Red Heart Survey

The cloud of Bingsha is a dense and heavy low-hanging sky.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds are bloody steel forests.

Zhongxi, the emperor of the great prison, sits alone in the center of the evil cloud, holding the heaven and the earth prisoner.

The huge army formation was almost a millstone of flesh and blood, twisting slowly on the vast land.

Time and space are mules and horses, and the five elements are fodder.

What is worn away is the Tao, and what is dissipated is the blood.

The strong army of the sea clan died here, just to grind and kill the two peaks!

And in the middle of this huge millstone, there is a peach blossom forest.

Keep the overwhelming soldiers out of the forest, form a world of its own, and build a small pure land.

But now, the peach blossoms have withered and the forests are sparse, and the residual red is all dust.

In the depths of the peach forest, there is a hut turned into a white paper lantern, which reveals its whereabouts.

There are two people in the white paper cage house.

One is blind and crooked, with old hats and tattered clothes. Sitting cross-legged on a candlestick, the spirit of heaven hangs on fire.

One is sitting on a mahogany stool with an elegant posture, the fine clothes on his body are torn in many places, and the charred flesh is faintly visible. His complexion was not very good, but he still couldn't hide his handsomeness.

White candles kept flying out of the white paper cage house, out of the peach grove, and burned the offensive of the soldiers out of the deep pit...but it was too thin to be visible to the naked eye.

Yu Liyang looked melancholy at the outside of the white paper cage house, with a sad temperament: "I don't know the name of this place yet."

Zhu Sui thought for a while: "Zhu Yang Cemetery?"

Yu Liyang said: "You are so funny."

"Really? A long time ago, Emperor Wu also said that about me." Zhu Sui was a little emotional, and said slowly: "In many long nights, I talked to myself and felt that I was a boring person until—— —”

"Stop!" Yu Liyang hurriedly stopped: "Don't worry about the past, old man, I don't want to die yet!"

"You misunderstood." Zhu Sui glanced at him slowly: "I will not die. I still have three night tour gods in Linzi."

Yu Liyang: ...

At this moment, the three night wandering gods summoned by Zhu Sui have all died in battle.

Their value cannot be simply viewed as one true god and two false gods.

Even King Yan Nanqiao could suppress that true night wandering god. The two false gods who wandered in the night, killed Qi Xiaoqian and Ao Huangzhong, and the formation of the Hai Clan's arrogant soldiers was unstable.

And in addition to the existing strength, there is also the possibility of further leaps.

The sixteen night wandering gods determined the limit of mythology. One death and one less, never to be repeated.

At the age of candle, he kept vigil for the Qi State. From the time when Emperor Wu of Qi ruled the country until the time when Qi State achieved hegemony, in this thousand-year history, only ten of his night tour gods died.

In today's battle, three masters died, and the loss was not insignificant.

Moreover, his true self here is also in danger, if the real one is killed by Zhong Xi, the remaining three false gods wandering at night will have no way out.

Of course, compared to Yu Liyang, who lives here, he is indeed able to laugh at fifty steps.

But this is a bit too irritating...

Yu Liyang looked at the candlestick with his eyes, and deliberately kicked the old man off.

But Zhu Sui used his body as wax to burn his way to fend off the enemy, which enabled them to persist for so long, and this kick was really difficult.

However, at the next moment, peach petals fell in front of her eyes.

The waves outside the sea clan's military formation have already passed through the soldiers, and he feels it.

Yu Liyang took the opportunity to kick at the candlestick, kicked out first, and then reminded: "Come down quickly, the reinforcements have arrived!"

But the kick was still empty.

Candle Year has passed out of the white paper cage house and went straight to the sky!

His rickety body straightened at this moment, like an endless ancient mountain range, where dangerous peaks rose steeply!

At this moment, the white flame poured like a waterfall, burning the sky and the earth with cold.

Zhu Sui, who was lit by white flames all over his body, made a backhand move, brought the burning white paper lantern, and faced the prison emperor who was sitting alone in the middle of the evil cloud: "The old man gave you a chance! But you don't seem to Grab it!"

I don't know whether he is mocking Zhongxi or Yu Liyang.

Change comes so fast.

Surrounded by majestic evil clouds, there is a sparse peach blossom forest.

In the peach blossom forest where there are not many peach trees left, there is only a lonely peach blossom fairy left.

The mahogany stool he was sitting on alone did not bring him company, but made the picture more lonely.

Yu Liyang then waved his big sleeves, walked out of the peach forest, and rushed into the army!

In the sea of ​​ferocious and roaring soldiers, step out a quiet flower path.

Although the clothes are torn, the hair on the temples is messy, and the Taoist body is injured...there is still endless romance!

The Peach Blossom Immortal walks on the Shasha, suddenly like a spring breeze, and the falling flowers are colorful.

And if the angle of view is moved to a higher place, above the Great Prison Emperor Zhong Xi, one can see the flesh and blood millstone formed by the entire huge army formation...

Team after team of human monks ran across the vast land of Longyu, like feathered arrows flying off the string, directly hitting this "soldier target"!

And there was a roar like thunder, rolling in the sky, it was Jiang Wang's voice!

He is not afraid of death, and he is the first to charge into the battle, jumping into the sea of ​​flames and sweeping the thunder.

A brave husband is enough to serve as an army.

"Watching people for a long night, are you here?!"

"Peach Blossom Yu Shangqing, are you here?!"

In this Saha Dragon Realm where Zen is hidden, there is a sound of King Kong Lei sounded. Rolling thunder, like a punishment from heaven.

What responded to him was Yu Liyang's chic and unrestrained laugh: "I'm here, just to enjoy the flowers and wait for the wine, so why hurt me!"

It's the roiling and raging waves in the thick clouds of soldiers and evil spirits like the deep sea!

From the huge sea clan army formation, there are also countless tributaries, which are constantly expanding outwards and facing the reinforcements of these human races head-on.

However, there are endless human armies knocking on the door, and there are two extremely strong men inside. How can this formation be accomplished?

Even if Zhongxi had Jiang Mengxiong's military strategy, it would be difficult for him to suppress the army.

Under the golden crown, his young face was not moved, nor did he respond to Zhu Sui's provocation. Still mobilizing the army in an orderly manner, using endless soldiers to block the candle year covered in white flames.

The sea warriors in the army formation all contributed themselves unreservedly at this moment. Give all the power to the Great Prison Emperor who has shouldered the storms of the sea and smashed the eternal dark vortex with his own hands.

Tens of millions of wills will sink the consciousness to the bottom, and there is only one will in the huge army to implement.

Sea Clan fighters continue to die, and Sea Clan fighters continue to fill in.

The entire formation completed a sublime division into two formations, inside and outside. The inner formation suppressed Yu Liyang alone, while the outer formation was like a silver dragon waving its tail, roaring and intercepting the reinforcements from all walks of life of the human race.

It is only a matter of time before the army formation collapses.

But the specific measurement of time is his Zhongxi's problem.

The Saha Dragon Territory is difficult, and the East China Sea Dragon Palace and the Human Race Huai Island will also not be easy.

It's nothing more than who can endure it better, and see who can't survive it first.

He believed that before suffering, the Sea Clan was more tolerant.

without it.

Can the human race know the suffering of the sea? !

At this moment, every inch of urgent time needs to be watered with blood. All fear, pain, and despair need to be endured with tenacity.

Don't retreat even if you die, don't retreat even if you die!

The clash of swords is naturally a sonorous sonata.

On this vast and bloody battlefield, no matter the human race or the sea race, there is not a single soldier who turned his back on the enemy and died!

Looking around, there was no familiar face.

A team or even a team died, leaving one.

The only one left was still charging with red eyes.

The human race and the sea race are fundamentally different, yet they are so the same at this moment.

Rumble!

This sound is thunder.

Boom!

This sound is the violent vibration of the sea clan's army formation, and the majestic evil cloud keeps rolling, and it has reached the verge of collapse!

On the eve of this collapse, there was a dragon roar!

The dragon sings, but the thunder stops.

No, it was the thunder controlled by Jiang Wang who was plundered. The King Kong Leiyin who descended from the heretics was easily accepted, and then swept into a shocking cry!

Taiyong, the emperor of the Dragon Clan, has arrived!

In the Yuheng Xinglou, the Senhai old dragon imprisoned in the stone room was exceptionally quiet. Instead of taking the opportunity to struggle and collide with the seal, he curled up in the corner, his breath quickly constricted, and even his breathing was sealed, almost like a fossil.

And Jiang Wang was still wantonly pulling on the starlight, drawing the power of the old dragon of Senhai mercilessly as usual. He also ignored that today's old dragon just endured in silence, neither cursing nor begging for mercy.

He threw himself into the fight with all his heart, killing the enemy's head and blood. As if this would be worthy of the brothers who followed him to this place and died here before him.

He killed too fast and rushed too far, almost out of touch with most of them.

It was Zhu Biqiong and Zhuo Qingru who each walked aside to fight for him.

When the dragon chanting happened, his descendant King Kong Leiyin lost control in an instant.

His saravaka fairy state was easily shattered!

Fortunately, the unopened view is comfortable in the ear, and the immortal who has not sat in the ear.

The stronger the control over the sound, the more terrifying the backlash he is suffering at this moment. Even if Taiyong didn't target him, he just took over the battlefield by the way as the emperor. But it is also a kind of confrontation!

This is not Xuannan Gong in the world of Shenxiao, only part of the power descended.

Tai Yongdao's body, law and body are one, and what he is showing at this moment is just the pinnacle.

The prestige of the peak is not only spreading, but also falling down the mountain.

Just like a strong wind passing through the border, it does not deliberately target everything in the world, but the tree that stands out will be destroyed.

Jiang Wang's jade-colored ears were cracked with faint gaps. Like two delicate jade objects, they have been cracked and are about to be shattered.

Buzz buzz~!

There is a reverberation like Hong Zhong Da Lu in the ear.

Guanzizier is on! The ear fairy appears!

Jiang Wang's body fell from a high altitude, and he was unable to control himself, because he had exhausted everything to resist the residual sound.

Falling on the battlefield of fierce fighting almost means death.

I don't know how many sea warriors nearby, blasting spells at this side at the same time, in order to let this vicious guy of the tribe die completely.

Zhu Biqiong, who had been paying attention to Jiang Wang, sensed something was wrong immediately, and hugged Jiang Wang in time, stepped on various spells, and spread the phantom of bone wings behind her.

Rusty Bird!

Holding Jiang Wang in this way, he fled away in an instant, while his left hand changed rapidly, using a series of healing techniques to heal Jiang Wang's ears - blood was already winding out of the ear hole.

Zhuo Qingru didn't follow, but he was still far away.

Jiang Wang's cracks in the ears were covered with seals in an instant. But it temporarily sealed the wound to prevent the crack from expanding.

hum! hum! hum!

It was as if someone was beating a big drum in his head, the sound was so chaotic!

In that dazed state, Jiang Wang suddenly remembered the lofty voice he had heard a long time ago, in the illusion of Taixu—【Envoy of Taixu, monk of Taixu Five Elements Dugu Invincible. You have entered Hongmeng space. 】

Vast! grand!

Wonderful, magnificent, and endless.

The voice of the true king, the true words of the Tao.

The inner government cannot hear, but God can speak.

He has already dissected it, realized it long ago, and knows its samadhi.

In the ears that were on the verge of shattering, the faceless ear immortal with fluttering sleeves suddenly stretched out his sword fingers and recited: "My Avalokitesvara, all are at ease!"

That Hong Zhong Da Lu turned into a wind chime, and then dispersed.

The residual sound is all broken.

Jiang Wang suddenly opened his eyes, turned to red gold, escaped from Zhu Biqiong's arms, and once again charged towards the Hai Clan army!

No refund!

He may not be a good commander, not an excellent military strategist, but he is definitely a reliable leader.

Therefore, in this trip, there is no retreat.

All of this sounds grandiose.

But on today's battlefield, even the Duke of Qi and the peerless Tianjiao, there is only a slight ripple.

The one who can really decide the outcome of a war is either a large and powerful army, or an extraordinary one!

Taiyong did not choose to support Longchanling, nor did he care about the emperor Xiyang with the red eyebrows. Instead, he immediately supported Zhongxi, and wanted to forcefully kill Zhusui and Yu Liyang, the two weaklings.

This is undoubtedly the correct strategic choice, especially for the battle situation in the Saha Dragon Domain.

The ten thousand-foot dragon's body moves across the sky like a mountain range, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning are its servants.

He didn't even pay attention to Jiang Wang, let alone the struggle in Jiang Wang's ears.

What he saw was the military formation of the sea clan that was about to collapse, what he saw was the Great Prison Emperor who was struggling to maintain it, what he saw was the candle year that was almost dying, and Yu Liyang who was about to wither the spring.

Just in time!

The golden dragon scales brought out sparkling light.

The golden dragon eyes as big as a house looked majestically at Yu Liyang——

But at this moment, the tide suddenly sounded.

Surging and surging, overwhelming.

If you are outside the sky, it can be close to your ears.

Where is the tide?

No, that's not the sound of the sea.

The tide has come!

Between Taiyong's golden dragon eyes and Yu Liyang who was besieged by the army, there was a red river running across, like a red horse waved by a god.

And at the head of the surging tide of the river of blood, stood a man who was as tall as a mountain.

Wearing a blood-colored robe, he looks like a middle-aged man, and his facial features are still as Jiang Wang saw earlier, very gentle. But the temperament is no longer as elegant as it used to be, and there is more a kind of deep and majestic, more majestic.

Peng Chongjian, a real person who moved mountains!

No, maybe it should be called...

True Monarch Blood River!

Last year, there was an upheaval in Huoshui, Bodhi's evil ancestor was born, and Huo Shi, the former blood river lord, died and disappeared. The Blood River Sect was in turmoil for a while.

Huo Shi and Chongxuanzun wanted to inherit the Dazong, but Chongxuanzun refused again.

So Peng Chongjian took the order in the face of danger, and undisputedly inherited the Zongmen throne.

It's just that Jiang Wang didn't expect it.

In just one year, this real man who moved mountains took that crucial step and successfully climbed to the top!

Is Peng Chongjian too strong, or the Blood River Sect has its own kin?

Of course, these are not important at the moment.

The important thing is that Peng Chongjian came, and the important thing is that Peng Chongjian also participated in this war. What matters is that he stopped Taeyong!

boom!

In the loud noise like the collapse of the sky, the army formed by the strong army of the sea clan finally collapsed!

Above the high dome, Zhu Sui, surrounded by white flames, was already facing Zhong Xi in the golden crown and robe.

On the ground, Yu Liyang, the peerless and elegant, stood upright, but just stretched his sleeves—with him as the center, many sea warriors fell down one after another!