After a loud bang, the huge tornado exploded and turned into countless strange fragments, accompanied by thick smoke scattered all over the plain.
Ling Xiao and the seven of them walked out of the thick smoke, feeling very embarrassed.
"We're leaving that ghost place." Long Zhen didn't care about his clothes boiling several holes. What he cared most was naturally whether he could walk out of this plain.
Of course, the others had the same concern as the Dragon Formation. As soon as they walked out of the thick smoke, they looked towards the direction of the Tower of the Underworld.
Everyone was stunned. The tower of the Underworld was still in the same place, the same slim distance had not changed.
"Boss Ling..." Long Zhen murmured in a low voice: "Has we done something stupid?"
Obviously, after the formation was activated, everyone still could not escape from the grassland, which made them very depressed.
Just when Ling Xiao thought he was being put on by the old man, Tang Yingying in the space of the God and Demon Token suddenly said: "Brother Ling Xiao, it seems... the breath in the wind is different."
Ling Xiao was overjoyed and said, "In other words, we are indeed not in the same place now."
I don’t know which philosopher on Earth in another world said that people may step into the same river twice.
Similarly, this principle also applies to Ling Xiao’s situation at this time.
Plains are still the same plain, but time is different, and space will naturally undergo some changes.
"The smell of blood mixed in the wind is so strong." Tang Yingying's little nose moved slightly and frowned.
Ling Xiao whispered loudly: "Let's go ahead and see what happened."
This time, it took only one day for everyone to walk out of the ghost plain in their mouths.
At the end of the plain is still a big mountain, but this time the mountain did not play with Ling Xiao and the others. Ling Xiao and the other two spent another half a month crossing the mountains and ridges, and finally saw the giant tower in front of them.
When they first saw the giant tower, all seven were stunned.
This so-called tower of the Underworld is exactly the same as the tower of gods and demons in the Yang Continent.
"What the hell is going on?" Even Luo Huixin, who didn't like to talk much, couldn't help but ask.
Of course, no one can answer this question here.
Even if someone answered, they were not in the mood to answer this question at this time.
Under this tower of the Underworld, millions of Murong Huatian's golden armored warriors were densely surrounded by millions of Murong Huatian's golden armored warriors. Their morale was high, as if they could overturn the tower of the Underworld with their strength alone. It seems like coming here.
These golden armored warriors are divided into several combat troops, namely the most ordinary golden spear infantry soldiers, archers holding golden bows, griffin knights riding griffin, and golden dragon knights riding golden dragons.
In addition to the above four types of troops, there are two extremely special types of troops.
One is a large stone throwing car arranged at the end of the large army. Thousands of identical stone throwing cars formed a large circle, and one was arranged for each dozens of meters apart, and all the targets were aimed at the Tower of the Underworld.
Another special type of troops is the chariot mecha soldiers, which are divided into chariot troops on the ground and flying ship troops on the sky.
Such a huge and neat lineup opened the eyes of Ling Xiao and the seven others.
Murong Huatian stood in the air, followed by ten white-robed priests and one hundred gray-robed priests. These priests respected him as one, and all stood humbly, highlighting Murong Huatian's lofty status.
Among the ten white-robed priests, several of them were not recognized by Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao knew that a few of the top ten priests in this battle died, so he promoted them by several gray-robed priests and re-formed the top ten white-robed priests of Ling Xiao's period.
Of course, Ling Xiao still recognizes a few of these ten people.
Priest Jia Tianxia and Priest Wu Zhongkong, these two guys have not changed much, and Ling Xiao recognized it at a glance.
However, the priest Wu had a healthy limbs at that time, and he was not as "cynical" as Ling Xiao when he saw him.
Facing Murong Huatian's powerful lineup, each floor of the Soul Tower was filled with demon soldiers and generals wearing dark red armor.
They stood all over the various levels of the Tower of the Underworld, and were divided into various types of troops, confronting the enemies under the tower.
Ling Mietian stood on the top of the tower, with Ling Feng in white clothes standing beside him. The father and son occupied the heights and looked down at the people under the tower. The cold wind blew their clothes, making a sound.
Ling Xiao looked up at his father at that time and felt a lot of emotion.
Although it was very far apart, Ling Xiao looked towards the top of the tower and saw his grandfather and father very clearly.
My father's eyes at that time were far less sharp than he is now, but it was extremely clear, like an uncontaminated mountain spring.
Grandpa Ling Mietian held the God-killing God in his hand, with a slight smile on his face, but the murderous intent was so powerful that even Ling Xiao, who was so far away, could feel it.
Even though they were so cold that they were standing straight and firmly.
Looking down at the world and looking down on all living beings, it was clearly revealed on Ling Mietian's body.
This temperament from the depths of the soul contrasts Murong Huatian, who is surrounded by stars.
Perhaps Ling Xiao judged it based on his likes and dislikes. His grandfather's freedom and peace are something that Murong Huatian, who pretends to be profound all day long, could not do it.
Of course, Ling Xiao already knew the result of this battle that his grandfather and father were defeated.
Ling Xiao had a strong feeling in his heart that he wanted to know why his grandfather was defeated. According to Ling Xiao's judgment, the strength of the two sides would not be too big, why did his grandfather lose.
"Hui Xin, don't look at it." In this battle, Luo Huixin's father was killed, his mother aged instantly and blind. He knew it was one thing, but what he saw with his own eyes was another.
So Ling Xiao reminded Luo Huixin very considerately not to look, but Luo Huixin only answered Ling Xiao in one sentence: "Master, if it were you, would you not look?"
Ling Xiao was silent.
"Okay, let's watch it together." Ling Xiao said to everyone: "I hope everyone is mentally prepared."
Under the sea of the Xuantian Continent of the Earth Soul Realm, Ling Xiao once absorbed several souls from the Heavenly Soul Realm from the belly of a nine-headed Black Ice Snake.
The scenes that the souls showed to Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao finally found the same scene here.
The situation where blood flowed into the sea and was buried thousands of miles away was eighteenths of the year after this battle.
Ling Xiao didn't have time to think about more because the war broke out there.
"Ling Mietian, if you can commit suicide, I, Murong Huatian, promised in front of all my soldiers and priests that I will never kill a subordinate of you." Murong Huatian looked at Ling Mietian and said righteously.
"Haha..." Ling Mietian smiled and said, "Murong Huatian, a heavenly soul world can only have one of our two heavens. Either you die or I die. Today I am forced into this dilemma by you. I will be It would be fine if I was defeated, but I would surrender without a talk.”
"Why are you so stubborn?" Murong Huatian continued to play his card of justice: "If I were the only master of the Three Realms, I, the world would not be in conflict anymore, and everyone could live a happy and peaceful life day."
"The Lord of the Soul is the greatest."
"Self-support the Lord of the Soul to the death."
As soon as Murong Huatian finished speaking, the soldiers under his feet yelled in unison as if they were crazy, as if they were brainwashed.
Murong Huatian pointed at these soldiers and proudly said to Ling Mietian: "Did you see it? This is the benefit of winning people's hearts."
Ling Mietian laughed: "Murong Huatian, just keep your words to yourself and those fools. The world has always been diverse. No one can unify the whole world into one. Anyone who wants to do this No one ended up doing well in the end.”
"How can I know if I don't try?" Murong Huatian snorted: "If you weren't against me, I would have realized this ambition long ago."
Ling Mietian looked at Murong Huatian with contempt: "This so-called ambition is just an excuse for your ambitions, so that you can unify the three realms, and in the future, people in the entire three realms will drink your soul liquid. ”
Ling Mietian obviously knew what the soul liquid was, but Ling Mietian said it, and those who drank the soul liquid did not believe it at all, so Ling Mietian was too lazy to say it.
Some people are so stupid that they want to drink other people's urine. Would you persuade them to be such a fool?
"Although I, a demon soul master, acts erratic, but I have never had the idea of changing others." Speaking of this, Ling Mietian mentioned the killing of God, pointed directly at Murong Huatian, and suddenly said angrily: "And you Murong Huatian is a shameless person who uses the guise to ask others to be a dog for you. It is precisely because of your hypocrisy and shamelessness that Juan'er chose me and gave up on you."
When talking about "Juan'er", Murong Huatian could no longer hold back: "Ling Mietian, you snatched my fiancée away. I want to give you a chance in the interest of millions of innocent lives, you actually It’s so ungrateful, since that’s the case, let you all die together.”
The legendary Lord of the Soul and Lord of the Demon Soul fought because of a woman. Judging from today's situation, this legend is absolutely correct.
"You kill Juan'er, Murong Huatian, I will take your life too." A ruthlessness flashed through Ling Mietian's eyes, and he shouted loudly to his subordinates: "Brothers, avenge your sister-in-law."
"Kill the old dog Murong."
"Avenge your sister-in-law."
Listening to the soldiers on both sides shouting different slogans, Ling Xiao and the seven people felt amused and crying.
The dream woven by Murong Huatian is beautiful and is indeed worthy of life for many people. On the other hand, what Ling Mietian said is very temperamental. He is commensurate with those warrior brothers, giving everyone a sense of intimacy.
Some people pursue great ideals, while others seek the most real life. The two ideas that were not conflicted were originally due to the differences between the two big names Murong Huatian and Ling Mietian, which turned into a fierce battle. It is really a great sadness. and irony.
"Boom..." "Boom..."
With the sound of the rock throwing cart starting and the sound of crystal energy cannons on the chariot mecha, this ancient and modern war officially began.