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The scarlet sea of blood rolled out, and more than seven to eight million corpses floated on the sea of blood.
Looking up from a distance, the gray outside the territory was dyed a layer of blood red.
The sound of killing gradually dissipated, and tens of thousands of guardians stared blankly into the empty void.
Although Mo Che and Sandai took action, millions of Tiangang warriors still escaped. Sandai and Mo Che stood on the sea of blood, staring at the direction in which the Tiangang warriors left.
Everyone present knew that the battle between Tiangang and Wushen had just begun.
This time there are only two countries, Dayan and Zhao, but next time it will be the powerful countries of Tiangang.
"He will not fall, and the turbulent currents of the void cannot tear his body apart!" Fatty Xiao turned around and walked towards the outside of the territory with a somewhat decadent figure, "I will go find him and come back!"
"Senior Mo, I would like you to take care of the Ye family and the Huangfeng Kingdom." The void of heaven and earth swallowed up Fatty Xiao's figure. If it is swallowed by the turbulent flow of the void, it will appear again if it can withstand the impact of the turbulent flow of the void.
Between heaven and earth.
Watching Fatty Xiao leave, Sandai and Mo Che both sighed slightly and said nothing.
Although they know that such hope is very slim, the breath completely disappears from the heaven and the earth, and the vitality dissipates. Only the death of the soul will cause such a situation.
Looking around at the sea of blood, Mo Che slowly closed his eyes, hiding the sadness, "In this life, if Teacher has a chance to survive, he will definitely overthrow Da Zhao and Da Yan!"
"If word spreads about the fall of the fifth generation Moon God, the guardians of the God of War will panic people!" Looking around, the third generation looked at the less than 20,000 guardians. Hundreds of thousands of guardians are buried here.
The guardians headed by Yue Sword Scar each had dense sword marks on their bodies, and their golden uniforms were stained red. Their auras were extremely weak, and their expressions were a little lonely. After the fifth generation of Moon Gods fell, they immediately lost their backbone.
"I will continue this end game for him. Before he comes back, I will become the fifth-generation moon god on his behalf!" Snowflakes were flying, and the prince walked over on the snowflakes.
The green shirt danced. When the prince walked in front of the third generation and Mo Che, his appearance gradually changed, and he suddenly took on the appearance of Ye Chen. The evil smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared. His expression was extremely cold: "I am the fifth generation moon
God, Ye Chen!"
"God of Martial Arts, as long as I have not fallen, no one from Tiangang can step into the God of Martial Arts!" The prince said coldly, his tone somewhat similar to Ye Chen.
"Prince!" Rizhao murmured softly, holding the blade in his hand tightly.
The bright nebula and the sea of blood formed a sharp contrast, and blood shadows stood in the void of heaven and earth, each one incomparably silent.
Finally, Mo Che, Sandai and others left with many guardians, but their overwhelming murderous intention spread in everyone's hearts. It was burning like a rage.
As for the prince, Rizhao and others, they were standing in the sword tomb. Next to the undulating forest of tombstones, a bamboo house appeared. The prince was sitting in the bamboo house holding a sword, with his eyes closed. The terrifying aura filled the entire sword tomb.
Standing in the courtyard, Ri'er looked at the blood-red sky and sighed slightly, "Fudai, have you really fallen?"
The oppressive aura of an impending storm spread across the continent. For a time, especially after the news of the imminent attack by the Tiangang warriors spread, the Martial God warriors were frightened, and many warriors gathered in the Huangfeng Kingdom to become the most powerful force in the imperial army.
Become a member, or become a guardian. For a time, the warriors of the entire Martial God practiced desperately, just to improve a little strength before the enemy came, and to protect the Martial God from being violated.
As for the news of Ye Chen's death, the guardians involved in that battle remained silent. They only said that the fifth generation moon god Ye Chen single-handedly turned the tide and killed the original body of the Great Yan Emperor.
For a time, all the warriors were praising the Five Generations of Moon Gods, and Ye Chen seemed to become the leader of the warriors.
The Luoxia Imperial Capital looked prosperous, with countless powerful people gathered here, and the situation hovering over the Imperial Capital became increasingly majestic.
In the courtyard of the imperial palace, with his hair as white as frost and his clothes as white as snow, Mu Chen stood in the courtyard holding a sword. His eyes rested on the tombstone without focus. He did not draw his sword for a long time. "You have changed a lot. You didn't know how to do it before."
Go die because of this bullshit responsibility."
Sandai and others could hide it from the world, but they did not hide it from Mu Chen and others.
In the empty courtyard, the autumn wind blew past, picking up dead leaves all over the ground.
"Fat man is looking for you, then I will protect this family!" Mu Chen held a sword across the courtyard, and the sound of mournful sword chants could be heard.
In the ancestral pavilion, an empty wine jar was flipped over on the eaves. Huo Qilin sat on it, grabbed the wine pot, and drank a long drink. His eyes were a little lonely, and he looked at the children of the Ye family who were competing below.
"If I hadn't helped you awaken your bloodline in the past, if I hadn't guided you on this path, if you hadn't entered the martial arts, marrying a not-so-bad-looking woman and having a bunch of kids, wouldn't that kind of life be great?
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"No, you should marry as many wives as possible, the more the better!" Huo Qilin giggled, his laughter a bit sad.
Fire Qilin was both a teacher and a friend to Ye Chen, and Ye Chen was the same to him.
In the distance, Ye Wen stood on the Baizhang Sword Pavilion, quietly looking at the prosperous Ye family below. The white-haired man gave away the black-haired man. In an instant, Ye Wen became older.
"In this life, my father will be proud of you!" Ye Wen murmured.
Waving his feather fan, Ye Wushuang walked out of the magnificent palace and looked at the blue sky. He smelled of alcohol as he rarely drank alcohol in the past, and he was holding a wine bottle in his hand.
"Master, I will bring the Ye family to the top, and the sons of the Ye family will kill all the Tiangang warriors!" Ye Wushuang whispered, with murderous intent in his blank eyes, and the seeds of hatred took root and sprouted in his heart.
Although it is autumn, the gentle rising sun rises slowly, dispelling the coldness left at night, and the warm sun shines down. The imperial palace bathed in the sunshine is more solemn and solemn.
However, at this moment, a biting chill spread out in the courtyard behind and penetrated into the sky.
Whether it was Mu Chen, Huo Qilin or Ye Wushuang, they all shuddered and subconsciously looked in the direction of the source of the coldness.
The autumn sun hangs at the end of the horizon, and a layer of frost has condensed on top and bottom of this courtyard, whether it is a bamboo house or an old withered tree.
A monstrous murderous intention filled the courtyard. Qianchuan's eyes were blurred by the snow, his clothes were flying, and he was holding a sword in the huge courtyard. His murderous intention seemed to be solid, condensed into snowflakes, and fell down.
In the vast white courtyard, she is dressed in a white dress and the flashing sword light overlaps.
At this moment, Qianchuan Xue was colder than before, and there was no emotion in her eyes. Three thousand blue hairs fell down, forming layers of frost.
Looking at the beautiful figure dancing with the sword, Huo Qilin sighed silently. He knew in the past that under the planning of the Holy Son, Qianchuan Xue had entered the Forgetful mood, but with his will, Qianchuan Xue was not affected by the forgetful mood.
However, after the news of Ye Chen's death came, Qianchuan Xue not only forgot her love, but also reached the highest level, the supreme forgetfulness.
"The Supreme Being forgets his love. In the realm of seven killings, why does this girl have to suffer?" Huo Qilin murmured, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Murder, robbery, intentional killing, fighting, manslaughter, drama Kill, manslaughter!”
"Kill all those who deserve to be killed, and massacre the world!" The bone-chilling killing intent moved Huo Qilin. At this moment, Qianchuan Xue's killing intent was even comparable to that of Jiaozi and others. You must know that Jiaozi controls the rules of killing.
The snowflakes fell rustlingly, murderous intent permeated the air, and Qianchuan Xue muttered the words: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Clear tears swirled in the corners of Qianchuan Xue's eyes. As she danced, the clear tears fell, condensed into ice crystals, fell to the ground, and shattered all over the ground.
A few months later, Dayan and Zhao made a comeback, plus some second-rate empires, such as the Yuan and Dalin empires.
The third generation led more than 500,000 guardians and tens of millions of troops from the empire to keep out foreign enemies from outside the territory. Ye Chen, transformed by the prince, killed everyone. For a time, the reputation of the fifth generation moon god spread throughout Tiangang and Wushen.
The Sword Tomb is not the first battlefield. Yue Chuge led millions of guardians to keep the coalition forces of all countries out of the territory. Strong men who had disappeared from everyone's sight in the past appeared one after another. The strong men in the Beiqiu land once again became famous throughout the world, and their prestige was also spread throughout the world. open.
New tombstones are erected in the Sword Tomb and Jade Emperor Palace, and hundreds of thousands of guardians fall in every battle.
The attention of Tiangang and Wu Shen are focused on the outside of the territory, and in the void of the outside world, the space is turbulent, the sky is extremely dark, and a figure slowly appears in the space turbulence, without any breath... ..
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