Stuck from the outside, the land of Hangchuan is shrouded in lightning and thunder, wind and rain.

But the wind and rain are actually just an illusion, and there is actually not a drop of rain on the hanging river.

The people in the hanging river, as soon as they look up, they can see a strange scene-

The heavy rain that poured from the sky, the moment it approached the low altitude of the Hanging River, it was supported by a sea of gray cotton-like clouds, and turned into a stratosphere-like ocean in mid-air!

The continuous clouds continue to cut out silver ravines, and the vast ocean accumulated above the sea of clouds will converge into countless vertical and horizontal heavenly rivers!

The royal capital with the Canghan Palace as the center, the terrain is round and towering, and it is the hinterland roof of the hanging river. The army of fire demons is like countless fierce hyenas, besieging this round helmet-like highland.

In the face of the hundreds of thousands of Hangchuan guards stationed at the top of the plateau, this group of hungry and green-eyed hyenas refused to retreat or leave.

Pan Hong is the head of the army of fire demons, and the blue mouse real person and Pan Guiruo are all dressed in battle, each rate is left and right, entrenched in the middle of the sky, the Demon Venerable Youye, shaped like a vast black cloud that is half virtual and half real, flying back and forth along the royal land of Hangchuan, constantly exploring the gap in this well-laid out royal city.

The reason why the two evenly matched armies confronted each other for a full day was because the Hangchuan Guards repeatedly retreated, and finally arrived at the decisive place where there was no way to retreat!

To win, you must force the opponent to a ruin, and defeat the side that exposed its weaknesses first in one fell swoop!

The army of fire demons faced a dilemma on the high ground, and under the increasing arrogance of anxiety, they could not hold back the momentum of the full charge. The Hanging River defense army stuck to a corner, although there was no obstacle for the time being, but hundreds of thousands of soldiers ate and wore food, clothing, and all of a sudden pressed in the limited material reserves, and the decisive battle had not started, and a silent battle of attrition had been launched inside Hangchuan.

In the rear of the fire demon army, the transportation of heavy grain and grass is endless, Panhong calculates, the longer it drags on, it will only be more unfavorable to Hangchuan, as long as this highland is surrounded by airtight wind, cut off the supply of grain and grass for the defenders of Hangchuan, it is a matter of time before Hangchuan is embattled, Panhong has waited for ten years for this battle, and he doesn't care about waiting for a few more days!

The blue mouse is not an impetuous person, but at this time, there is a faint uneasiness on his face.

He rode to Panhong's side, full of suspicion: "Holy King, at present, all the defenders of Hangchuan have retreated to the high ground, waiting to sit and eat the mountain, this situation is not good for Hangchuan, and it may not be beneficial to us!"

"You also said that Hanging River sits and eats the sky, how can it be unfavorable to me? I'm going to force Yan Sheng out!" Panhong sneered with an arrogant look on his face.

Seeing that Panhong was so full of ambition, the green mouse real person couldn't help but "chuckle" in his heart, and his heart was full of worry.

The green rat really knows that Panhong's cultivation is unfathomable, and he is also a leader in this Yanqi Continent, but if it is about Mo You's planning, Panhong is still a little arbitrary.

The green rat held his breath slightly, and said again: "Since the Holy King understands this truth, why doesn't Yan Sheng understand it? Since he understands it, and deliberately rests on his laurels, he must have other plans!"

Pan Hong was shocked, and he was unwilling to accept the facts described by the real person of the green mouse, he waved his hand and scolded: "Green mouse, the big war is coming, how can you mess with our army's heart!"

Panhong said, but his tone couldn't help but change, and he lowered his body and asked the green mouse real person: "In your opinion, what trick is Hangchuan doing?"

The blue rat real person stretched out his hand to the sky in a panic and sighed: "Holy King, if you want me to say, this celestial phenomenon is too strange! I'm afraid that Hangchuan is playing ghosts! This group of Xuanbing people is the best at making a fuss about the wind and rain." ”

Panhong looked up, and then sneered, "Hmph, what else should I be, although it is not difficult for the Xuanbing Clan to call for wind and rain, but it can't become a big climate, green mouse, if you are still worried, it is better to ask the Demon Venerable to make the final decision!"

Although the Demon Venerable Youye hovered in the air at a height of a hundred miles, the slightest wind and grass could not hide from his ears and eyes, his black cloud-like soul body floated in the void, and he was even keenly aware of an unusual aura coming from the sky of the Hanging River!

Youye sent an order to Panhong: "Wait another hour, reorganize the army and horses, and wait for the opportunity to attack!"

The repression and restlessness on the eve of the Great War caused the army of fire demons to fall into an uneasiness between madness and impatience.

Yan Sheng stood in the cold palace on the high ground, taking all this into his eyes, although he was surrounded by a group of impatient generals, he still looked calm and relaxed, but the four elders who were always by Yan Sheng's side left silently at some point.

"Holy Monarch! The consumption of hundreds of thousands of troops is staggering, we and the Yan Demon Clan can't afford to spend it, so we might as well fight with them! I am willing to lead the troops to kill the enemy!"

With Lei Lijun here, the rest of the generals didn't dare to come forward first, but Lei Lijun's words really said what they wanted, and Lei Lijun immediately responded, and the crowd in the cold palace was angry.

"Fang Zhizhong, Han Zhiling, Du Lengheng, Odang..."Yan Sheng closed his eyes slightly and muttered in his mouth.

Although Yan Sheng's tone was light, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at each other, not understanding why Yan Sheng was reading the names of those dead generals, could it be that the Holy Monarch wanted to summon Yin soldiers?

Yan Sheng looked around at everyone, and said lightly and majesticly: "In less than a year, Hangchuan has lost troops one after another, these people are all important ministers for my use, but now they are buried in the loess, if you still want to be a reckless man who is sent to death, then lead the troops to go!"

Everyone lowered their heads and silenced one by one, these words came out of the mouth of Yan Sheng, who had always been gentle and elegant, and it was already an incredible reprimand.

But Lei Lijun, who has always been quick to speak, was still not satisfied, took a big step forward, and insisted on saying: "Holy Monarch, everyone doesn't understand your intentions, if you have an idea, quickly inform everyone, so that we can have the bottom of our hearts!"

"Father!"

In the middle of the sound, a teenager's shout suddenly sounded.

The generals ducked back one after another, revealing Yan Jie's figure in a dark blue tunic robe.

Yan Jie's eagle-like upturned eyes were shining, and he clenched his fists and pleaded: "Erchen is willing to lead the army to suppress thieves at the beginning of the war, grow the royal spirit, and share the worries of his father!"

"Oh?" Yan Sheng's face was surprised, he shook the folding fan unhurriedly, and Yi praised: "It's rare that you have the heart to know that you are serving your family and country." ”

"No!" the general obstructed: "The eldest prince is the prince, you can't be in danger!"

"The king of the Xuanbing clan must know how to fight the world by himself, and he can't sit back and enjoy it. Yan Sheng patted Yan Jie's shoulder with satisfaction and motioned for him to retreat and prepare for the big battle.

"Worship the wind master Bai Chongyuan. Yan Sheng said peacefully.

In a moment, a man in a gray robe walked into the Cold Palace in full view of everyone.

The man was not too old, but his back was stiff, his hair was half-white, and he was draped over his shoulders without restraint, and there was an expression of madness and dementia on his expressionless face......