A middle-aged man was kneeling and sitting next to the sand, looking at the sand in trance.
"Master." The child next to him called softly.
The middle-aged man did not answer.
"Master, how long should we stay here?" The child was a little impatient.
The middle-aged man then said, "Be patient."
The child plucked out a piece of dogtail grass, held it in his mouth, and kicked the ground impatiently.
A stone was kicked away by him and fell onto the sand, instantly turning into countless fine sand.
The middle-aged man was slightly annoyed, "I was told to be patient and write 10,000 words."
The little boy rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, there is a river there. I will catch a fish and bake it for Master!"
Not long after he ran out, four walls suddenly rose up from the ground, trapping him inside.
A stack of paper and a pen were thrown in.
The child cursed, picked up the pen and paper, and scribbled on it angrily.
However, the pen scratched the paper without leaving any trace.
As a last resort, the child could only calm down and concentrate. After thinking for a while, he started to write the word "Cang".
The font was revealed, and the child wrote two more words, "Lin" and "Yuan".
Cang Linyuan, the third war god of the country, has only accepted one student in his life.
The child continued to write, "yes", "a", "big", "silly"...
Outside the sand, Cang Linyuan frowned, then shook his head to himself.
At this time, a footprint suddenly appeared in the sand.
To be more precise, it's a hoof print.
Cang Linyuan said calmly, "Can you finally bear it no longer?"
He picked up a branch next to him and wrote a vertical line on the sand, then a vertical line next to it, then a horizontal line, and finally another vertical line.
It is a word for "mountain".
An invisible opportunity connects the past and the present.
ahead.
The earth suddenly shook.
A towering mountain rose from the ground, blocking the front of the green bull.
The green cow was startled for a moment, then let out a long moo and started running wildly.
The giant ox's hooves trample the ground like a heavy hammer striking a drum head.
Boom boom boom!
The earth keeps shaking.
The huge green bull slammed into the towering mountain rising out of thin air.
Bang!
There was a loud noise and flying sand and rocks.
Smoke and dust rolled in, covering the sky and the sun.
Before the smoke and dust dispersed, Lord Qingniu backed out, then ran wildly, crashing into the towering mountain again.
Boulders weighing millions of kilograms rolled down the mountain, making a roaring sound like rolling thunder.
King Qingniu bumped into it thirteen times in a row, finally knocking down the mountain, but dense bumps appeared on its head.
The Green Bull Lord roared angrily, stood upright, a horn sprouted from his eyebrows, and the fur on his body turned into armor, stepped over the collapsed mountain, and ran forward.
ahead.
Cang Linyuan wrote the second word: river.
In front of Lord Qingniu, the ground was sunk, and a huge canyon appeared. Millions of hectares of water poured into it, turning the canyon into a big river.
The waves are rough.
Lord Qingniu roared angrily and stepped into the river. His feet were empty and his whole body fell into the river.
Huge waves kept crashing.
Lord Qing Niu greatly underestimated the depth of the river and struggled to climb to the shore, gasping for air.
"I didn't expect it was still a landlubber!"
The yellow wind monster sneered, flicked his yellow robe, and turned into a stream of yellow wind, flying towards the big river.
Cang Linyuan wrote the third word: fire.
Above the river, a spot of light suddenly appeared.
It was a spark, made of pure fire power.
Then came the second, third... densely packed sparks, covering the sky above the river.
Then, with a "chi" sound, a spark burned, like a match falling into a powder keg, and in an instant, a majestic flame rose.
The whole river is burning.
The flames shot straight into the sky, turning the clouds in the sky red.
Even the world here has turned red.
Even the Kyushu army that was dozens of kilometers away was forced to retreat by the scorching heat.
The fifth level battle has far exceeded the limit that mortals can reach.
Millions of Chinese soldiers looked at this scene in shock.
In the small courtyard, Zhu Rong looked to the north and said displeasedly: "That guy is not kind. He didn't say a word to me when he took action."
He put down the mountain and river plate, turned into a ray of fire, and flew into the sky.
Wei Mingguang slowly opened his eyes, came to the stone table, and looked at the mountains and rivers, "Old Emperor, do you still want to wait?"
Emperor Shitian's voice echoed across the mountains and rivers, "Don't worry, let me play with them."
Immediately afterwards, there was an extremely angry roar.
In the mountains and rivers, Madam White Bone's body was as huge as a mountain. Ten of her bodies intersected and hit the dojo hall heavily.
On the surface of the main hall, the protective shield rippled.
Emperor Shitian looked at Madam White Bone's huge body and asked, "Aren't you going to invite that person out yet?"
Mrs. Bones kept waving her fists and hitting the hall.
Spider web-like cracks appeared on the protective cover.
Emperor Shitian frowned slightly, "In that case, I won't give you a chance."
The index and middle fingers of the right hand were pressed together, raised in front of the body, and said softly: "Here comes the sword."
Eight hundred thousand miles away, Jingmen Mansion, Wudang Mountain.
In Xuantian Yuxu Palace, an old Taoist was leaning on his seat and taking a nap.
It is said to be Yuxu Palace, but in fact it is just a dilapidated small temple that only enshrines a statue of Zhenwu God whose paint has fallen off.
It is far away from the city, so there will naturally be no guests.
Before the great catastrophe, Lao Dao was still a little Taoist priest here.
In order to avoid the ferocious beast, everyone went to the city surrounded by high walls, except for the old man who stayed.
If you keep it, it lasts for a hundred years.
He is a third-level atavist, enough to deal with those monsters.
"master……"
A young man walked out the door, carrying a luggage bag. Seeing that the old master was still napping, the young man hesitated for a moment, tiptoed, and placed the farewell letter on the old master's lap.
But at this moment, dust fell.
The young man looked up and saw that the sword slung across the back of the statue of Zhenwu had disappeared.
This sword has been nurtured in Wudang Mountain for hundreds of years.
The long sword flew across the sky, crossing 800,000 miles in an instant, arrived at the northern frontline, and flew into the mountains and rivers.
The sword energy covers the entire mountain and river plate.
In the dojo, Mrs. Bones wanted to hide, but she couldn't.
The sword intent continued to attack the huge white bones.
But at this time.
The yin-yang Tai Chi pattern on the floor of the dojo suddenly cracked, and then the surrounding stone slabs continued to break apart and turned into countless gravels. The gravels continued to break down and turned into countless fine sands.
The fine sand flows, and where the Tai Chi pattern is, a tomb slowly emerges.
The tomb is piled with loess, the tombstone in front of the tomb has been broken off, and the inscriptions carved on it have also been worn away by time, making them unclear.
I don’t know how many years have been buried underneath this tomb.
The next moment, the tomb collapsed, and a strong smell of corpses gushed out, filling the entire dojo.
Mrs. Bones, who was struggling to hold on, suddenly grabbed the sword and let countless sword intentions crazily erode her. She said with a ferocious smile, "It's your turn to die!"
The tomb collapsed, revealing a coffin.
Bang.
Something kicked against the coffin board.
There was a gap between the coffin board and the coffin.
Large streams of thick blood overflowed from the cracks.
This bright red and stinking blood was not absorbed by the yellow sand. Instead, it covered the yellow sand, covering the entire dojo, and then flowed farther away.
In just a few moments, the entire mountains and rivers were soaked with stinky blood and turned red.
In the coffin, a female body dressed in green clothes floated slowly.
Its whole body was shriveled and it looked horrible.
Emperor Shitian stood up and said: "It is indeed a female demon."
The female demon stood up slowly, opened her arms, and the blood that filled the entire mountain and river plate continued to flow back and was absorbed into her body.
The mountains and rivers soaked in blood quickly dried up and turned into powder.
Mountains and rivers collapsed, heaven and earth collapsed.
The space here collapsed.
Mrs. Bones grabbed the sword with both hands and let out a scary smile, "Without the magic weapon, let's see how you can fight us!"
The female demon twisted her body with strange movements and made a gurgling sound from her throat.
Emperor Shitian stood up without any fear, "Since you know this is a divine weapon, do you know what this sword is called?"
After the words fell, four words appeared on the sword:
