The Emperor gave too much, and the system, dissatisfied, has turned evil.

The skills in Chapter 612 were all set by me.

Zhuge Liang was not afraid of being imprisoned for life and setting fire to the mountain. His fire was not an ordinary flame, but a fire that carried the power of the Heavenly Emperor. This fire could not only start a prairie fire, but also burn gods and destroy immortals.

Even the Three Thousand Great Daos, once engulfed in the sea of ​​fire, were burned and howled in agony, their flowing hair and beards completely burned away, leaving the Three Thousand Great Daos bald.

The top is bald.

The area below is also bald.

"Don't panic, don't panic, I'm here!"

"Such trivial skills are not worth mentioning. I will extinguish this fire myself."

At this moment, one of the three thousand Great Dao experts also stepped forward: Shui Changliu, the 'Great Dao of Water'. In the sea of ​​fire, Shui Changliu released his own Great Dao power, and instantly, a mist of water appeared on the entire Great Dao battlefield.

As the mist descended, the sea of ​​fire that had been burning gods and destroying immortals began to gradually die down.

The three thousand powerful cultivators of the Great Dao were all incredibly powerful, and their battle raged on relentlessly.

"You've dampened my enthusiasm again?"

With his eyes flashing red, Zhuge Liang, now sporting a red-eyed special effect, roared, "Water Avenue, huh? A cheap trick. Why don't you just call it Firefighting Avenue?"

Suddenly, he shouted again, "Shui Changliu, after fighting for so long, you haven't accomplished anything, yet you still dare to jump out here and wag your tongue, daring to bark wildly in front of my army. I have never seen such a shameless person before!"

With a wave of his feather fan: "Borrow the east wind!"

Whoosh—! A gust of wind arose and swept across the Great Dao battlefield at lightning speed. The wind seemed to carry countless bone-scraping knives. Caught off guard, the three thousand Great Dao experts had their clothes torn to shreds after the wind swept through, revealing their true forms.

The Three Thousand Great Roads have become Three Thousand Naked Roads.

Enraged, he shouted, "You're asking for it!"

They had sought to prove their Dao, wanted to kill them, and even mocked them. How could the three thousand powerful Dao experts, who were usually high and mighty, not be enraged? In particular, some of the women were filled with shame and indignation, their mouths bleeding with anger.

"You traitor to Heaven, die!"

Enraged, the powerful cultivators simultaneously unleashed powerful attacks on Zhuge.

"Hahaha."

With a loud laugh, the cunning, sly, and mischievous Zhuge Liang, after toying with the Three Thousand Daoist Masters, swiftly disappeared into the midst of the heroes of China. A mob attack on me? Who can withstand that?

The strength of all enemies should naturally be borne by all friends.

Wow, what a stunning figure.

Wow, what strong arms.

Wow, what a fat ass.

"Wow, look at that beautiful woman on the avenue, so fair-skinned, so big..."

"Wow, that male avenue is so dark and small..."

"Hahaha."

The heroes of China laughed heartily, looking up at the sky.

"you……"

"you……"

The three thousand powerful cultivators trembled with rage.

Among the three thousand Great Daos, the female Great Daos are all graceful and beautiful, each one a peerless beauty in the world. When they tremble, their whole bodies shake, and those beautiful Great Daos are quite a sight to behold... Boom!

Snap!

Losing their composure, they lost their footing and were subsequently ambushed and killed by Li Congxin's powerful warriors, who then unleashed a sudden attack that wiped out over a hundred of their Dao experts.

The remaining three thousand Great Dao experts were once again shocked and pale.

In an instant, they all rallied their spirits, and though they were filled with righteous indignation, they had no choice but to fight naked.

At the same time...

"Well, it's time for us to make our appearance."

"Indeed, it's time to let the Three Thousand Great Daos witness the true power of the heroes of China."

Just as Zhuge Liang had departed, two more generals, clad in armor, appeared majestically on the battlefield amidst the heroes of China.

Han Xin, Yue Fei!

Han Xin stood proudly on the right side of the battlefield. Yue Fei stood proudly on the left side of the battlefield.

Two generals, their eyes glowing red and radiating overwhelming power, each held a sword, their expressions cold and serious.

boom!

The two of them simultaneously unleashed an aura that could shake all enemies in all directions.

this moment……

I thought they were going to fight, but...

Han Xin brandished his sword, his brows furrowed, and a look of sorrow filled his face, as if he were heartbroken. A mournful and desolate lament arose from his lips: "In the deep autumn of September, frost flies across the fields; the sky is high and the water is dry, the wild geese cry mournfully. In the deep autumn of October, frost flies across the fields; the sky is high and the water is dry, the wild geese cry mournfully."

The three thousand powerful cultivators, who were displaying their extraordinary abilities in the midst of a bloody battle, felt an inexplicable sadness rise in their hearts upon hearing the mournful songs.

In late September, frost blankets the fields. The sky is high, the waters are dry, and the wild geese cry mournfully. In late October, frost blankets the fields. The sky is high, the waters are dry, and the wild geese cry mournfully. Hearing these words fills one with sorrow and melancholy…

"Pfft!"

Only Li Congxin, with a wicked expression, was suppressing a laugh.

Because Han Xin's skills were designed by him.

Han Xin sang mournful songs continuously, his desolate voice echoing across the battlefield: "I am far from home, separated from my parents; how can my wife bear it, sleeping alone in a lonely room! My white hair leans against the door, gazing into the distance; my young child remembers me, my heart breaking with tears."

As the song played, a sense of melancholy rose in the hearts of the Three Thousand Great Daoists. At this moment, they felt as if their mentality was about to collapse, and they wanted to give up the fight and no longer want to fight.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

In my mind, time flows on and on.

"Woo~"

A powerful cultivator suddenly burst into tears: "So many years have passed. My wife, my son, my parents—they've all been dead for so many years. I miss them so much..."

"So many years have passed, and all my beloved ones have passed away, while I am still all alone on this endless road."

"I really miss them..."

"Throughout my life, I have pursued immortality, eternity, invincibility, and the so-called Great Dao. Yet, looking back in astonishment, where is my home? Where are my family? What do I have left?"

"The scenery passing by? Such an ethereal thing is just self-deception."

"Dreams? What are dreams really worth?"

……

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, my heart is filled with fear and anxiety; I weep bitterly, my heart is breaking!

This is Han Xin unleashing a skill formed from a wisp of the Heavenly Emperor's power: Surrounded by Enemies on All Sides. As long as the song continues, it can endlessly lower the enemy's morale, crush their fighting spirit, and weaken their combat power.

"His wife longs for him, yet night after night she waits in the empty room; he is unbearably thirsty, for there is Old Wang next door!"

Han Xin's mournful song was still ringing out, because this Han Xin was not the real Han Xin in history, but a model created by Li Congxin. Therefore, these few lines of Chu song lyrics were also entered into his account by Li Congxin.

"puff……"

A powerful cultivator, whose long-held resentment was stirred up, coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Many years ago, the woman he loved most, who was also his wife, cheated on him with her own eyes, which is why he killed his wife to prove his faith.

Ultimately, he became the master of love.

……

In a battle between the strong, even the slightest lapse in concentration or a fall into despair can be fatal.

boom--!

boom--!

……

In that split second of distraction, under the onslaught of the heroes of China, another hundred powerful cultivators were forcibly killed, their Dao attained, and they perished on the battlefield of the Great Dao, their souls and spirits annihilated.

"hateful!"

"Trying to disrupt my mind and control my emotions? How utterly despicable!"

The warning of death brought the three thousand powerful cultivators back to their senses. They quickly composed themselves, each one so angry they almost slapped themselves on the spot.

"Stay calm."

"Don't listen to that charlatan's songs that mislead the public."

"We are immortal and live forever. We have long since crossed the other shore of our own existence. What wife and children, what foreign lands and mortal worlds, what white-haired old mothers with broken hearts? All that bullshit is bullshit."

Enraged, the powerful cultivators shouted again, "Smash them! Destroy them!"

In an instant, heavenly thunder and earthly fire, and celestial calamities were unleashed, bombarding Li Congxin's side relentlessly in his fierce resistance.

This scene makes it seem as if Li Congxin is the one in charge, while they are proving the Dao and defying the heavens.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Great Battlefield, Yue Fei stood quietly between heaven and earth, watching. He stood in the air, his face filled with tragic grandeur, his whole body radiating an aura of shattered mountains and rivers and overwhelming grief and indignation.

It creates an atmosphere of compassion and anger that permeates the battlefield.