Nalan Feng Ember looked at the tall back of the old man Xuanxue, the past came to his heart, there are too many memories, but they have been frozen into eternity in the long years, they have moved forward in the wind and snow, leaving us with their backs, and tears may be an eternal memory.

At this time, Nalan Fengshen found that there were already many people standing behind him, Yuexian, Nanfeng, Chu Tianyou, Xuanruo, Funeral, Lu Ze, Jingsi, Jinghua, Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu, Qinglong, White Tiger... and Nalan Xuyan beside him.

This time, for the first time, these people stood together so neatly.

Over there, Tianshu put his arm around Tianxuan's shoulders, smiled and walked towards Nalan Fengyan with Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Shaoguang, approached, and did not salute, and smiled at Nalan Fengyan: "Sect Master, we will accompany you." After the war, we don't get drunk and don't go home. ”

They surrounded Nalan Feng Ash, and Nalan Feng Ash's eyes were still looking ahead, and he said in a very soft voice, "You want to be safe." ”

The figure of the nameless mage on the battlefield is vigorous, he actually laughed vividly while fighting, and his body was completely covered with blood, he was like a Shura from hell to punish evil, and he was like the most ambitious and dashing general on the battlefield.

Nalan Feng Ember couldn't tell if he was injured or not, only that he was on the battlefield, as if he never knew to be tired, and kept the same rhythm, one enemy after another fell beside him.

Is this a nameless mage? Is this the old monk who is amiable and like an old urchin in the Huguo Temple? Is he the old monk who is twisting the Buddha beads and talking and laughing at the same time?

He is so heroic at the moment, where is there still a little bit of kindness and cunning that he once had?

Nalan Feng Ember smiled, and asked the hero who is a hero and what a hero is, just a group of people who keep their good thoughts in their hearts, for this good thought, they do not allow the great evil people in this world to see the sun tomorrow, even if they sacrifice their souls and bodies, they will never look back.

Are you a hero? Nalan Feng Ember asked himself like this, he was the emperor of this continent, but he sent this group of kind people to the arms of death, if he went to Xudu, would he be ridiculed?

Nalan Feng Ember shook his head, put aside these messy thoughts, his eyes became more determined, sometimes, the way to act is to be simple and rude, to counter violence with violence, if you want to be really peaceful, you have to completely crush this evil person.

The number of people on the battlefield gradually decreased, most of the people on the other side of the battlefield were killed and wounded, and nearly half of the soldiers on this side also died.

The weeping Arhat had already cracked, and the people who chanted below were all pale and bloody, and there was blood at the corners of their mouths, and even the seven orifices were bleeding.

Excessive consumption of mental power will kill people, and naturally there are secret methods that can force mental power out again and again, but the result is no better than overdrawing mental power.

At this time, the person who drew the array had already completed the formation rune, and the reddish sky actually projected golden lines, above the large array below.

"God bless the right way." Chu Tianyou's expression was not shocked, but he just commented lightly.

"Hurry up and set up." There was a nervous cry from the other side of the formation.

Those who set up the formation, the movements of their subordinates became even faster.

"The 670th Formation Eye Completed"

"The seven hundred and twenty array eyes are complete."

Every once in a while, Nalan Feng Ember hears the sound of the formation eyes behind him in place, and when all the formation eyes are completed, the soldiers on the battlefield can retreat.

Nalan Feng Ember looked forward to the completion of this big array more than anyone else, and her mind was simply completely concerned, but at the same time, she also found that every time the array was completed, the person who set up the array would spit blood, and this array was at the expense of his own longevity.

Nalan Feng's heart contracted again, this time, did she have the ability to save them all.

"Haha, since it's a desperate fight, the old man will let you see how good I am this time." Old Man Xuanxue's voice sounded on the battlefield.

The Wizards and Cultivators finally appeared.

As the old man Xuan Xue spoke, a black whirlwind suddenly rose on his side, and it suddenly seemed like a dark cloud covering the top. A magician opened his own spell, the reversal of resentment, and the resentment he collected began to press towards those monsters, which was a method of fighting poison with poison.

At this time, the old man Xuanxue was also leading more than a dozen cultivators, pinching the hand, and the familiar sound of the mantra resounded through the heavens and the earth, as if it was also a critical time.

The nameless mage's look back naturally did not get a response from the old man Xuan Xue, and he quickly withdrew his gaze.

And on the side of Liyan, a large area of resentment began to gather, and it was already pressing towards the battlefield. If these resentments enter the body, no one will not go crazy, and finally kill themselves in madness and disorientation, how despicable.

The nameless mage's angry voice sounded: "My Buddha is merciful, everyone uses their bodies to suppress it, even if they die, they can't be manipulated, buy time for Xuan Xue." Saying that, the people led by the old man Xuanxue began to set up a human ladder, and they planned to use this method to resist the invasion of this resentment.

Nalan Feng Ember was startled, and the sound of the flute controlling the Soul Eater Disk became even more poignant, and the Soul Eater Butterfly formed a barrier in front of the Nameless Mage and their human ladder.

At this time, the old man Xuanxue suddenly stepped out and shouted: "Wind Technique!" ”

The Five Elements of the Wind Technique? Nalan Feng was taken aback, this was the real great technique of the cultivators. This is a great technique that can summon a violent wind, how strong will the summoned wind be? It was a storm.

"Soul Eater Butterfly retreats." Old man Xuan Xue shouted.

The sound of Nalan Feng's ash sounded, and the Soul Eater Butterfly had just dispersed. A gust of wind has suddenly appeared, and it has been blowing towards the battlefield!

The wind summoned by the Wind Technique was unusually furious, and the fine snow in the sky was reversed, and even the snow on the ground was swept up into the sky, as if it came from all directions, gathered together all at once, and blew towards the center of the battlefield in a frenzy.

"It's the kind of magic that makes people fascinated." Nalan Feng Ember looked at the wind whistling through the snow.

The wind mixed with the white snow was like a white tornado, but in an instant, it hit the black wind of resentment.

Such a collision sound made a louder noise, and the whistling white wind suddenly blocked the black whirlwind's footsteps

The two storms met in the air and immediately confronted each other, and in the center of the collision of the two storms, there was an amazing noise, and the snow on the ground, along with the turf under the snow, were swept into the air one after another, looking extremely violent.

But if you look closely, you can see that the white wind is moving slowly, and the color of the black storm at the junction is slowly fading, spreading out in all directions!

After all, this wind with true qi can blow away the soul.

Of course, the black whirlwind has not completely dispersed, but it is gradually retreated by the white wind, and then gradually dispersed, but those crazy monsters are as difficult to deal with.

The weeping Arhat's strength could not support it, and there were more and more cracks on his body.

At this time, the cultivators finally came on the field, and the figure of the old man Xuan Xue stood still on the battlefield.

The formation on the other side of the Dead has been formed.

At this time, the first lightning bolt pierced the gray sky, and finally there was a real start to the fight!

"Boom", a golden thunderbolt is coming, and in the face of thunder, there is basically only one way, thunder to thunder, so when the thunder has not completely fallen, another golden thunderbolt meets it.

The two collided, making an earth-shattering sound, and the violent energy collided and then landed on the hillside not far away, blowing up the rubble all over the place!

Finally, the fighting method began, and the grayness of the sky could not hide these spells, and the splendor between you and me.

The cultivators did not hesitate to burn their spells, soul power, and mental power, and showed their magical powers in this battlefield where there was no way back.

The fire spread, but it was met with heavy rain pouring down from above.

Rain mixed with snowflakes washed in, and a gust of wind turned the water backwards.

The most is that all kinds of thunder and lightning crisscross the sky, and compared with the softness of fireworks, there is more of an indescribable kind of heroic collision, tremor, and explosion

"Woo", the wind blew, and a summoned ghost king appeared in the sky.

On the side of the old man Xuanxue, a heavenly soldier is coming

Nalan Xuyan felt that the ground under his feet began to shake.

Is this a real cultivator battle? That's it!

The fire was burning, the thunder was roaring, the earth was trembling gently, the gods and ghosts were intertwined, and the soul power was colliding endlessly.

This is a duel between top cultivators...

Compared with the hand-to-hand combat on the front line, the offensive and defensive battles here are more obvious, although in terms of numbers, this side is once again not dominant, but in the face of the cultivators of Xuanxue Divine Mountain, it is also a great pressure.

Almost all the spells on the side of the Death can't attack this side, and occasionally the big spells cast here sometimes have loopholes in the defenses there, which will make the residual power of the spell fall.

There were casualties among the cultivators on the other side of the Death!

Time passed minute by minute, and in addition to the cracking sound from various spells, the screaming and wheezing sound on the battlefield in Nalan Feng's ears was that sound, the sound of how many formations were in place!

At this moment, under this battle, more than half of the big array has been completed, and there are only less than thirty formations left, which can be completely completed!

Nalan Feng Ember only hoped to be faster, faster, and watched the number of people on the other side of the corpse slowly decreasing, although the cultivators who cast spells were already able to withstand the attack on this side because of the increase in numbers, but this didn't mean anything?

After all, when there is a certain difference in quality, the quantity of compensation sometimes does not play a decisive role.

Finally, when there were less than ten people left of the monsters on the other side of the corpse, the warriors led by the nameless mage let out a long roar from the sky, and with the cooperation of the cultivators in the rear, they could rush over.

This time. Lu Ze behind Nalan Feng Ember moved. His eyes were full of horror. Nalan Feng Ember was just about to open his mouth, but he heard a burst of Sanskrit singing from the altar over there, it was a woman's voice, this voice sounded so sacred, so pure, full of mystery, but it was so far away that people unconsciously wanted to worship, and they didn't dare to give birth to the slightest blasphemy in their hearts.

What's going on? The people on the other side of the Death were obviously doing things in an extreme way and ignoring the way of heaven, why did such a voice come from their altar, Nalan Fengyan frowned, knowing that this time would be the beginning of the real white-hot battle.

"What's that?" Nalan Feng Ember asked, pointing at Na Fan Chan.

"This is the last hole card of the Wing Clan, the bound soul of the Heavy Bird. The reason why the Wing Clan dared to say that they were the descendants of Chongming was because they imprisoned the soul of the ancestor of Chongming Bird, which was no longer for themselves, but was only at the mercy of machinery. Luzer replied. This Sanskrit chant is now not a messenger of light, but a call from the god of death. ”

In the midst of the singing, Nalan Feng Ember heard the sound of war drums beating, and Nalan Feng Ember looked over and found that he was holding a drum in Jee Chen's hand, and he was beating the rhythm. Nalan Feng Ember understood, the drum, the bone is Chongming's bone, the face is Chongming's skin, and the hammer is Chongming's broken feathers.

The drum is in the hands of the absolute dust, at this time, this is already an indisputable fact.

The noble and holy soul of Chongming is now being used by evil spirits.

Jiechen struck the drum one by one, and the sound of the Sanskrit singing became clearer and clearer, and with this clear sound, a phantom shadow faintly appeared above the altar.

She was so vague, but her whole body was full of colorful light, which belonged to Chongming's soul driven by the seal.

Such a holy soul is driven by a group of evil spirits.

In this Sanskrit chanting, dozens of tall monsters appeared behind Liyan, Liyan smiled evilly, and with a wave of his hand, those monsters rushed to the battlefield again.

There was another round of fierce fighting, and the people on the Nameless Mage's side fought the monsters again, but as the monsters fell, the monks also fell.

And the cultivators, under this wave after wave of great arts, finally some people couldn't hold on and fell into the blood and snow.

Nalan Feng Ember watched as those partners who had been smiling beside him fell again and again, tears falling in the wind.

The Sanskrit chanting over there continued, and the drums beat again and again.

Finally, the monks of the first team, now standing on the battlefield only the nameless mage, "Ahhhh The nameless mage erupted in a roar, and the moment he knocked a monster down, the weeping Arhat shattered, and the nameless mage's body fell heavily.

The sound of the formation behind him came, and Nalan Feng Ember didn't know how many formations had reached behind him.

Those wizards who kept the formation running, one fell the moment every time the formation was completed.

And the cultivators on the battlefield are already facing the Wing Clan variant who has flown in at this moment.

The Sanskrit chanting is getting louder and louder, and the drums are beating faster and faster.

"Sect Master, when the drums stop, it's time for you to appear, your goal, to destroy the Dust, and save Chongming's soul." Chu Tianyou's voice sounded behind Nalan Feng Ember: "Our task is to resist those Wing Clans and escort you to the Absolute Dust, don't look back, don't look back in the face of sacrifice, Sect Master, you are our last hope." ”

"Girl, prepare." Old Man Xuanxue's voice came from the battlefield.

The Suzaku behind him raised his hand and whistled loudly, and then Nalan Feng Ember heard the sound of stepping on the snow, and as far as the eye could see, in the place where the snow was on the line, a white figure ran over, it was the snow wolf.

Lu Ze whispered, "It's time." Then, Nalan Feng Ember saw him leading the Gu Master, and with a wave of his hand, a black and oppressive insect tide flew up, and in it, several golden points of light were extremely eye-catching, and all of them released the Natal Golden Silkworm Gu.

A white shadow came quickly, it was the Golden Silkworm Gu King of Nalan Feng Ember.

Immediately afterward, Nalan Feng Ember saw countless snakes coming from all directions, and these snakes and wolves joined the battlefield to clear the way to the temple for Nalan Feng Ember.

There was a terrible phoenix cry in the sky, and Nalan Feng Ember looked up and saw that under the leadership of the golden fire phoenix, the Feng clan had already been dispatched.

"Girl, the time has come." Old Man Xuanxue's voice sounded.

Nalan Feng Ember raised her feet and ran wildly towards the road, the heavy rain hitting her face, and the people behind her followed her closely.

At this moment, Nalan Feng's chest swelled with an indescribable feeling, and she felt that something was about to burst through her chest.

The howling wind swept past her ears, and with a final roar from ahead, she stepped on the path, just in time to see that a soldier on the battlefield diagonally opposite was desperate to rush towards Liyan, he wanted to hug Liyan, but was hit by Liyan's fist through the body's scream, his hands clenched tightly, but he was ruthlessly pushed away by Liyan, and the corpse fell to the ground and Liyan shook the blood beads on his fist contemptuously.

"Aren't you waiting for me? Her Majesty? Li Yan glanced at Nalan Feng Ember and suddenly said.

After walking only a few steps, Nalan Feng Ember felt an amazing aura rushing towards him, and then, a pressure completely different from this world squeezed towards him. The pressure on the body increased suddenly, oppressing not only the body, but also the soul.

Nalan Feng Ember felt a wave of anger in her heart, from Phoenix Mountain Villa to the Unified Continent, for so many years, this was her most aggrieved battle, as the empress of the god position, how could she have been so humiliated, if it weren't for the final decisive battle, she would have made a move, how could she let these garbage abuse and kill her comrades-in-arms, her relatives, her own friends, Nalan Feng Ember did not stop his steps, but the stubbornness from the god Venerable did not decrease at all, and a powerful qi suddenly rose from his body, and the pressure on his body disappeared in an instant.

"Leave the dead, I will let you be proud for a while, and when I destroy your hopes, I will definitely give you the punishment of deboning." Nalan Feng's words reached Liyan's ears, but in exchange for Liyan's contemptuous laughter.

Nalan Feng Ember ignored it, he was grieving for that warrior, fighting so far, he was one of the few remaining fighters, but he didn't expect to die like this under Liyan's fist, Nalan Feng Ash's anger was blocked in her chest, and she was a little out of breath.

The heavens and the earth are changing color, and in addition to those phoenix clans in the sky, there are also hovering goshawks and colorful poisonous insects, as well as soul devouring butterflies and moths.

The variants of the Wing Clan have all been dispatched, and there are 10,000 people, and they have already started to fight with the cultivators led by Old Man Xuanxue, those wolves, snakes, and poisonous insects.

Among them, Liwu was not affected in any way, and once again he insisted on rushing forward again, and another warrior rushed towards Liyan.

As a result, the blood splattered, and his body fell limply to the ground, and Liyan once again shook the blood from his fist contemptuously and continued to move forward.

Nalan Feng's heart suddenly began to grieve, and his teeth were about to be crushed, why couldn't he be faster? She wanted to run up with her hands and feet, but the winding path was not close, and the further she went, the greater the pressure. In order to preserve his strength, he didn't dare to use any spell Nalan Feng Ash.

Before the weeping Arhat was broken, the last light fell on the nameless mage's body, and that layer of golden light dyed the nameless mage's whole person into gold, and under the gold, there were streamlined muscles, and this cute little old man was like a golden-bodied Arhat at this time. However, behind him was not one Arhat, but two, and in addition to the shadow of the weeping Arhat and his own fighting Arhat.

Liyan was originally sprinting towards the path on this side, but when he saw the nameless mage walking towards him step by step, he slowly slowed down his pace and walked towards the nameless mage in the same way.

At this time, the snow was inexplicably replaced by some fine ice foam mixed with a trace of rain falling, and the wind whistled through, bringing the voice of the old man Xuanxue: "Nameless, you give it a go, I will defend it for you." ”

"Good!" In response to him, the nameless mage's proud voice was full of pride, and at this time, the nameless mage suddenly picked up his speed, ran up quickly, raised his fist, and rushed towards the dead without looking back.

Behind Nalan Feng Ember came the suppressed whimper of Jing Si and Jing Hua, and Nalan Feng Ash's two lines of tears finally couldn't be suppressed and rolled down from his eyes. The monks of Huguo Temple are so kind and compassionate, they originally lived a life without fighting with the world, Nalan Fengshen likes to talk to them about Buddhist scriptures, and only wants to provide for them well, but he himself has drawn them into this endless battle.

The old man who smiled every time he saw himself and asked if there were any eggs,

The old man who loved him every time he looked at him,

The old man who came to the palace every few days to visit him,

The old man who has all beings in his heart and is reluctant to crush a mosquito to death,

That nameless mage!

At this time, his first punch finally hit Liyan's body, and Liwu took half a step back, but his extremely fast punch also landed on the body of the nameless mage, and the golden light on the nameless mage was like a shattered layer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he took three steps back.

This is the power of the living dead, the power of the corpse king, and the death has become the corpse king.

"Come again!" The nameless mage shouted and jumped to his feet, and rushed towards the Dead again, and the expressionless one also jumped up and greeted the Nameless Mage.

Their movements were fast, and the sound of their power crashing passed under them like a drum, and the entangled snakes and monsters all avoided them

Nalan Feng wiped away her tears, but when I saw the shaking body of the old man Xuanxue, the tears fell again

"Bang", there was another earth-shattering collision, the nameless mage rolled and fell to the ground, which was a blank snowfield, the nameless mage lay on it, looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, suddenly stood up again, and rushed towards the death.

This time, I'm afraid it's even worse, Liyan's fist is like the most ferocious meteor, falling on the nameless mage's body one after another, the nameless mage has almost no power to fight back in the face of this huge force, but he is still holding on, as long as he has the opportunity, he raises his fist and gives Liyan a punch.

There was also the whimper of Jingsi and Jinghua wafting in the wind. Immediately followed by Chu Tianyou's cry.

Nalan Feng Ember saw an old man's body tremble violently, and then sat cross-legged all of a sudden, his back arched and his head bowed suddenly, and I heard his voice coming from his soul.

"I can't do it anymore, I can only go here. The mage can't help it, owner, please forgive me. With these words wafting across the battlefield, his body was already sitting cross-legged and motionless.

"Uncle..." Chu Tianyou's sorrowful roar sounded in the wind and snow, but the steps under his feet still did not stop.

I couldn't see the expression of the nameless mage, I couldn't see the expression of the old man Xuanxue, I couldn't see the expressions of the people who were burying their heads in the array, I could only hear Chu Tianyou's sad cry, Nalan Feng Ember wanted to turn back, but he said, "Rush forward!" ”

The tears were hot, and the souls of the hot people were twitching, and the nameless mage suddenly threw up his neck and swallowed a pill, and rushed towards the death again

It was another unequal battle, the nameless mage was about to run out, the nameless mage couldn't raise his fist, the nameless mage suddenly roared, hugged the dead dead, and resisted him hard, which meant that he didn't want him to move forward.

The great arrays on both sides were changing color, more and more energy was gathering violently, and the figure of the nameless mage was so weak but also so majestic at this time.

"Let go..." A fist landed on the back of the nameless mage, and the nameless mage spat out a mouthful of blood and did not let go.

"Let go. Let go.. Let go.. You let me go ... The fists of the Dead continued to fall on the nameless mage's body, and the golden light shattered layer by layer.

That's at least the power of the Corpse King

"Master, let it go." Jing Si cried a lot behind him, but he didn't dare to stop moving forward, Nalan Feng pulled him over and continued to move forward.

Finally, the nameless mage's body slipped softly, and Nalan Feng Ember was very unsure if he had lost him at this moment.

only to see Liyan once again raise his fist towards the nameless mage who was motionless on the ground!

"Nope! Master! Jing Si let out a loud roar, and his fist fell.

The nameless mage's body struggled violently, and then fell heavily to the ground, and Nalan Feng's heart was as if it had been cut by a thousand knives, and it almost crushed its teeth in pain.