Time is like flowing water. It is not shifted by anyone's will, always flowing, moving forward. In a blink of an eye, after half a month, the entire Thunder continent is still very calm, Da Zhou converged himself, and he converged himself.
The tentacles, the turtle shrinks on its own site, waiting for the next shot.
And Daxia did not have any plans to do it at all, and still isolated from the outside world. Living a life that belongs to himself, it seems that everything has nothing to do with himself. However, under this kind of calm
It is possible to rush to the ground, and the calm and thoroughly destroy and tear.
This dark current appeared in Yunzhou. While the Thunder continent was slightly calm, the wooden palace finally couldn't help but show his teeth.
Yunzhou is included in the hands of the wooden palace.
A dignified atmosphere was permeated in Yunzhou. All the practitioners in Yunzhou felt the arrival of the war. All calmness was just the illusion before the chaos. Now this calm has begun to subscribe. They are not far away in the war.
Thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi, the wooden palace, the new hegemony of Yangzhou, finally couldn't help it. They no longer satisfied Yangzhou, but also incorporated Yunzhou into the wooden palace's site. Since then,
Yunzhou and Yangzhou are in the hands of the wooden palace.
The war is gradually approaching. The border between Yunzhou and Yangzhou has a battle in every moment.
No victory.
Blood is shrouded in Yunzhou, rare. It seems that the sky is covered with a faint layer of blood on the sky.
The Xinghai Palace, the Arctic Palace of the Zhou and its allies destroyed.
Their grievances are condensed in the sky, making the sky blood red, and there is a kind of darkness, as if hell is approaching, so that even the sunlight becomes deep.
The sun was covered up, and no longer tolerate the slightest light, and the warmth left in Yunzhou.
After another month, more and more friction between the disciples of the two sides has gradually developed from the previous small -scale battles to a larger -scale war.
Among them, it is directly wiped off a mortal city.
The sparks are becoming more and more prosperous, the wooden palace is persecuted, and it has begun to eat Yunzhou and pushed towards the center of Yunzhou. In a short time, the Zixiao School seemed to be a defeated army.
Throwing millions of mortals to the wooden palace.
There is a hint of anger in the Zixiao faction. It is not that the Zixiao faction is not as good as the wooden palace, but the situation of the Zixiao faction is now difficult. It is impossible to deal with the wooden palace.
The Xiao faction must also prevent the Great Zen Temple, and even the Dazhou Emperor.
Faced with so many strong enemies with his own power, the Zixiao faction can keep himself as precious. As for the lost mortal, the city, when the counterattack will be returned in the future.
Gao Yangcheng, here is the closest city from the Zixiao School. It is only a hundred miles away from the Zixiao School. Standing in the city, you can clearly see the magnificent mountain gate of the Zixiao School, and you can feel a burst of times.
The Qi Qi emanates from the Zixiao School, making people unable to think that it is a fairyland.
However, at this moment, Gao Yangcheng is no longer belonging to the Zixiao School, but is occupied by the Wood Palace, becoming the front base of the Wooden Palace to attack the Zixiao School.
At this moment, in the main house of the city of Gaoyang City, the wooden emperor Tianjun, wearing a black robe with a smile on his face, holding a cup of fragrant campaign, tasted.
He never thought that this time it would be so easy. The Zixiao School was like the small sects he had defeated before. Except for the battle above the border, it was almost completely defeated just after contact. What does it even perform so much that some ordinary practitioners are not as good.
And this is the biggest reason why the wooden palace can advance, but this does not make the wooden emperor Tianjun take it lightly. After all, it is fair. Being defeated, that's not the Zixiao faction.
The land, the population, the Zixiao school seemed to have lost a lot, but in fact, the main force was not lost, all of which were shrinking in the Zixiao School. If at this time, the wooden palace launched an offense, and it would definitely encounter the most intense resistance. At the time, there must be a heavy loss, and this situation is the most unwanted situation that Kim Emperor Tianjun does not want to see, so he stopped in Gaoyang City and wanted to find out the way to reduce the loss.
A burst of yin wind appeared in the house, blowing the tables and chairs, making the house a gruntering feeling, but the wooden emperor Tianjun had no change in the slightest. move.
"Senior Murong, it seems that you have come up with a way to deal with the Zixiao School!"
Kim Emperor Tianjun exported, although he was asking, but it was actually a positive tone. Suddenly, the smile on his face was even more prosperous. If Qin Tianzheng was helpless before, then there was Murong Yanyan’s from Murong Yan. After helping, Kim Emperor Tianjun found that everything became a bit different. The behemoth of the Zixiao School was not unable to overturn.
"In recent days, the old man has some experience, maybe it can help you with one arm." Murong Yan squinted his eyes. A sparse white hair was no different from ordinary mortals, and even a trace of death appeared from him. He is about to return to the market.
But people cannot look at it. This Murong Rongyan is not simple. He is the owner of the Murong family. He is proficient in "傀 但 但". He is also well -made. On the one hand, perhaps at the beginning, I may not know that the appearance in front of the eyes is not good.
"Come in!" Murong Yan said with a smile, and then patted with both hands. After a while, I saw a young man who came in. When I saw Muhuang Tianjun, he was very scared, and he took a few steps back.
However, this is not the point, but the man wearing the Zixiao clothes on this man, it is a disciple of the Zixiao School.
"What does the predecessor mean?" The emperor Tianjun didn't understand it. The man in front of him had no special specialty. It was an ordinary thunderbolt practitioner. No matter how he looked, there was no difference.
Is the key to saying that the crushing Zixiao faction lies in this man. The Kim Emperor Tianjun couldn't figure out what was going on, and there was a trace of doubt on his face.
"Tianjun, do you think this person is a living or a dead?" Murong Yan said with a smile, showing a confidence on his face.
"Said laughed, isn't this a living person? How can it be related to the deceased?" Kim Emperor Tianjun shook his head and used the cultivation of his immortal thunder. Naturally, he saw that the person in front of him was not just a living person.
And live well.
"Even Tianjun can't see it. It is successful to see the old trials of the prison!" Murong Yan waved his right hand, and a white light poured into the young man's body. In the moment, the young man who was still full of vibrant men appeared
There was a trace of blankness.
Subsequently, a strong death emerged from his body. When it was seen again, the man had become a corpse without the slightest life, which was extremely cold.
Jun was stunned, and he couldn't believe everything in front of him.
It is obviously a living person, but it has become a body in the blink of an eye. This is not to say that Murong Yan deprives the man's life, but because the man itself is dead, but it is just on the surface as covering the cover.
One layer of cloth made even the cultivation of the Kimo Emperor Junxian Lei. The person in front of him was clearly a dead man.
"How does the senior do it? I look at this person no matter whether it is pulse, heartbeat, or blood flow, it is no different from the average person. If it is not for my predecessors to confuse me, maybe I really think this is really a real one.
Live. "
The Kim Emperor Tianjun lamented that "感 木" is a very wonderful thunder that can turn the world's everything into its own puppet, just like the puppet of the line, and hold everything in the palm of your hand.
Huang Tianjun still has some unbelief, but now he believes, and at the same time, there is a trace of fear in his heart.
"This is only done by the old man all the way through countless experiments. The old man is confident. If such a puppet is placed in the Zixiao School, even the ancestor of Zixiao can not see it in front of him.
The slightest flaw. ""
"This is the most beautiful artwork, and it is also the most invincible force. If it is used well, the Zixiao School can even break without self -breaking."
Murong Yan is very confident, and the smile on his face has not diminished. It seems that he has seen the scene of the Zixiao School of Mountain Gate, and the scenes of countless wooden palace disciples poured into the Zixiao School.
"How many puppets are like this? I want to send all these puppets into the Zixiao School, so that they can cause civil strife in the Zixiao School, and to cooperate with the offense of my wooden palace."
As a strong period of Xianlei, just for a while, the wooden emperor Tianjun has remembered it. His face is full of excitement. If this idea can really be realized, then this time the Zixiao School can be much easier.
The wooden palace will also reduce a lot of losses.
"Tianjun, these puppets are made from the old husband with the died disciples of Zixiao. The identity is definitely not false.
Over the past, the Zixiao School is calling disciples from all over the place. If Tianjun takes this opportunity to send these puppets into the Zixiao School, then this measure can be achieved. "
Murong Yan said that the corner of the mouth could not help but get up.
"Okay, I followed what my predecessors said. In another ten days, my wooden palace waved the Zixiao School, so that this Zixiao Mountain became the inner mountain of my wooden palace. Since then, I have only owned the wooden palace."
The wooden emperor Tianjun laughed, clenched his right fist, and surprising glory appeared in his eyes.
"Rest assured, the old man had prepared a great gift for the Zixiao School, hoping that Zixiao's ancestor would like it!"
Murong Yan also laughed and smiled a little bit, but the Zixiao School, who was hundreds of miles away from here, knew nothing about it all.