Projection of the Heavens

"what!"

Zhang Guifang roared, and the long sword slashed horizontally, and a wild and ferocious aura burst out.

Immediately, the whole person retreated violently in the sword energy that was like a falling galaxy, pierced through the sky like a meteor, and fell into the ruins of the earth.

Boom!

The earth and the void shook together, and endless earth and rocks rose into the sky, spreading like a mushroom cloud, and the dust covered the sky and the sun.

"puff!"

Countless big merchant soldiers were attacked, they all vomited blood, fell down like rain, and I don't know how many shattered, and the blood bloomed in the sky like fireworks.

The army formation blesses the general, walking, sitting and lying upright like a person, and every move can be blessed with supreme blessing. On the contrary, if the general is killed, there will also be a huge backlash.

For a time, I don't know how many soldiers fell, and the blood rain almost dyed the circulating sea red.

"General Zhang!"

"General Zhang!"

"General!"

In the barracks of the big merchants, many generals changed their colors.

Wen Zhong couldn't help shaking his hair.

"Dare thieves!"

"Come on!"

"Damn it!"

At the same time, several generals who were fighting for Zhang Guifang let out a roar, and they all shot.

Zhang Guifang was defeated so fast and so fast that they were too late to respond.

"It's just a turkey!"

Yuwen Mu snorted coldly, and the Three Realms Tongtian Sword above the soaring sky fell down again.

In the blink of an eye, several generals who took action will be killed one by one!

"The traitor is dead!"

In Wen Zhong's army, it was boiling against the sky, and countless generals roared at him, stirring up the raging blood of a billion immortals, burning the mountains and boiling the sea!

"Does the old man want to bully the less with more?"

At the foot of Tianqi Mountain, Yang An let out a long laugh, and the hundreds of millions of troops roared in unison.

The military forces of the two sides collided in the void in an instant, and the void seemed to be burning.

"Humph!"

Yuwen Mu snorted coldly and raised the blood-stained Three Realms Tongtian Sword.

Hong Yi restarted the Yangshen time and space thousands of times. He has experienced countless reincarnations, and has long been infinitely close to the realm of Daluo. He has also experienced the realm of Tianjun in the gate of eternal life.

At this moment, when he has a thirteenth-order cultivation base, he can perform almost perfectly.

In the big business army, except for Wen Zhong, he is not afraid!

If he hadn't been afraid of the masters of the Three Sects after Dashang and the orders of Yang An, he would even dare to attack Dashang's army at this time!

"Kill! Good opportunity, kill one is enough, kill two to earn one!"

"kill!"

"The battlefield is really the best killing field!"

On the battlefield, many players who had joined the Xiqi Pioneer Army were slaughtering and killing people.

And in places no one saw, Zhang Guifang, and even the streamer of countless soldiers who died on the battlefield.

Silently integrated into the heaven and earth.

Not only Zhang Guifang, but even the soldiers among them are all broken Dao Yun captured by the Great Desolate Heaven and Earth from the heavens!

In the merchant camp, many generals looked furious.

Jiang Ziya, who hasn't said a word since entering the barracks, has a solemn expression: "That sword... has a taste of uncle."

"It's no wonder that Zhang Guifang's supernatural powers can't shake that person's soul."

Shen Gongbao's expression was also a little bad, and that sword was really fierce.

A person who can command such a fierce sword is no longer comparable to the worldly people.

"Killing Zhang Guifang with one sword! Tsk tsk, this Xiqi is really weird! If that person wants to evolve into the prehistoric world, there is no such person as Yuwenmu in the time and space we have experienced!"

Nezha squeezed the Qiankun circle and whispered: "Second brother, do you still remember the ride we met when we were passing by the feudal kingdom called "Li" when you were chasing and killing the fake body. Is it the Ang Zang Dahan of the Iron-eating Beast? It doesn't seem to be the existence of this time and space!"

"It's just specious, Tai Yiji has long since died..."

Yang Jian responded lightly:

"How much more than one or two people? At the end of Taiyi, when the gods were conferred, there were no more than eight hundred lords of great merchants. In this space and time, there are more than eight hundred, and eight thousand are probably all! Ye, Qing, Dugu, Zhan, Sheng, Ant , Li, Heng, Ji... and other vassal states, I'm afraid it's also a variable."

Tai Yi Ji no longer exists!

Yang Jian knew this.

Even if the Martial Ancestor defeated the Demon Emperor and knew the traces of Tai Yi Ji from his heels, it was impossible to perfectly reproduce the former Tai Yi Ji.

At least, it is impossible to reproduce the Taiyi flood.

Plausibility is inevitable.

As for the variables in it, I don't know if there are other foreign guests.

It is far more than just the two of them who are eyeing Honghuang.

"Old man Wen Zhong, how dare you fight me!"

The sound waves echoed in the sky like thunderstorms, and Yuwenmu was still inviting battle.

"Children's bullying is too much!"

Wen Zhong's face was gloomy, and his hair and beard were all stretched out.

All the generals were blushing, and they were about to rush out roaring.

"Stop arguing!"

In the central army tent, Wen Zhong's face was ashen, and he let out a low voice to stop the roars of many generals.

There are too many changes in Xiqi.

Not only that mysterious head coach, but this vanguard officer is so tyrannical, and I don't know how many masters are hidden in it.

When the enemy is unknown, it is taboo to march.

There are too many oddities in this Xiqi, and it is definitely not the right time to fight at this time.

Only by trying to find out the truth can we start a decisive battle.

"Master, I..."

At this moment, Shen Gongbao's eyes lit up and said.

"To shut up!"

Wen Zhong's face darkened, and he waved his hand to stop Shen Gongbao.

This **** went out several times to ask for reinforcements, but he was unharmed, and many fellow Daoists were killed.

If it wasn't for knowing that he was a second-generation disciple of Yuxu, he would have killed him with one palm.

"I......"

Shen Gongbao's complexion suddenly turned red, and he was speechless, but furious anger appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Seeing Nezha was funny.

"Did Ziya teach me?"

Wen Zhong's chest heaved and he looked at Jiang Ziya, the only second-generation disciple in the army besides Shen Gongbao.

"The teacher's words are too heavy."

Jiang Ziya retracted his thoughts, swept through the generals in the account one by one, and landed on Yang Jian: "I heard that Yang Jian's nephew has obtained the true biography of Yu Ding, which is mysterious and changeless, and may be able to kill thieves."

Among the three generations of Yuxu's disciples, Yang Jian is the most tyrannical.

From Jiang Ziya's point of view, at this time in the barracks, only Yang Jian can beat that person.

"Returning to Shishu, although the second brother is strong in Xuangong, the thief divine sword seems to have a bit of temperament of Tongtian Shishu. If the second brother goes to battle, I am afraid that he will not be able to win."

Before Yang Jian could speak, Nezha jumped up.

The two of them came here not to play with these people.

If Yang Jian played and defeated Na Yuwenmu, he would not know who would jump out of Na Xiqi after that.

After several times, I am afraid that I will not be able to get out easily.

"This......."

Jiang Ziya hesitated slightly, but he couldn't say that Yang Jian had to fight.

"Uncle Shi has an order, and Yang Jian should obey."

At this time, Yang Jian got up, and under Nezha's surprised expression, he should be assigned this errand.

Nezha was about to speak, but suddenly he felt an indescribable drop in his eyes, and he immediately stopped.

No matter what kind of world, what kind of time and space, those Taoist incarnations will inevitably occupy the highest realm, and their strength will inevitably be invincible, infinitely close to the ceiling.

Looking at this world, it is at least the cultivation of Hunyuan.

If he speaks again, he will reveal his flaws.

"Okay! With Yuxu's expert shot, this battle must be won!"

Without waiting for Jiang Ziya to speak, Wen Zhong had already opened his mouth to answer and issued the military order.

"I am waiting for people outside the party, but I don't have to lead troops."

Yang Jian declined Wen Zhong's request to send troops, and with a three-pointed, two-edged sword in hand, stepped out of the central army to face Yuwenmu. .

He didn't want to fight, and following the general trend of the world was just to find the traces of the Martial Ancestor and complete the entrustment of the Great Antarctic Emperor.

But the eyes of those few fell, and he had to fight.

Because, as early as the age of Taiyi, he was already a Daluo series, and it was unreasonable to avoid war.

Once exposed, even if the ancestors in this world are only the imprint of Dao Yun, he is by no means an opponent.

However, to play, you don't have to win...

"Yang Jian......."

Thirty-three days ago, in Yu Yutian, the Sect Master of Shangqing withdrew his gaze, thoughtful.

"True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao......"

Looking at Yang Jian in the battlefield, wearing a fan cloud crown, wearing a hydration suit, a silk sash around his waist, wearing hemp shoes, and holding a three-pointed two-edged sword, the fist master brows slightly.

This Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch became Dao a long time ago, and at the end of Taiyi, he was already a great Luo Jinshu.

If it weren't for his obsession, I'm afraid that the proving Dao Hunyuan would still be ahead of him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this time, seeing that the battle between the two was indistinguishable, a smile appeared on the corner of the fist master's mouth.

"Does fellow Daoist Yue also recognize my nephew?"

The Sect Master of the Qing Dynasty asked.

"Great Heavenly Venerate's nephew, how come I don't know?"

The boxing master smiled slightly.

The Great Heavenly Venerate was born before Taiyi, but he was not outstanding at first, and even the first Heavenly Emperor was not him.

However, after one after another, Tai Yi abdicated, and after the demon clan, the witch clan, and the three emperors withdrew from the stage one after another.

The Great Heavenly Venerate, who has returned after thousands of calamities, has made many people look at him with admiration.

Under the real avenue, the first person.

"Nie Yuan, Nie Yuan. This cause and effect can't be done, and the Dao is hopeless after all. It's a pity this peerless talent."

The Sect Master of Shangqing sighed.

Immediately, the boy was called, and he ordered him to ring the golden bell outside Yu Yutian, and ordered him to intercept the disciples.

"Master passed down the will to help business and destroy Zhou..."

"Master's will?"

"Exterminate Xiqi?"

The sound of the bell echoed in the great thousand, and spread into the immortal mountain dimension everywhere, awakening a group of disciples who were in seclusion and ascetic cultivation.

Almost at the same time, in the clear sky, a three-color pattern intertwined, and the beautiful jade Ruyi fell, and the rays of light shone on billions of mountains and rivers, in infinite dimensions.

It recalled many dimensions, the twelve golden immortals who traveled in the universe.

In the bitter cold land of the West, the old monk with a dry and yellow face also sighed lightly, took out his demon-destroying pestle, moved out and sat down on a twelve-grade white lotus, and broke the eight treasures from the merit pool in front of him and gave them to the disciples.

Send them to the great merchants.

And as the disciple went down the mountain, alone, the old monk's face was even more bitter, and Huang Lian was ordinary:

"Amitabha......"

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