Yuan Yanyi suddenly woke up, and so did the intention of the Holy Monarch, he must let hundreds of thousands of main forces retreat to the royal area, and Yuan Yanyi's army retreated while destroying the heavy cities along the way, except for the empty shell of the city, everything in it was destroyed!

Yuan Yanyi himself didn't dare to imagine that with such a way of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, even if he won the battle with the Yan Demon Clan, how many years would it take for Hangchuan to regain its prosperity!

But Yuan Yanyi also understands that Panhong has spent half his life planning a battle, and he must use all his tricks, if Hangchuan does not have the determination of a strong man to break his wrist, I am afraid that he will be crushed under the iron hooves of darkness before he can wait for the dawn.

But Yuan Yanyi couldn't help muttering, even if the terrain of Hangchuan is vast, can he really get through this game if he retreats again and again?

Although the vanguard army led by Lei Lijun is strong and good at fighting, it is too few compared to the army of Yan Demon, and has experienced a long-distance attack from Longdu to Hangchuan, although the momentum is sufficient, the decline is also extremely fast.

Lei Lijun's scheming eyes glanced around, and saw that the Yan Demon army was already encircled, and if he went down again, there would be only one death, even if he retreated to the central part with the Hanging River army, there was also the Yan Demon Clan, a poisonous snake that could not be shaken off!

Lei Lijun's heart moved, and he ordered the vanguard army, and the tail of the formation turned into a formation, and ran towards the weakest link of the Yan Demon Army's siege, and the most unexpected link of Panhong's formation, outside the Hanging River!

This vanguard army, which had been baptized in Zijia City and numbered far less than 50,000, had just stepped into the battlefield less than half an hour before it fled from Hangchuan again, which was not like Hangchuan's own guards, but like they had come to rob!

Panhong scolded Lei Lijun eight hundred times in his heart, but he was helpless in addition, seeing that although the main army of Hangchuan retreated again and again, the closer it was to the royal land of Hangchuan, the more concentrated the defensive forces became.

If you want to pull out the iron thorn and split the iron bucket, you must show the brute strength that is not afraid of piercing your hands, and you must not waste any troops!

Panhong knew in his heart that the light cavalry vanguard army lurking outside the Hanging River defense line was like a poisonous bee that could not be seen or touched, and it would take a bite on its back at any time, but this vanguard was too clueless, and it was impossible to distinguish the forces to arrest it.

Pan Hong and Pan Guiruo one left and one right, riding the Burning Fire Peng to lead the vanguard, after the Qing Mouse Zhenren and Qin Changhui Palace's army, they were always vigilant against Lei Lijun's attack from the rear, and above the middle sky, it was the black crushing giant bird spirit beast led by the vast and shadowless demon god, jumping along a black fire avenue in the devastated city.

The further you go, the brighter the ice sheet becomes.

The fine flying snow is sprinkled on the colorful ice trees and silver flowers, and the Qionglou Yuyu galaxy piled up by the ice is generally scattered, although it is daytime, the highlands of the hanging river emit the unique silver glow of the Milky Way, and the sky light is refracted from the ice and snow that has not melted for thousands of years, emitting a diamond-like brilliant color!

Panhong took a deep breath of cool air, and the excitement in his heart was almost uncontrollable, and suddenly, Panhong's footsteps were slammed!

Ahead, the cold palace is indispensable, and the crystal clear dome shows its head and horns under the illumination of the exposed sun, like a white crane slowly combing its feathers, unaware that danger is approaching.

Canghan Palace, the symbol of the pinnacle of power in Hanging Chuan, is finally exposed under the sleeves of Panhong's equally invincible Flame Demon!

If you shrink the Shenfan Continent into a territory, and press one finger to the southern frontier of the territory, you may press an army that is as turbulent as a river and has a treacherous undercurrent!

The southern part of the continent along the area of the Holy Ancient Academy is deep in the wood and grass, and it belongs to the rare plain oasis on the Shenfan Continent. However, as the terrain slopes southward, it forms a ring of ravines and bays that go down the terrain.

At the bottom of a waterfall that plummets from a cliff to the west, there is a rift valley that stretches from the hills in the east to the desert in the west, nearly 10,000 miles long, and the waterfall like a flood bursting into the rift valley, half forming a big river with rough waves, and half sinking into the sandy and silted riverbed.

However, when the water volume of the cliff waterfall is small, the dry rift valley of the riverbed has become a long road that runs through the southeast to the southwest of the continent - that is, the ancient country of Longdu to the solid country!

Every time Sikong Changxu took a step in the rift valley, he always felt that his footsteps would sink into the soft and collapsed mud at any time, but he was not worried, he had already strangled the "time, place, and people" to death.

At this time, Sikong Changxu walked lightly, and a rare rosy appeared on his thin and sunken cheeks, as if he was here to watch the scenery and take a walk, not his true intention - rebellion!

On the right hand side of Sikong Changxu is a young man in black with a long figure and a broad body.

On this young man's face, two thick sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a pair of bright eyes looked around cautiously from time to time, obviously having an outstanding noble temperament, but faintly giving people a sense of youth and old age.

"Nephew. Sikong Changxu leisurely called Sikong Duo, and said lightly: "Through the Great Rift Valley, once we set foot on the Guguo Desert, we are equivalent to a long snake exposed under the eagle's eye, if we don't get rid of the eagle quickly, we will be buried in the sand by the eagle's talons, do you understand the power?"

Sikong Duo smiled at his uncle Sikong Changxu, and said lightly and firmly: "Of course my nephew understands. ”

"Well, that's good. Sikong Changxu nodded with a smile, seemingly very satisfied with his nephew's performance, he didn't look back, just asked, "What about them?"

"Bring it on. Sikong Duo raised his chin as soon as the Gu Clan guard next to him raised his chin, and the Gu Clan guard immediately turned around and pulled out two men with bound hands from the crowd.

One of the men was nearly fifty years old, the same age as Sikong Changxu, and as soon as he was pushed in front of Sikong Changxu, although he had to keep his head down, his face was like cold iron, and he made a cold snort from time to time.

The other man was a little younger, in his early thirties, and had the air of a scholarly frailty.

Sikong Changxu narrowed his eyes into a small crystal slit and looked at the older man, sneered, and asked kindly: "Zuo Zongchen, what are you not satisfied with? You mobilized 20,000 imperial forbidden troops without authorization, just to break into Shenggu to find your son Zuo Yitang, not only did you not find your son, but you were also beaten into a death row prisoner by Yide, if it wasn't for the old man to find you a substitute for the dead ghost, you would have been turned into soup by the refining kettle of the altar by now, look at you, you always have a stinky face to the old man!"