The wind blew the wooden windows and rattled, blowing the rice paper on the table and filling the house.

A bearded and elegant man in his thirties entered the house, hurriedly closed the doors and windows and picked up the paper, and heard the strange sound of the wind whining outside, and the crisp sound of the tiles falling, and I don't know if it hurt anyone.

The dragon's bloody ink clouds rolled up the flag, and the wind howled for nine days, and in the face of such bad weather, I felt that life and death were as thin as paper.

Yuan Xiu patted off the dust above his head, and dust rose in the house.

"Ahem......"

Yuan Xiu didn't dare to use his real name in the fortress, and he was also helpless about the cause and effect of his ancestor offending Jiaolong.

Obviously, he has no power to restrain the chicken, but he has a grudge against the world's strongest beast demon emperor, and others may not believe it when he says it, and the world is often so magical.

The ink in the inkstone has dried up, and the clear water in the copper basin has turned into muddy water, which cannot be used.

Outside, the wind whined, and the sky was dark.

When watching from the city wall, Yang Xiu saw the gray dead air on the top of the corpse tide, covering the sky and the sun, and the sun was impervious, it was said that the body was strong and could resist the filthy qi coming to the body, and a thin scholar like himself got close, and he would die if he was serious, and he would be seriously ill, which was very evil.

But there was a storm on this side of the fortress, and I heard that it was the dragon who did it.

A few days ago, there was a lot of rumors about the siege of the capital and the battle of the dragon against the demons, and many people witnessed the huge dragon wielding its might, fighting with the demons to the point where the sun and the moon shook the mountains.

Thinking of the ancestor offending such a terrifying beast, Yang Xiu's brain ached.

"I scraped for five or six days, and I don't know what Jiaolong did. ”

I heard the sound of the gray tiles sliding and rubbing again, and then someone said 'ah' and cursed and went away.

I don't want to go anywhere when it's windy outside, I want to compose a poem with a brush, I look at the dry inkstone full of dust, and I suddenly feel bored, and I unconsciously miss the bamboo forest villages in the south, the green mountains and green waters, the wild bamboo forests, the thatched huts and grass pavilions, and the yellow plum rain, and suddenly I want to eat the white rice made by my elderly mother......

I went north for a few months, but I don't know what year it will be.

Suddenly, I heard the scholar outside the window eagerly greeting.

"Sir, come out and see! God...... The Heavenly God is angry!"

Yuan Xiu came back to his senses and found that there was no wind howling outside the window and no whimpering sounds, so he pushed the door out of curiosity, and his eyes couldn't help but look at a certain high mountain in the gate.

"This ...... The ancestors are confused!"

The grumbling and wailing are full of helplessness.

The gods didn't see it, but they saw a huge ball in the sky, that's right, it was an incomparably huge ball, very big, Yuan Xiu couldn't find the right words to describe it, the surface was covered with yellow, black and white like flowing water, as if it was unevenly stirred colored sugar, constantly rotating.

The yellow ones are the dust blowing up the sky, the black ones are the clouds of ink that come together, and the white ones are the water vapors.

All around, it was still like a cloud of ink and lead being drawn by the air current, converging in that direction.

The wind on the ground has stopped, but the sky is still moving.

The naked eye could faintly see a small white dot emitting white fluorescence under the huge sphere, he knew that it was the terrifying dragon that the ancestor had offended, looking at the wind gathering into a rotating sphere, and then thinking about the courage of the ancestor, it was difficult not to complain.

The celestial vision caught the attention of the zombies, and soon, hordes of high-level zombies rushed to the fortress!

As usual, another battle broke out!

There are a lot of them, most of the zombies are equivalent to human monks turning into god stage cultivators, and a small amount of Mahayana period, wrapped in fierce and vicious qi to attack the abnormal weather to interrupt the spell casting!

The fortress raised a curtain of light, and the light of the huge defensive circle arranged by the pure sun flickered and worked at full strength!

Countless points of light fly into the sky to face zombies!

Yuan Xiu and the others looked up at the brilliant colored light that continued to bloom in the sky, the army used the formation to defend itself, the elders of the Pure Yang Palace and the senior disciples were busy manipulating the magic array, and the rest of the people could only stay in the formation and wait for the powerful battle to end.

The Purple Void Sword Array, the Western Sect Golden Buddha, the Jiuli Witchcraft are unpredictable, and some scattered cultivation magic weapons are flashing!

The battlefield was spread over a wide area, and there were not many people in the sky above the fortress.

At the top of the mountain, Bai Yujun was two feet above the ground and slowly rose and fell, his thin legs were straight, his toes were pointing down, and he didn't look at the surrounding war groups to compress the storm by themselves......

"Xiaobai!

Yang Mu and Xu Ling supported on both sides, and Xu Ling, who was once lazy, actually performed swordsmanship heroically to resist the aftermath of the surrounding spells, for fear that those spells would hit and constantly compress the storm sphere and be busy intercepting.

Soon, Mu Duo, who was carried by the butterfly, also came to help.

Although the real decisive battle has not yet begun, every battle is extremely dangerous, someone may fall at any time, human magic weapons and elixir talismans emerge in endlessly, although zombies do not know spells and can only melee but are fierce and fearless and not afraid of death, fighting is a death match, there are no unspoken rules, or life, or death.

High-level zombies look more like people, except for gray skin, fangs and red eyes, it is difficult to see the difference, and they even know how to wear clothes and armor to take care of their appearance.

The move is simple and furious, just rush close to the opponent, once you get close, the Terran monk will not be spared.

This is also the first time that a certain white faced a zombie and encountered a bold zombie approaching, the two sides had the same idea, and a certain Jiao was even better and waved his fists and feet to kill him alive.

The real people of Pure Yang cooperated with each other and faintly formed a large array, fighting with the strength of the group, and the Western Sect also had its own methods.

The most outstanding are the black and white sorcerers of the two major tribes of Jiuli in the Southern Wilderness, poisonous insects emerge in an endless stream, and the specially strengthened Jiuli warriors can compete with zombies.

The sky shimmered, and from time to time a figure fell......

In mid-air, there is a pure yang spirit void vein elder hovering, when he encounters an injury of the human race, he comes forward to help, and when he encounters a zombie falling, he directly attacks the sword while the other party is injured.

Yu Rong and Qi Yun and other top masters of Pure Yang did not move, and several old monks of the Western Sect also did not appear.

Jiuli is only a few masters to fight, more to prevent the rest of the high-level zombies on the opposite side.

In the sky, a strong zombie in armor suddenly sprouted buds all over his body, and the flowers and flowers all over his body blossomed and bore fruit, attracting butterflies to linger......

"Roar!"

The completely colorful zombie roared and roared and rushed towards Mu Duo!

Mu Duo was calm and calm, pulled out the slender Jiuli knife and faced the zombies is a knife, the knife technique is ruthless and has a hidden aroma, you don't have to guess to know that her knife must have a poison!

Use the knife to fight, skillful and fierce.

Compared with a white knife and slashing and slashing fiercely, the martial arts of the saintess of Yunyao Guzhai are more agile and agile, such as the Jiuli dance.

Mu Duo and Yang Mu Xu Ling kept intercepting the zombies who wanted to get close to the storm sphere, but the sphere was too big and too big, and the manpower was sometimes poor......

The timing was tricky and couldn't intercept it, Mu Duo slashed at the zombie's face with a cold face!

The melanoxin at the knife edge spreads rapidly!

The zombie didn't care and sneered at Mu Duo's mistake.

"You've Failed~Hehe~"

The voice was hoarse and harsh, as if he hadn't drunk water for more than a month, his throat was dry, and the toxins on his face violently invaded his brain, and then he was pierced through his spine by the Jiuli knife in Mu Duo's hand.

Turning his head, he saw that the huge sphere was still spinning rapidly, and there was no accident.

The corners of the mouth are slightly upturned under the veil.

"You don't understand, it's not a spell, it's just a storm. ”

The green grass grew wildly, withered and sprouted, and the gray face was covered with flowers, and finally could not support the injury and fell unwillingly......

At the top of the mountain, in the middle of Bai Yujun's slender jade hand, there was a small sphere that was the same as the sky sphere above his head, suspended in front of him, and dark clouds continued to gather around the sphere, and the slender fingers of the little hand continued to connect the dots around the small sphere.

It is clear that the physical object is manipulated through the virtual storm sphere in the hand......

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