The ghosts and gods that have been immersed for a long time reappear.

The day that comes to earth will bring blood and rain.

Mythical spells and martial arts collided again, this time again without suspense.

"Shall we just break down the gates? Disciple, let's take action, don't bother Zhenjun. ”

The heavy black iron city gate was as brittle as tissue paper in front of a dragon monk like Zhu Yuan.

"You don't have to go through the front door, just surprise them!"

Xu Xuan and Zhu Yuan tied their horses to the grove, came to a short distance from the city gate, put Zhu Yuan's shoulder, and the two disappeared with a swish.

It's a miracle to be in the air.

The target is too big just by flying, and even if it is fast, it will be blocked by obstacles, and only this kind of point-to-point flashing skill is best used to kill people and set fires.

Wow!

In the next second, the two appeared in the empty street.

There was a curfew in the county town, and the streets were empty.

Xu Xuan pinched his fingers and recited the incantation silently.

A faint green mist slowly rose from the ground, and for a moment, the whole street was hazy.

A group of terracotta warriors and horses slowly appeared in the mist, Qin Dynasty soldiers dressed in bright oil paint, with a strange smile on their faces forever, silently, covering the entire street.

The black clouds obscured the moonlight, and on the clouds were rows of ghosts and gods with red hair like fire, green faces and fangs, and the twelve ghosts and gods led by them were even taller than a zhang, looking like giants, and there were ten rampant soldiers standing behind them, a total of one hundred and twenty rampant soldiers.

The combined strength of the ghosts and gods is close to a thousand.

In another street, two soldiers walked in tandem, patrolling with lanterns.

The lanterns in the dark night seem faint, but they also give them a great sense of security.

"It's so cold, what's going on, how did it get so cold tonight."

The two of them sighed and shivered, as if they were about to freeze.

At this moment, the lantern light gradually turned green, and their faces turned green.

A sense of horror rose in the hearts of the two, their eyes facing each other, and the two trembled.

Suddenly, a figure in front of them caught their attention.

The figure turned its back to them, its head bowed, its back tall and broad.

"Who is this?"

The two walked forward slowly, and the man seemed to notice them, and turned around.

It was an incomparably terrifying face, with short blood-red hair, blue-gray skin, no whites of the eyes, only swarthy pupils, and a strange smile on his face.

"Uh............" Before they could scream, spears pierced their bodies, and before they died, they saw countless ghosts around them.

The killing continued, and the people only heard the screams, but they did not dare to open the door to watch, for fear of getting into trouble.

"Yin soldiers cross! Yin soldiers crossing!! ”

The man let out a scream, and then fell to the ground and died, scared to death.

This movement also made the surrounding neighbors dare not look at it again.

Everything involving ghosts and gods must be taboo.

It was a night of killing, but it was also a night of silence.

On the other side, Xu Xuan and Zhu Yuan remained in place.

The shock in Zhu Yuan's heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

Even if I saw it once before, now that I see it again, my heart is straight.

Is this a ghost?

The method of torturing ghosts and summoning gods is really terrifying, how can ordinary warriors resist it?

It's nothing more than crushing, crushing, and crushing.

Spells and martial arts have long been out of the same dimension.

"Let's go! Go to Song Mansion! ”

On the other side, the terracotta army came to the Lingnan military camp.

In the camp tent, the atmosphere was warm, Song Ziyu and everyone pushed the cup to change the lamp, you come and go, and I wish the great cause success.

Suddenly, there was a shout of killing outside.

"There are ghosts!!"

"The Great Qin Heavenly Soldiers are here!!"

Outside, the screams of soldiers were heard.

"What's going on? The people of the Daomen are coming? Song Ziyu and the others became vigilant.

Bang!

Suddenly, a bloodied soldier rushed in and stumbled.

"What's going on?" Everyone hurriedly helped them up.

"Yes...... Ghosts...... The Great Qin Heavenly Soldiers are here......"

With that, the soldier died of exhaustion.

Everyone looked at each other, thinking that this guy might be crazy and couldn't even speak clearly.

When they lifted the curtain and looked, they almost lost their breath at the sight in front of them.

Spirits and gods laughed and roared wildly above the sky, and from time to time they swooped down to harvest human heads.

The terracotta warriors and horses organize a charge, fearless of death, invulnerable, and can be quickly generated even if they are broken.

Soldiers are not machines, too many casualties will also hurt morale, usually more than one-tenth of the casualties do not fall apart, they are already considered elite soldiers, and it is impossible to have the habit of not retreating from the light.

Now that there are incomprehensible ghosts and gods, the morale of the soldiers is even lower, and after two or three rounds of charge, the formation is suddenly chaotic and morale collapses.

The gathered army of 30,000 scurried in all directions, trampling countless to death.

The ghosts and gods are like wolves entering the flock, killing no armor, and the earth is fishy.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Song Ziyu was drenched in cold sweat, until now, he finally knew what kind of existence Tang Ming was facing back then.

Song Ziyu has always been dissatisfied with Tang Ming, in the first war of the year, he thought that it was purely because Tang Ming's level was problematic, and if he was replaced by himself, maybe it would be better.

Now seeing these ghosts, he understands that it could be worse if he were replaced by himself.

"It's over...... It's all over ......."

Song Ziyu wanted to cry without tears, he already knew the ending of the Song family and the Lingnan families.

In the future, they will be faced with inhumane extermination.

On the other side, the light in the Song family flashed, and Song Lin stood on a high place, his sharp eyes seeing the scene happening several miles away.

"This ...... There is really a ......" Rao is well-informed Song Lin, and he still can't help but be shocked.

At this time, in the qi he sensed, a mysterious and mysterious, vast breath like the sea came.

Turning his head, he saw that the Taoist came by the clouds.

The moonlight is like a veil, surrounding the Taoist.

Jade muscles and golden bones, the appearance of immortals.

Seeing the Taoist's glance, Song Lin had this sentence in his mind.

If there was still some doubt about the so-called immortals, now there is no doubt at all.

The person in front of him is indeed a true immortal.

Song Lin bowed his hand and said, "Lingnan Song Lin sees the immortals!" The dog is not sensible, and he hopes that the gods will forgive his sins! ”

"You want to negotiate terms with me?" Xu Xuan didn't say hello, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

Song Lin's heart sank, thinking that the disaster had really come.

I'm struggling with how to deal with it.

"I am willing to surrender, can I spare them, I promise that they will not appear in this life! As for the Lingnan family, the methods of the immortals are too harsh, and I am afraid that it will not be conducive to the reputation of the immortals. ”

"Still talking about conditions, hehe, do immortals need fame? If the immortals don't bring the corpse mountain and bone ridge, the blood will sink into the galaxy; Can An be called an immortal? ”

Xu Xuan's words were full of blood.

With the constitution of heaven in his mouth, a word determines the life and death of tens of millions of people.

Song Lin knew that this matter could not be good, and his son had cheated Lao Tzu after all; Fortunately, the second child left with the others, I hope they live a good life and don't think about avenging themselves.

The second man has the wisdom of survival, and he knows how to do it.

Thinking of this, Song Lin pulled out his long knife and was about to commit suicide in front of Xu Xuan.

hopes to use his tragic situation to arouse Xu Xuan's compassion and do less killing in the future.

"Wait, let's take out the knife, you have the will to fight in your heart, give you a chance to use the knife!"

Standing in the clouds, Xu Xuan was graceful.

"Thank you Zhenjun!"

Song Lin's momentum rose suddenly, skyrocketed, and rose again.

Then he jumped high, and the sword qi was three feet long.

A knife that gathers the strength of the whole body, a knife that completes business thoughts.

Within a radius of several miles, a sense of extreme danger rose in the hearts of the creatures, like a long knife against the neck, and a fierce beast pounced on the body.

"It's so strong, the knife technique has been practiced to the extreme." Xu Xuan was speechless.

In fact, the masters of this world are all geniuses, and they are at least mixed with a Jindan ancestor in the mirror realm.

It's a pity that the world limits them.

Xu Xuan didn't dare to take it lightly, he couldn't look down on any master, in this world, he was equivalent to holding a Gatling gun against a group of cold-weapon primitives.

But don't forget that cold weapons can also kill.

Xu Xuan just wanted to see Song Lin's sword skills and improve his martial arts plan, not a one-on-one duel with a real man.

Thinking of this, Xu Xuan stepped out, ran his spirits, and appeared behind Song Lin.

This kind of spell that surpasses martial arts and has no trajectory is unstoppable in this world.

Sou!

Xu Xuan pointed out, and the golden light pierced the back of Song Lin's head.

The great grandmaster's vitality is tenacious, and he is not dead after piercing his head, like a kite with a broken string falling to the earth.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and Song Lin had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although he was very unwilling, Xu Xuan was in charge of the Daomen, and the Daoist system of the Han family had never been left behind, which could be regarded as the completion of his dream.

Bang!

A generation of grandmasters passed away.

Xu Xuan fell to the ground.

Zhu Yuan is killing indiscriminately with the ghosts and gods, and tonight is another night of killing.

The emperor star is shaking, and the glow is guarded.

This is a sign of the sword.

Kill the blood like a river, and kill the earth bloody.

No one can stop Xu Xuan's footsteps.

In the treasure house of the Song family, Xu Xuan found a lot of ancient treasures and murals, as well as some martial arts classics.

From the clues of the murals, it is indeed found that there are dragons in this world, and the ancient ancestors left portraits of dragons on the murals, some are crocodiles, some are giant pythons, and some are exactly the same as the mythical dragons.

There are even traces of feathered people in these murals.

"Feather People ......" Maybe the ancient feather people really existed, but they disappeared for some reason, if they left their physical bodies, or some kind of treasure, it would be a great improvement for themselves.

At night, Xu Xuan set off overnight to rush to Guijun.

……

Two months later.

The mountains are steep, and the blue waves are vast.

Xu Xuanfan bamboo raft on the river, a round of golden sun rising on the peak, the golden light through the clouds, projecting the river, the reflection of the mountains reflects each other, sparkling, wonderful not like the world.

The water here is green and clear, and you can see the bottom of the river when the sun is shining.

Behind him was a dark-skinned young man, who seemed to be very afraid of this place, but he was reluctant to carry the gold and silver in his arms.

The bamboo raft comes to the tributary in the gap between the mountains, the tributary is not wide, about five zhang, the grass and trees on both sides are luxuriant, the branches stretch to the river surface and entangle together, all kinds of birds and small animals pass through, and the number is more colorful snakes and pythons.

Sou!

The poisonous snake pounced, and was slashed to pieces by the sword qi in the next second.

"The Python River has arrived, I won't go, King! Spare the little ones! The young man finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay."

Xu Xuan threw down another piece of gold and silver and sulfur to drive away snakes, and swooped into the jungles on both sides.

(End of chapter)