warm and gorgeous, in this tragic battlefield, it is even more beautiful and dreamy; But this beautiful and dreamy water ripple is not harmless.

A faint streak of water swept by, and the monsters on the nightmare side quickly wilted, and even the Nightmare Legion was affected.

War is inherently aggressive.

And the fire of war has the characteristics of bonuses to one's own people.

In this dream world, the flames of war have shown great abilities.

As for the Nightmare Legion, the Nightmare Tree can also emit light, but the Nightmare Tree itself is not a 'soul flame' after all.

After all, the Nightmare Legion has more numbers, and it also has an advantage in the dream space, and it has a lot of combat experience, and now it can still gain the upper hand.

However, in the core battlefield position, that is, on Zhang Ping's side, the situation is slightly different.

Zhang Ping held the war in both hands, and the nearby masters were affected by the war, and one by one turned into war giants who stood up to the sky, and the 'nobles' on the nightmare side faced the battle, but they were defeated and retreated one after another—they were still affected by the war as the war entered.

Until the King of Nightmares and the Prince of Calamity took the initiative to attack.

Zhang Ping silently raised his head, looked at the frantically approaching Prince of Calamity, looked at him calmly, and said nothing.

Some plans have already been made. Now it only takes firm execution, even at the cost of lives.

The 'giants' around Zhang Ping joined forces to block the attack of the Calamity Dream.

The Calamity Dream Prince roared, and a cold light flickered, each of which could tear through the void and cause great damage.

Zhang Ping saw it, and some of the consciousness bodies were torn apart and then disappeared; However, more consciousnesses roared and rushed forward.

No flinching, no fear, no hesitation.

The Prince of Calamity roared and roared, but he couldn't stop Zhang Ping's progress. Even, he couldn't get close to Zhang Ping's side.

Zhang Ping silently watched the battle above his head, or rather...... Slaughter!

One by one, the masters are blocking the Prince of Calamity above their heads, and they are also facing the nobles of Nightmare.

But the nobles of Nightmare can stop it, but the Prince of Calamity can't be it. You can only fill it with your life.

In this dream world, the Calamity Prince is a god-like being.

If it weren't for the extraordinary effect of the war, if it weren't for everyone's strong will, the situation would have collapsed long ago. But now it's not optimistic.

Zhang Ping wanted to speed up, but as he approached the Nightmare Tree, the Nightmare Tree formed a defense of its own.

Zhang Ping's intention to ignite the Nightmare Tree with the flames of war is clear to the Prince of Calamity - Nightmare is playing this.

Now, the Calamity Prince also regretted a little, he didn't expect that in this desolate starry sky, this relatively young civilization could actually ignite the flame of the war spirit, and he didn't expect that this civilization also knew to 'use the new fire of war to ignite the tree of nightmares'.

He shouldn't have unleashed the Nightmare Tree...... Well, that's already the way it is.

When he saw that the Flame of War Spirit was ignited here, the Prince of Calamity would inevitably activate the Nightmare Tree.

At that time, the Prince of Calamity had no idea that this small civilization would be as crazy as it was!

Everything after that is inevitable.

Fighting, killing, roaring, screaming, chaotic sounds surrounded Zhang Ping.

Everything around him was in mind, Zhang Ping held his head high and watched everything silently.

The road ahead is getting harder and harder, and the resistance is getting greater. But Zhang Ping's pace is accelerating.

I don't know when, flames appeared around Zhang Ping. This flame is not only the true fire of the sun, not only the great will, not only the blessing of the flames of war, but also the anger and the belief that will not give up until the goal is achieved, and ...... The soul of the nation, the faith and spirit of an ancient nation!

Everything is in sublimation.

There were constantly nightmare nobles blocking it, and the Prince of Calamity swooped down again and again, and the 'giants' around Zhang Ping fell down one by one and replenished one by one.

Gradually, the shouts died down, and everything seemed to be a silent movie. But there is an indescribable belief and determination surging around Zhang Ping.

The Nightmare Tree is getting closer.

Zhang Ping could even see the roots of the Nightmare Tree, which were absorbing the energy of these worlds, but he could also see the roots closest to him, which seemed to be trembling slightly.

The ripples of the flames of war, spreading in circles, crashed against the defenses on the surface of the Nightmare Tree.

Every time the ripples of war collided, you could see that the defenses on the surface of the Nightmare Tree were pitted, like plastic paper hit by flames.

However, the Nightmare Tree's defenses will be quickly repaired, and the Nightmare Tree is rapidly absorbing the energy of this world and itself is growing rapidly.

Boom......

Boom......

Footsteps sounded in the void, firm, powerful, and unwavering.

The Nightmare was furious, and the Calamity Prince roared angrily to drive away the overwhelming Dream Monster in front of Zhang Ping.

But the ripples of war continued to spread. At close range, the ripples of the war flames, coupled with Zhang Ping's own ability, directly ignited a large number of dream monsters and turned them into ashes.

At this moment, these monsters are like moths to a fire, but they are endless.

But the strength of the fire of war and the holy flame of war spirit made it all seem futile.

Zhang Ping, firmly moving forward, silent; His eyes were looking at the core of the war, Kong Qian's 'consciousness body' had begun to fade, and time was running out.

Zhang Ping's consciousness was scanning the surroundings, and his heart was becoming more and more anxious.

Suddenly, Zhang Ping's heart moved: I saw you!

What did Zhang Ping see? It was the 'grandfathers' when he first dreamed - that is, the third-party forces that Zhang Ping was sure to exist before, these rats who hid and didn't dare to see people.

Before Kong Qian threw himself into the war, he had already thought that those rats would appear.

Although these rats only appear once or twice, they don't look for what they are doing at all. But one thing is certain: uneasy kindness.

Now that Qin Huangxing has lit the flames of war, the 'holy flame' at the level of spirit and soul, and the level of civilization, the other party will inevitably be moved.

It's just that before, everyone was completely uncertain about the specific appearance time of the 'rats'.

Of course, there is also a speculation: it should be at the height of the war, when the war between humanity and nightmares is in the scorching heat.

That is, the moment!

Sure enough, the rats appeared.

Zhang Ping saw twenty or thirty pale gray, translucent, and hazy figures appear, and these figures were very blurry, like a cloud of shadows.

They quickly crashed away from nightmares and dream beasts; When the Prince of Calamity and the masters were fighting, they instantly appeared in front of Zhang Ping.

The human masters exclaimed.

The Prince of Calamity was also stunned.

But at this moment, Zhang Ping smiled: "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

A wide blade swallowed by Yaksha appeared in Zhang Ping's hand.

The blade is a simple and heavy bronze color, with a domineering flow.

This is ...... The blade of the luck guillotine!