After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

"call...."

The wind whistled past.

Li Mo listened to the sound of swords and horses played by Bingtuo, and without his taking the initiative, the Qitian Fighting Secret began to operate silently.

The blood in my body seemed to be ignited.

The hammer in his palm was burning hot.

For no reason, he remembered the memory of the mystery in the womb in his previous life. The retired soldier upstairs liked to listen to operas in the morning facing the sun, which prevented him from sleeping in.

Just as he is now charging towards the rising sun.

Which song do you like to listen to the most?

The sonorous roar of Peking Opera vaguely rang in my ears:

'When loved ones suffer, I am enraged; I charge into the enemy's camp and fight against the demons.'

......

PS: Please charge the battery, muah~

The sound of Peking opera, which seems to come from another world, is still ringing in my ears.

A north wind blew in front of Li Mo's eyes, making the dark enemy formation look like a lake with ripples, which were the bizarre and ferocious divine will of various witch spirit totems.

How did you sing the following part?

His memory was blurry and he didn't have time to think about it anymore.

bump--

He took the lead and rushed into the enemy formation. The power of the sixty-sided military formation made him like a god. The star pestle stirred up a strong wind, which instantly shattered dozens of soldiers who were empowered by totems and turned them into a bloody rain. In the end, it was blocked by the totem of an evil turtle witch spirit.

The red mist was splashing, and it seemed to still carry the warmth that had not yet dissipated.

He was like a sharp spearhead, piercing fiercely into the encirclement of flesh and blood and soldiers, and rushing towards the target.

The sounds of armor shattering, flesh disappearing, and the roar of the totem witch spirit all blended together.

"Revenge for the young patriarch!"

The vine shields parted, and a figure two men tall rushed out from them. He was wearing heavy armor, and hard shells had grown on the exposed parts of his body. Behind him was the evil turtle totem that had just flashed.

He is equivalent to an inner scene warrior, but he does not have his own inner scene. All of him has been dedicated to the witch spirit, and the witch spirit is his inner scene.

He swung the long-handled golden hammer and smashed it down with the roar of the evil turtle.

clang--

The sound of metal exploding was like an earthquake.

The golden hammer exploded after being hit forty times, and the fragments pierced dozens of sets of rattan armor, and its owner suffered the same fate as Helian Wu.

Even the evil turtle witch spirit began to flash fiercely.

The War Colossus doesn't move very fast.

But at this moment, there were four different statues blocking his way, and it was not realistic to go around them.

"Roar--"

One was a standing human-faced snake, one was Huo Dou, one was Zhu Yan, and the last one was the black water evil turtle. They were each amplifying the warriors of their respective tribes, and at the same time, they mechanically moved their bodies and crushed down towards this group of people.

It was like hills collapsing on all sides.

Their target was not only Li Mo, but also the Qingmu Iron Cavalry who followed him into the battle.

As long as the number of cavalry is reduced, the power of the military formation bestowed on him will naturally weaken. By then, not to mention that he is just observing the spirit, even if he is outside the scene, he will be surrounded and killed by the army.

"Dingshan Mountains!"

Li Mo sat on the cloud horse and smoke was emitted from its four hooves, making the already slow-moving evil turtle statue even slower. The cloud horse then rushed straight up along the turtle foot that was like a pillar of heaven.

With one blow of the hammer, the tremendous force driven by the power of the military formation caused spider-web cracks to appear on the hard bronze in an instant, and a huge wave of air burst out from it.

This bronze statue, which has been passed down for thousands of years, wailed as it could not bear the heavy burden, and it was like a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade being toppled.

The shattered power of all living beings transformed into black ghosts, rushing out along the air waves.

"The Turtle Master's witch spirit is shattered?!"

In front of the palace, the leader of the Beast Hall folded his arms, his pupils trembling.

Even for a strong outsider, it would not be easy to defeat a giant witch elephant.

This kid actually completely absorbed the power of the military formation of thousands of iron cavalry?

"That's not all."

Han Zhen's blood-marked arm kept absorbing the blood and energy from both sides.

The power of the Qingmu Iron Cavalry's formation alone, combined with the enhancement of the Killing Heavenly Sound, would not be enough to achieve this level.