That battle was really terrible...

Even if he thought about it at this moment, Fang Xin could really feel that sudden surge of fear.

Think back to the past...

That battle was a battle that collapsed the firmament for thousands of miles, and almost burned the ambition of the cultivators in the human world. And the killing god who has made the world look up to him so far, with only a divine sword soul and a mortal body, he dared to cross his eyebrows and face the 80 million miles of the Tang Dynasty and sweep the eight desolations ** Endless male soldiers. In just a few months, he almost killed all the kings and saints in this heaven and earth. The wreckage of the fallen cultivator filled the inside and outside of the three thousand Yueyang. The purgatory on earth is not enough to describe the terrifying landscape of the year, and only the sea of blood soaking the entire city can say a thing or two about it.

Even if it is, the military god who is at the peak of his integrity and blood, relying on his own strength as a heavenly saint, to compete with him... It's just one formula... That couldn't escape, and was stopped by a sword and cut off the end of life.

That battle was simply a stage prepared for the god killer alone. The common people, the mighty, the saints, and even the high Son of Heaven all seemed so dim and dull on that stage.

However, there is one thing that surprised everyone, in the annals of the Tang Dynasty, there is a thick pen and ink.

That is, when everyone thinks that the god of war who was killed by a sword will never see the sunrise tomorrow...

A miraculous thing was born.

The god of war is alive.

With the few saint pills he had left, he survived the dark night filled with endless silence. And that's not all, he lived to the day when the pledge was signed. Then, under the eyes of everyone who thought that he would be buried in the loess tomorrow, he actually took a piece of his body alive and survived the spring and autumn years of 20 years in the snowy Beimangguan, day after day.

It's a miracle...

One is not much worse than the miracle created by the killing god, even if it is not as good.

For so many years, all those in the know could not imagine how a dead man who had lost his life and had half of his body cut off survived all these years. Even though he is a heavenly saint, in order to survive these years, how many unknown thoughts and the price of rebellion against heaven have he paid...

This has always been a mystery.

However, today, when the battle of Beimangguan is over, look back. All this seems to be not too difficult to understand again.

Without it, it may just be a wisp of will.

Since this god of war can take half of his body and live for twenty years. Among them, in addition to greedy life, it is estimated that it is to wait for the day when this game of chess is broken and falls again. And back then... After that battle, regardless of his personal life and death, he recommended himself to lead the army to defend the northern vast pass. It is very likely that it is precisely in order to use the military salary of one domain every year to forge the first army in the world that is enough to tremble the tens of millions of miles of defense line in the entire Datang Border Region!

Million Black Python Divine Army!

So as to bow down today's hand and shout towards Kyoto's life and death threat!

However, all along, what has been supporting him to complete all this should be just a wisp of unwilling will.

This unwillingness may stem from unwillingness...

If the military god dies, the military power will be chaotic, there will be no pillars in the vein of the big ** machine, and there will be no saints on both sides of the 300,000-mile Red River. In front of such a piece of cake called "military power in the world", no one can hold back that greed. Especially the suspicious Kyoto arranger...

Therefore, there is only one result in the final development of this matter.

That is, to cut the military power, to collect the soil, and to clean up the old department of the Three Dynasties twelve years ago, slaughtering all the branches and stems of the military god's line, and bleeding 300,000 miles on both sides of the Red River!

This is the consistent method of the layout in Kyoto, and it should be where the military god is unwilling.

Born as a saint of heaven and earth, a great **god, controlling the life and death of all mortals in the world. After death, there will be one, and the descendants will be terrified. In the face of such a result, who can be willing? Even if it is death, it must be blind to death...

So, he can't die.

At least, at that point. For future generations, seek a result that does not need to be cooked by rabbits and dead dogs.

He can't die...

It's family affection.

But, it's terrible...

Such foresight, such a terrifyingly tenacious will, while touching people, have to be frightened.

"Monsters. ”

Fang Xin slowly came back to his senses from his thoughts, and said slowly in a trembling voice: "A person in the martial arts has such a far-sighted plan, it is terrifying. ”

Du Lao slowly closed his eyelids and replied in a deep voice: "Under the immortal sect, who is not a monster among the people who are employed by Penglai? Compared with those few, this military god can barely be regarded as a person. ”

"Yes. ”

Fang Xin nodded solemnly, agreeing with this statement: "Compared to the ruthlessness of the ghost scheme. He is indeed flesh and blood. ”

"Hehe... So he's never better than the others. "Du Lao Dao.

"Then, this matter is the same as what Jin Buchang said. It's really going to be windy this time. Fang Xindao.

"The wind must rise..."

"Where's the wind?"

"Then it's up to Kyoto to do it. ”

“......”

Wow

The remnant sun fish jumps, and the willows are dyed with red branches.

Listen to the rain on the shore of the lake, and count the wind and clouds in the world.

Twenty years of hidden plots, and now a corner of the storm has appeared, how much has it cost others to make people's hearts? How many other mysteries are hidden?

I don't know, more than that, endlessly.

Just as when the oath was made, the immortal said, "The one who seeks to be outnumbered is not the many, those who are virtuous are not in harmony with the vulgar, and those who have achieved great achievements are not in the public." ”

Now it seems that this sentence has actually been in the Tao for 20 years.

It means that at that time, it was also counted to the present day.

It's a plot...

You can't see it, you can't touch it, but you really exist. When the world was awakened by the corner of the plot, it was only then that everything was actually led by fate. When the ghost hand hidden in the darkness makes the next move, it is a different kind of calculation. So that you never know, where to seek the way, and what the result will be.

Perhaps, this is the pinnacle of the world's most subtle means.

A real big strategy...

Call...

The wind rises, on the willow bank.

The wind blows to the east. Along the shore of Tingyu Lake in the west of the city, along the lanes in the city, all the way to the street in the east of the city.

Seven Star Courtyard, above.

"Bang Bang..."

A huge bluebird slid from the clouds into the stables in the courtyard.

It didn't take long for two delicate figures to walk out of the door of the stable, leading a doll. Without stopping, the three of them just whispered a few words, and walked directly along the gravel path in the courtyard towards the inner courtyard...

"Wow..."

"It's too ruthless..."

"This is a prelude to the death..."

"If this punch is going to hit me in the face, I guess I'm going to die..."

The voices were repeated and the exclamations continued.

The inner courtyard, in front of the west building of the stargazing platform, is very lively today.

The dense group of seven-star disciples, holding rice bowls and holding chopsticks, sat around the stargazing platform. Joy, fear, seriousness, admiration for all kinds of complex expressions, jagged interspersed on their faces, very rich. However, they have one thing in common, which is focus and attention. And, the end of all gaze is on the stargazing platform, with a radius of dozens of feet.

Such a high-profile grand occasion is rare in the Seven Star Academy. That is, during the New Year's holidays, when the courtyard invites the troupe to perform a big drama for everyone and make a fuss, there is a time.

However, now Chinese New Year's Eve and New Year's Day have passed. Where did you get any festive festivals?

"Senior sister, will the palace dean really beat Senior Brother Xiahou to death?"

Under the stargazing platform, not far from the lawn. A seven or eight-year-old girl, holding a rice bag, looked at the stargazing platform intently, and at the same time asked the slightly older seven-star female disciple sitting next to him.

“......”

It may be that the big drama being played on stage is too bloody and violent. Every time a fist fell and accumulated, it made the elderly female disciple frown.

After waiting for a while, she replied in a trembling voice, "Perhaps, she can really be killed." ”

"That's... That... Why did Dean Gong kill Senior Brother Xiahou?"

"Maybe he's naughty again..."

"Ahh

As soon as the female disciple's words were finished, the female baby next to her seemed to be frightened by something, and she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, just screaming!

Hurry up, look at it!

On the stargazing platform, outside the west building, the seven stars and seven swords are inserted into the ground ten zhang apart from each other, and there is a flow of air between the swords and the swords, forming a large enchantment array with a radius of fifty zhang.

"Sprinkle..."

"Da-da..."

Inside the barrier, in mid-air...

A bloody mist with a bloody human body drew a bloody arc, and then fell heavily to the bloody ground.

That's Xiahou!

At this moment, he has long lost the cynical ruffian dignity. The face was swollen like a pig's head, one was blue, one was purple, and one was blood-red. Shirtless, with a pair of tattered pants left, covered in blood, very embarrassed.

"Get up!"

On the other side of the enchantment, standing was the extremely hot-tempered Dean of the Heavenly Pivot. Also shirtless...

His strong muscles really made those new Seven Star disciples stunned for a while. It's horrifying!

A strong body, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, forming an inverted triangle. The pectoral muscles protrude fist high, like steel armor. Eight abdominal muscles are the size of an egg, like a mountain. The arms were terrifyingly thick, knotted like pythons. With his current hideous features, at first glance, he looks like a fierce gorilla!

"Don't fucking pretend to be dead!

Seeing Xiahou, who was beaten into a dead dog, lying on the ground and unable to stand up, Dean Tianshu shouted violently.

“......”

As soon as he drank it, Xia Hou made some movements. I saw that the two bloody arms trembled slightly, and then the palms of the hands supported the ground, and the body was supported with difficulty, and slowly stood up.

"I... I request... Pause..."Forcibly propping up the eyelids that were beaten to the point that only two black lines remained, Xia Hou said inarticulately.

"Pause again?

"I... To go on... Medicine. Xiahou said intermittently.

"Humph!"

Dean Tianshu didn't reply immediately, but snorted, turned his head to look at the other seven-star deans standing in a row outside the door of the West Building, and asked, "Is it time?"

"It's grown. ”

Lu Suifeng had a cold face, pointed to the incense burner placed on the side, and said lightly: "At least one more stick of incense will be burned before it is time to take medicine." ”

"Lu Suifeng, you bastard! I'm going to die!"

Without waiting for Dean Tianshu to speak, Xia Hou yelled hoarsely at Lu Suifeng!

"Then you will die!"

"Tsk..."