readx;? Chapter 1271, Jiuli Tribe

With the strength of Wei Yu, it is naturally not difficult to perceive such an offensive. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the face of life and death, there is no room for hesitation, Ying Long has been seriously injured, and it is easy to kill him. But if you take your own life, it's not worth it. With a thought in his mind, the offensive that was originally attacking Shi Yunyang suddenly stopped, and his body turned into a cloud of black smoke, shuttling in the void for a while, and he quickly jumped out of the attack range of the flowing flame.

The sky rains down like lava erupting, which is incomparably spectacular. At this time, once Wei Yu dodged away, all the flames also approached Shi Yunyang. Looking at the sudden rain of fire in the sky, Shi Yunyang did not have the idea of dodging, but felt a lot more relieved, and slowly sat down against the stone.

Sure enough, as he expected, when those flames were five or six feet away from the ground, they suddenly all dissipated and annihilated, as if they had fallen into another layer of void and disappeared without a trace. And behind the rain of fire, the five figures had resolutely stood in the void, and the powerful spiritual power suddenly swept the entire battlefield, as if a window suddenly opened in the stuffy room, and the sunlight shone in, extremely fresh.

The fire god Zhurong, the rain god Shang Yang, the gold god mattress, the wood god Jumang, and the earth god Houtu. It turned out that the five great immortals appeared here.

The situation on the battlefield changed in an instant, and the major elite troops of the God Realm had already left for this place, and the Protoss troops dressed in armor of different colors had already surged down densely on the distant mountains. The Vulcan army is like a blazing fire, and the land it passes through is like a fire dragon dancing wildly. The battle of the Golden God Army is Lingyun, and the spear and golden armor are unparalleled. The Earth God Army is heavily armoured and steadily advancing like Mount Tai, the Wood God Army and the Rain God Army are moving forward together, the vines on the ground are entangled, countless monsters are locked in place, and the Divine Bow and crossbow are like rain, and for a time it is like entering a no-man's land.

Once the Eight Great Demon Venerables were seriously injured, the Demon Army's vitality would be greatly damaged, and these troops on the ground would almost become the swords and ghosts slaughtered by the Protoss Army.

For the first time in the war, there was a trend of counteroffensive, and countless Yanjia springs gushed out in the Shennong Valley, quickly plunged into the battlefield, and joined the encirclement and annihilation army of the Protoss.

The Jianmu Heavenly Ladder of Heishui has not been opened for tens of thousands of years, and the most powerful dragon army of the Protoss, the Five Spirits Army, the Taiyi Army and the Pangu Army, four armies have descended from the sky. Who knew that as soon as he came to the human world, he was surrounded by demons. After a bloody battle, the four major armies of the Protoss finally broke out of the encirclement, and they separated near Yizhou and scattered in four directions, southeast, northwest, and north. When the Dragon Battle Army and the Five Spirit Army marched together, they found that a large number of monsters were approaching the west, and the five great immortals all noticed that there were extremely strong energy fluctuations in that direction. Heishui Duguang is not far from Shennong Valley, so the two troops joined forces and rushed to Shennong Valley at a gallop. Finally, the Protoss arrived at the most critical time and resolved an extremely thrilling crisis.

However, the defeat was only temporary, and after some time, the demons tried to attack again. The two sides launched many rounds of fierce offensives, but their strength was almost equal, and the two sides did not give in to each other, and the war entered a stalemate for a while.

When the war in Shennong Valley continued, Zhu Chan and Martial God did not have the slightest idleness. After transferring most of the people of Chang'an, the two went to the Western Regions, the North, the Southern Xinjiang, and Baiyue again. Ongoing relocation of civilians in the war zone. The human world is so vast that it is almost impossible to completely transfer all of them, and the two of them have to do their best.

On this day, half a month has passed since the start of the war. Martial God and Zhu Chan set the entrance to the Astral Enchantment under the Yin Mountain in the North. There are about a dozen prefectures and counties from here, and there are Turkic, Jurchen and other countries nearby. When the two of them went to the direction of Youzhou, they were suddenly besieged by the demons on the way. With their strength, even if they can't resist thousands of troops, it is not difficult to escape from the war. But the demons encountered this time actually knew how to weave an enchantment, and the two were trapped in it for a while, so they had to go through a bloody battle. When the power in the seal was greatly damaged and began to loosen, he was able to escape alive and flee all the way to the east.

"Zhu Chan, can you still hold on?" the martial god put his arm around her, so that she leaned against the crook of his arm. Zhu Chan shook her head and said, "My life is not within the Six Realms, I won't die." It's just that the power loss is a little too great. ”

"Then you turn back into a sword, don't hold on. We went so fast that for a while they could not catch up. Zhu Chan looked at him sideways, the martial god's body was already drenched in blood, countless wounds were turned out, and many bones were visible. It's just that he doesn't seem to care, and he doesn't even have the slightest expression of pain.

She raised her hand slightly, but she couldn't bear to touch it. "You... Doesn't it hurt?"

The martial god raised his arm and looked at it, and said nonchalantly: "This little injury will be fine in three or five days, so why care." For the past 10,000 years, I have had to fight with someone every day, and I have been injured more than this every day, which is nothing at all. ”

Zhu Chan sighed: "What kind of life have you lived in the past 10,000 years." It's all me... You're doing this..."

"Don't talk about the past. You are you, Jiuli is Jiuli, I can still tell whether this is right or wrong. ”

Zhu Chan smiled, in the world, this sentence may only be believed if it comes out of the mouth of the martial god. In the whole world, perhaps only the Martial God can get her sincere smile.

After walking a few steps, Zhu Chan suddenly stopped. The smile on her face vanished, and she looked to the north, where a mountain peak blocked her view, and at the top of that mountain, she felt a strong and familiar energy.

"You have already made it clear, but there is still a continuous relationship between me and Jiuli. It's time to wrap it up today. ”

Her body moved, and she rose to the ground, and her body suddenly turned into a flying sword, sliding vertically against the mountain wall, and the arrow went straight to the top of the mountain. Before Valkyrie could react, she was already halfway up the mountain.

"Zhu Chan, where are you going?" the martial god jumped, his figure running on the almost vertical wall, and quickly chased after Zhu Chan's figure.

At the top of the mountain, he finally understood where it was. The mountain is located on a cliff and is not accessible on all sides, but at the top of the hill there is a vast complex of buildings. Long-horned bow-like ridges, totems made of huge animal bones, stone houses, intricate carvings, and patches of buildings that roll along the terrain and stretch to the blind spot of the distant line of sight. It's clearly an old city, but it's deserted. And this place, both of them are extremely familiar.

Because this is the former site of the Jiuli people--------- Jiuli City.

This is where they met, and where all the entanglements arise. Ten thousand years of hatred for her and condemnation of herself, thousands of years of waiting, everything started here. After 10,000 years, both of them returned to their hometown for the first time. For a moment, mixed feelings.

"Zhu Chan..."

"You are wrong, I was born as Jiuli, and I am also Jiuli when I die, no matter what Jiuli becomes, this is a fact that can never be changed. I'm not ashamed of that, though. She said, slowly raising her hand, only to see a powerful red light curtain suddenly appear in front of her, in which strange runes flickered and intertwined, flowing rapidly under her palm.

At this moment, a large number of people and horses rushed out from behind the light curtain, and tens of thousands of figures suddenly emerged from the dead and silent ruined city, gathering towards the edge of the cliff. These people are not demons, men and women are easy to distinguish, but the man has two horns and a bronze complexion, and the woman's eyes are blue, and the ice muscles are snow-white.

"These are... Jiuli tribe?" The Martial God couldn't help but be amazed.

Zhu Chan suddenly turned around, stared solemnly into his eyes, and said, "Martial God, promise me that no matter what happens later, you will not be allowed to make a move." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Some grievances must be resolved, and some misunderstandings must be clarified. Just like me and you, a misunderstanding lasted for 10,000 years, but the knot in my heart was loosened, and everything was able to be let go. The same is true of me and my clan, you are an outsider, and it is inconvenient for you to meddle in the internal affairs of Jiuli. ”

The Martial God paused and said, "If they don't hurt you, I won't make a move." ”

"Have you forgotten that my life is not within the Six Realms, and they can't kill me. Promise me. ”

“... Okay, I promise. The Martial God said in a deep voice, and a strong uneasiness welled up in his heart, as if he was about to lose her again.

Zhu Chan slowly took off his hand, turned around and walked towards the Jiuli tribe, the long hair flying in the air, like a maple red moving with the wind, and the fallen leaves returned to their roots.

There was a strong fighting intent gushing out of the Jiuli tribe, as if the hot air was rushing upward, and the air became a little illusory. The Martial God stood far away on the edge of the cliff, and he could feel the extremely strong coercion.

After all, it was the Jiuli clan, and 10,000 years ago, it was the strongest existence in the human world. Everyone is a warrior and is born with almost god-like strength. Perhaps it is precisely because of such a force that the human realm can form a huge tributary among the six realms.

Zhu Chan must have felt the strong pressure, but she didn't seem to be affected. After a while, her footsteps finally stopped, and she saw her hands raised high, drew a semicircle, and then crossed them in front of her chest, then touched her chest with one hand, raised the other hand to the scale, and began to recite a song in her mouth.

As her mellow voice quickly spread throughout the entire clan, the Jiuli clan's fighting intent quickly dissipated. Countless people began to whisper along with her singing, and the voices became louder and louder, and finally condensed into a warm long song surrounded by mountains.