Above the clouds, thunder roared.

After His Royal Highness finished saying this, the palm of his hand pressed against the bottom of the Void Arrow Cluster, and he exerted his force violently, his waist twisted slightly, and a whole huge war drum collapsed at the point in the center of the circle, and together with the gods who were nailed to the war drum, they exploded into a bloody foam.

His Royal Highness was dressed in a blood-red lotus robe, the hem of his clothes sounded with the wind of the zenith, and the blood foam that splashed and exploded flew away from both sides, and he raised his head freely, looking at the light of the sky that opened up again.

This time his expression was a little more solemn.

There was a calm voice from above.

"Do you know that there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky?"

His Royal Highness nodded with a smile and said, "Naturally, I know." ”

He asked softly, "Are you extraterrestrial?"

There was a moment of silence above.

Naturally, there was no answer.

Above the dome, endless scenery, a bright golden finger slowly poked down from the hole in the dome, just a fingertip, crushed the thunderclouds, squeezed away the golden light.

The heavens are supernatural, and the evil is majestic.

His Royal Highness raised his head, looked at the huge fingertips, shook his head and said, "Above you, there is a ...... beyond the sky."

"There is no one outside of me. ”

The Great Monarch has already crossed the realm of the Great Grandmaster.

There is no one on this.

Here are all beings.

The huge fingertips, overflowing with golden light, instantly lit up on the clouds, and the brilliant gold that collapsed was like a Buddha's light, blasting the entire sky, "slowly" spreading.

The whole world is extremely quiet.

......

......

In the Daji Mountains, in Liangjia City, an urgent order was received.

"Removal of armor—"

"Remove the armor!"

"Hurry up...... Remove the armor!"

Yuan Sizhi dragged the angry Jiang Qingyi with one hand, he only had one arm left, half of his sleeve was empty, and his shoulders were torn apart by the West Demon, his face was pale and he stumbled.

He let go of the hand that grabbed the collar behind Jiang Qingyi's coat, and slapped it on the wooden table in front of Guo Youzhi with one palm, and the entire wooden table collapsed with one palm, and in the dust, the face that was still bleeding looked still hideous: "Give Lao Tzu all the armor of Xiguan to withdraw from the front line!"

Guo Youzhi and Dong Yun had ugly faces, but after just a glance, they saw the small blood holes on Jiang Qingyi's body pierced by the flying sword, as well as the so-called King Kong physique that was almost shattered.

They don't quite know where such injuries come from.

But there is no doubt about it.

The West Demon doesn't know how to use a sword.

The two officials who received the edict from Luoyang and took over the post of supervising the war in Liangjia City, Xiguan, pursed their lips at this moment, thinking of the most unbelievable possibility.

Yuan Sizhi sleeves, two strands of blood burst out, he grabbed the placket of the two of them with one hand, and said sharply: "Give you ten breaths, either be an official in Luoyang and die in Xiguan, or ......"

So the edict reached the front line without any problems.

After a while, Guo Youzhi and Dong Yun supported each other, walked out of the City Lord's Mansion with a pale face, and looked at the aisle of Liangjia City, which was scarlet and dripping, lying all over the ground with corpses, these corpses were crowded together, some were in different places, some were incomplete, and blood splashed the entire road leading to the City Lord's Mansion in Liangjia City.

Yuan Sizhi actually killed all the way.

In the aisle, those lying and dead were all officials from Luoyang who were born and raised.

These officials wearing the official robes of the Luoyang Imperial Capital, he didn't even bother to ask a word, and killed them directly, they were all literati who didn't know how to practice, and they didn't spend much cultivation, even so, when they finally arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, they were still exhausted, otherwise with Yuan Sizhi's temperament, it was likely that he would not be able to wait for ten breaths, and he only had to wait until he was relieved, and he would kill Guo Yuzhi and Dong Yun, who were hesitant at the time.

This order to remove the armor was extremely strange.

And it was carried out quite thoroughly.

In the process of removing the armor, it is very likely that it will face the attack of the demon beast tide.

And the lucky one is the beast tide of the demon clan...... And did not choose to attack.

Instead, they chose to retreat as well.

......

......

In the dark tide of the beast clan, there was a majestic huge snow lion, it ran on the earth, and in the next moment, a thousand catties of huge force smashed on the head, smashing its head directly into the ground, splashing out a scarlet blood flower.

A moon-white robed woman's figure, her toes were like spring thunder, and after slamming on the head of a snow lion, the whole person shot out like a swift arrow, her face was full of paleness, and she swept forward crazily.

Behind her back was a man wrapped in a black robe.

The man's hands were no longer strong, swaying and swaying in the wind, his elbows were held by the autumn water, his feet dragged and swayed in the air, and in the process of sweeping, there were tiny traces of blood overflowing, oozing from all parts of the black robe.

Like a dead man.

Qiushui swept in the direction of the Western Regions like crazy.

"Hey!"

"Wake up ......"

"Wake up ......"

Her lips were dry, she held Gu Shengcheng's hands, as if she was running on a small mountain, after all, she was physically exhausted, she fell forward, rolled twice, and was arched by a snow leopard, lying on the backbone of the demon beast, after a few bumps, there was a soft elephant trunk, rolled up the two of them, and rested on the back of a more spacious elephant.

Qiushui took a deep breath.

The order to retreat has been given.

There's no way she's going to let the beast tide go on the attack.

For her, the victory or defeat of the chess palace is far less important than someone's life or death.

And right now, this man, after uncovering the black robe, has a clearly visible finger hole in the center of his eyebrows.

"Gu Shengcheng, you can't sleep...... I can't sleep...... Qiushui's lips turned pale, she folded her hands on her palms, her elbows were extremely straight, and with the strength of her whole body, she kept squeezing the man's chest, trying to make his heart beat.

She sensed movement under the palm of her hand.

There was no movement.

She lay on Gu Shengcheng's chest, her face drooling, looking at the bloody hole in her eyebrows.

The blood rolling in his body was still brilliant because of the moment that the Maharaja came, and at the same time mixed with fear.

For the living beings living in the Western Regions, it was already a supreme honor to be able to witness the presence of that great monarch in person.

It no longer matters whether it is a human or a demon, even Qiushui, can not avoid this kind of bloodline crushing, after the short "Maharaja moment" has passed, she still can't help but have the idea of kneeling down to the ethereal eight-foot mountain throne.

After Gu Shengcheng lost consciousness, Qiushui naturally became the supreme leader of the entire beast tide.

She shouted the order to retreat with all her might.

At present, it is a 100,000 urgent scenario.

What if you defeat Liangjia City?

What's more, with the current state of the demon clan beast tide, it is impossible to defeat Liangjia City.

Every demon beast was immersed in the "Moment of the Great Monarch" and couldn't extricate itself, running in the direction of the Daji Mountain Range at this moment, moving towards the Western Regions at a rapid pace, with blazing glory flowing in their blood.

Such a state is like excitement, and it is more like a state of being able to win in a big battle.

It's a pity that what the Lord brought to the beast tide was not all the idea of blessing.

It's more about coercion.

Some demon beasts have already been unable to support their bodies during the run, and they have directly collapsed into blood clots.

At that moment, they were too close to the "Maharaja".

This is an aphrodisiac in sufficient quantities.

It is an overdose of poison.

After the excitement, the pupils of these demon beasts became numb and indifferent, and they didn't even pay attention to Qiushui's orders.

If they are allowed to see human blood, they are likely to continue to rush towards the hinterland of the human race without fear of death after they have collapsed the Daji Mountain Range and Liangjia City, and they cannot be stopped.

Then the final result is that all the beast tides are buried to the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

......

......

Inside the city of Lanling.

There is no war, and there is no iron hoof.

It's peaceful.

A bleak winter rain is still extending, and an ancient temple has been repaired in Lanling City, so that the guests of the Great Banyan Temple can come to Lanling City every year to have a place to rest.

There was a girl in purple in the ancient temple, standing under the eaves, watching the dripping raindrops flow down the wooden tiles and form silk threads in front of her.

Wei Lingshan stretched out his hand, caught the raindrops, and watched the raindrops gather into a lake in the palm of his hand, and then the follow-up raindrops caught up with the raindrops in front, and the two hit each other crisply.

Let's click.

She lowered her eyebrows slowly, and raindrops converged on her eyelashes.

She frowned, thinking about the eyes that met her as she was leaving, and suddenly changed color without warning.

The green lotus turns into a red lotus.

That man......

The person he knew was gone.

Wei Lingshan carried the hem of the purple dress in one hand, stood under the eaves, looking at the empty ancient temple, and the rain was getting lighter.

There was not a single person in the ancient temple.

There is also a half-pillar of incense burning, indicating that someone has been here before.

She seemed to see people like mountains and seas, crowding her own world, all of them walking in a hurry, walking under the eaves, stepping over the threshold, entering and leaving the temple, without leaving a step.

Wei Lingshan quietly looked at the eaves of the ancient temple, and there were two incense sachets hanging on them, one on the left and one on the right.

The writing on the left is worn out and illegible.

The handwriting on the right capsule is also faint, but you can see it clearly.

Four words, follow the fate.

It's kind of ridiculous.

There are those who fight far away to stay alive.

And there are people here, idle waiting to die.

This world has always been so ridiculous.

......

......

Follow the fate.

Countless parallel line segments, when they meet together, it is called fate.

Fate is a wonderful thing.

First of all, you have to believe that there is, and it will be.

The lord thought of the last words that the owner of those eyes said to himself.

He said, "Wait until I get back." ”

She tried to hold out a hand, trying to wait for that drop of rain under the eaves to fall, or for him to come back.

The rain is already very small.

The raindrop slowly brewed, then dripped down.

Click.

It didn't fall into Wei Lingshan's palm.

The county lord was slightly stunned, looking at the edge of an oil-paper umbrella swirling slightly, catching the raindrop.

Under the oil-paper umbrella is a young woman with red hair and a layman's uniform.

She said in a calm voice, "See you again." ”

Wei Lingshan watched her twist the sachet and said, "Shuntian follows fate...... Do you believe in fate?"

This is a very abrupt question.

Wei Lingshan used to believe in fate.

Now she was silent for a moment, and did not rush to answer, probably because she had not seen each other for a long time, and she really did not know how to answer the question.

Yi Xiaoan smiled, put away the two sachets, stuffed them into his waist, folded the oil-paper umbrella, raised the tip of the umbrella flat, faced the side of the door, gently resisted, and then rotated, spinning out many fine splashes on the surface of the umbrella.

See you again in a year.

Yi Xiao'an's lay clothes were all black, with a murderous aura.

Wei Lingshan couldn't see through her cultivation.

Yi Xiaoan stood with his umbrella in a relaxed manner, and said softly: "Anyway, I don't believe it." ”