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Xiao Feng was like a murderous aura, permeating.

The wind, like a blade turning into shape, swept through the dead trees that had been flooded by the flames of war, "chipped" the few withered green leaves left on the treetops, rose and fell in the air with the wind, and fell into a military tent full of dead leaves.

Inside the tent, Chen Zhengyang looked at a map of the distribution of the war hanging on the wall, carrying his hands behind his back, and his fingertips holding a piece of jade slip glowing with golden light.

The battle distribution map is divided into two areas of gods and demons, with a golden bright spot in the center, belonging to the gods, surrounded by dense black ink spots that are difficult to count, belonging to the demons.

Chen Zhengyang's thick eyebrows were tightly locked, such a war could not be more obvious.

The demon soldiers have tens of millions of soldiers, and they have been assembled, forming an encirclement of the Zhishen Realm, once they press the realm, the Protoss will be in danger.

As he pondered, he let his thoughts dip into the jade slip between his fingers. There are war reports stored in this place, there are victories and defeats, but victory is also a battle of killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 of yourself.

And defeat is painful.

Take Ji Tianhua and Zhanhu Bana as examples, the two of them were tiger generals, and their subordinates commanded hundreds of thousands of soldiers, but they died on the battlefield. Such a defeat would undoubtedly cast a shadow over the entire Protoss army and demoralize the entire Protoss army.

Including Chen Zhengyang, it is not difficult to see from his solemn eyes that he is also shrouded in them.

A ray of lightning shot into the jade slip like a silver snake along his sturdy arm, and the golden light dissipated in an instant. He cleared all the battles that existed in them.

"Son, Daddy thinks about it all the time. Our family of three can sit and enjoy the joy of family, or gather together like an ordinary family and you toast. Lao Tzu drinks, your mother cooks ......"

Chen Zhengyang's lips and teeth did not move, his voice echoed in the sea of consciousness, and he was once stalked, and his thoughts rolled up bursts of rippling sound waves, slowly blending into the jade slip.

He let out a long breath and continued, "Huh. Thirty years have passed, and such a simple idea has become an endless luxury. Daddy, I'm ashamed of you mother and son. I've heard that you've come to the Divine Floating Realm. And the record is great, boy, you give dad a long face, I am proud......"

A layer of mist clouded Chen Zhengyang's eyes. A teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye. The corners of his lips twitched slightly: "If you have the opportunity, go to your father's tomb to pay respects, remember to bring some wine and food, it can be regarded as fulfilling my father's extravagant hopes for thirty years......"

His voice trembled, and his eyes closed slightly: "Daddy's absolute word, take care!"

"Brother Yang. ”

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, and Chen Zhengyang's fingers moved. Jade Jane flipped into her sleeve and turned back and said, "Fluttershy." Are you all set?"

Madame Butterfly covered her body with a blue light veil, and the worry in her beautiful eyes was instantly replaced by her original charm.

What Chen Zhengyang was doing just now couldn't escape her thoughtful her, but he understood better that he needed more support, and maybe he could do something insignificant.

She was full of interest, and the jade palm picked up the tea on the table on the side and handed it over: "Brother Yang, you are the commander of the Protoss army, and you have a half-step god-level cultivation, and you are the support of the Protoss, we will definitely be able to turn back the battle, not to mention, I see that your breath is revealed, and there is already a faint implication of the god-level heavenly dao, and you will be able to retreat like a saint in a few days." ”

Chen Zhengyang smiled faintly: "Fluttershy is really discerning, but I also entered the demigod by chance, and if I want to step into the god level, I'm afraid the time has not yet come." ”

"By chance, is Brother Yang talking about the Ten Thousand Thunder Domain in the Nebula Realm that time?"

"Yes, half a year ago, the Nebula Realm team also got this creation and befriended Neeson, but I didn't expect to take this opportunity to break through the shackles and become a demigod. ”

Chen Zhengyang sighed secretly.

The so-called Nebula Realm is a perennial land of thunder, Chen Zhengyang's cultivation attribute is originally a thunder attribute, and being in the sea of thunder is undoubtedly like a fish in water.

Once ordered to intercept information, he met Neeson, the commander of the demon garrison, who has a high-level peak cultivation of the Holy Rank.

Although this demon is in the demon race, it is the old department of the light god of the other star field god clans, and it is only because after being captured by the demon race, he was controlled by Rahu and injected with a demon seal that can kill at any time, so it is difficult to get out and stay in the demon race.

During this period, Neeson secretly helped the Protoss and passed on information.

It was precisely through him that Chen Zhengyang provided an artifact that absorbed heavenly thunder that he was fortunate enough to cultivate in the Nebula Realm and step into the half-step god level.

"And then?" asked Madame Butterfly.

"Later, when I had just returned to the Holy Maiden Palace, bad news came......" Chen Zhengyang glanced meaningfully at a nebula-covered star on the star field map.

It turned out that the artifact used by Neeson was the core of the magic circle of the Demon Nebula Realm. During Chen Zhengyang's ascension, the heavens and thunders gathered together, and the laws of the Heavenly Dao changed, which attracted the attention of Rahu.

It is precisely for this reason that Rahu found out the fact that Neeson was in the demon camp, but he continued to make friends with the Protoss, so he absorbed his essence and refined Neeson to the point that his soul was scattered.

This incident made Chen Zhengyang feel very guilty.

"It was Nison's death that made you restrain your breath for a long time and not publicize your demigod cultivation to the public, right?" asked Madame Butterfly.

Chen Zhengyang's tea lid brushed over the floating tea leaves, and the fragrance rushed to his face, he pondered for a moment and said: "In fact, it's not all because of this, it's more that you are in an army, and you still need to keep a low profile, not to mention, I don't want to exchange this for any status, as long as Jing'er is safe, it doesn't matter." ”

Madame Butterfly's heart trembled slightly, years of companionship had become a habit that she couldn't get rid of, knowing that it was impossible, but whenever she heard Chen Zhengyang mention Xuanyuan Jing, she couldn't help but feel a little feeling in her heart.

The more this kind of feeling, the more unspeakable feelings she had, guarding the love that had already sprouted in her heart without regrets, and silently following Chen Zhengyang.

The corner of her thin lips evoked an intoxicating smile slightly, she took back the teacup in Chen Zhengyang's hand and put it back on the table: "Brother Yang, the army is assembled, and we are waiting for you to speak." ”

After a conversation, Chen Zhengyang's solemn complexion also improved a lot, as the commander of an army, no matter how big the oppression, he could only hide it in his heart, and he shook his spirit.

Madame Butterfly took off her armor and helped him get dressed.

Bound in golden armor, Chen Zhengyang's upright physique exuded the aura of a king, and after taking a long sword, he shouted in detail: "Dragon Teng, Dragon Leap." ”

As soon as he said hello, two people came in from outside the tent: "Here!"

Both of them were dressed in silver armor, with sword eyebrows like blades, with a pair of sharp eyes, their steps were steady, medium stature, and a three-foot long knife hung from their waists.

The one on the left is named Long Teng, and the one on the right is named Long Yue, the two are twin brothers, with a mid-level cultivation of the Holy Order, and they are arranged by Xuanyuan Jing to be dispatched by Chen Zhengyang.

Chen Zhengyang put the long sword in his hand into the sheath, and with a silent wave of his palm, he released a breath, and the four of them turned into streamers and flew out of the tent.

The next moment, Chen Zhengyang was already on the front line filled with the smell of blood.

The wind did not stop, blowing through the scorched dead wood of the war, and there was a chilling whistle. The ground was covered with a layer of black ash, and the air could still smell the aftertaste of the charcoal burning.

In front of me is a castle, a castle that has been abandoned for a long time, and the ruins and broken walls can be seen everywhere, and there are a few remnants left on the wall of the city gate, 'Akaya Castle'. The city defense circle has long been destroyed, which is undoubtedly the biggest threat to an army that protects the city.

This also means that when the war is at a fever pitch, it relies entirely on hand-to-hand combat.

Inside and outside the city, wounded soldiers could be seen everywhere, dragging heavy steps and supporting each other forward. Or there are people who are prostrate on the ground, on their backs, and they have not had time to carry down the corpses of the battlefield, and their bodies are covered with a layer of black dust.

Chen Zhengyang's eyebrows were tightly locked, and the purpose of his entry was the desolate earth and the billowing wolf smoke that went straight into the clouds. Stepping on the messy earth, the corrugated are scattered, but after each step, a clear footprint is left.

According to the battle report, this fierce battle lasted more than half a month, and the two armies of gods and demons suffered more than one million casualties.

"See the Grand Commander. "A man with a dirty face who looks like a general, powerless to meet him. Behind him, there were more than a dozen listless entourage, most of them wounded.

Chen Zhengyang nodded slightly: "General Li Zhi has worked hard, please excuse me." ”

This person was originally the general of the city gate, but now the city gate has collapsed into ruins, and more than a dozen people are cleaning up, and a passage has been cleared out, and it is the preservation of this passage that makes people be able to identify, this is a city gate.

"Ah~, kill me, let me die. There was a roar from inside the gates.

Chen Zhengyang's eyes froze, as if he had guessed something, and he walked forward.

In the midst of the ruins, three soldiers dressed in white clothes and black armor were struggling against a struggling man, the pain had distorted his tortured face, and in his tense teeth, he was panting heavily, obviously enduring heart-rending pain.

Madame Butterfly's figure shook slightly, and she stopped: "Brother Yang, he ......"

Chen Zhengyang was also shocked, the soldiers who were pressed, their legs were blurred with flesh and blood, and the two calves had long since disappeared, leaving only the bright red flesh buds that were clearly visible, and the white bones that appeared from time to time in the blood flowing.

Fluttershy, give him the Hemostatic Pill. ”

"Commander, he has served. ”

Li Zhi continued with a sad face: "The meridians of his legs are broken, and the hemostatic pill has no effect. ”

Chen Zhengyang's eyes were like torches, and he turned to look at the struggling soldier, and his eyes were replaced by a layer of solemnity. With a wave of his hand, a cloud of aura was condensed in his hand, relying on his own cultivation, he must have at least relieved his pain.

can step out in one step, but the figure stops in the middle.

The struggling soldier didn't move, and the three people who were pressing him on the side paused and stood up with a long breath. His breath dissipated, a large amount of blood flowed out, and his face was as white as powder, staring at a pair of eyes full of unwillingness.

Chen Zhengyang slowly stretched his frowning thick eyebrows, the battlefield was tragic, the lives of soldiers were like mustard, and the only way to change this situation was to end this war as much as possible.

"I'm going to kill you. A sudden murderous aura struck from the side.

...... (To be continued......)