"Rumble..."
At some point, this battlefield was covered with a thick layer of dark clouds, as if God felt the billions of hatred in Duan Yanqing's heart and cast some shadows.
And on the battlefield covered by dark clouds, a vague evil ghost Shura figure was slowly getting up from the mountain of corpses.
The appearance of the evil ghost Shura was extremely vague at first, but when the thunder struck down from the sky, the originally vague evil ghost Shura was actually slowly swallowing the flesh and blood piled up in the mountain of corpses.
In a daze, this evil ghost Shura seemed to have stepped out of the underworld, and the mountain of corpses that trapped Duan Yanqing became a sacrifice that summoned this evil ghost Shura?
In the sky, thunder roared continuously.
On the battlefield, both the soldiers and Duan Zhengming, who was sitting at the rear of the military formation, were all looking at the scene in the mountain of corpses in a daze.
This evil ghost Shura is covered with strange bloody lines. It seems to have sensed the great hatred in Duan Yanqing's heart. In front of countless people, it is gathering and absorbing the flesh and blood to turn it into one substance!
"Isn't Duan Yanqing's voice full of despair?"
"Why is this throbbing and oppressive feeling in my heart getting stronger and stronger?"
In the Dali Palace, Qiao Feng frowned more and more when he saw the dark clouds rolling up in the sky outside the city and the silver snakes flashing.
At this time, Qiao Feng instinctively felt that a strong sense of life and death crisis was spreading in his heart.
Not only him, but the Sunflower Ancestor beside Qiao Feng was also frowning, watching the dark clouds outside the city with Qiao Feng.
"Or something happened!"
Ancestor Sunflower's face was solemn, especially when he felt the heart that was almost beating out of his chest. Ancestor Sunflower couldn't help but have the idea of escape from Dali City.
"Is it possible that Duan Yanqing fully understands his true meaning?"
"The scene outside the city, or is it Duan Yanqing's vision after he realized the true meaning?"
Qiao Feng's heartbeat was beating non-stop at this moment. Not only Ancestor Sunflower, but even Qiao Feng, who had weathered strong winds and waves, couldn't help but have the thought of escaping in his heart at this moment.
It seemed as if, not far outside Dali City, something terrifying was being nurtured.
And when that terror is born, the world will be turned upside down in an instant, and even the earth will collapse!
"But even if I have martial intent, it shouldn't make me feel so urgent or even fearful, right?"
"I read the copy of Wu Yazi's Breakthrough to the Grandmaster Realm. Wu Yazi's true martial arts spirit is only found in mythology, like the martial arts spirit of Bei Ming Teng Kun Peng."
"However, even with such martial intent, I have never heard any Jianghu people say that when the martial intent arises, it will make people's hearts flutter!"
"There is also the flashing and roaring thunder outside Dali City..."
"Such a scene makes people imagine that there are monsters in the world, and God is sending down thunder to clear away the evil spirits in the world..."
Ancestor Sunflower frowned. As time passed little by little, the great fear not only did not diminish at all, but became more intense as time went by. It was so intense that the heart of a strong man like Ancestor Sunflower felt like it was being suppressed. A huge boulder!
"Perhaps Duan Yanqing's martial intention harms Tianhe?"
"Also, I still don't understand how it is possible for Yanqing's true energy to be so full?"
"I am already an innate sixth-level martial artist. Logically speaking, I should not be far from the master realm. According to my estimation, even if I become a master, Mo Yue will only be able to fight for half an hour before dying."
"But Duan Yanqing's true power is far more abundant than I expected..."
"Is it possible that the leap from innate to master is so great?"
At this time, Qiao Feng finally expressed the questions in his heart.
In fact, not only him, Patriarch Sunflower was also surprised by Duan Yanqing's abundance of true energy.
It's just that the two of them are not masters after all, and they have no way of knowing how abundant the master's true power is.
But looking at the appearance of Qiao Feng and Sunflower Ancestor at this moment, neither of them seems to have any intention of leaving?
This is not because they are greedy for life and fear death, but because Duan Shouhui and Qiao Feng said in their discussion that they must wait until Duan Yanqing's true power is almost exhausted before they, and even the martial arts warriors, take action.
Duan Shouhui's arrangements were so strict that he clearly had the intention of killing Duan Yanqing in the first battle.
There is an old saying that has been circulating in this land of Xia since ancient times.
Man’s calculation is worse than God’s calculation!
According to Duan Shouhui's idea, and if Sunflower Ancestor pointed out Duan Yanqing's weakness, Duan Yanqing should have been hit to death by an infantry tank like that.
But looking at the scene of the mountain of corpses on the battlefield outside Dali City, Zhengming felt a sense of confusion in his heart.
He was at a loss, could Duan Yanqing really be killed if he existed like this?
Even if he is killed, will this Yanqing really become the evil ghost Shura behind him, fighting back to the world from the realm of the dead?
It's not that Duan Zhengming is such a timid person, it's actually that everything he sees before him is beyond Duan Zhengming's understanding of the world in the past few decades!
After Duan Yanqing shouted such hateful words, visible to the naked eye, an evil Shura ghost was born on the corpse mountain!
This evil Shura ghost is three feet tall. I wonder if it is Duan Zhengming's illusion. As time goes by, the evil Shura ghost summoned by Duan Yanqing seems to be continuing to grow?
And the nourishment for the growth of Shura evil ghosts seems to be the mountain of corpses that Duan Shouhui prepared for Duan Yanqing?
"Martial intention..."
"This is my martial spirit!"
As the evil Shura ghost was born in the mountain of corpses, another hoarse, crazy voice resounded in the battlefield.
Apart from Duan Yanqing, who else on the entire battlefield could produce such a voice?
Duan Zhengming had not yet come out of the horrifying scene of witnessing the evil Shura ghost reborn into the human world. The next moment he saw it again. He saw that the evil Shura ghost was clearly dragging a series of broken limbs and breaking away the mountains of corpses. , protecting Duan Yanqing and walking out.
The corners of Duan Yanqing's mouth were still stained with blood, and Duan Yanqing suffered considerable internal injuries from the two collisions of the infantry chariot.
But Duan Yanqing was clearly laughing at this moment!
So many people died on this battlefield, so many corpses were displayed on this battlefield, and there was even a mountain of corpses witnessing the brutality of this real war. However, the smile on Duan Yanqing's face was so carefree, so ferocious!
Duan Zhengming just came to his senses from that horrifying scene. A moment later, he saw it again. He saw the evil ghost standing behind Duan Yanqing, which was 1.3 feet tall. It clearly outlined a line that was the same as Duan Yanqing's face. The ferocious smile!
When Duan Yanqing stooped and stepped forward, the evil ghost seemed to be Duan Yanqing's guardian spirit, following Duan Yanqing closely.
Not only that, but this evil ghost didn't know what kind of evil habit he had. When he reached out his hand, he actually picked up the bones on the mountain of corpses and shook his hand!
When the evil ghost stepped forward, a stinking wind swept across the battlefield. Soldiers standing closer could see clearly that the evil ghost behind Duan Yanqing was clearly chewing something in his mouth, and there was a scarlet color at the corner of his mouth. Flow down.
"not enough!"
"not enough!!!"
Duan Yanqing's eyes were now scarlet, and Duan Yanqing's eyes seemed to be twinkling faintly?
When Duan Yanqing spoke again in a hoarse voice, it sounded to human ears just like the murmur of the evil god, and even more like the unconscious murmur of a blind fool!
When Duan Zhengming's eyes collided with Duan Yanqing's scarlet eyes, Duan Zhengming could no longer suppress the fear in his heart.
At this moment, even if Duan Zhengming is a fool, he still knows what Duan Yanqing said is not enough.
"Evil..."
"Father, your words have come true..."
"Duan Yanqing has really turned into a demon..."
On the entire battlefield, Duan Yanqing's murmuring was the only thing left at this moment.
Whether it was the soldiers who had sacrificed their lives before or Duan Zhengming who was standing at the back of the military formation, they all had a clear understanding in their hearts.
When evil spirits are born, they need to eat flesh and blood!
And they are the flesh and blood that this evil ghost will eat raw when he is born!
"escape!!!"
When a person faces unknown terror, the brain cannot think, leaving only fear to dominate the body.
Seeing the evil ghost emerging from the mountain of corpses, the soldiers on the battlefield could no longer suppress their most instinctive fear of life, and no one would pay attention to the increasingly rapid drumming. These soldiers forgot everything at this moment, and only instinct controlled them to escape.
Every part of their bodies was screaming, warning, and reminding them to stay as far away from that part of Yanqing as possible.
Duan Zhengming also wanted to escape, but he didn't know whether Duan Zhengming was scared out of his wits, or Duan Zhengming still firmly remembered his responsibility. At this time, Duan Zhengming stood on the chariot at the end of the military formation. at every turn.
“Dong dong dong!!!”
The war drums roared. It turned out that at some point, the drummer had collapsed to the ground. Duan Zhengming took over the war drum in front of him and was beating the war drum in front of him himself!
He beat the war drum, which was the order to continue the charge. However, at this time, who on the battlefield dared to face the evil ghost?
The wind is roaring and the war drums are vast, but this place has completely turned into a hell from the realm of the human world!
Duan Yanqing carried the evil ghost behind him, his body seemed like a real ghost, reaping life on the battlefield.
He was no longer using the invisible sword energy of the Six Meridians Divine Sword. When an ordinary soldier ran away, his eyes would only see a flower, and the next moment a ferocious ghost face would appear in front of him.
When the ghost smiled ferociously, he stretched out his hand that looked like it was made of bones, tore the person into pieces and stuffed it into his mouth.
This evil ghost seems to be insatiable, and his belly seems to be a bottomless pit.
This is no longer a war, it has completely become a self-service feast for evil spirits.
But if you look carefully, you can see that it is not that the evil ghost is really eating people, but that after the evil ghost tore the soldier into pieces, it devoured all the blood and energy in the flesh and blood in a short period of time, leaving behind dry The bones were in place.
In fact, Duan Yanqing was unconscious at this moment, or in other words, he had completely become a beast and demon dominated by desire.
This evil ghost Shura was born because of him, but this evil ghost Shura in turn influenced Duan Yanqing.
The evil ghost appearance condensed purely from hatred only infinitely magnified the hatred in Duan Yanqing's heart.
Duan Yanqing only knew that he was going to kill someone. He only knew that the blood of this human body was the ultimate medicine for him.
His ferocious appearance was not an act by himself, but was the most clearly expressed on Duan Yanqing's face when his hatred was condensed to the extreme unconsciously.
The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and the electric snakes are dancing more and more crazily, as if God cannot see such an evil scene at this moment.
But the thunder in the dark clouds in the sky never landed, and Duan Yanqing was allowed to stage such a hellish scene in the human world.
I don't know when, but the mournful and wailing sounds on the battlefield slowly faded away, and in the end, all that was left was the still solemn and majestic roar of war drums.
I don’t know when the dark clouds in the sky finally started to rain heavily.
What's even more strange is that this heavy rain only flooded the area around Dali City, but there was no sign of heavy rain in the areas farther away.
In such a heavy rain, Duan Yanqing seemed to be slowly regaining his sanity. When Duan Yanqing saw the hellish tragedy in front of him, even Duan Yanqing couldn't help but feel a little flutter in his heart.
When Duan Yanqing looked back, all he could see was a ghostly face smiling ferociously at him.
In this extremely crazy killing, the evil ghost form that was originally only 1.3 feet tall grew to 1.8 feet tall!
When Duan Yanqing felt the True Gang in his body again, he clearly felt that the True Gang in his body was also stained with blood red, as if his True Gang was forged in this boundless sea of blood!
Thunder still roared between heaven and earth. Along with the thunder, there was a figure on a high platform beating a drum vigorously.
On the east wall, Duan Shouhui and Duan Zhengchun were standing there, but they could only see the hellish scene below the city, and Duan Zhengming alone was beating drums in the heavy rain.
Duan Zhengchun pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something more.
But when he turned around and saw Duan Shouhui's face, Duan Zhengchun looked at Duan Zhengming under the city, his eyes slowly turning red.
In addition to Duan Zhengchun and Duan Shouhui, there were clearly thousands of soldiers and martial arts warriors standing on the east wall.
No one asked why Duan Zhengming didn't enter the city. They just stared quietly, like a sculpture, at Duan Zhengming who was beating drums and shouting below, and then at Duan Yanqing who was soaked in blood rain.
"If you enter the city, you can still survive!"
"What kind of heroic drama do you want to stay here?"
Duan Yanqing's body erratically reached the high platform of the chariot.
I don’t know what Duan Yanqing was thinking. When he looked at Duan Zhengming in front of him, he opened his mouth to remind him that Duan Zhengming could survive entering the city.
But Duan Zhengming ignored Duan Yanqing's words and continued to beat the drum vigorously, as if he wanted to use the last strength of his body to turn into the sound of drums to commemorate the dead and wounded soldiers in the war.
"Do you think that if you enter the city, I will also enter the city?"
Duan Yanqing twisted his neck. His voice was no longer as hoarse as before, but rather gentle.
If you just listen to Duan Yanqing's voice, you can even picture the appearance of Mr. Mo Shang in your mind.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Duan Zhengming listened to Duan Yanqing's words without any response, and continued to beat the war drum in front of him with all his strength.
At this moment, Duan Zhengming's drumbeat slowly changes from tragic to passionate and impassioned. What does it seem to be reflecting?
Duan Yanqing listened to the increasingly exciting drumbeats, turned his head sharply to look at Duan Zhengming in front of him, and finally noticed something was wrong.
However.
"You can't leave anymore..."
I’ve caught up, I’ve caught up, I haven’t changed it yet…
(End of chapter)
