Following the girl's move, Maitreya sneaked out again at some point and stood in the distance, looking at the battle situation with a bit of expectation.
Zhao Hai, on the other hand, stood on the city wall with his hands behind his back, looking calm and calm.
It's like...
These are just small scenes in front of you, and you don't even need to take action yourself.
Of course, I can't say exactly what happened.
Now...
I can only hope that what Zhang Ziliang said on that bastard note will be fine.
But speaking of it, compared to before falling asleep, the scene in front of him was really only a small scene for the Heavenly Court back then.
He had seen with his own eyes, one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, twenty-four star kings, and three six emperors, all taking action together.
That scene is still unforgettable.
With a proud smile, the girl stood at the back and looked down at Zhao Hai, full of joy!
Once upon a time, Zhao Hai, a bastard, was in heaven, suppressing her all the time.
Even though she was the king's personal maid, this guy didn't give her any respect.
At certain moments, girls even doubt life.
but now.
Under his own meticulous planning, Li Changgeng, who was known for his wisdom, finally died at his own hands.
This comfortable feeling makes girls sink into it and cannot extricate themselves.
The door to the capital... suddenly opened.
One by one, the superpowers wearing the uniform uniforms of Tianzhu walked out silently.
For those star kings and arhats, they are not even cannon fodder.
But these heavenly soldiers...
If they can't stop it, there's no point in existing.
The real war begins.
Different from the confrontation between high-end combat forces, this kind of battle with accumulated numbers is more bloody.
Unless the strength is so strong that it defies heaven.
Personal prowess really doesn't matter in this situation.
Three awakenings, four awakenings, if compared individually, there may be a huge difference.
But thrown into the center of the battlefield, I'm really not sure who can survive longer.
Even luck plays a big part.
The entire space was filled with brutal energy fluctuations. Even though the ghostly aura caused by their deaths attracted the surrounding ghosts, they could not enter this space.
...
In the distance, a young man wearing a monk's robe slowly appeared. He was silent and carrying a huge black backpack without saying a word. He joined the battlefield without any hesitation.
After reviving Yongye three times, Mao Yongan thought for a long time about how to quickly improve his strength.
Are the so-called treasures really that important to me?
Are you sacrificing your strengths and pursuing your weaknesses?
Wang Ye only has one person and one sword, but he can roam the wasteland without any scruples. His strength is getting stronger and stronger, but he... is standing still.
Eventually, he came to a conclusion.
Wang Ye's improvement in realm was achieved through life and death battles.
And this is on the premise that there are no foreign objects.
What Wang Ye can do, he, Mao Yongan, can do the same.
This led to the scene before us.
Perhaps after experiencing the baptism of war, he, Mao Yongan, will be reborn and rise from then on to become the true pillar of the younger generation of Taoism, and is expected to surpass the existence of Taozu in the future.
When...
Beating Wang Ye may no longer be just a simple dream.
The supernatural items snatched away by Wang Ye will also return to his pockets.
He's enlightened!
He even gave up the idea of finding treasures in three eternal nights.
…
Wasteland.
On the way back to Beijing.
Wang Ye sneaked into a dilapidated Taoist temple. After a while, he walked out with a somewhat damaged whisk in his hand.
"Damn it, forget about being poor!"
Wang Ye looked at the whisk with only some energy fluctuations left in his hand and cursed!
Whose Taoist temple is built in the wilderness?
He thought he could take out a big one!
If he really touches a few good things, his strength might become even stronger!
certainly...
These are things Mao Yongan doesn't know.
With some regret, Wang Ye finally put the whisk away and continued towards Shangjing.
…
Blood.
Blood everywhere.
Even some ghosts finally couldn't bear the restlessness in their hearts and joined the battlefield.
After all, these investigators in the Tian group were promoted too quickly.
Even if they are not afraid of death, the mortality rate is still higher than that of these heavenly soldiers.
Even from the beginning to the end, the five star kings in the sky had no idea of ending.
After the fall of Emperor Changsheng, Heavenly Court finally became much more cautious.
But after realizing his disadvantages.
The investigators immediately changed their tactics.
A young man in his early twenties gritted his teeth, threw away the weapon in his hand, hugged the heavenly soldier in front of him, roared, rushed into the crowd, and exploded.
Under this energy fluctuation, the two heavenly soldiers were caught off guard and were directly shattered by the aftermath of the self-destruction.
After seeing the effect, a group of investigators seemed to have found a breakthrough and followed suit.
Waves of roaring sounds continued to sound on the battlefield.
One after another.
There was even a little urgency in his voice.
Because they did a rough calculation and based on the comparison of the number of people on both sides and the effects of the self-destruction, the investigators...
At least a hundred people can survive.
If you blow yourself up early, you will free up a spot for others.
At first, Mao Yongan was still the main force on the battlefield. The jade pendant hanging around his waist emitted a soft light, shrouding him, and he kept throwing talismans one after another.
But until...
The self-destruction begins.
In just one minute, those heavenly soldiers didn't even have time to react.
The battlefield... is empty.
There were corpses and blood all over the ground.
and more than a hundred surviving investigators.
There were no surprises or shouts. The entire battlefield became silent and extremely quiet in just one minute.
Even the ghosts that were attracted by the ghost energy and rushed in turned into pieces of corpses, squirming on the ground.
The surviving investigators did not speak, and methodically searched for the remains of their comrades on the battlefield, either on their backs or in their pockets.
Because in some cases, only stumps are left.
This sudden change made Mao Yongan silent.
He didn't speak, just felt all this silently, and his state of mind changed again silently.
this...
Why.
Is life so worthless in this situation?
On Daomen Mountain, the ancestor once said that the world is complex and full of dust.
Your innocent heart should be constantly baptized on the mountain.
But for some reason, Mao Yongan suddenly felt at this moment that the peaceful years on the mountain were far less shocking than the blood coming here.
Ancestors...
wrong.
He took a deep breath, opened his black backpack, and repeated the actions of the investigators, collecting the bodies.
