After the global recovery, I traveled through

Scholars all over the world use starlight as ink, and their pens produce flowers.

Literary flowers bloom into four large characters.

Till death.

Although she didn't speak, she looked coldly at the large number of monsters behind Mr. Peacock, and slightly curled her lips downwards.

This glance was murderous.

…

Zhang Jiren also faintly heard the singing. He didn't recognize what the song was at first, but later he did and felt that the song had a bad meaning.

——National mourning.

Maybe, everyone has a death wish.

Yes, he was not the only one who dared to say that he would die for Da Chu.

He thought again of the dead Mr. Wei Xiaohou.

Zhang Jiren is the eldest son of Prince Lang and has a good relationship with the Wei and Chen families.

Mr. Wei Xiaohou is an overly simple and kind-hearted child, younger than him and the Chen family's sister. Some time before he was killed by the monster, he said: "I heard that my ancestor was actually not very talkative in the army. It was King Lang who took a fancy to his ability. King Lang was General Langya at the time and was worried The ancestors were wronged and buried in the army.”

"Later, Emperor Yuan failed to come to court, and the imperial adviser controlled the government. Neither King Lang nor his ancestors were granted the title of Jin, so King Lang made a decisive decision and attacked Luoshui City."

"King Lang said: 'Forget it, you have a bad character and can't stand out with your abilities. Then I will become bigger and I will promote you.' Then one king and one marquis." Mr. Wei Xiaohou pursed his lips and smiled. , imitating the tone perfectly, "Zhang and Chen have in-laws, and so do Wei and Zhang."

At that time, Chen Jueying was practicing calligraphy and said calmly: "These words would be particularly touching if they were said by two low-status soldiers who were suppressed by their superiors. They supported them all the way and climbed higher."

"But." She smiled softly, "We can do it too."

Mr. Wei Xiaohou seemed to understand, and gave Zhang Jiren a very good look.

Zhang Jiren was stunned for a moment and then responded: "I... will take care of you."

Four hundred years have passed, and the heroes who once founded the country are no longer what they used to be. The Wei family let a young and kind-hearted child like Mr. Wei Xiaohou inherit the throne, but they just had no choice.

Zhang Jiren could never forget the death of Mr. Wei when he arrived at the Hou Mansion, nor could he forget that his hand trembled and his halberd fell to the ground weakly.

He is just the deputy of the stars...

But so what, he gritted his teeth. What he was going to face was just a little dragon king.

Either die, or the stars come to earth and live.

He Zhang Jiren will definitely be able to achieve stardom——

Before such thoughts could completely pass through his mind, several rays of light came towards him.

He held the halberd and barely blocked it. When he looked up, his heart sank.

After agreeing to one-on-one, the monster clan shamelessly sent other monsters.

"Little Dragon King treats you, let us deal with the one behind you - Xiling~"

Zhang Ji was in the west, and behind him was Xiling, the hometown of his ancestors and Lord Wei.

As a descendant of famous generals, he had thought about this scenario many times.

He has one person, one halberd, and one man to guard the barrier. He can't stop ten thousand people. He will bleed every drop of blood, and every drop of blood will penetrate the heads of at least ten enemy soldiers.

He murmured to himself: "I'm not afraid, I'm not even afraid of death."

He said harsh words: "Haven't you heard that thousands of troops must avoid greedy wolves?"

…

"Greedy Wolf, don't be afraid to fight with a small number against a large number."

King Peng laughed, and the Nine Thousand Miles Wind Peng was in full swing.

Countless monsters fell from his cloud-covered wings and rushed to various battlefields.

He glanced down slightly and saw the sleeping giant snake surrounded by the Dragon King in the Dragon Palace. He smiled and said, "Good nephew, it's time to wake up."

On the opposite side, Bu Guozi stepped out, wearing a jade crown on his head, winding his fingers with a fly whisk, and his immortal power turned into a clear light.

"You overspent your limited life and obtained the power of the gods. Why don't you care about the secret treasures in the sea of ​​monsters? Don't you wait until your junior brother returns?"

Bu Guozi replied: "With Da Chu's current appearance, I don't even have the face to see my junior brother, let alone tell him what is in the demon sea... Da Chu's demon disaster, I, Bu Guozi, can't let the world think that I am a bit of an immortal. It’s no use.”

"Prince Peng, I'll trade my life for yours. I think it's not a loss."

The battle lasted for more than five days.

On the sixth day, a dragon flew out of the Dragon Palace.

With black scales and golden eyes, he is only one step away from becoming a true dragon.

The author has something to say: The fruit of divination will not be lost if you force it.

Preview: Five battlefields, Lin Xingtao divided into five equal parts, funny.

Chapter 185 Shinto Merits (43)

Jiao, a genus of dragon. There are three thousand six hundred fish in the pond, and the dragon comes to grow it. It can lead the fish to fly into the water, and the dragon disappears.

——"Shuowen"

In the Dragon Palace, the giant snake's huge body lengthened inch by inch, and its four giant claws supporting the ground made a rattling sound, gradually shrinking around its abdomen.

The scales around the pupils are fine and smooth, and the golden pupils that dance like candlelight are reflected in the pitch black.

Seeing the pure golden vertical pupils of the black dragon, Bailong felt relieved and said: "If you want to do something that goes against the divine way, use the power of merit to offset it, so that you will not fall into the wrong path."

The black dragon lowered his head, and the two dragon horns brushed against each other.

The black dragon's horns did not branch out like deer antlers, but one pointed straight back, pointing straight to the sky with its lowered head, looking unspeakable.

Suddenly, the black dragon knocked away the white dragon and surged up.

Breaking through the Dragon Palace, breaking through the clouds, looking down at the world.

The cold golden eyes reflected the battlefields everywhere.

Except for the place in the south where the literary star shines brightly, the demon clan has the upper hand in the other areas.

The war between humans and monsters that lasted for five days has not yet affected the civilian cities in the rear, but if it is delayed for a few days, the human race will be powerless to save the situation.

A relaxed laugh came from the black dragon: "But nephew Zhao Lue has woken up?"

King Peng smiled deeply: "Look at the lotus girls you raised. Uncle, I really don't know whether to reward them or punish them."

Lin Xingtao followed his words.

For five days, one person guarded a city.

But in front of this person, there were corpses of monsters.

It was not that the human race was stupid and did not expect the monsters to not abide by the agreement, but King Peng created a ban, and all the Xiling Iron Cavalry were in the city.

Zhang Jiren was miserable, but not to the point of death.

Because in front of him, there were thirty lotus girls.

"Anyone who dares to take a step will die!" The lotus girls shouted sternly, the silk threads between their wrists were tight, and a string of dirty blood beads trembled and dripped.

Blood condensed on the white wrists.

The snow-white skirts once again burned with flames, but not so completely. Pieces of red lotus petals fell, revealing their red and white legs.

Dinglingling.

Before the word "death" fell, a sound came from a silk thread.

The nearest lotus girl condensed her eyes and threw the lotus in her hand. The sharp lotus petals instantly slid across the silk thread wet with blood and passed through the head of a monster.

The lotus girl took a step, danced, and exchanged positions.

The head with a blood hole then hit the other heads.

Dong, they collided, and the silk thread sank.

"How many have you killed this day?" A lotus girl asked tiredly.

"It should be over a hundred... Finally got some time, finally, they slowed down."

The monsters on the opposite side looked at the countless heads attached to one end of the silk thread and the block-like corpses in the middle of the silk thread, and their faces changed suddenly.

"This kid is about to die, and I am about to kill him! The true king position promised by King Peng is mine! It was almost mine!"

"As a kind of people, you want to protect a human?!"

"Are you betraying your clan?!"

The chirping and scolding voices made the lotus girls furious.

They moved their wrists in unison, hooking the loudest and foulest monster to their side, and the silk thread was spinning.

However, after a day and a night of fighting, their hands were finally dull.

They were not powerful monsters, and the number of thirty was not an advantage, so they could only take turns to protect the human lying on the ground in the middle.

In fact, they had already arrived at the western battlefield on the second day. At that time, the prince of Chulang, Zhang Jiren, was shouting that one person would defend a city, and he was already blood-thirsty.

They helped in secret, allowing Zhang Jiren to kill a monster every ten steps.

But on the fifth night, a little monster king rushed over, and the lotus girls were unable to stop him. Zhang Jiren lost a leg and an arm.

At this time, it was too obvious that the lotus girls wanted to help secretly again.

After some thought, they simply gave up the dark and joined the light. ⌒思⌒Rabbit⌒网⌒

But before they could say anything, they were caught in a fight.

"The Peng King ordered us to attack the city. The first one to enter the city will become the true king!" The monsters shouted this sentence, cheering and rubbing their hands.

No matter what they shouted, the monsters didn't listen at all. They had to kill them first to wake them up.

Now, the monsters delayed their attack a little, and they were at the end of their strength.

The leading lotus girl took a deep breath and shouted: "Don't you know whose battlefield is in the west!"

"Young Master said he would conquer the west by himself. Whose orders did you follow to steal Young Master's credit!"

"Young Master's words are golden. You want to break his rules and lose his face - shouldn't you die to apologize?"

A ignorant guy who had just awakened his wisdom said impatiently: "What Young Master? Lotus has no demon king."

It was originally a ridiculous remark, but the demons with bloodshot eyes and fully aroused demonic nature were stunned for a moment, and many of them laughed wildly and rushed forward.

"Don't listen to their nonsense! They want to steal the credit! Can't you see that they have no demon power anymore!"

All the crisscrossing silk threads were knocked away by the ferocious monsters.

All the lotus girls suddenly bowed down.

The monsters laughed: "Are you begging for mercy?"

"Welcome, young master." They lifted their blood-soaked skirts slightly and squeezed out a trickle of blood.

A steady and powerful footstep splashed a pool of blood and came slowly.

The dusk was heavy, the mountains were setting, and before the footsteps, there was a long and fierce figure stretched out under the long smoke and setting sun.

"They didn't betray the monster clan, but you betrayed me."

With just one sentence, he had walked to the range that Zhang Jiren could see.

Zhang Jiren half-opened his bleeding eyes and saw a black-clothed young man about 25 or 26 years old walking over and stopping not far in front of him.

Through the white calves of the lotus girls that were wiped clean, you can see that the young man's boots are spotless.

The lotus girls laughed, as if they didn't have to worry about anything.

There was no banging sound. Behind the young man, the monsters that had been threatening before all lowered their bodies respectfully and fearfully.

Lower, lower, lower.

In the purple sunset, they knelt in the sea of ​​blood one by one, becoming cold and hard corpses that could hardly float in the sea of ​​blood.

Dead.

The remaining monsters wanted to shout something to beg for mercy, but a bloody storm floated in the air.

They were dead too.

"Falling Star Lake, Little Dragon King, Zhao Lue."

Zhang Jiren tried to sit up, limping on one foot, and his voice was hoarse: "Xiling, the prince of Chu Lang, Zhang Jiren."

Zhang Jiren looked at the little dragon king, but saw something in the little dragon king's hand.

"You know it, ah, you should know it too, this is..." The little dragon king smiled.

"The sky-breaking halberd." Zhang Jiren's throat trembled, and he vomited blood.

He wanted to vomit blood, but he swallowed it hard, his face turned red and white, and a little blue.

The little dragon king-Lin Xingtao swept the blood splashed on his boots and didn't care.

He smiled and asked a question: "How does the blood taste?"

Without waiting for Zhang Jiren to answer, he looked behind Zhang Jiren and said: "Your star power is exhausted, and one leg and one arm are disabled. How can you fight me?"

Zhang Jiren said hatefully: "Fight with your life."

"There." Lin Xingtao raised the sky-breaking halberd and pointed, "Is that your home? Is it the Langwang Mansion? You are the prince of Langwang, where is Langwang?"

"You