The main hall is magnificent.

On both sides of the civil and military divisions, one by one looked sarcastically and sneered at the one-armed old man, laughing at his inadequacy.

The one-armed old man slowly pulled out the scimitar behind his back, his eyes bloomed with infinite brilliance, and he said word by word in his tone: "It's not me, Zhao Tingli, but thousands of Dayan soldiers." ”

The one-armed old man's words fell, and under the white-washed robe, the thin body evolved and plumped, like rock-like muscles, propping up the loose robe, and the endless qi and blood erupted, and in a blink of an eye, he was already a head taller.

The strong physique, like an iron tower, is filled with an oppressive force, and the qi and blood converge on the scimitar, like a blood-colored pillar of light, filled with a hot breath.

The scorching wave of air erupted like a flame.

The luxurious hall made a sizzling sound, and the gold beads inlaid on the ground had been shattered and distorted.

The main hall was illusory, as if it was about to be burned by the scorching qi and blood.

Everything is false and is returning to the truth.

Use your own body and blood to restrain ghosts.

At this moment, the civil and military officials standing on both sides, they no longer see what they saw at the beginning, one by one, entangled in ghosts, their appearance is hideous and terrifying, their resentful eyes are terrifying, and the official robes they wear give people a monkey and a nondescript crown.

"This knife, punish the ghost!"

The scimitar slashed down.

Endless qi and blood bloomed, and the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse was faintly born, as if thousands of troops and horses gathered together, and the momentum was like a rainbow to launch an impact, and the overwhelming power hit the front.

The strength of the peak of the Nine Thunder Tribulations is vividly displayed at this moment.

Under the impact of qi and blood, he rushed to the king who was sitting on the golden chair.

Many civil and military officials, their eyes were resentful, but they were located in all directions, none of them intervened, and one watched the one-armed old man coldly.

The Ghost King watched this scene calmly, looking at the slash that gathered qi and blood, three inches away from him.

The thud of the dancing flames in his eyes burst into flames, as if two ropes had rushed out, winding directly towards the scimitar.

The green beating ghost fire surrounded the scimitar, and the scorching qi and blood restrained the yin and evil, and the power of the ghost fire was incompatible, and the two constantly collided.

The wave of qi swept in all directions, the crown dress worn by the ghost king kept trembling, and the crown comb on the crown collided together, and the crisp sound could be heard clearly under the wave of qi.

Running through the main hall, the qi and blood that shook the ghost cave, under the ghost fire of the ghost king, it was like a flame that had just burned, and it was suddenly directly extinguished by a basin of water.

A knife was useless, the one-armed old man did not retreat but advanced, the heavy steps sounded, and the one-armed old man stepped forward seven steps in a row.

Stepping on the seven stars, it is with the true meaning of the Beidou.

The momentum is like a mountain, and suddenly it once again shows explosive growth, the muscles are like steel, and a green tendon is tightly tensed, like a long dragon wrapped around the body.

The robe, which was propped up by muscles, had been torn, and strong muscles had been exposed in many places.

The knife in his hand was swung again, and the momentum was suddenly cathartic, like the collapse of the embankment, and the flood water continued to rush along the collapsed mouth to vent, raging wildly on the earth.

The fierce momentum has aroused the existence in the underworld.

A closed portal could be seen faintly, suspended in an invisible, unknowable, imperceptible place.

The portal has thousands of weather, thousands of rui qi, and thousands of rays of light.

At this time, the tightly closed portal tore open a gap, and from the gap, you could see that in the portal, it was a golden light rolling red neon, and thousands of rui qi sprayed purple mist.

The immortal gate has been loosened, and the one-armed old man is already buckling the immortal gate.

When this portal is completely opened, it is the time when the one-armed old man ascends to the fairyland.

As a general who dominated the world in the big weekend of that year, Zhao Tingli was born in response to the times, born with a star destiny, and was a character in troubled times.

In the year of the Great Weekend, the Hu people in the north were raging, and 300 righteous soldiers went north to the grassland to kill Hu, and only 36 people returned.

Zhao Tingli is one of them, and then after the unification of Youyun Village, Youzhou and even the north, Zhao Tingli has made great achievements.

If King Yan had ruled the world, Zhao Tingli would be today's general, a hussar general, and he would have already succeeded in ascending to immortals.

But it's a pity that as the loser, Zhao Tingli delayed for more than ten years before he succeeded in approaching the immortal gate and began to push the tightly closed immortal gate.

The ghost king's gaze was flat, and the green ghost fire was like a jewel, embedded in the eye socket, completely replacing the pitch black and deep.

He preached in a praising tone: "In the past ten years, Zhao Tingli has not been wasted, without the support of resources, with your own strength, you have managed to come to this point, I have to praise you." ”

"But you can't wait to die and meet your former colleagues, then it will be done for you. ”

"Let you continue to serve this king in the Great Yan Ghost Country. ”

The ghost king raised his arm, his pale skin appeared, and five slender fingers gently grabbed at the scimitar.

The action was like a green dragon probing claws, flowing clouds and water, touching the scorching qi and blood that erupted, instantly tearing open the scorching qi and blood, a broken opening appeared, and the palm accurately grabbed Zhao Tingli's throat.

The scimitar slashed into the palm of his hand, and a white mark appeared on the pale skin.

The scimitar advanced layer by layer, and the qi and blood burned hot, gradually breaking through the skin, revealing Sen Sen's white bones.

The flesh and blood of the ghost king's palm fell, and the white bone palm of Sensen, the black ghost qi and qi and blood impact that appeared, the flesh and blood kept falling, and there was no trace of flesh and blood hanging in the palm, and the white bone palm shook.

A huge force was born from the scimitar, and Zhao Tingli stepped back seven steps in a row.

In the last step, the scimitar in his hand had been inserted into the ground, and the dirt and gravel flew up, so that Zhao Tingli successfully stopped retreating, half-kneeling on the ground, and spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

The scorching blood burned an area to the ground, revealing the true landscape, a desolate land.

The Ghost King Bai Gu's palm shook, and the black qi was wrapped around his palm, and he looked at Zhao Tingli and gave an order: "Take it, don't waste this body of blood and bones." ”

The civil and military officials who watched coldly appeared greedy, and began to step forward one by one.

"Demons and demons dare to be presumptuous. ”

A reprimanding voice sounded, Huang Da was wearing leather inside, a layer of armor outside, and the two layers were added together, making Huang Da armed like a wild bull, stroking his white long beard, and striding from a distance, with a majestic demeanor.

"Raging on the old man's territory, I really don't know how thick the sky is. ”

As soon as he was promoted to the garrison general of the northern capital of Zhengliupin, he was able to make meritorious deeds and obtain merits.

What a good start.