Nearly three months have passed, and the barbarian army besieging Xiliang has been pouring in from the royal court, and they have crossed the desert of no return to the wild goose with yellow sand, and are congested outside the Yongning Pass like locusts. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There are so many barbarians that the entire barbarian tribe has almost exhausted all available soldiers.

No one can say exactly how many of this army has reached, maybe millions, maybe more.

The beacon fire at the Yongning juncture is always bright, and the soldiers guarding it day and night are patrolling back and forth.

A man slowly walked to the threshold in the night.

His face was not clear in the darkness, but his lips were as scarlet as blood, which was particularly dazzling.

His status also seems to be high, but wherever he passes, the patrolling soldiers will bow their heads to him at the first time.

He was accustomed to this, and ignored it, but walked to the city on his own.

He didn't look at the dense guards under the gate, he just faced the west, stretched out one of his hands, put his index finger and middle finger into his lips, and then with a slight force, a long whistle sounded at this moment in Yongning.

As soon as the whistle fell, a long gurgling cry rang out in the dark sky.

A white figure pierced the night and slowly came from the night sky out of nowhere.

It was a snow-white white dove, his eyes were quite spiritual, and his appearance was also very handsome.

After a few breaths, the white dove landed on the man's outstretched arm.

It seemed to like the man very much, its eyes narrowed into a crescent moon at that time, its long beak gently pecked at the man's arm, and its mouth kept cooing.

A smile appeared on the man's cold face at that time, and he reached out to help the white pigeon brush the hair on its body, and said, "Liu'er, you have to get farther this time." ”

"Coo-goo. Hearing this, the white dove looked up at the man, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.

The man smiled at him, reached out and took out a circular note from his bosom and gently shoved it under the white dove's feet.

"This should be the last time you will be bothered. The man said.

"Coo-coo-coo!!" seemed to hear some hidden meaning in the man's words, and the expression on the white pigeon's face became a little anxious, as if he wanted to give something to express, but because of the surprise of the language, it could not say anything after all. I could only chirp loudly.

"How can there be a feast in this world that will not be dispersed?" the smile on the corner of the man's mouth was even stronger. "Go, go to the top of the world and deliver the letter to him, I can finally unload the heavy responsibility of the people in the world. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hands and gently threw the white dove in his hand into the night.

The white dove flapped its wings but did not mean to leave, but kept hovering over the man, and let out a long, rapid cry from his mouth.

"Go, if there is fate, we will meet. Or like the sea of stars, or if the world. He sighed.

The white dove seemed to hear the determination in the man's words, it finally compromised, and then took a deep look at the man, as if to keep him in his heart, and the next moment, his wings shook, and his body turned into a streamer that was difficult to catch even if the stars died, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

The man also watched the figure of the white dove fly into the western sky until it disappeared completely.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the sky.

The night is thick and the stars are sparse.

"Master, what you gave to your disciple, the disciple has done. ”

"Although this heavy responsibility is hard, the disciple is especially grateful to the master for allowing the disciple to finally walk in this world. ”

At this point, he paused and added.

"As a human being, go on a journey. ”

Immediately, he turned around and walked down.

At that time, the night wind suddenly rose, and his ink-colored robe was puffed up in the night wind, and his figure swayed.

Like a candle flame in the long night, Yingying will stop.

This world is very big, and a mortal may not be able to go to the end in his whole life.

This world is very small.

A star is gone, and if he does his best, he may be able to see it through in less than a month.

But there are still some places that even the stars don't dare to set foot in.

For example, the giant peak called Tianmen Mountain north of Yunzhou and south of Chang'an is the forbidden place of the star death, and it is also the cultivation place of the mourners.

Another example is the Far West, which is called the shrine at the end of the world.

It is the place where the Xidou vein breeds, and it is also the tomb of the rest of the gods.

At this moment, an old man in a black robe stood side by side with a man with gorgeous temples.

In front of them were densely packed with objects that hung in the air like ice coffins, and in each ice coffin there was a drop of blood like glass floating.

The blood was beating like a heart, and with this beating, a faint black aura also diffused from those ice coffins, dyeing the sky here black, almost making it difficult to distinguish day and night.

"Even if you devour the blood of the demigods, you will still not be their opponents, they have once eaten the flesh and blood of the true gods. The black-robed old man looked at the man with his temples and said so. His brow furrowed, clearly still skeptical of the man's plans.

"What's more, once the shrine is opened and the gods come to the world, the world will become more and more chaotic. ”

"Yes, devouring the blood of the demigods, they will never be their opponents. The man looked cold and nodded, as if agreeing with the old man's opinion.

The old man's face changed when he heard this, and he was puzzled: "Then why are you doing this trip? They are things that we can't compete with, your Taishang realm, devouring the blood of demigods, and its realm is only worthy of reaching the realm of pseudo-immortals, how can you fight against the heavenly people? Not to mention that in the past thousands of years, how do you know that they have not continued to grow stronger?"

"......" The man was silent for a while, and when he was about to say something, a sound of flapping wings suddenly came from the sky.

The old man's heart was shocked, this place is the end of the world, don't talk about birds, ordinary stars trample on the capital of death, but why did this sound of birds and sparrows sounded.

But the man waved at this moment and said, "It's all right. ”

The old man was puzzled, but out of trust in the man, he still put away the spiritual power that was about to surge out, but his eyes kept staring closely, and the direction from which the sound of flapping wings came, his brows furrowed.

"Coo!" a long chirp sounded, and the white dove appeared in the eyes of the two of them.

The white dove seemed to be extremely ordinary, but its speed was terrifyingly fast, and before the old man could react, the bird landed lightly on the man's shoulder.

At this moment, the white dove seemed to have exhausted his strength, and the light in his eyes was gone, and some were only full of exhaustion.

When the man realized, he reached out and took out a piece of letter from the white pigeon's ankle, and the white pigeon seemed to be in a hurry, and after the man could not walk the letter, his wings shook and he was about to leave.

But this rush all the way, exerting all his strength, had made him extremely weak, and his body was like a kite with a broken string, struggling in mid-air for a short while, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Such a situation was naturally seen by the man, but the expression on his face was extremely indifferent, and he did not have the slightest intention of checking the white pigeon's injury.

When the old man saw this, he sighed in his heart, he was too forgetful, and people were not as good as birds.

Then the man opened the letter and read it one by one.

"What's the matter?" asked the old man. In his opinion, the white pigeon should be in such a hurry to send the news, it must be an extremely important thing.

But who knew that when the boy read the contents of the letter, he showed a disgusted look on his face. As soon as the spiritual power of his fingertips moved, the letter paper turned into powder and disappeared.

"It is not a pity for those who are dead to die. He said.

The old man was silent for a while when he heard this, and after a while, he said: "Kaiyang, Tianxuan's death back then..."

"The revenge of killing his wife is not shared, and this revenge will not be avenged by He Yanquan to see his deceased wife. Kaiyang responded coldly.

"But if Tianxuan knew that you had become like this, I am afraid it would not be easy. She has pursued the road of life all her life..."The old man naturally heard the determination in the man's words, but he couldn't help but continue.

"Even your loved ones can't protect you, how can you protect the common people!" The old man's words seemed to poke Kaiyang's pain, and his voice suddenly became a little louder.

He looked at the old man's words with cold eyes, and then said: "I am in the same vein as Tianlan, and I have been pursuing the will of heaven for generations and protecting the common people, but in the end, who will have a good death?"

"The calamities in the world are all caused by the heavens, I killed the heavens, cut off the karma of the common people, and the common people will not be calamitized, this is the best protection!"

"Since the blood of the demigods can't help me, then I will devour the blood of this true god. ”

After that, the spiritual power around him rushed out, and one after another dragon and phoenix phantoms rushed out like trapped beasts out of the cage.

His body rose slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in the air.

A bronze medallion with a simple shape flew out of his body at that time and hung above his head.

The droplets of blood wrapped in the ice coffin seemed to sense some kind of opportunity, and they began to become irritable, and they kept hitting the ice coffin, and their appearance gradually turned into strangely shaped blood-colored beasts with their restlessness.

"I am the eighth generation descendant of Tianlan Academy, Kaiyang Xingjun!"

The man's voice sounded at that time, as if he felt the majestic power that erupted from the man's body, and the air flow between the heavens and the earth began to surge, and there seemed to be an electric python and thunder snake in the dim sky.

"I have guarded the world for a hundred years, but I can't die well. ”

"From today onwards, the people of the world will have nothing to do with me. ”

Above the dome, it seemed to be angered by the man's voice, and for a time this world was in the world. Thunder snakes rushed, electric pythons roared, almost illuminating the withered shrine as if it were day.

The man's face remained unchanged in the face of this day, and he continued.

"The day I devour the blood of the gods is the day I kill the Heavenly Palace and take your life. ”

"Lu Lichen, wash your neck, and wait for me to come to slaughter. ”