The Demon Lord has too many aliases

The war has begun! Arrows flying all over the sky were like huge dark clouds covering the sky, falling on the battlefield. Sometimes they were lit with flames and turned into pieces of flaming clouds falling from the sky.

The flickering formation aura on the city wall dimmed little by little amid countless attacks.

From the ground, to the top of the city, and then to mid-air, the shackle mirror, the insight realm, and even the great masters of the Dao realm were all involved in this war, fighting from the ground to the sky.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and fire rained everywhere. The scene was extremely shocking and cruel.

The mid-air was completely filled with the Grand Master's battlefield. Only Chu Wushuang and "Jiang Xuan" remained motionless.

Chu Wushuang is the commander-in-chief of the Qi State. He wants to command the military formation and use his powerful spiritual consciousness to unify all the soldiers and command them like an arm. The purpose of "Jiang Xuan" not moving is simple. He wants to supervise the restless demon masters. Grandmaster, lest they run away from the battlefield or become ineffective at work.

"Hey!" While commanding the military formation to swallow up a lone enemy army that had penetrated deeply, Chu Wushuang's consciousness spread across the entire battlefield, and he was not idle, "I heard Yan Weilou say before that opening the vast sea Ling requires spirit stones, demon souls or human luck.

The longer we maintain the passage, the more we need..." If we want to supply all the people of Qingyang Mansion.

Maybe we can do it only by taking some time out of Qi's human luck.

"You think, if we can defeat the coalition forces of the three dynasties, get some benefits from them, or directly annex a country in the future, will it be enough to open a channel and move the entire Qingyang Mansion here?" He said The tone of the story was as if they were not in a weak position and being attacked, but were actually attacking the city.

There is simply an inexplicable confidence.

However, "Jiang Xuan" actually nodded seriously and said seriously: "It should be no problem. There is no need to conquer a country. It would be enough to capture a state in Dayong, a county in Dongli, or even a large clan in the Northern Desert." .

" Just looking at the two men's calm and calm manner, talking and laughing freely, I am afraid that uninformed people may have thought that they had the upper hand and that the enemy was dying, and "the boats and oars were wiped out with a wave of their hands."

However, the situation at this time is exactly the opposite.

It is simply a joke that one state of Qi, with tens of thousands of troops and horses and three thousand mysterious armors, can compete with millions of troops from three dynasties.

The ability to hold on depends solely on the strength of the city and the bravery of the army without fear of death.

Blood rained down, fire filled the sky, black waves collided together, wailing, screaming, fighting, roaring, all the sounds were drowned in the battlefield.

"Huh..." As time passed, the look on Chu Wushuang's face gradually became serious. After working with the entire army for a long time, his consciousness was also exhausted.

From night to day, day to night, the moonlight fell on the ground and turned into blood.

"What's the situation at Yan Weilou? Can you contact him?" Chu Wushuang stared at "Jiang Xuan" and spoke hoarsely.

"I don't believe that he will always be hiding, or that he will be defeated so easily... You must have some plan, right?" "Jiang Xuan" looked at him intently and only uttered one word: "Yes.

Chu Wushuang frowned: "What?" You don't believe me? "Jiang Xuan" answered him with silence.

Chu Wushuang was angry at first, then forced himself to calm down, and analyzed in a soliloquy: "I come from the secret realm of the vast sea, and have no connection with other forces in the vast land of China. Logically speaking, I should be the most trustworthy. Why is Yan Weilou But he didn't tell me the plan in advance..." "Because of Bai Emperor.

"Jiang Xuan" suddenly said, "The master of Zhitian Pavilion is Bai Di."

"——He has already guessed a lot of things from the scenes he saw in the Forbidden Land.

"How is it possible! Bai Di is still alive..." Chu Wushuang was shocked and almost stunned by the news, "And he is still in the vast land of China?" After being surprised, he noticed the scrutinizing look of "Jiang Xuan" again, He quickly waved his hands and said, "Don't worry, I'm not a fanatical believer of Bai Emperor.

At least, if I had to choose between my people and the White Emperor, I would never choose him.

So don't worry about me leaking secrets.

"You won't choose him, so what about Three Thousand Mysterious Armors?" You wouldn’t leak something intentionally, but what about unconsciously? "... Bai Di has been operating in the Vast Sea Secret Realm for thousands of years, and has even done things like erecting temple statues. Who knows if the natives of the Vast Sea Secret Realm have any mysterious connection with each other? Chu Wushuang slightly Silent, difficult to answer.

He finally understood why "Jiang Xuan" was mysterious and unwilling to tell him his plan.

“Okay, I won’t ask, and you don’t need to tell.

Just tell me what to do when the time comes.

” In fact, he knew very well who the death warrant from Zhitian Pavilion was aimed at.

It is not important to kill the demonic forces. What is important is to get rid of Yan Weilou.

The victory or defeat of this battlefield, the lives and deaths of so many people, may not be important at all in the eyes of those heavenly saints. As long as it can involve a little bit of Yan Weilou's mind and cause him a little more trouble, he will not be able to hide in peace. Improving your strength is enough.

——The final decision should be the confrontation on another battlefield.

In other words, the battle between heaven and man.

Chapter 149: Bu Tianyi (4) While the border of Yunzhou was caught in the flames of war, another battle was going on on another battlefield an unknown number of miles away.

High and far in the sky, there were several figures flying by.

They stepped on the wind and bathed in the starlight. Every breath they exuded was extremely amazing. Just a casual attack could blast a passage of hundreds of meters through the clouds, which was terrifying.

In a short moment, these figures exchanged countless moves, and the strange phenomena of heaven and earth changed accordingly.

Sometimes the sun was shining brightly, and sometimes the sky was covered with ice and snow, and frost covered thousands of miles... This was the power controlled by the gods.

The sky was dyed red, and the fierce wind whistled past, almost flattening the hundreds of miles of mountains along the way. The illusory sea tide surged on the sky, as if the sea surface had turned upside down, and the waves rolled down, colliding with the large expanses of red light... Several martial arts images intertwined on the sky, and the shimmering sword light split the clouds in the sky.

In the end, the cold knife light fell like moonlight, and the bright light intertwined into an illusory bright moon. The sky seemed to darken, and the bright moon rose from the sky. A young man in black clothes stepped on the boundless moonlight under his feet and quietly floated in the sky.

He turned his wrist, and the black scimitar in his hand drew an arc. The moonlight flowing all over the sky rushed back along the blade, and finally settled on his bright blade, with a touch of cold and sharp light.

Several other figures also stopped at the same time, staring at him.

These were the five celestial beings.

If there were other people here, they would be surprised to recognize their origins.

Because these five people not only have reached the pinnacle of cultivation, but also have extraordinary origins.

Pei Buming, the national teacher of Dayong, was dressed in a green scholar's suit and holding a scroll, with a somewhat elegant temperament; the great elder of Canghai Sword Sect, who was dressed in the unique style of the Northern Desert and had his hair tied into a small knot, only had an ancient long sword hanging in front of him; and the last person who was familiar to Yan Weilou, the Holy Lord of Xuantian Peak.

These five celestial saints just stood quietly in the sky, and the aura they exuded was enough to stir up the wind and clouds and shock the world.

Layers of celestial realms overlapped each other. At this time, this world was like a deep sea with countless tides surging. Under the seabed tens of thousands of miles deep, there was only an almost suffocating pressure.

"Enough, the realm of celestial beings, the rebirth of flesh and blood, the immortality of the soul... It is difficult for you to kill me.

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