"explain."
Yang Gang said.
"The woman from Zhenbao Pavilion woke up last night." Jiang Jiang said quietly.
"What did she say?"
Yang Gang asked quietly without looking back.
"She didn't say anything. She seems... to have some memory problems." Jiang Jiang replied.
"Is there something wrong with my memory?"
Yang Gang frowned slightly.
After a long while, he finally said nothing more.
Another day and night.
The creatures of the East China Sea tribe were like moths flying towards the flame without stopping, and the shouts of killing in the sea and sky never stopped for a moment.
Yang Gang supervised the Chinese army and issued orders one after another.
This battle.
It was not only a test for him by Great Zhou, but also a test for him by Great Zhou's heavenly soldiers.
He really wanted to know whether a mere hundred thousand heavenly soldiers could suppress the East China Sea, which had a combat power of tens of millions.
Another day and night.
After three days and three nights of continuous fighting, both sides were exhausted.
finally--
"retreat!"
A fearless roar came from the bottom of the sea.
'Woooooo~~'
The shrill sound of the horn spread throughout the East China Sea.
Millions of aquatics receded like the tide, leaving only pieces of corpses piled on the sea.
"Coach, do you want to give chase?"
A fighting god will fall from the sky, holding a weapon and clasping his fists and asking.
"Recuperate. One day later, continue to invite battle!"
Yang Gang rubbed his eyebrows and closed his eyes.
"yes."
The sky and the earth were dark.
The moonlight was hidden in the dark clouds, as if it did not dare to illuminate this bloody sea.
And many forces in the entire Three Realms were also shocked by the powerful military strength of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
At the same time, he was also surprised by Yang Gang's ability to command troops.
The night was as dark as water, with dark clouds covering the sky.
"it's dark."
Yang Gang quietly looked at the deep sea in the night, and suddenly asked: "Jiang Jiang went to see Su Ji?"
"yes."
Hanxiang said softly.
"Aunt~~"
"Um?"
Han Xiang's expression moved slightly, wondering why Yang Gang suddenly called him such an intimate name.
after all.
At this time, we are still on the battlefield.
Yang Gang looked at the moon gradually revealing its sharp corners in the sky, and suddenly said something incomprehensible.
"You said...the moon waxes and wanes, and people have misfortunes and blessings. Are some things destined to happen a long time ago?"
"Why do you ask?"
Han Xiang turned her head slightly and looked at Yang Gang's handsome profile.
"You said, if it is destined to happen, it is destined to be an irreversible outcome. Are we... still going to fight?" Yang Gang continued, minding his own business.
"Uh..." Han Xiang looked confused.
I just felt that there was something in Yang Gang's words.
"I have always believed in the saying, 'My destiny is up to me, not God'. Along the way, I have encountered many things, even if I am broken into pieces, I have persisted with my firm belief. But..."
He looked up at the sky, his face under the moonlight showing a rare trace of confusion.
"There is one thing that I have always wanted to strive for, but now I am doubting myself...can I really do it?"
"What... do you want to do?" Han Xiang looked at Yang Gang's serious expression quietly, and suddenly felt a little hot on his face.
He...what on earth is he hinting at?
The destined ending... something I have always wanted to strive for...
The crescent moon in the sky showed its corner shyly.
Shine the moonlight on the two of them.
Inexplicable.
Scenes of the waning moon and ice crystals in her previous life flashed through Hanxiang's mind.
What he said...could it be...
The woman bathed in the moonlight suddenly had a faint blush on her face.
"That thing, 伱...do you really want to do it?"
"think."
Yang Gang's voice was very firm.
He held the three-pointed two-edged knife tightly in his hand.
A series of broken memory scenes suddenly came from somewhere.
In front of a sacred mountain that reaches the sky.
Wearing silver armor, the God of War faced hundreds of millions of enemies who looked down upon him alone, looking up at the nine heavens.
Suddenly there was an unruly laugh.
"So what if the whole world is my enemy? I, Yang Jian, am not afraid of the three realms!"
"Come- fight!"
Above the East China Sea.
Yang Gang and Han Xiang suddenly fell into a long silence.
One recalls ancient times, the other recalls ancient times.
One thought is as cold as the moonlight, and one thought is as hot as the ancient sun.
"He...did he notice my thoughts...No, it's impossible, I never showed it...could it be that he had his own thoughts...Yang Gang, I am your aunt, how can you do this... think……"
"In ancient times, what kind of battle could it take to completely crush a magic weapon like a three-pointed two-edged sword?"
Yang Gang held the magic weapon in his hand tightly.
I just feel that there is a force in the dark, which cuts off its connection with heaven and earth, and also cuts off the connection between all living beings in the three realms and a certain force...
This may be the biggest secret in the world after the ancient mountains and seas collapsed!
As long as you study the secret of the three-pointed two-edged sword, you can understand the essence of that power.
"But... I obviously haven't experienced that catastrophe yet. Why, there is that broken memory in the three-pointed two-edged sword."
Yang Gang felt a little puzzled.
He still doesn't know the true identity of this ancient divine weapon.
At first I thought it was a Sky Eye pendant, but later it turned into a three-pointed two-edged sword. But what is the source of its power, and why can it inspire the power within it with a firm will...
Yang Gang still couldn't figure it out.
And being able to break this ancient divine weapon...
There is only another ancient divine weapon.
"And this must be the ultimate collision of force and force. Otherwise, even treasures of the same level cannot achieve this step." Yang Gang pondered silently, frowning.
In the Three Realms, what other divine weapons can rival the three-pointed, two-edged sword?
The night gradually passed.
Ming toad falls to the west.
With a clear cry, the golden crow spewed out from the fusang.
Yang Gang suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the sea.
"hold head high--"
An ancient and vast dragon roar sounded from the depths of the sea.
As if - from ancient times.
"Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, please see Erlang Xianshengzhenjun." A divine dragon rose from the middle, with a body of ten thousand feet, winding and entangled, and the terrifying aura of the immortal king shook the world.
A brilliant golden light flashed.
The ancient divine dragon gradually shrank in size, turning into a majestic man wearing a dragon robe, standing above the sea, as tall as Yang Gang.
"Dragon King of the East China Sea?"
Yang Gang leaned forward, bowed his head slightly and said.
"Yes."
The Dragon King was smiling all over his face, "I am the Lord of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea and the Pillar of the Four Seas. I was named the Dragon King in ancient times."
he said.
He took the initiative to salute Yang Gang.
"Old Long had vaguely heard of the name Erlang God in ancient times. He must have been an extremely powerful ancient God of War. Now that you and I have also survived the disaster, I hope that the God of War will let me go for the sake of coming from the same origin. East China Sea Dragon Clan.”
"Let you go?"
The corners of Yang Gang's mouth gradually turned up, showing an interesting look.
Looking at the sea behind the Dragon King of the East China Sea, countless powerful figures rose from the sea, like beings that had been sleeping for tens of thousands of years and returned from ancient times.
at the same time.
Countless figures of the East China Sea tribe appeared quietly from the water again.
The powerful aura gathered into one force, fighting against the pressure of a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers.
The East China Sea Dragon Clan finally knows its final trump card.
"Yes."
The Dragon King of the East China Sea sighed slightly.
Suddenly, a golden token flew up from his hand and floated in the air.
"Donghai is willing to hang up the war-free card, please the Great Zhou Sage, please the True Lord... let me, Donghai, have a way to survive."
After he said that, his body suddenly bowed deeply.
He bowed deeply towards Yang Gang and towards Da Zhou.
this moment.
The three realms seemed to fall into silence in an instant.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Gang.
Waiting for his decision.
It is war or peace.
Everything today will be led by him.
(End of chapter)
