"Well, what do you mean?" Jun Moye was shocked and asked hurriedly.
"It's just a sudden feeling. It's here that the first young master of Jiuyou that day raised his hand and rose an extremely magnificent peak!" Jiuyou Fourteenth young master pointed to the earth under his feet and said silently: "He
It also creates a seal with immeasurable power, even if it is ten thousand years later, the semi-saints and powerful people of the alien race cannot pass it. What a great magical power this is?"
He smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "My Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master has always been called the world's number one master... Haha, now I know that the six words "The world's number one master" have always been like the most
A loud slap in the face is always slapping myself in the face! What qualifications do I have to occupy the position of the world's number one master? The frog in the well has never truly known the vastness of the world!"
"A semi-saint, I still need a long battle to win it. But the No. 1 young master of Jiuyou only needs one seal, which lasts for thousands of years! Even until now, it can continue to seal, a permanent seal
Go down…”
The fourteenth young man from Jiuyou sighed and suddenly stopped talking and never spoke again. However, the loneliness and yearning between his expressions were thick, as if he wanted to condense into substance.
"What do you mean is that you are staying here to comprehend the great way? I hope you can pursue the realm of the No. 1 young man in the Nine Nethers?!" Jun Moye asked softly after being silent for a long time.
"That's right." The 14th Young Master Jiuyou walked in the void for two steps and said deeply: "With your and my cultivation, if you go to the mainland, it will be like fighting with an ordinary person... Then
How boring, even more boring!”
"Only here can there be traces of the highest achievement of my Jiuyou clan!" The Fourteenth Young Master Jiuyou looked at the ground under his feet with emotion, then raised his head for a while, and silently said: "As long as I stay here, I can always do it.
Feel the gap between myself and my predecessors! This place will become the biggest source of motivation for me to enter the supreme Taoist path... Otherwise, if I go out and fight to death, it would be just like that."
"However, you seem to have overlooked one thing." Jun Moye said: "You need to deal with the immortal monster of Zhan Kuang! Now Gu Han has fallen. Do you want me to deal with Zhan alone and do you want me to fight Zhan alone?
Can't that pervert be crazy?"
"Isn't you the best skill to deal with perverts? With your current cultivation level, plus your strange means... it is definitely not difficult to deal with war madman! I don't think there will be any problem!" Jiuyou Ten
The fourth young master laughed and said, "Why bother to get me involved?"
"Well, since you have decided, I won't force it anymore." Jun Moye lowered his head and then raised: "But, if you suddenly want to go out for a walk, you must go to Tiannan Xiejun
The mansion is here. At that time, I can have a good drink with you. Since we met, we have never had a good chance to have a good drink! I am looking forward to that day."
The 14th Young Master Jiuyou laughed, but didn't say anything. Looking at this, he really didn't want to come out again.
"I won't force you." Jun Moye said: "However, after this war, I am going to send masters to the south of Tianzhu Mountain to completely wipe out the remnants of the aliens. If they can't do anything, you still need to take action.
Please help me, please don't refuse."
The 14th Young Master Jiuyou said: "This is natural. At that time, even if you don't send someone in, I will slowly kill this evil race completely. Such a disgusting race should not exist in this world.
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"That's good! Just one word is determined!" Jun Moye smiled relievedly.
"You go. Although the leaders of the alien race are completely destroyed, I am afraid there are still many things to deal with." The fourteenth young master of Jiuyou turned his back and stood in the void, with white clouds and flowing winds coming from him.
As he passed by, his eyes were floating like white clouds.
Jun Moye smiled slightly and said, "I suddenly heard you say that I will part today. I am afraid that I will never see you again. I will naturally feel a little sad. I remember you said before that you want to fight me. Why, I won't fight anymore? I'm
Looking forward to this battle!”
"If you don't use your methods of water, fire, lightning, and wind, even if you make a breakthrough, you are still no match for me, and even those two powerful aliens, you may not be able to win."
The 14th Young Master Jiuyou said quietly: "But won't you use your strange means?! The conclusion is very simple, fighting with you is boring! Since it is a boring battle, it's better not to fight."
"It's so boring, it's better not to fight!" Jun Moye laughed and clasped his fists: "Since that's the case, fourteenth brother, Jun Moye will say goodbye!"
The 14th Young Master Jiuyou smiled faintly and waved his hand. The black figure fell from the air like a meteorite. In a flash, it disappeared among countless rocks and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Before he left, he actually returned.
Nothing was said.
Jun Moye sighed, but he knew that if he parted today, there might be no more time to meet again in the future. Although he was happy for the pursuit of Tao by the 14th Master of Nine Netherworlds, he really felt a little sad.
It seems to be the sorrow of parting, but it is all in confusion...
With a leisurely sound of swords, the yellow blood appeared in the air, and a sword light like a shocking rainbow danced in the air, which lasted for a long time.
Then, the Yanhuang Blood-Stormed Flying around like a thunder, came to Jun Moye's feet, and lifted him up. Jun Moye finally clasped his fists to the residual body of Tianzhu Mountain below, and silently recited in his heart:
treasure.
With a sword roar, the blood of the flames rose into the sky, radiating the clouds and controlling the lightning, and passing through the sky.
After he left, a figure in black appeared from the rocks and rose into the air. Looking at the dazzling sword light that was leaving, he sighed faintly.
A faint voice said: "Take care!"
Then the figure in black flashed, sank into the rocks again, and never appeared again...
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When Jun Moye returned, the war not only had come to an end, but the entire battlefield had even been basically cleaned. After this battle, millions of aliens were wiped out and all the troops were wiped out! On the mainland, it can be said to be a brilliant big
Win!
But there were tens of thousands of warriors who had been buried here forever, and some even had no bones left... The people who belonged to the three holy places also became heroic in this war!
Even among the mainland reinforcements that arrived later, there were tens of thousands of casualties!
In this battle, the losses on the Xuanxuan Continent are extremely heavy!
Especially with the fall of a large number of high-end mysterious masters in this battle, the vitality of the entire continent may not be able to recover for decades or hundreds of years...
On the battlefield, there was a sad cloud of mist and the smell of blood was pungent.
The bleak autumn wind whistles by, it’s already autumn...
Looking at the devastation after the war, Jun Moye was speechless for a long time.
In this battle, there are so many heroes who are buried here. After this battle, how many orphans and widows will be added to the entire continent? These orphans and widows are all to protect the future of the Xuanxuan Continent and the peace of humanity.
, Will their future lives be smooth? Will they not be bullied? Can they be treated fairly enough?
In this battle, how many helmsmen of the court and opposition families fell? Will their fall lead to the decline or even the destruction of the family they led?
At this moment, Jun Moye suddenly remembered a poem that Jun Wuhui had read that day, and couldn't help but recite it gently: "The war is full of smoke and flags, and thousands of horses and thousands of troops are rolling in; when will the swords and weapons be known on the battlefield, and from now on, men will never be able to do so.
Say sad!”
At this moment, Jun Moye suddenly understood Jun Wuhui's mood when he wrote this poem that day!
This generation of military god, a legendary myth that lasts forever, was undoubtedly tragic, but also extremely helpless.
The war is full of smoke and flags, and thousands of horses and thousands of troops are rolling in.
This sentence seems to be incredible, but there are blood and tears hidden behind it. Who can truly understand it if the person involved is wrong? Thousands of horses and thousands of troops are coming, how many people have returned from wars in ancient times? How many people can finally return safely?
When will the battlefield be familiar with the war? From now on, men will never feel sad!
It also expresses the sincere disgust of this mainland army god for war!
Jun Moye achieved his battle today, hoping that this continent will be in front of this Tianzhu Mountain
——From now on, men will not be mournful!
From then on, there will be no need for any battle to seize the sky!
Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots once and for all!
Jun Moye stood up sadly, facing the blood mist that was still rising from the entire battlefield, and he remained silent for a long time.
Jun Wuyi, Dugu Zongheng, Murong Fengyun, Mei Xueyan and other leaders have all completed their troops. They are checking the specific losses after the war, everyone's faces, and the joy of surviving the disaster, are all sincere.
The heavy sadness.
Jun Moye sighed, waved his hand, and took the lead in returning to the tent.
Immediately, Mei Xueyan and others entered the tent one after another.
"What's the result? How much is our loss...?" Jun Moye said in a stern voice: "How many brothers... sacrificed their lives in this battle?"
Jun Moye was eager to know, but he was a little afraid to know that Jun Moye was a human being in two lives, and he was rarely afraid of being a "fear" in two lives. But at this moment, Jun Moye, who was brave, was really afraid, afraid of knowing that heavy
Answer!
"The war ended, the vanguard of the Heavenly Punishment, the eight saints died, and the Eagle King fell. Five thousand Eagle warriors, none of them survived. More than three thousand warriors from the Bear Clan were killed in battle. Five thousand warriors from the Crane Clan died in battle. Five thousand warriors from the Crane Clan died in battle.
More than two thousand people, two thousand people died in the Diao tribe, the Peng tribe suffered heavy casualties, and five thousand soldiers died in the battle of 4,300. The tiger tribe died in the battle of 1,500..." Mei Xueyan's expression was filled with deep sadness, and she was dull.
He said: "The last one who participated in the battle...Peng King died in battle! Yun Biechen, the head of the eight supreme emperors, died in battle! The blue supreme dreamed of Hongchen, the supreme emperor Wentian, Mo Wentian... all confirmed to be killed in battle!..."
"In addition, Qiao Ying is the only one who participated in the war in the three holy places now!"
Jun Moye sighed deeply, feeling the turbulent and stirred up trouble in his heart.
The heavy losses in this battle are really far beyond everyone's expectations!