Chu He's eyes flashed with excitement and gloom.

The excitement is that he is gradually familiar with the power of the top witch, and can understand the mystery of time.

The gloom lies in the fact that he is not a golden immortal after all, and he cannot walk in the vein of time, and truly and truly experience the mystery therein.

Originally, traveling through a copy was also a kind of time travel.

But this kind of power involves something too profound, like asking a primary school student to read calculus... Most of the time, it's incomprehensible.

After the autumn harvest, he prepared to attack the Gonggong clan.

Because after the autumn harvest, it is winter.

Most of the rivers in the world will fall into a dry period.

Although he cultivates water virtue, he is not obsessed with water power.

Unlike Dijiang, they are really good at making water.

It is a very good time to attack the Gonggong clan during the dry season.

But war is like that.

There are always people who think that they require an extremely long gestation and that they are known to be in full swing before they even start.

But the truth is often not as good as it should be.

Its arrival lies more in... Sudden.

It seemed like overnight, the whole situation changed.

Yesterday was peaceful, but the next day, the clouds of war will cover the whole world, catching people off guard.

Flood.

It was almost a monstrous flood, spreading in the direction of Buzhou Mountain, towards Kongsang.

The Gonggong clan controls a total of twelve large rivers and hundreds of small tributaries, forming a trend like a vast ocean, which is bound to swallow up the entire Zhuan tribe in the waves.

For this reason, the Gonggong clan did not hesitate to commit heinous murders.

Maybe it was Di Jiang, who saw something when he extended his thoughts along with time.

Therefore, he chose to use this extremely cruel and irreparable way to take the lead in waging the war.

Then there is the response and counterattack of the Zhuan.

Both sides have been preparing for this battle for many years.

Even if he came in a little haste, he still didn't seem to have any panic in his response.

First of all, the Tuzheng Dragon, which drove several mountains and blocked them in the center of the flood, temporarily diverting the brutal flood and cutting it into several parts, reducing its impact.

Then, under the control of Xuan Ming, large swaths of rivers began to freeze.

On the wide ice, the warriors of the Gonggong clan and the Gonggong clan were killed.

Blood stained the ice red, and the light refracted from it illuminated the sky was also bloody.

The blades made by the Chu River were also transported to the battlefield in large quantities, and became the cherished companions of many warriors of the Zhuan Tribe.

By the time the battle was raging, the wear and tear of weapons had reached its peak.

Bronze weapons could not keep up with the rhythm, and many stone-milled weapons reappeared on the battlefield.

In the Great Wilderness, the two most powerful tribes of the Terrans are in a mess.

This intense, intuitive conflict even attracted the attention of the entire Three Realms.

There are countless beings who want to get some benefit from it.

Some of them couldn't bear it, and after they got involved, they were quickly swept into this huge whirlpool, and almost in the blink of an eye, they were crushed and swallowed up without mercy.

There are no aircraft cannons, no exploding fireworks and flying bullets, but the cruelty of war is even more hideous in this ancient time and space.

The Chu River has experienced many wars.

But he still has to say that this battle between Zhuan and Gonggong for the emperor still shocked him.

Powerful witch cultivators, terrifying beasts, gods that should be immortal, demons that roam boundaries... All of this has become the nourishment of this war.

When the war reaches its apex.

The earth has long been stained red with blood.

And the sky is also densely packed, and every moment, it seems as if a powerful creature will pass away, and when they die, they are as humble as ants on the ground.

Chu He once thought that the war of the gods at the end of the Shang Dynasty was already the most magnificent war in this heaven and earth.

I thought that... There really can't be a mistake.

Because if there was no intervention of Chu He, it would indeed be the case when the three Daomen and the two saints of the West participated in the war. In this way, the battles that led to the direct end of the Mixed Yuan Da Luo Jin Immortal were only a handful throughout the ages.

But leave aside this top-level battle.

In terms of scale, in terms of the combat effectiveness competition and fighting at the higher levels, the degree of tragedy should be said to be superior.

Witch!

Maybe it's because they don't have immortal life, or maybe they retain too much humanity.

When all of these factors erupt, there is no reservation at all.

Chu He had seen a witch cultivator comparable to a true immortal, flying into the group of the Gonggong clan and letting out a terrifying self-bao.

At the cost of completely destroying itself, a large number of new forces of the enemy were buried.

I have also seen the strong men of the Gonggong clan, turning themselves into a river, rushing to the warriors of the Zhuan Division, swallowing countless warriors into the turbid waves, and taking these people together, rushing to the ocean, which ultimately does not exist.

Later, Chu He also joined the battle.

At first, Chu He was able to remain sane and sober.

But gradually, under the infection of emotions, under the encouragement of the soldier master, but also under an inexplicable restlessness.

Chu He let go of the devil in his heart, let Yuan Shen look at him coldly, and his spirit seemed to be withdrawn, allowing himself to kill his red eyes. Killing and fighting cannot solve all problems, but it is undeniable that what you have gained on the battlefield is one of the most powerful ways to confirm your heart.

Gradually, he only knew that he was carrying a knife, wielding his edge and the fierceness that he had suppressed in the past.

The knife techniques that were about to be rusty were picked up quickly on the battlefield and in the killing, and they were strengthened layer by layer.

I don't know how long I killed, and I gradually forgot how long this battle lasted.

When Chu He woke up again, what he looked up and saw was already the majestic Buzhou Mountain.

It seems that this war will eventually end with the victory of Zhuan.

The deployment map given by Chu He at the beginning seems to have played a great role.

Of course, the heritage of the company itself, as well as the preliminary preparations, and the refuge of the three seedlings, cannot be ignored.

The warriors of the Gonggong clan were almost wiped out.

The remnants of the tribe gathered together at the foot of the Buzhou Mountain.

In the distance, Di Jiang was dressed in black armor, holding a spear in his hand, and under his feet was a candle dragon that still exuded a terrifying aura.

Compared with before the war, the candle dragon at this moment is even more terrifying.

Its size, even spreading can be comparable to the majesty of Buzhou Mountain.

On the battlefield, it devoured too many strong corpses, which allowed the candle dragon to grow rapidly.

At the same time, the evil qi wrapped around it made it anxious and crazy, even by Dijiang's side, it couldn't restrain its ferocity, and sometimes flapped its huge tail, like a divine whip, spurring the earth and shocking the world.

He rode in a five-dragon car, holding a mountain and river sword in his hand.

Dressed in red and black armor, even if his old opponent had been cornered, he had no ambition.

In this war, the sacrifices of both sides are too great.

So that there is no joy or loss in either the winner or the loser.

Some are just a kind of relief, as if relieved, and the heaviness and sorrow brought by bloody memories.

He held the reins, looked at Dijiang in the distance, and said loudly: "Dijiang! This battle should be over." ”