The night is as black as ink.
Huh~huh~huh~
On the desert, a hurricane like a black dragon rolled up the sand, and with a whistling sound like a knife, it moved towards Sun Cicada Valley at a terrifying speed.
Wherever the black tornado passes, it destroys everything. Whether it is desert sand, oases, or water sources, they can only become part of the wind and sand, gradually dyeing the already gloomy night with an ominous black layer. .
Between the tornado and Sun Cicada Valley, above an open space that should have been empty, a few drops of thick "ink" strangely dripped from the void.
Tick tock…tick tock…tick tock…
The ink gathered into a small black puddle on the desert. The puddle was as thick as asphalt, with traces of black breath steaming from it.
Tick tock!
The strange "ink" dripping from the void dropped its last drop and stopped in mid-air.
On the thick black puddle, a "human figure" suddenly bulged out. Asphalt-like ink covered the surface of the "human figure" body like a thin film. He reached out and struggled to tear open the film, and walked out of the puddle.
He stepped out of the puddle, and where the soles of his feet came into contact with the thick water, something sticky seemed to be picked up. The black lake ground squirmed under the feet of the "human figure", and "they" greedily wanted to stick to the soles of the human figure's feet. , like tentacles as thin as a hair. But the figure walked quickly, leaving the strange sticky substance behind.
The "human figure" stretched out his hand. There were no facial features on Namohu's face. He looked down at his palm.
"Gongsun Mo..."
The figure whispered Gongsun Mo's name.
"What a great Gongsun Mo."
"If Lou Mengkong hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have even been able to notice that you were able to draw such a shocking 'unique' painting."
While muttering to himself, the tornado behind him that covered the sky and the moon passed through the figure, but it did not move the figure at all, as if there was nothing there.
"In the not too distant future, you will secretly take away a fragment of my soul, and use the 'resentment' in your heart to draw my illusory body... I am just a 'thought body' drawn by your own hands. But this also means that I am planning this for a hundred years..."
"It's done!"
"I'm going to use this strategy to ensure that the world will enjoy another hundred years of peace!"
The surrounding darkness suddenly twisted and collapsed, like a folded canvas, squeezing crazily towards the figure.
The collapsed space was torn apart by figures appearing out of thin air in the blink of an eye.
The sound lingers.
"This is outside the 'canvas', I shouldn't appear here."
"It's a pity... I wanted to see with my own eyes the scene of constant darkness that you personally described. No, I must have seen it 'already'!"
"Weird people and strange people are all 'evil things'. They will be attracted to each other under the guidance of 'weird things' and follow the 'weird way of heaven'. This is fate, our fate."
"Because there are so many 'human pillars' gathered here! That's why you can survive."
Phew~
Outside the "canvas", a strong wind blew past, turning everything into nothingness.
…
Over the enemy camp.
The knights walked with light steps on the seemingly fragile blood line.
Hundreds of blood lines are connected to Gongsun Mo.
Everyone stepped on one, and a huge spider web seemed to grow out of thin air over the enemy camp, and the knights became spider-like knights climbing on the spider web.
Xie Yunliu was right.
The armies of the Western Regions were ready and the town was empty. Whether it was a night attack or a force attack, there was only one way to die.
But with the help of the great painter Gongsun's strange magic skills, the martial arts knights stepped on the long-lost Qinggong and descended from the sky like magic soldiers descending from the sky - this was an air raid!
"Dog thief! Give me back the Sword Hidden Mountain!"
The former best master in the world is now just an unknown fishing old man, Dugu Yibai. Like a wild goose, he fell from the sky. When he fell, he happened to ride on the shoulder of a soldier from the Western Regions on duty. There was a "stuck" sound, and it was unlucky. The soldier's straight waist suddenly bent and broke, and he fell to the ground screaming in agony.
"Hehehe! Dog thieves should all die!"
I saw the fisherman swinging his fishing rod, and in an instant, sword energy was everywhere in the military camp. Dozens of military tents were torn to pieces. Hundreds of soldiers who were affected by the sword energy fell to the ground with their heads, and their blood was sprinkled in the night sky!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The trumpet sounded.
"Uuuuuu——"
The fisherman rushes into the enemy formation and is unstoppable.
In an instant, the military camp fell into chaos. The soldiers who ran out of various military tents looked around. There was nothing in front of the military camp. There was no cry. Where could the enemy attack? The general came out of a remote military tent with his trousers half-laid up, holding a beauty from the Half-Luxe Realm, Suna. As soon as he came out, he saw that the military camp was empty. A group of soldiers were in disorder. There was not even a shadow of the opponent's army. Where was the enemy? Attack? The disturbed general was about to curse when a sneer came from above his head.
"Looking at this coward... he looks like an enemy general?"
"It must be him! Only a general would dare to sleep with a woman on the front line."
"Bah! I don't dare to fart!"
"So you're not a good general! Come back with me and become the leader of a warlord! Hahaha!"
"Old Chu, are you deliberately looking for trouble at this time?"
"Then let's talk about it later! Anyway, this time... it's a coincidence!"
"Hey! What a coincidence!"
The conversation between the two people was getting closer and closer overhead. The Western Region general looked up in horror. The next second he couldn't help but open his mouth wide. He was shocked to see a bald man and another rough man with a beard falling from the sky.
"kill!"
"kill!"
The two men fell from the sky and slapped the general's head with their palms at the same time. The head that had received the full force of the two palms was crushed to death, and the eyes were squeezed out from the eye sockets at the same time.
"The enemy general is dead!" A bloodthirsty smile appeared on Chu Chengfeng's face, he licked his lower lip, unscrewed the deformed head and raised it high.
"Let's go! I don't kill women!"
Xie Yunliu glared angrily and pointed at the woman from the Western Region who was stunned and peed in a puddle.
When Xiao Buping reached middle age, he had already gained weight. But his lightness skills are not inferior to those of the past, and he flies like a nimble fat man. I saw him stepping on the heads of the soldiers one after another, flicking his fan, and countless steel needles shook out. The soldier who was hit by the needle looked fine, blinked, twitched and fell down - the steel needle was poisonous.
"Chu Lang, be careful!" Wen Shishan, who was already a mother, stabbed Chu Chengfeng behind with her sword and shot down an arrow. She angrily yelled at Chu Chengfeng: "Kill him, kill him, what are you doing with a dead head! He was almost plotted!"
"You woman, you know nothing!" Chu Chengfeng threw the broken head aside: "In war, beheading an enemy general can suppress the enemy's morale!"
"What Lao Chu said makes sense!" Xie Yunliu spoke very fast, and in the blink of an eye he flew into the chaos. He said while killing, "The enemy has demoralized the army! We can win!"
More and more knights descended from the sky and entered the battlefield.
First, they encountered an air attack, and then the leader was killed, leaving the soldiers without a leader. Many soldiers were even still sleeping, and their heads were chopped off by the knights who attacked at night, and they died in their sleep.
But an army of ten thousand people is an army of ten thousand people after all. Even if it is chaos, it will take a lot of effort to kill them all. Chu Chengfeng and Wen Shishan nimbly dodged the random arrows, their backs pressed together, and they charged down one round. Their faces were stained with a lot of enemy blood.
Wen Shishan felt the warmth behind her husband's back, breathed for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Chu Lang, when I go back, I want to give you another son of the Chu family. Good things come in pairs."
"Live!" Chu Chengfeng said viciously: "Live to death! If you don't give me a fucking litter, I'm worried about you!"
Chu Chengfeng's long sword was unsheathed. The two swords pointed at each other, and the rotating sword energy spread across the wild.
Not far away, Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng took out a pair of rusty iron claws and scratched several people to death. He looked back and couldn't help but sigh: "The long-lost sword for adulterers and adulterers has come back to the world! What a sword! Good!" Sword! What a sword!”
Another place.
Cheng Xiao walked on the street and stepped over a field of mutilated corpses. The horrified soldiers in front witnessed with their own eyes Cheng Xiao's actions when killing people. He raised the knife in his hand and dropped it, raised the knife in his hand and dropped it, and dropped the knife in his hand. There was almost no pause, as if he was killing a chicken and a cow, killing the general with such ease and ease. Their courage was frightened.
On the ground, the blood of the corpse continued to flow, gathering into a stream, and finally flowing into the cracks in the ground. Not long after, behind Cheng Xiao, the road he walked was unknowingly dyed with a strange dark red color. .
Cheng Xiao didn't notice this bloody scene. He only saw the knife and the living people.
The soldiers stood in a line with their spears raised. It was clear that there was only one person on the other side, but none of them dared to step forward and kept retreating tremblingly.
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Cheng Xiao smiled slightly, went up to kill him, and raised the knife in his hand.
The knife he held in his hand was clearly the one Gongsun Mo had cut off with his palm, but... the knife was intact.
…
"Woo——"
From the west behind the enemy's rear, there was a rapid blast of trumpets.
In the dark night, a dozen people rode war camels and rushed toward Richan Valley at high speed. The sound of horns was heard as the knights launched an air raid.
The leader is a tall man with thick and long arms. The most peculiar thing was his arm, which was two meters long, trailing behind him and twisting strangely. Snapped! The black war camel under him could not bear the heavy load, and fell down while running and foaming at the mouth.
"Waste! Waste! Waste!"
The tall man was thrown off his hunchback, roared forward and opened his mouth wide, biting the flesh and blood of the camel. His crazy posture was like a beast in human form. The team behind him who was responsible for escorting him had never seen such a battle. After being stunned for a while, they were so frightened that they fled in all directions, crying for their parents and running around, for fear that the man would go crazy and eat them together.
After eating a meal, the war camel had long since lost its sound. The two humps on its back were full of pits and flesh. The man sat back on the camel, and something strange happened. The war camel with pale eyes stood up staggeringly again. The man clamped his legs, and his feet actually stepped into the camel's flesh and bones. From a distance, one person and one person stood up. The camels seemed to be connected together.
Looking up, the man's eyes were dark, looking towards the blazing fire in the distance, like a black lightning flashing towards that place, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
The darkness around him crazily squeezed into the man, squeezing faster and faster. The war camel stepped forward, and the bodies of the man and the camel flickered. For a moment, it seemed like an illusion, and it was unclear whether it was real or fake.
…
call! call! call!
On the Sun Cicada Valley, the wind was howling outside. Looking towards the desert, the black tornado was like a high black wall that ran through the sky and the earth. Just looking at it gave people an incomparable awe that could destroy everything.
After the knights fought out, the hundred-man army brought by Xie Yunliu took advantage of the situation to charge, attacking from inside and outside. The Western Region army had already been in chaos, and many of them were killed. Half an hour had passed by now, and rich blood floated from that place. Screams, shouts, the sound of weapons clashing, cries, roars of mourning, laughter... all kinds of sounds mixed into a hollow melody.
Xie Luohe squatted on the ground in pain and covered his ears hard.
Only then did Zheng Xiu regain his breath. He turned around and saw his wife in such pain. When he stepped forward to look, he found that black blood was flowing out of Xie Luohe's ears, his eyes were closed tightly, and his whole body was shaking violently.
"Madam! Madam!"
Zheng Xiu anxiously called "Madam", but Xie Luohe remained unmoved, as if he couldn't hear him. When Zheng Xiu called out "Xie Luohe" for the last time, Xie Luohe's delicate body trembled and weakened, and veins appeared on her forehead, as if trying to suppress the pain, pointing to the depths of the battlefield: "Don't...can't kill anymore!"
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this.
He suddenly raised his head and headed out of the valley. The wind was howling outside and the storm had stopped, but there was no wind in the valley. What blocks the wind and sand?
For a moment, Zheng Xiu's hands and feet were cold, and he pursed his lips and looked at the battlefield. The knights were already red-eyed, and most of the tens of thousands of troops in the Western Region were dead. There was only a red patch there, and the blood flowed all over the ground in an exaggerated way. It was like rivers on the battlefield, twisting together with the flesh and blood into bunches of terrifying sand streams. Viewed from a height, the entire battlefield now looks like a huge meat grinder. The flashing light of the knife is like the blade of the meat grinder, and the flowing blood is like a huge piece of meat, rolling with the blade. , creating a scene of purgatory on earth.
They bled more than imagined, and the flesh of the dead looked more alive than imagined.
"Xieluohe, you stay here!"
Zheng Xiu seemed to have a flash of lightning in his mind, and the familiar scene in front of him suddenly woke him up. Before Xie Luohe could answer, Zheng Xiu drew a big bird, rode on his back, and flew towards the battlefield.
"I understand! But it's still too late! At least, I'll bring the monk... Xie Yunliu out!"
On the big bird, Zheng Xiu looked back at his wife and said decisively, half fiercely and half pleadingly: "You must not go there!"
Xie Luohe nodded silently, watching her husband of ten years leave. Just as she was about to stand up, her feet went weak and she knelt on the ground again. A faint sigh sounded in her mind: "Who am I?"
…
Gongsun Mo will not die. Zheng Xiu rode the big bird and flew towards the battlefield, convinced of this in his heart. Whether he is Zheng Xiu or Gongsun Mo, he has not yet painted the "cannibal painting" that caused all this, and he has not yet painted that ghost painting that has been handed down from generation to generation, so there is no way he will die here.
Zheng Xiu arrived at the height of the battlefield in a blink of an eye. The town had already been covered with a shallow layer of blood. The knights frantically stepped on the blood and fought in the military formation. Zheng Xiu was frightened by their crazy expressions. Zheng Xiu landed on the ground, and the river of blood on the ground began to flow. There were layers of ink-colored light and shadow floating on the corpse on the ground.
The ground cracked silently, and quicksand poured out from the ground, mixing with flesh and blood.
boom!
There was a sudden vibration not far away, and the bodies around Zheng Xiu were bounced up a few inches, as if they had been killed. Zheng Xiu followed the vibration and saw a half-human, half-camel monster rushing into the battlefield dragging an arm several meters long.
Half of his face was as ferocious as a ghost, and his long fangs were stained with blood foam and broken bones. I saw others hunched together, and after one foot fell and trampled several people to death, the long arms expanded sharply, and the squirming flesh turned into a spear with both strength and softness, which penetrated the battlefield.
In an instant, on the battlefield, regardless of friend or foe, the knights and soldiers from the Western Regions were strung together by the flesh and blood spears, rolled up into the sky, and died miserably.
"Aturu!"
Even though Atulu had changed into this posture of neither human nor ghost, Zheng Xiu still recognized him at a glance.
After Arturu entered the battlefield, this terrifying gesture made the knights and the still living soldiers from the Western Regions stunned. However, after a moment of dead silence, the soldiers from the Western Regions who had been killed long ago did not react to Arturu's appearance. To boost morale, he was so frightened that he ran away like shit. However, the knights became red-eyed and raised their swords to kill him regardless of risk.
The one who attracted the most attention was Cheng Xiao. He walked out silently. His long knife seemed to be alive, greedily sucking the blood from the ground, and instantly became red and hot, emitting terrible smoke.
When Zheng Xiu paused for a moment due to Atulu's tyranny, a figure flew out from the corner and moved away.
Zheng Xiu narrowed his eyes.
It is Lou Mengkong, the secret factory admiral of this world, who is also Fan Yao!
"Want to run?"
Zheng Xiu smiled coldly, letting his eyes become tainted with madness. He cut his wrist and blood surged wildly. He skillfully shot out a "birdcage" and Zheng Xiu chased Fan Yao.
