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"As one of its main bodies, Dayi Xingzhi is dead, and the man in the mirror of the Great Master is bound to be extremely weak, but this person is too cunning to be taken lightly, and I have a faint feeling that there may be variables."

"This so-called Great Master II is a human being, but he has been hiding and dormant for so long. The old man has never heard of it before. It can be seen how deep his hiding is. If he can track down his real body this time, it can be regarded as an end to a serious trouble in his confidant."

Dongguo Lezheng, an old man with white beard and hair, controlled the enchantment surrounding his surroundings with one hand, stroking the white beard in front of him with the other hand, and at the same time opened his mouth lightly. The reticent Bingzong suzerain replied in an extremely rare way:

"The sneaky cockroaches hiding in the dark are very disgusting."

After finishing speaking, he continued to speak again:

"I can't wait to pull out all of these and chop them up!"

Liang Chen, the master of Bingzong, did not add up to five sentences during this journey, but at this time he expressed two opinions in a row, which shows how much Bingzong, who advocates fighting head-on, hates these conspirators.

The pale white figure floating forward quickly turned a [-]-degree corner very quickly. Sima Annan squinted his eyes and looked at the increasingly spacious cave in front of him, and said lightly:

"It's very close!"

But only halfway through his words, his complexion suddenly changed, his whole figure was nailed in place, and changed from moving to still in an instant. At the same time, the three sect masters beside him also stopped their figures.

I saw the figure condensed by Shenji Zhouge III's physiognomy suddenly stopped in place, and then shattered and dissipated without warning!

"The man in the mirror of the great master in front is dead."

In the cave, Sima Annan's voice sounded afterward, extremely dignified!

"Tick, tick!"

The rhythmic sound of raindrops continues to fill this dark underground cave, and the rhythmic sound represents the passage of time.

Then, a sound of footsteps broke the calm in the cave, and four figures gradually appeared behind the cave.

Walking in the forefront, Sima Annan, with a slightly unsightly complexion, took out a scout guard from his bosom, inserted it into the rock wall at hand, and his surrounding vision instantly brightened.

The messy gravel ground, the solidified dark red blood, scattered fragments of the special battle armor of the Southern Barbarian army, and a young warrior with a broken arm, there was nothing else.

Several people approached, and Chu Zhengyang, the headmaster of the Zonghengyuan, who was wearing a purple robe, squatted down, stretched out his right hand, and lightly pressed the neck of Xiaodao lying on the ground under him, and then said softly in great surprise:

"This little guy's life is really hard, and he is still alive."

"There is a confrontation here, and the time is not long, which coincides with the time when the last phase of the third generation's phase method disappeared!"

The master of Bingzong, who has rich experience in fighting, walked towards the corner of the cave, where Shanzi was once lying, looked around, carefully sized up the traces, and then continued to speak:

"The little guy who was hanged for his life over there had a wound on his arm a few days ago. It was impossible to fight the man in the mirror of the Great Master just now, so there is another person here."

Sima Annan nodded, and also stepped closer, looking at the extremely calm surface of the dark river in front of him, looking thoughtful, and a clear voice came out.

"The Great Xia Scout Army is in a group of two, and it seems that there is still one alive, and killed the man in the mirror of the Great Master by accident, but it broke my only clue to find the real body of the Great Master!"

"Such a situation can be called good luck tricking people!"

The old man Dong Guo Lezheng sighed softly, raised his right hand to the bottom, a milky white sea of ​​light emerged from the ground, and then directly rolled up the comatose young knife on the ground, suspended in mid-air, and turned into an extremely peaceful The breath penetrated into the former's body, slowly healing his seriously injured body.

"Let's go, report this matter to His Majesty, and this matter is full of strangeness, but since it appeared before the world, it will definitely leave clues. I believe that the real confrontation with that great master is not far away!"

Half a quarter of an hour later, a huge purple crane soared into the sky from the Nanman jungle, flew into the starry sky, and disappeared.

In the northwest of Daxia, night shrouded Shenjing City, and heavy snow fell.

In the east of Shenjing City, in an unremarkable small courtyard, there is a strong smell of medicine, and it is late at night, but the lights are still on in the room.

Then there was a soft squeak, resounding in the silent snowfall, and then the door was gently opened to both sides, and a hunched figure stepped out of it, wearing a coarse cloth, and came under the eaves, Quietly watching the heavy snow ahead.

I don't know if it was because of Xue Ying's reflection, the hair of this figure turned into an extremely strange and rare dark gray.

"Why are you up, Xianggong? Is the wind and cold better?"

A moment later, a concerned female voice sounded from the side, and a middle-aged woman also dressed in coarse cloth stepped out of the next room. She must have heard the sound of the door opening next door and got up to check.

The middle-aged woman looked haggard and looked extremely tired. Looking at the hunchbacked figure looking at the snow under the eaves in front of her, she did not respond. She bit her lip and continued to speak:

"Today, Minister of Rites, who has a good relationship with Husband, and some officials from Gyeonggi Province came to visit, but they were blocked by my concubine, but the gift was kept, so I would like to say something to Husband.

"I know."

After a while, a weak response came from the front, with an extremely indifferent tone, but in the past few years, the middle-aged young woman has long been accustomed to this kind of indifference, so she sighed imperceptibly, and said softly:

"It's snowing and the wind is cold, husband, it's better to go back to rest earlier."

After the words fell, she turned around and was about to go back into the house again, but just as she turned around, the middle-aged woman heard another voice coming from the back in front of her, and her figure stopped in place for an instant.

"Juan'er, when Shanzi retires after three years, if possible, I will retire and return to my hometown to provide for the elderly. I have worked so hard for these years."

In the darkness, the middle-aged women who turned their backs to each other hummed softly, then walked back to the room, closed the door, squatted down, and burst into tears, but bit their lips tightly, silently.

Chapter 0457

Everyone in the world says that the setting sun is like blood, but in today's Nanman forest, the rising sun is accompanied by scarlet blood sprinkled all over the ground, and the rising mushroom cloud of explosive destruction, piercing the darkness and illuminating the earth.

Since the fourth wave of attack launched by the desolate people in the middle of the night last night, the offensive has not stopped for a whole night. Countless desolate people who have turned into giants have followed each other, trying to cross the fifteen-mile death zone, so as to let their hands The thrown wooden spear can cause effective damage.

There are even some high-level desolate tribesmen who try to bypass the frontal battlefield and raid the extremely dazzling stronghold in the darkness under the cover of the jungle, but when they rush out of the dense forest, they will find out in despair, Waiting for them is also a flat ground, as well as the rain of arrows pouring down.

After a night of fierce fighting, it might be said to be a one-sided massacre, the corpses of the desolate people piled up like a mountain on the entire frontal battlefield, densely packed, and even formed a large number of human bunkers within fifteen miles.

In this way, the effect of the rain of arrows from all directions will be weakened, so the old Marquis Dingnan and the Chief of Staff commanded the Dharma repair team to fall into another round of blazing sun in the early morning.

The scorching sun that destroyed the world once again exploded on the land of Nanban. On the dark brown ground, a huge glass flower bloomed, and the countless corpses of the desolate people on the whole ground, together with the charging wave, evaporated into a blood mist, forming a big cloud. At the same time, it cut off the offensive of the barren people in an instant.

"Minxiu Divine Shooting Battalion rotates, drinks purified water, replenishes vitality consumption!"

After the blazing sun supernatural powers of the law repair group swept across the land, the immense power would immediately clear the battlefield, and it would take some time for the whole desolate people to reorganize this tide-like charge. Therefore, the Southern Barbarian conquest army could rely on this Time, rotation and supplementary repair, this is also one of the strategic application methods of the large-scale magic power of the law repair group.

The southern barbarian conquest army below was carrying out another rotation and supply extremely quickly, while above the edge of the commanding platform, the young Great Xia Lord and Empress Wu still sat quietly cross-legged, looking at the bloody battlefield below, silent. language.

Zhao Yu's complexion remained unchanged, his face was as calm as water, but Empress Wu Zhao Xiu's brows were slightly frowned, and a thought flashed across her fair face, then her red lips parted slightly, and she said:

"The scene of the Nanman in front of me, in the long run, makes me a little boring. The queen mother is on her way to the westernmost Twisted State, so it's better to end the battle of the Nanman as soon as possible. I can go to find the queen mother as soon as possible, Yu'er, Ask the Chief of Staff to tell me the location of the blood pond related to the ancestral home of the desolate people, and I will go and have a look."

Empress Wu Zhao Xiu's majestic and scorching voice fell, and the young emperor's response sounded immediately:

"Come here, present the map where the blood pool is located."

After two breaths, Dingnanhou behind them stepped forward quickly, presented a scroll with both hands, and then said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, the terrain of the Southern Barbarians is complicated, and the ancestral home of the desolate people is in great danger. The humble general will send Wang Jing's Thunder Army team to escort them all the way."

"Escorts are not necessary."

Empress Wu, who was fluttering in white palace attire, stood up lightly, took the map in the hands of Marquis Dingnan and unfolded it. The phoenix eyes swept over it lightly, then put it away, turned her head to look west, and continued to speak:

"It's okay to collect the corpses for the desolate people."

Domineering and confident words rolled out. After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiu took a step forward, and her whole figure soared into the sky. The white clothes fluttered like flying immortals, and then a cry that resounded through the world was like thunder. Suddenly, a golden phoenix covering the sky and covering the sun appeared in the sky in an instant, with its wings stretched outwards, it was originally dawn, and the dim Nanban jungle was bright!

Flapping its wings, the soaring huge phoenix has golden flames that are hard to see directly burning on every feather. At the same time, the surrounding area of ​​its body is covered by the pale Nanming Lihuo that has burned up the surrounding space. , even though it is located in the extremely high sky, there is still an extremely intense heat transmitted below, scorching everything around.

Once the phoenix comes out, all things surrender!

The soldiers of the Southern Barbarian army who were arrayed on the battlefield and were repairing in the Quartet stronghold all looked up at the sky. The temperature in their eyes was as hot as the temperature released by the giant phoenix in the sky. On the southern barbarian border wall, the scholar Yuan Bai walked out of the tent with the officials of the logistics department, looked at the huge phoenix shadow clearly visible in the sky above Nanman in front of him, and then asked softly:

"Phoenix of the Nine Heavens, could it be that His Majesty has descended on the Nanban Mountains and Seas and will be punished by heaven?"

Since the dazzling golden light shone on the earth, dense roars had already sounded in the jungle outside the battlefield. With extreme fear, the expressions of the ancestral deserters in charge of supervising and commanding in the dense forest changed greatly, and they moved quickly to the rear. Fleeing, they have seen the blazing sun fall, and they have become frightened birds under the devastating magical power of the Great Xia people.

But the cruel thing is, the choices made by these ancestral courts to oversee the barren people are correct but useless.

Under the attention of everyone, the huge phoenix shadow above the sky fluttered its wings violently, and its figure turned into a dazzling golden streamer trail, disappeared in place, pierced the sky, and headed west.

When passing by the edge of the battlefield, looking at the jungle full of people in the dense forest, Feng Ying above the sky, let out a very majestic cold snort, and then Feng Ying's body surrounded by flying fire elves condensed out, In the next breath, the fire spirit spread its wings, turned into a flash of light, and rushed straight down towards the dense forest below.

Ancient Ruins Dao Soul Supernatural Power · Flame Elf!

The constantly collapsing and reborn core of the phoenix can release a flash of light with consciousness to form a fire spirit.

Each fire elf is a shrunken flame phoenix with its own consciousness, dragging a long golden flame tail, leaving psychedelic trails in the void, competing to fly into the dense forest.

After a split second, there was no earth-shattering explosion, nor an extremely strong mushroom cloud rising up, but only endless flames that burned the void and kept disappearing.

The flames were silent, and the dense vegetation in the forest, as well as the vast number of desolate people hidden in the forest, were evaporated and wiped away without a sound.

The huge phoenix shadow above the sky had already turned into a dazzling stream of light, and disappeared from sight all the way to the west, but she just waved her wings lightly, and the entire southern forest below was ablaze with the most violent flames in the world fire.

The will of the entire southern barbarian forest seemed to panic and be at a loss the moment the fire elf jumped into the forest, because for it, fire was the thing it feared the most.

And Zhao Xiu, the Empress Wu, who was reborn from the cocoon and improved to a higher level, is no less a threat to the southern barbarian jungle than the giant covered in hot lava!

Chapter 0458

On the outskirts of the four-point battlefield, pale and golden flames blazed fiercely. For such a powerful flame, trees could no longer be used as nutrients to support the combustion, because the branches and vegetation had completely evaporated in an instant.

Perhaps the southern barbarian conquest army arrayed in the distance couldn't see the scene of burning everything clearly, but in the eyes of the thunder army flying in the sky, the scene below was undoubtedly breathtaking, so much so that most of the soldiers of the thunder army stared straight at the scene. Looking at the four flame black holes in the jungle below that continue to spread outward, silently bringing death.

"What are you still doing in a daze, Princess Wu has already flown away, you and I haven't followed!"

In the sky, Wang Jing, who came back to his senses, opened his mouth and let out a roar, and then led ten thunder soldiers, who also turned into purple thunders, and headed west.

To the west of the Sifang battlefield stronghold, within 250 miles of Moyo, is the ghost vine tribe with an increasingly large number of people.

From a bird's eye view from the sky, you will find that with the entire tribe as the center, densely packed desolate people are like ants returning to their nests, coming from all directions, including young and middle-aged desolate people, and even a large number of old, weak, sick and disabled.

The reason for such a large-scale migration is firstly because the mysterious ancestral family issued a campaign mobilization order, secondly, and most importantly, the oil wells and lamps of the original tribes of the desolate people have dried up, and there is almost no food. It can satisfy their hunger, and the largest ghost vine tribe is undoubtedly the last hope.

In the center of the Ghost Vine Tribe, there is a central tent and a huge pool of blood.

Just in the early morning, a large amount of blood mist transformed from blood energy rose up, covering the entire sky of the ghost vine tribe, and the extremely strong smell of blood permeated outward.

There were several figures standing beside the blood pool, the head of which was an old desolate man, with his eyes closed, he took a deep breath of the scarlet mist that floated out of the blood pool in front of him, with an intoxicated look on his face, and then gently Open your mouth and ask:

"Ghost Vine Liao, how many members of our clan have gathered in your Ghost Vine Tribe?"

Behind the old desolate people, an extremely burly and strong chief of the Ghost Vine Tribe, with a ghost vine totem of thorns on his face, took a step forward, brought a gust of wind, and responded:

"Master Ancestral Court Messenger, the total number of tribes including my Ghost Vine Tribe exceeds 900 million, but there are nearly 300 million old, weak, sick and disabled, unable to fight the enemy."

Before the chief of the Ghost Vine Tribe could finish his words, the elderly desolate man next to him turned his head violently, his aura surged wildly, and he rushed out. It was even more bloody. It can be seen that the second-in-command of the desolate people from the ancestral court had many lives in his hands, and then a cold and ruthless voice sounded:

"Who said that the 300 million old, weak, sick and disabled can't fight the enemy? In the face of the race war, they are all fighters. Some women and children are left behind, and the rest will be rushed to the outermost periphery as the vanguard."

The powerful and crazy aura of the old desolate people, accompanied by the icy eyes, directly made the chief of the ghost vine tribe subconsciously take a step back, put his head down, and responded:

"Follow your will, ancestral messenger."

"The ancestral desolate people who are supervising the battle ahead, do you have any other news?"

Hearing this question in his ears, the ugly face of the chief of the Ghost Vine Tribe fell into hesitation, and then he respectfully said:

"One came back last night, but it was seriously injured. The human race is like the ubiquitous god of death in this jungle. It can always intercept and kill our family's foraging and delivery team on the way, and the high-level barren man last night The news brought is not very favorable, this person has been sent to the interior of the ancestral court, but he is the great chief."

Having said that, Ghost Vine Liao's voice stopped abruptly, and he stopped talking, and the old desolate man looked at the blood pool in front of him again, and continued to ask lightly:

"The great chief is retreating in the inner temple and can't contact him?"

The tall and burly chief of the Ghost Vine Tribe, whose face was almost covered with thorns and ghost vines, did not respond, but silence meant acquiescence, so the elderly desolate people spoke, and the voices of old and tyrannical coexistence around the blood pool continued to sound.

"You ask someone to send the high-level barren who knows the information here. I want to ask in person. There are not enough barrens gathered here. Speed ​​up. The blood pool in front of you is depleting very fast. To be supplemented."

"As ordered!"

Ghost Vine Liao lowered his head and stepped back away, leaving only the old desolate man standing alone by the blood pool, staring at the blood pool in front of him, stunned and silent, with an extremely complicated expression on his face.

He has lived for a long time, which is extremely rare among the desolate people whose lives are worthless. As a high-level desolate man, his wisdom is not low, and he becomes more and more intelligent as he grows older.

In his life, such a large pool of blood in front of him is rare, and after fighting with the human race, it is also the first time for the barren people to die. In World War I, so many desolate people were not so casually wiped out.

Therefore, smelling the bloody smell in front of him, the old desolate man felt fear, and he even had a feeling that he was about to die.

Perhaps it was God's will, the old desolate people only felt a strong chill, and then the chill swept out from the tailbone, and the blood in the whole body seemed to stop flowing, but this is the southern barbarian, the temperature is hot, and it is as cold all year round. Xia, Nanman who has never had winter!

There will be no cold feeling here, and it is the first time for the old deserter to feel this kind of biting cold.

Suddenly, there was an extremely flustered and noisy roar of the desolate people in his ears. Suddenly, the old desolate man raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. Immediately afterwards, he saw a golden streamer piercing through the sky at an extremely fast speed. The sky above came from the top of the blood pool.

Within the streamer, there is a huge figure stretching its wings, covering the sky and the rising sun, leaving a huge shadow on the blood pool.

The old desolate man kept his eyes open, letting the tears flow down. Although the sun above the dome was blocked, in his eyes, this figure was more dazzling, and the radiant light was more violent.

This is the embodiment of light and heat in the world.

The old desolate man seemed to feel an indifferent gaze in the golden giant shadow, which was extremely cold.

"Giant ancestors, my family is in danger!"

A melancholy murmur came out from the old desolate man's mouth, and then within his eyes, a huge golden column of heaven and earth light continued to enlarge, and then filled the entire pupil.