The four pillars of clouds were getting closer and closer to the foot of Lushan Mountain, and Ding Ning's brows were furrowing deeper and deeper.

Under the cover of these four pillars of clouds, in the night, the entire team of the Great Qin Dynasty could not see clearly at all.

Emperor Yuanwu didn't walk very fast, his whole person was in a strange qi, as if it was not his body moving, but the invisible heaven and earth yuan qi pushing him to walk.

He walked the route of an invisible force between heaven and earth, and the walk itself was like pulling an invisible giant talisman, so that everyone in the entire Great Qin army behind him felt that his steps were light, and there was even a faint heaven and earth vitality that he could not usually feel penetrating into his body, and the surface of the skin on his body was filled with layers of mysterious pale golden fluorescence.

In the overall situation of besieging Bai Shanshui and Zhao Yi in the past, he only used limited strength to make a move with the help of the queen's hand, but at that time, only the real top cultivators in Changling could perceive his realm, and since he ascended the throne, the forbearance and retreat were all for the Lushan Alliance at this moment, at this time, he really showed his realm, and everyone in the rear Daqin team was naturally more in awe.

It's just that what makes them a little puzzled is that Huang Zhenwei, the head of the patriarchal department who has always followed Emperor Yuanwu step by step and is only one position behind Emperor Yuanwu, has not changed at all.

Huang Zhenwei's entire body seemed to be detached from this invisible talisman, and there was no change compared to usual.

Not only the ordinary cultivators in the Great Qin team, but even Xu Hou, who was as heavy as a mountain, couldn't understand it.

For this ranking, although Emperor Yuanwu of the Great Qin Dynasty was at the forefront, there were naturally vanguard troops and ceremonial officers who arrived first along the way, and they did a good job of handing over and coordinating with the other three dynasties along the way, and demarcated their respective defense areas and camps.

On the way forward, some troops and cultivators were stationed along the way, and the closer they got to the foot of Lushan Mountain, the more streamlined the entourage that followed Emperor Yuanwu.

A cyan figure suddenly appeared on Emperor Yuanwu's route, even if it was the most elite force of the Great Qin Dynasty that followed Emperor Yuanwu at this time, even if Emperor Yuanwu didn't make a move, it would be impossible for any great grandmaster to compete with the elite force that a dynasty had gathered here, but suddenly seeing such a cyan figure appear, most of the people in Emperor Yuanwu's entourage couldn't help but get nervous.

"General Fang has worked hard. ”

Emperor Yuanwu did not stop, but just said this approvingly.

The cyan figure bowed deeply and said, "See the Holy Lord." ”

All the nervous people in their hearts suddenly relaxed, and their hearts were slightly shocked, and Fang Yan, the Shenwei General who was guarding outside the pass, was also transferred.

"Climb the mountain with the widow. ”

Emperor Yuanwu walked past Fang Yu's side and said gently.

Fang Yi, who was wearing a green shirt, was slightly stunned, he was a little uncomfortable with Emperor Yuanwu's self-proclaimed "widow", but he still nodded his head immediately and followed silently.

"What's important?"

Emperor Yuanwu didn't look back, his eyes were always looking straight ahead, but after Fang Yan moved, he suddenly asked without a head or a tail.

Fang Yan frowned slightly, raised his head to look at the back of this extremely powerful emperor, and muttered, "The world is important. ”

A truly satisfied look appeared on Emperor Yuanwu's face.

"The widow is very satisfied with your answer, you have suffered a lot outside the gate, after this alliance, you can go back to Changling to rest. ”

He first said this directly, paused slightly, and then said slowly: "As long as there is a day when there is a widow, you can ensure the peace and prosperity of your Fang family." ”

Emperor Chrysostom, such a promise is an unimaginable reward for any gate valve, but Fang Yan's face is still calm.

Quiet because he knows very well what the price will be, and he also knows what the more far-reaching intentions will be after such a promise.

"Thank you, Saint Shanglongen. ”

He bowed slightly and thanked him.

"Interesting. ”

Emperor Yuanwu spoke faintly.

He didn't say this to the other party, but to look at an ordinary pine tree on the side of the road in front of him.

The moment he spoke, the air twisted slightly.

A soft, darker black than the night swept across one of the pine's branches.

The black faintly condensed into the shape of a curled baby, but when Emperor Yuanwu's gaze fell on him, the black quickly dissipated.

Huang Zhenwei and Fang Yan glanced at each other, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

At this moment, on the top of Lushan, in a newly set up majestic camp tent, in the black sedan chair docked due north, a black flame suddenly gushed out from the fingers of the black-robed beautiful man, jumped in the air like a candle, and then extinguished.

"Interesting. ”

Emperor Qi looked at him nervously, but he also shook his head, and spit out this sentence in deep thought.

Ding Ning, who was staring at the four clouds, took a deep breath, his frowning brow loosened, and then he closed his eyes, leaned against the trunk of a dead tree and began to rest.

He was still too far away from Emperor Yuanwu and Lushan, and his cultivation was too far away, so it was impossible to see all the confrontations that happened in Lushan at such a moment, and there was no point in staring at him now.

Only when the grand event really begins and the strong man spares no effort to make a move, can it be possible to see some of the methods of this group of people who may intersect with him in the future.

A stone staircase appeared in front of Emperor Yuanwu.

This is the first step of the Lushan Mountain Road facing him, and stepping on this step can be said to be the real beginning of the ascent of Lushan.

The four emperors gathered, and tomorrow's day is when the Lushan Alliance really begins.

However, the moment he stepped on this step, a powerful and confident smile appeared on the corner of Emperor Yuanwu's mouth.

For him, the real event has begun.

......

In the distant wilderness, dark clouds rolled, the wind howled, and countless streamers scattered.

The violent fluctuations of heaven and earth vitality caused by countless terrifying breaths spread out in this field, separated by an extremely long distance, even the various grandmasters on the surrounding mountains of Lushan could not perceive it, but as the only eight realms, Emperor Yuanwu could faintly sense a trace of abnormality between heaven and earth.

In the darkness of the field, a blue wolf came from a meadow in the distance.

It is the head wolf of the wolf pack, and it is exceptionally robust and has an exceptionally sensitive sense of smell.

It smelled a myriad of fresh blood, and it seemed to condense a wonderful smell that was difficult to describe in words, making it feel that if it could swallow such flesh, it would definitely be of great benefit.

However, when it came out of the long grass and really saw the scene in front of it, the usually bloodthirsty and violent blue wolf was directly afraid to curl up on the ground, trembling incessantly.

Hundreds of thousands of people, horses, and vehicles appear in one place at the same time, especially in the chaos of battle, it will be an extremely terrible thing.

What's more, it's full of I don't know how many cultivators.

The most dazzling flashes in the sky are not lightning in a storm or a meteor shower falling in the sky, but many talismans that condense the vitality of heaven and earth and the trajectory of flying swords that are rare in the world.

In the center of the battlefield whirlpool formed by hundreds of thousands of horses, winds, blizzards, fire rain, dense fog... The appearance of disorder, the alternation of disorder is mixed together, and even the ground has become many different small worlds, undergoing different changes.

Sword masters from the Third and Fourth Realms can be seen everywhere, and the terrifying explosions and shock waves generated by sword strikes become insignificant at this time.

Because the speed of the flying sword is extremely fast, the sky above the most central part of the battlefield is almost completely covered by a dense net intertwined with sword light, and the speed at which the rapid flying sword harvests life is naturally amazing, and I don't know how many blood flowers gush out of every breath of the air that is difficult to breathe.

However, even these powerful cultivators who controlled the flying sword were sometimes not much different from ordinary soldiers in such a battle, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was controlled by countless Dao Consciousnesses, and the chaos was extremely chaotic. The flying sword, which was originally flying well, may lose control in the next moment without warning because of the turbulence that has been violently disturbed.

Even cultivators who have always had a firm grip on the flying sword could encounter several swordsmen rushing to their side, or even dozens of rune chariots, at any time.

For any experienced general, it is clear at a glance that this is the late stage of a big war.

The formation and scheduling at the beginning of all battle formations have completely ineffective.

In such a battle in which even the Chinese armies on both sides have fallen into a tragic strangulation, in addition to some powerful ordnance that has not yet been put into use, there are also powerful cultivators who still retain their combat power.

Between the dozens of ruined rune chariots, there was a general in pale cyan armor who never made a move.

The color of the armor on his body itself was very close to the color of the rune chariots around him, and the silence was frozen like a part of the abandoned chariot, which was not noticeable in itself, and the occasional swordsman who rushed over was also killed by some guards who stayed around him.

At this time, his gaze was firmly fixed on a cultivator dozens of feet away.

That cultivator was only wearing a moon-white robe, and he looked extremely weak, but his strength was extremely strong, and at least a dozen cultivators had already been killed by this person, including two powerhouses above the Five Realms.

(I'm going to keep coding, and in the next two or three hours, there should be one more shift.) ）