In the dusk, 600,000 soldiers from the barbarians formed camps and continued.

The war drums and gongs roared together with each other, and the purple king flag depicting the "castle abyss" hanging flat in the blue sky.

On the golden platform, the Barbarian Emperor was on the throne, looking around at the mighty empire man, Dandan said:

"The scoundrels are ridiculous and self-esteem."

“This will be a hunting game!”

The three judges who went on the battle looked at each other.

The Abyss Messenger seemed to have reminded the Crown to stop using the word "shocking the tree", after all, the madman in the Lone City has done it with his own strength.

"This battle not only needs to annihilate the Han slaves' vitality, but also have to take advantage of the situation to destroy Beiliang."

The barbarian emperor's fingers rhythmically knocked on the handrail of the throne, and a pair of children looked at the blonde judge:

"Don't use the genocide policy for the time being. First, confuse the people of Beiliang to put aside their guard and surrender sincerely. How do you say that Central Plains saying?"

A nearby guard said carefully: "Food a pot of slurry to welcome the king's army..."

"Yes!" The Barbarian Emperor nodded.

Carl frowned deeply, exchanged glances with the other two judges, and said nothing.

You are too far away from the Cangxia!

To put it nicely, it is far-sighted, but to put it bluntly, it is too ambitious. No matter how big the advantage is, at least we must first steadily deal with the battle to deal with the national destiny.

"My grandson, I will kill an old friend."

At this time, a Taoist priest wearing a shabby Taoist robe rose from the military camp and rushed towards the east.

The Barbarian Emperor remained motionless. Since the death of the Evil Begonia, he had been deprived of the power to instruct the Saint of the Abyss.

Just like this Taoist priest, it is not a negotiation at all, but a notification.

As he approached Yumen Pass, the academy master seemed to be sensing, hanging in the air, his shirt flying with his furrowed.

"Remembering Jiangnan, do you still have the face to return to the Central Plains?" The Master was rarely furious and his face was dark and cold.

"A good bird chooses trees to live in. I am twenty years younger than you. Now I can face you directly, so is my choice wrong?"

The Taoist priest strolled in the garden, the whisk swayed gently, and the energy flowed in a wonderful arc.

He continued:

"Three generations of old, middle-aged and young geniuses in the Central Plains. If you want to be the tombkeeper of Shenzhou culture, you have lost your ambition."

"Tang Emperor Li Wan has an extremely talented talent, but he wants to abandon his domineering and turn to the kingly path, and he will cut off his own arm."

"I am under 40 years old and can be called the leader of the Middle Ages. Sooner or later, I will enter the realm of land gods and immortals that the world dreams of, and open a gate of heaven for the world."

As soon as the words came, strange phenomena arose in heaven and earth!

A barrier as thick as a mountain fell from the sky, covering the earth several miles apart.

The Taoist priest hung the whisk above his head and rushed straight away.

The Master twitched his lips, and the light curtain surrounded his body. Rows of small letters came out of the light curtain, with Tianxian's words on his mouth, and the words on his head were followed by Dharma. Each small letter on the fly was a sharp knife.

boom!

I remember Jiangnan hitting the light curtain hard, he casts a Vajra in the abyss, his body is second, and no one in the world dares to be the best.

At the moment when the light burst, all the qi around it was shattered, and the radius of three miles became an isolated place.

"The Abyss has used a spy, codenamed Elk."

"Secondly, the Barbarian Emperor holds a bottle of blood of bad luck, which is enough to determine the direction of the war, or spread it tonight and deal with it well."

At the moment of approaching, the Taoist priest spoke quickly, and his brutal fists rumbled and hit the teacher's chest.

The Master's face was hard to tell the difference between joy and anger, and a grand righteous spirit surged out of his heart, and the wave as thick as a bowl of a punch opened.

"Why?"

I remember that Jiangnan retreated nine feet away, and his hands were hanging down and he stood firm in the air with difficulty. He curled his lips:

"I want to live forever, so I surrender to the abyss, but I have never forgotten my Central Plains bloodline."

"The public will be the eternal ones, and the private ones will be the only ones, and I am willing to be the private ones."

After saying that, his expression was cold, his body collided again, and his body hit the Master like a meteorite.

The battle lasted more than three hundred moves until night fell, and the Taoist priests were in a slight breath. Looking at the blood-stained old scholar, laughing:

"The academy master is just like this. In another five years, you will definitely be killed!"

After laughing, he left with a long smile.

Back to the barbarian camp, I remembered that blood was oozing from the corner of Jiangnan's mouth, and there were old monsters surrounded by shadows.

"Persist in three hundred tricks, you will make rapid progress in the past ten years." The old man Zifa vocals were hoarse.

Recalling Jiangnan taking medicine to regulate her inner body, Dandan said:

"If I had not abandoned the darkness and turned to the light, I would have been the realm of enlightened people now, and it was the abyss that made me successful."

The old man Zihai nodded and asked:

"The abyss can also make Gu Chang'an successful, right?"

The other old monsters had obscure expressions and could not detect emotional fluctuations.

"What do you mean?" Yi Jiangnan looked up at him.

The old man Zihai held his hands behind his back and said carelessly:

"Come out."

Suddenly, a young man in a bloody robe and a head full of white hair walked out of the corner of the gate.

His eyes were dull and his breath was crazy.

"Gu Chang'an?" I was shocked.

The white-haired man did not look at him and sat on the wooden steps in a daze, as if he was at a loss as if a child had come to a strange place.

"How is that possible?" Yi Jiangnan could not notice the spiritual energy in this person's body and shuddered in an instant.

"It's fake..." He was half-believing and half-doubted.

How could a martyr who swears to defend the national spirit to the death surrender to the barbarians?

The old man Zihai said meaningfully:

"It doesn't matter whether it is true or false. He can destroy the psychological defense of Hannu."

The old monsters smiled without saying a word. After three months of research in the abyss, they transformed into exactly the same madman.

A perfect masterpiece!

I remember that Jiangnan had recovered from calmness and deliberately showed a smile of success in his plan, but his heart fell into the bottom of the valley.

At this critical moment, the appearance of Chang'an is like a bolt from the blue, causing endless panic to millions of heroic troops.

"Chang'an, let's meet the God's Crown." said the old man Zifa softly.

"Oh." The white-haired man nodded dullly and walked towards the golden platform.

The Barbarian Emperor on the throne stared at the visitor, and his eyes burst into strong murderous intent, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were bulging!

Although I knew it was fake, that anger was almost swallowing him.

It is the biggest humiliation that the madman has brought to him since he came to power, and he almost shook his throne position!

"Crown." The white-haired man called him respectfully.

The Barbarian Emperor snorted his nose and calmed down:

"I have an important task to you later."

After saying that, he looked up at the night and said in a deep voice:

"Carl, release the blood of doom!"

"I want to let the Han slaves in the Central Plains see what a new type of war is!

”

After saying that, throwing the eyeball pendant over.

The golden judge received the order and ordered his subordinates to rush to Yumen Pass, and reminded the abyss practitioners to prepare for formation.

...

At midnight, there were only starry patrol sentries outside each camp circle. The bonfire gradually went out, and the endless snoring sounds mixed with the intermittent snoring of war horses.

suddenly.

The strong wind whistled, and wisps of gray mist filled the sky above the military camp, endlessly.

The general who was sleeping in his clothes turned back and forth in his sleep. The nightmare came without any warning. Dozens of people in the camp were sweating profusely, and when they woke up, they looked around.
To be continued...