Huishan.
Daxueping.
A secret room.
As the last soul returns to the body, an unprecedented transformation is underway.
Wow!
The strong wind was approaching, and the air flowed like a tide, creating an unparalleled vortex in the room, absorbing all the power of heaven and earth, like a black hole.
And in the center of this vortex is Yulian City.
His eyes were closed, and his black hair rose upwards like a waterfall. The energy in his body became more and more elusive, and he opened his lips slightly and murmured softly.
"I have entered the land of heaven."
Boom!
The next moment, the vortex burst open, turning into a surging, boundless and powerful energy, impacting around the secret room. In an instant, this secret room, which had cost countless financial resources and manpower to build, began to twist and deform, and dust began to fly. With several bangs and bangs, the bricks and tiles turned into countless dust, and the huge vibrations were transmitted far away.
The buildings on Guniu Dagang are magnificent.
But as the shaking sound became louder and louder, it resounded throughout the sky. The entire Guniu Dagang seemed to be shaking, like a huge boat drifting on the sea, trembling endlessly. The servants and maids on Huishan Mountain were so panicked that they thought there was an earthquake and ran into the yard screaming. Some disciples or elders who were skilled in martial arts felt something in their hearts and looked up to the sky.
I was immediately shocked beyond measure.
But I saw thousands of purple energy leaking down from the high dome, covering the sky, full of mysterious and unpredictable brilliance, stunning and overwhelming, sweeping towards the direction of Daxueping.
Heaven and earth have strange phenomena, and humans follow the laws of heaven and earth.
And on the snowy plain, another amazing change took place.
Boom!
Amidst loud noises, buildings collapsed completely.
The wind howled and the energy surged wildly. Countless fragments and rubble swept up into the sky, turning into dust and scattering all over the sky.
Vaguely, you can see a figure appearing in the airflow, standing out of thin air, dressed in black at night, standing like a god and demon, exuding energy that transcends the mortal world and everything in the world.
Thousands of purple energy vented.
Integrate into that person's body.
The figure's eyes suddenly opened.
Boom!
Suddenly a thunder exploded in the void, piercing the sky and bursting out with unparalleled dazzling light, reflecting a pale white sky. But compared with this person, it won't give people a thrilling feeling.
Because this lightning seemed to come from his eyes.
He is more amazing than the lightning in the sky.
The next moment, the black figure waved his hand casually, as if brushing away an inconspicuous wisp of dust.
Then the strong wind dispersed, the purple energy disappeared, and all the strange images in the world disappeared, returning to the original state.
If it weren't for the crumbling buildings, some people might still think that everything before was just an illusion.
"Finally we've reached this point."
Yu Liancheng murmured to himself.
At this moment, he was standing dozens of feet high in the sky, with his clothes flying, like a fairy.
After several days of wandering around, comprehending the world, looking for another opportunity, and with the help of countless luck, he finally reached the highest level of this world.
Land gods.
Or celestial beings on land.
He quietly realized that the surging energy in his body could hit the sky at any time and change the color of the situation. It seems that as long as you open your palm, you can encompass the entire world and all things.
At the same time, Yulian City faintly sensed an unpredictable and majestic pressure from this world.
He felt a little uncomfortable.
After just thinking for a moment, Yu Liancheng understood the reason.
The realm of land gods is the limit that this world can bear.
If you want to go further, you can only enter the Tianmen and ascend to the immortal world.
And he reached the pinnacle of the three realms of Vajra, Zhixuan, and Celestial Phantasm, and became an unprecedented terrestrial celestial being.
Regardless of cultivation or combat power, not to mention this world, even in the Tianmen, he can be proud of the immortals and stand at the top.
More importantly, Emperor Murong Tong's martial arts cultivation in the other world is even better than that of the heavenly beings on land.
The combination of the two brought him to an unprecedented height in this world. Even Lu Zu from eight hundred years ago was far from his match.
"However, the power of this body can feed back to the original body at any time. As long as I want, I can remain at the level of an ordinary land celestial being, and I don't have to worry about being expelled. As for now..." Yu Liancheng turned his eyes and looked at Hu Tou. In the direction of the city, there was a slight fighting intention in his eyebrows: "Let me fight to my heart's content."
next moment.
He headed towards Hutou City in a detached manner.
His speed is unparalleled, and lightning is not enough to describe it.
Due to the slight release of Qi, the sky and the earth rumbled, and smoke and dust flew, like a divine dragon passing through, but the divine dragon saw its head but not its tail, and no one could catch the divine dragon's figure.
Now, he was going to see what methods Beimang had prepared to deal with him.
Hey, don't be too boring.
…
Hutou City.
There is a Xu Ziwang flag on the top of the city, rustling in the wind.
On Longyan'er Plain, a large flag in the center of Beimang Camp was also fluttering in the wind.
Under the banner, His Royal Highness the Prince of Beimang was riding a sweaty horse and wearing gorgeous golden armor. He was looking towards the Longyaner Plain. There seemed to be a hint of fear in his eyes, but in the blink of an eye he was filled with satisfaction and a smile on his face.
The second war in Liangmang is inevitable.
The mere Hutou City, under the 400,000 Beimang army, would only end up falling.
A mere Central Plains Grandmaster would have no other outcome than being trampled into a pulp like the Sword Emperor of Western Shu.
As for that person...
Fear returned to Prince Beimang's eyes.
But soon the fear was driven away completely.
There was even a hint of a ferocious smile.
Under the great formation, there are ninety-nine and eighty-one true immortals.
Let’s see if Murong Tonghuang is still dead!
Under the royal flag at the top of the city, there is a drum beating platform that is higher than the horse walking path at the top of the city.
A slender young man in white clothes climbed up the stairs. He stood in front of a big drum. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then finally took a deep breath and picked up the drumstick.
"Second sister, that burden was originally chosen by me." The man in white said silently: "You have been the strictest since childhood, but in fact you have always spoiled me. This time, let me share some of your worries. "
The man in white wears a Northern Liangdao on his waist.
Extremely handsome in appearance.
Xu Fengnian of the Xu family.
Xu Fengnian turned to look at the walking path. The woman in the python robe was slowly walking towards the middle of the city, towards the top of the city gate where the plaque was hung.
She was wearing the feudal king's python robe from the Lingzhou Golden Thread Manufacturing Bureau, shining brightly in the sunlight. An ordinary face also became solemn due to the blessing of authority.
The pace of the female feudal lord is not fast.
Every step was taken very heavy and very steadily.
It was as if there was a heavy burden on the shoulders of the female vassal king.
But even so, she will never stop for a moment before reaching her goal.
Even if the female vassal king felt Xu Fengnian's gaze, she did not look back and kept walking as usual.
Soon, the female vassal king stood still and looked towards the Longyaner Plain and the dark Beimang military camp.
Her eyes seemed to collide with Prince Beimang's in the air for a moment.
No one backed down.
Woohoo!
As the golden-armored Prince Beimang waved his arm, desolate and solemn but powerful horn sounds sounded from the Beimang army, and the siege began.
Boom!
The black infantry of Beimang took the lead and began to move forward, like locusts crossing the border, or like a wave of black ants.
The war started, and a strong fighting spirit filled the world, which was speechless and heart-warming.
Looking from the top of the city, among the dense swarms of locusts, there are also two to three thousand projection vehicles of various sizes, arranged in an arc with Hutou City as the center, under the supervision of the Southern Dynasty Ordnance Supervision officials. Until Beiliang uses up the boulder reserves on the two peaks, Hutou City will be attacked by a rain of boulders.
The Beimang army was advancing in an orderly manner.
Prince Beimang suddenly raised his eyebrows. Next to the majestic horse he stepped off, a stocky and dull man suddenly appeared. He did not wear iron armor or a sword, and only had a cloth bag tied around his waist.
Although the bag was not opened, Prince Beimang knew that there was a broken spearhead hidden in the bag.
"Grandmaster Deng, why did you show up so soon?"
Master Deng.
Broken spear and Deng spear.
At a time when Beiliang's martial arts masters are in disarray and the martial arts masters are about to reach their peak, this one is one of the few martial arts masters. Except for Tuoba Bodhisattva and Zhongliang and other very few military masters, it seems that he is the only one who can hold up the battle. The big picture.
Compared with the Jianghu in the Central Plains, Beimang's rivers and lakes are too lonely and boring.
Faced with the question from Prince Beimang, Duanmao Dengmao just looked in the direction of Hutou City and said calmly: "They started to take action."
On Hutou City.
Xu Fengnian beats the drum.
Just like the woman in white on the west rampart.
As the drums beat, figures one after another were like meteors, falling on Hutou City one after another, standing on the same front as the female vassal king, facing the north.
The person closest to the left of the female vassal king is a person that no one expected, the King of Shu, the white-robed soldier saint, the villain Tu, Chen Zhibao.
The plum wine in his hand turned from green to purple, and a sharp spear intent filled the air, seeming to be able to poke a hole in the sky. The strong wind blew across his face, making this soldier, famous for defeating Ye Baikui, look more like a spear fairy.
"Here comes Beiliang to fight, not the king of Shu, but Chen Zhibao of Beiliang."
Not named Xu.
It can be called "Zhi Bao".
The female vassal king smiled and said nothing.
On the left side of Xu Weixiong is the Central Plains swordsman and Peach Blossom Swordsman, Deng Tai'a, who rushed from Western Shu to Beiliang.
He had his hands behind his back and two swords hung at his waist. However, because of his mediocre appearance, no matter how you look at it, he does not have the demeanor of a swordsman who dominates the world of swordsmanship.
He looked at the old man in sheepskin fur on the other side and said with a smile, "I never thought that I, Mrs. Deng, would be able to fight alongside the old sword god in this life. I am very honored."
Li Chungang, who also lacked the grace of a swordsman and even looked a little wretched because of his nose-buttoning action, rolled his eyes and said: "Deng Tai'a, Wang Xianzhi and Murong Tonghuang all said that you are the number one Xuan. When it comes to killing people, you are unparalleled in the world. But I don’t believe it, how about we compete with these two sword gods today?”
Deng Tai'a smiled and said, "Okay."
After Sui Xiegu, who was wearing white clothes and white hair, landed on the ground, he raised his one arm, twisted his long snow-white eyebrows with his fingers, and gently exhaled a breath of sword energy.
He glanced at the two sword gods again and snorted slightly disdainfully.
"You can live to talk nonsense like this again."
Lao Huang, who was carrying a sword on his back, appeared next to Sui Xiegu and grinned at the former, revealing his missing front teeth.
Naturally, Wu Liuding, the contemporary swordsman of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, and Cuihua, the sword attendant, also arrived, but there was also a young man hanging shoulder to shoulder with Wu Liuding, talking and laughing, who could it be if he wasn't Wen Hua.
The wooden sword on Wen Hua's waist is still there.
This guy improves quickly.
His masters were not only Sui Xiegu, but also Jian Jiuhuang, and Li Chungang. Even Murong Tonghuang had taught him two moves. Coupled with some unexpected encounters, he was suddenly in the Vajra realm.
Wen Hua looked at the other plains of Longyaner: "Liucan, there are so many people, don't die."
Wu Liuding chuckled: "I won't die even if you die. I'm not tired of Cuihua's sauerkraut yet. You, on the other hand, are alone..."
Wen Hua was about to roll up his sleeves: "Wu, do you want to fight with me now?"
Of course, there was still no fight in the end. The sword attendant glanced at them, and the two guys who had been beaten by Cuihua immediately shrank their necks.
A black dress floated to the ground, thick as ink. Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at the dark Beimang soldiers and licked his lips with a cruel and violent look in his eyes.
This time.
Finally, I can kill to my heart’s content.
Under Murong Tonghuang's suppression, this female demon became more murderous.
If she is really allowed to act recklessly, I'm afraid it will be another Liu Songtao and Gao Shulu, who will definitely wipe out the world with blood.
Someone in white clothes followed closely, overwhelming the country and the city, sinking fish and falling geese.
The long sword at the waist and the invisible and sharp sword energy further prove that this woman is not a flower vase. In a certain way, she is the only female swordsman today.
The Six-Jead Bodhisattva from Mount Landa, with no shoes or socks on her jade-like feet, lightly touched the city wall and floated over. Her lips were slightly pursed and her expression was indifferent. It was indeed a majestic treasure.
Dressed in white, Luoyang, the leader of Zhulu Mountain, glanced at the Six-Jead Bodhisattva, sniffed it, frowned slightly, as if he smelled something very special, and couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Not far away, the master of swordsmanship Mao Shulang, the old Confucian scholar Cheng Baishuang and the chief guest of the Southern Xinjiang Dragon Palace Ji Liuan stood side by side.
On the far right, there are two more disciples of Wang Xianzhi, standing respectively at the groom and Lou Huang.
On Hutou City, above the line.
There are eighteen martial arts masters.
In terms of martial arts masters, the Beimang army on the opposite side was far behind.
The military god Tuoba Bodhisattva, Broken Spear Dengmao, Hong Jingyan, the devil Zhongliang, Juzizhou Festival Commander Murong Baoding, even with the backhand of Spider Web Li Mibi, it still seems to be insufficient.
What's more, there is also a Murong Tonghuang in the Central Plains.
The invincible Emperor Murong Tong.
One person can defeat the one hundred thousand Emperor Murong Tong.
But the prince of Beimang, who was wearing golden armor, was still smiling and calm.
boom! boom! boom!
On Hutou City.
The sound of the drums was like muffled thunder.
The Beimang infantry are getting closer and closer.
The female vassal king drew out the sword Hong Chi and slashed it down with one strike. The sword light was as majestic as a river of blood.
Boom!
The dozens of soldiers from Beimang who were there immediately fell on their backs and could no longer die.
The remaining dozen or so martial arts masters, with their sleeves fluttering, silently recited the word "kill" in unison, and faced Beimang's army like a tidal wave.
Hearthstone Sailor is still unknown.
