Kyushu and the Monster Clan have been at war for hundreds of years, and except for the battle in Kyoto ten years ago, few strong men of the fourth level have fallen.
But in this Northern Expedition counterattack, more than twenty Tier 4 experts died in just a few days.
It's enough to imagine how brutal the battle on the front line was.
The three war gods were silent.
Although such a price was expected by the God of War, when the cruel reality was faced, everyone still felt the heavy weight on them.
Moreover, if the war continues, more atavists and ordinary soldiers will die on the front lines.
The Northern Expedition, which staked the fate of the country, put the entire future of Kyushu on it.
Even if Kyushu fights to the last soldier, it will not stop.
But Li Xiang gave the Temple of War and Jiuzhou another choice.
There is no need to shed so much blood and so many people to die.
The Conferring God Conference is about to begin, and the fifth-level kings of the Demon Alliance will definitely come here to stop it.
Once these fifth-level kings are seriously injured, the entire demon alliance will fall apart.
The God of War is betting that Li Xiang can succeed in becoming a god.
The door to the small courtyard was pushed open again.
Zhu Yan walked into the courtyard, the flames on his body extinguished. He picked up the wine glass and poured a sip of wine into his mouth. As soon as the wine melted by Lingqi entered his stomach, it turned into steam under the high temperature of thousands of degrees.
Zhu Yan burped, wiped his mouth and said, "How can there be immortality in a war? Kyushu has been cultivating immortals for hundreds of years. If those guys still cherish their lives during the decisive battle, then their conscience will be eaten by dogs."
The words are rough and the reasoning is not rough.
Wei Mingguang glanced at Zhu Yan's chest, where the claw marks were deeply visible.
"Small wound." Zhu Yan pressed his hand on his chest, the flames burning in his hand. After a while, the scab on the wound fell off.
However, the newly grown skin and flesh are a strange yellow-brown color.
Zhu Yan was stunned.
"It's corpse poison." Emperor Shitian flicked his finger, and a magic talisman was placed on Zhu Yan's chest.
The magic talisman exploded and turned into a cloud of smoke. In the smoke, the little shadow of the Zhenwu Emperor walked out. With the Taoist seal in his hand, he slapped the piece of green and yellow-brown flesh with his palm, "Come out!"
Strands of yellow-brown corpse poison leached out from the yellow-brown flesh, pulling on the surrounding flesh and condensing into half a small mummy. He stretched out his withered hands and grabbed the shadow of Emperor Zhenwu.
The sword light flashed.
The shadow of Emperor Zhenwu swung out his sword, chopped off two withered hands of the corpse, put his hand on the top of the small mummy's head, and yanked it outwards, pulling the mummy out.
Below the waist of the mummy, there are not legs, but shriveled muscles like tree roots, densely packed, connected to Zhu Yan's chest.
This pull made the flesh and skin of Zhu Yan's chest roll, and severe pain came. However, Zhu Yan became angry, pinched the little mummy, and pulled it hard.
A large piece of skin on the chest was torn off, revealing the ribs that were blackened by corpse poison, and below the ribs, the heart also turned black.
"Almost missed." Zhu Yan cursed secretly, gathering the majestic spiritual energy into his heart, using the power of fire, the temperature of his heart suddenly increased, like a red-hot iron block.
The corpse poison is vaporized by the high temperature and disperses.
Zhu Yan spat and said angrily, "I was scratched by the Yellow Wind Monster and was actually poisoned by corpse poison. Could it be that the Yellow Wind Monster and the female demon still have an affair?"
"The female slave is just a mummy, but the marten can actually eat it. No wonder she is so lean and lean. I am afraid she was squeezed dry."
"Next time I touch it, I will burn all its fur."
Zhu Yan was put in a position, feeling ashamed and cursing incessantly.
Seeing that he was no longer seriously injured, everyone ignored him.
But at this moment, a figure fell from the sky and fell into the small courtyard.
The man walked directly to Emperor Shitian and slapped the God of War Order on the stone table, "Old Emperor, what's going on?"
In the entire Kyushu, the only one who dares to call Emperor Shitian like this is Longwu War God.
However, what came here was just a spiritual clone. Wei Longwu's true body was still in the demon realm, restraining the two demon kings.
Wei Longwu was fighting on the front line. Several immortals and palace masters under his command suddenly received orders from the God of War to leave, and the army was taken over by secret guards one by one.
This made him very unhappy and unable to understand.
Although the battle on the front line was tragic, under the attack of the human army and millions of ancient Qin Yin soldiers, the demon alliance's army was retreating steadily. The northwest front he was responsible for alone had destroyed seven demon emperors and millions of demons.
The elite of the clan.
Most of the lost territory in the northwest has been recovered.
As long as we continue to fight, it won't take long to reach the outermost first line of defense and drive these beasts like the demon clan out of the country.
Wei Longwu was preparing to organize another counterattack and push the front two hundred kilometers forward.
It happened that at this time, with an order from the God of War, all the fourth-level regressors on the northwest front were transferred.
If he hadn't been restrained by the two demon kings, he would have wanted to come back right away and point his finger at Emperor Shitian's nose and scold him.
Emperor Shitian did not answer, but made a stroke in the void, tearing a crack in space.
A figure walked out of the crack and came to the small courtyard, nodding to several war gods of the country.
Wei Longwu was a little angry, "I'm asking you something, you ask Qingqiu to come over..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei Longwu's pupils shrank suddenly and he stared at Qingqiu, "Are you Qingqiu?!"
Qingqiu raised his hand and said hello, "Longwu God of War."
In the past, as a fourth-level general, Qingqiu would definitely bend down and salute when he saw the God of War.
But at this time, he just handed over his hand and held it as a courtesy.
Wei Longwu felt something strange and looked at it carefully.
I saw Qingqiu wearing a white crown robe, with a shallow mark between his eyebrows. At first glance, it looked like a mark of thunder and lightning.
Just standing quietly, but giving people a sense of majesty that cannot be looked directly at.
Especially his eyes, which were cold and devoid of any human touch. He felt like he was a superior god.
Wei Longwu struck out with his palm without any warning.
Bang!
As expected, Qingqiu was shot away but did not happen.
On the contrary, Wei Longwu was shocked and took a few steps back.
Wei Longwu was horrified.
Even though this is just a clone of his spiritual mind, it is not even able to deal with a fourth-level Qingqiu.
Sizzle.
Wei Longwu lowered his head suddenly, his eyes widening.
His hands were actually wrapped with streaks of lightning, and they followed his arms and swept across his body.
The spiritual clone kept trembling and disintegrating.
With a thought in Qingqiu's mind, dozens of thunderbolts dissipated invisible.
Wei Longwu's spiritual clone condensed again, and he said in shock: "When did you enter the fifth level?!"
"No, no, this is not the fifth level of power."
"You can't be Qingqiu either!"
Qingqiu's voice was indifferent, "I am Qingqiu, and I am also the Great Emperor Ziwei of Zhongtian North Pole."
