On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, in the morning, Genghis Khan's mausoleum.

There was a man who walked silently on the mausoleum in a radius, as if he were a pilgrim, and every few steps, he squatted down for a moment, got up, and then took a few steps, and then squatted down again, and then he got up again.

Over and over again, it took him nearly two hours to complete this cemetery, which was about one mile long and wide.

Above the Holy Mausoleum, it was as quiet as an altar; under the Holy Mausoleum, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses confronted each other, and how many heroes from the rivers and lakes, not half of them stepped forward to interfere.

Because tonight, Tang Ningfeng and Huangfu chased the sun "Fifteen Full Moon, the Sacred Tomb Decisive Battle";

These people's martial arts achievements are so high, they have long been grandmasters in the world.

Therefore, the strength of the Gang Qi and the thrilling fighting must definitely make the opponent within this radius have no breathing space.

If even such a top master is not free to live, then how can the ants that have been living on this cemetery from generation to generation not all extinct?!

The palm of a child can still crush and kill a group of ant soldiers, not to mention the fierce qi machine, flying sand and rocks and falling into the ground?!

They are also life.

It's life, Gong Tianxia wants to save it!

This is because the bodhisattva's compassionate mind has never distinguished between sentient beings.

And when a bodhisattva is saving sentient beings, there are very few people who interfere with it.

Gong Tianxia silently walked down the mausoleum, and behind him, it was amazingly black. Thousands of ants outside the plug, sometimes sandwiched with dark brown pit vipers and red claw giant scorpions, followed him like a march!

A large amber dog galloped forward, and with a loud shout, it shook the banks of the river that reverberated continuously.

That is, as if taking over, leading the army in front, leading the huge army of soldiers and ants and pit vipers and giant scorpions to the gravel desert oasis five miles away. In the back, Gong Tianxia pressed the formation, taking care of those lives as if they were out of danger.

"That person is Gong Tianxia, one of the martial champions today!"

How many martial arts heroes whispered: "Legend has it that he can communicate with all things in the world. What I saw today is true!"

Of course, there are also people who sigh: "You can communicate with everything in the world, but you can't change people's hearts." 」

In front of him, Zhu Di, the Yongle Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, led 400,000 troops and 250,000 iron cavalry of the Mongolian Tatar Benyasuri Khan, facing off on both sides of the river, which was a battle that no one could stop.

It's like tonight, the emperor who was once abolished by his opponent and his whole body martial arts chased the sun, and finally waited for Tang Ningfeng, saying that he would not give up this battle if he said anything.

Similarly, Mr. Xuanda of the "Ren Yun Divine Sword", in order to maintain the dignity of the Central Plains martial arts, of course, he must also have the divine bow of the Shangbing Wang Tianshi and Feng Swallowing Star.

"The decisive battle of the Holy Tomb is by no means an end. 」

Mr. Yinda sighed softly, looked at Gong Tianxia's distant back, and said to the other two gentlemen beside him, "Things have just begun!"