Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

In the sky, similar to the respectful expressions of many of the Spirit-Suppressing Army, the face of Dazhu Kingdom at this moment can be said to be extremely dark. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it is originally dark.

"Who are you……"

Dazhuguo tried his best to keep his inner calm, but his eyes were fixed on Tang Tianjun, because he could clearly feel a sense of life and death crisis surrounding him.

However, Tang Tianjun did not respond. He just looked at the extremely weak Zhenling Army below. When he saw Zhao Wenlong, who was covered in blood and in extremely embarrassed state, his face suddenly sank.

I thought it was just a simple mutation in the Ming Ruins, which Zhao Wenlong and the many Zhenling Army stationed there should be able to solve, but I didn't expect the situation to develop so seriously.

After a long time, he turned his gaze and looked at the instigator An Qingzhi not far away. His eyes were slightly angry and he asked in a majestic and majestic voice.

"What did you do?"

The sound covered the entire battlefield, mixed with an unquestionable sense of oppression. Everyone's hearts couldn't help but stagnate, and they all looked along the sound.

The moment he heard the sound, An Qingzhi's hair stood on end, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his body couldn't stop trembling slightly. He felt as if he was being locked by some wild beast, and it was hard to resist. Even the calm expression on his face was changing all the time. The moment was filled with fear.

He glared fiercely, shouted loudly, and unleashed all his energy with astonishing power.

Just when everyone thought he was going to burn the boat.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, he pushed away Niu Tingjie and another general in front of him, and immediately turned into a stream of light and ran away into the distance, as fast as lightning, without a trace of hesitation, leaving only the frightened Niu Tingjie. Two people.

"snort!"

Seeing this, Tang Tianjun snorted coldly.

Escape? That means admitting it, and if it is admitted, there is naturally nothing to explain.

He drew the sword from his waist.

There was a loud clear sound, and the Tiangang sword was unsheathed.

Under the cold moonlight, the bright white moonlight was reflected, without brilliance or vision, just like an extremely ordinary knife.

Raising the sword to reflect the moonlight, the light overflows the Nagano.

Immediately, he raised the Tiangang Sword and slashed with it. The blade sliced ​​through the air, causing the wind to roar.

The wind does not dance, the clouds do not move, and people are speechless. The wind and waves were calm, the clouds were clear and the wind was gentle, everyone looked up.

In the quiet night, there were faint "tearing, tearing" tearing sounds. The sound was very small, but it could be clearly heard in everyone's ears.

When everyone was confused, they saw a white light that was several miles long appearing in the sky as vast as an abyss, and it was still expanding rapidly.

Five miles, ten miles, twenty miles...

In just a few breaths, the white light reached a hundred miles away, and a violent hurricane surged in, growing without roots and disappearing everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, a huge roar sounded in the void, wind surged, and ghosts cried and howled, just like thousands of evil ghosts wailing in unison, which made people shudder.

In everyone's shocked eyes, the hundred-mile ray of light moved. It could also be said that the sky that shrouded everyone's heads... moved...

The void shook. Whether it was the earth under your feet, the sky above your head, or the space in front of you, they were all trembling and twisting violently, as if they were being squeezed by something, and they let out bursts of mournful screams...

Zhao Wenlong's pupils trembled with fear, his mouth opened wide unknowingly, and he stared blankly at the changes around him. Suddenly, a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and a terrible thought arose in his mind.

This Nether Ruins...isn't going to collapse...

Just like the outside environment, Mingxu is also an independent small world and a different space. It is a country that only belongs to the undead and ghosts.

When this country is subjected to a force that exceeds the limit it can bear, it will be a devastating blow to the world, and it is not impossible to collapse directly.

And under the overturned nest, are there any intact eggs?

Once the ruins collapse, the impact on the creatures inside will be unimaginable.

"Chief!"

He quickly shouted a reminder.

Hearing Zhao Wenlong's voice, Tang Tianjun also realized this. This was a medium-sized Ming Ruins. Even if it was very close to a large Ming Ruins, it was not. Naturally, it could not be compared with the Ming Ruins he had guarded before.

Thinking of this, he quickly withdrew his strength, but even so, this powerful force was enough to shake the world.

The next moment, divine punishment fell.

The thunder exploded, slashing the sky, carrying the general trend of heaven and earth, and falling on the earth with supreme power.

"boom!"

The huge roar shattered the eardrums, the blazing white light pierced the eyes, and the turbulent air waves rushed towards him.

In an instant, all five senses were lost and everything was extinct.

Countless black shadows didn't even have a chance to scream. They turned into ashes like ants and died in the void. After Niu Tingjie and another person screamed, they also turned into black smoke under this terrifying blow. Dissipated, not even the origin was left behind.

An Qingzhi looked up at the light curtain close to his head, bloodshot eyes rising, he roared in despair, completely lost his mind, and broke through Huiyue in one fell swoop.

His body skyrocketed a hundred meters, he raised the black gold halberd like a giant, and gathered all his strength to stab it out.

"Click... click..."

The moment the two came into contact, the halberd shattered into pieces and turned into black energy that was completely purified by the light, and his body completely disappeared after an explosion.

The light dissipated, but the afterglow remained.

On the vast land, an abyss canyon that is hundreds of miles long stands in front of everyone's eyes.

They looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces were even more exciting than winning five million. They raised their heads and looked longingly at the god-like figure.

At this moment, a black soul source appeared on Tang Tianjun's hand. It was at an epic level, very close to the peak of the epic. After careful inspection, it was evident that it belonged to the dead An Qingzhi.

Tang Tianjun turned his head and looked at Dazhuguo with a calm expression, sighed and said.

"The Western Wei Dynasty, the Eight Pillar States, Yu Jing."

"You shouldn't have taken action..."

Yu Jing felt his heart tremble, and he came back to his senses in horror, staring at Tang Tianjun, trying to see clearly his state. However, no matter how he looked at it, he could never see through it. The only thing he knew was that if this person wanted to kill him, he would not be able to run away.

After reading this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Can you tell me your name?"

After a pause, he removed his cover and revealed his true face. It was a face full of vicissitudes of life, and one could tell at a glance that he was a man with a story. His eyes were no longer deep, revealing endless turbidity, and the roots of his hair were The roots are gray and white, just like an old man in his twilight years. If you didn't say it, you might not have thought that this old man was the famous Dazhu Kingdom of the Western Wei Dynasty.

He opened his mouth and said, "I have been a soldier all my life, and I don't want to die without knowing..."

The air was silent for a moment.

After a long time, Tang Tianjun slowly spoke, "Shenxia Alliance, commander-in-chief of Shendu, Tang Tianjun."

Yu Jing suddenly smiled and closed his eyes little by little, waiting for his ending.

Tang Tianjun raised the Tiangang Sword. The blade shone brightly in the moonlight, but it did not fall down.

And he was really hesitant.

Yu Jing, Dazhu State of the Western Wei Dynasty.

He was born in troubled times, made many military exploits, and became one of the Eight Pillar Countries, leaving a mark in history. Although the two men were in different camps, it was undeniable that Yu Jing was indeed a person worthy of respect.

"Tang Tianjun! I've been waiting for you!"

At this moment, a crazy shout suddenly sounded in the void, and the leader of the cottage appeared in a flash.

Touching the scar on his face, he only felt a vague pain in the wound, and he said with a ferocious expression.

"Tang Tianjun, do you still remember this scar?"

Tang Tianjun only felt that the leader of the cottage was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

Seeing Tang Tianjun's confused expression, the village leader's heart froze.

He doesn't remember himself?

He actually doesn't remember himself!

So what have you been thinking about for so many years?

imaginary enemy? Being sentimental?

Endless humiliation surged up, and he roared madly. His own realm also appeared at this moment. The epic level of the Holy Star peak was not far behind An Qingzhi.

"Thank you for your gift ten years ago! It's been ten years. Do you know how I have spent these ten years!"

Ten years ago?

Tang Tianjun was thoughtful.

He awakened his heroic soul relatively late. He had just entered the Holy Star ten years ago and had experienced countless underworld ruins. As for how many, he didn't remember. As for this kind of role, he couldn't remember it, and there was no need to remember it.

"go to hell!"

The man couldn't bear it anymore, he roared, drew his sword and charged towards Tang Tian's army.

Seeing this, Tang Tianjun also flew forward and started fighting with him. You came and I went back and forth with ease...

On the side, Yu Jing was stunned for a moment, looking at Tang Tianjun's majestic figure, his expression was moved, he raised an arc, and murmured, "Shenxia Alliance...Tang Tianjun..."

No longer hesitating, he turned into a stream of light and fled to the depths of the Ming Ruins. No one knew where he would flee.

Glancing at the figure, Tang Tianjun sighed.

Thousands of years have brought great changes to the world, but for some people, it is just a matter of closing their eyes and opening them again.

The past is irreversible.

The same applies to people and things. Right and wrong cannot be measured, so let’s use time to test it...

Of course, justice also needs to be reserved for some worthy people. As for those who are not worthy,

Then... destroy it...

He came back to his senses, swung out his sword, and silenced the space, and the supreme power swept away.

"How, how is it possible!"

The leader of the cottage screamed, and his body couldn't stop shaking violently, unable to resist at all.

I'm the clown myself?

The next moment, the knife fell.

His body exploded instantly, and his unwillingness and humiliation turned into black energy and dissipated in the wind...