The monsters lurking in the gate of hell and throwing rocks are Luqi warriors trained by Fan Bashan himself. They refine their blood and energy on daily basis and use rocks to hone their strength, hence the name. Luqi warriors are equivalent to human-shaped trebuchets. Close combat is not their specialty. The short-horned monster is the best among them. Qi He led his troops to attack fiercely, but the Luqi warriors were retreating steadily. Fortunately, thanks to their rough skin and thick flesh, they were extremely powerful and could barely hold their breath.
Behind the high cliff of Guimen Pass, a sharp whistle sounded, like a sharp arrow shooting straight into the sky, twisting and turning thousands of times, and the lingering sound was lingering. As if hearing the order, the Luqi warriors shouted in unison, holding their heads and running around like mice. Qi He turned his head and looked around, only to see a slender figure with disheveled hair and a limp. His description revealed an indescribable shabbiness. His heart trembled, and he blurted out: "Cripple Sun, it turns out to be you!"
Hu Feng, Madman Hu, Sun Que, Sun Laizi. Madman Hu is good at fighting, and Sun Laizi is good at planning. These two generals are the left and right arms that Fan Bashan relies on the most. Qi Hefan suddenly woke up, raised his right hand and made a fist to signal, and ordered his subordinates to be careful. He was promoted, but even he didn't know how many hidden plots Sun Laizi had laid.
The army of monsters stepped on the ice and rushed into the gate of hell. Suddenly, the eyes opened up. The surface of the river was as vast as the sea. Qi He's heart beat faster and faster. He always felt that something was wrong. Huo Di turned around and stared at Sun Que with bright eyes, but he saw He raised his head slightly, and under his messy hair, his eyes ignited with two blazing flames.
The ground was filled with murderous intent, the ground shook, and the mountains shook. The river was like a dying dragon, struggling and rolling. The ice under its feet was torn apart, and instantly melted into a torrent of river water. It was cold and biting, burying everything. Tens of thousands of monsters lost their footing and fell into the water involuntarily. , sinking and floating, huddled together.
Qi He roared loudly, the blood in his body was almost boiling, his joints crackled, his body turned from solid to weak, and with a loud "hoo!", he disappeared out of thin air, turned into a streak of blood, and rushed towards Sun Laizi. Burning blood, transforming into blood light, swallowing all things, Qi He is going to fight with all his strength. This move has been expected by Sun Que. He has no intention of forcefully attacking, and his body retreats violently. Although he is lame, it is not much slower than the blood light. .
After retreating and chasing, he had already passed a hundred feet in an instant. Deep in the Baisui Valley, a majestic cold wave swept over and plunged into the river, freezing the turbid water again. Unpredictable changes occurred, and he was caught off guard. He narrowly escaped the fate of being frozen. There are less than a thousand monsters.
The giant toad swallowed the river, and it was frozen for thousands of miles. It froze and thawed, and thawed and froze again. Sun Laizi made so many tricks and articles on this big river!
The cold air swept across, and Qi He's heated mind suddenly calmed down. He knew something was wrong, and hurriedly put away the blood, revealing his body. He was restless, and before he could stand firm, a sharp claw penetrated from the back and gouged out the heart. Crush it to pieces.
Qi He yelled, turned over and fell to the ground, and caught a glimpse of a tall figure as tall as a mountain. His eyes were indifferent and his face was expressionless, as if he had swatted a disturbing fly to death, which was insignificant. Qi He's throat "gurgled", and a stream of blood rushed out of his body, condensing into a ball of sticky blood beads. His breathing stopped abruptly. He took his last breath and refused to close his eyes.
The shouts in the Centenary Valley rang out again, shaking the earth and the earth. Fan Bashan's army came like a tide to cover up and kill, cutting melons and vegetables, and harvesting blood.
Qi He's body fell to the ground. Thousands of years of practice had disappeared. Sun Que had a look of awe on his face. He knelt down on one knee and said in a deep voice: "Meet General Fan."
Fan Bashan was thoughtful, looking at the frozen river thousands of miles away. With a gentle flick, the blood beads floated to Sun Que. They were crystal clear and had a deep aura. Qi He's lifelong cultivation was all here.
Sun Que opened his mouth and sucked in, swallowing the blood droplets into his belly. His cheeks turned red, his pores opened and closed, and dense blood seeped out. Fan Bashan stretched out his hand and pressed softly to help collect the blood energy, locking it in the Dantian with secret techniques, and then slowly refining it to prevent it from being lost and wasted.
After waiting for a hundred breaths, Sun Que performed the Kung Fu several times and was full of energy. Fan Bashan looked him up and down, nodded slightly, waved his hand to order him to retreat, put his hands behind his back and looked at the gate of hell in the distance. He thought it was a massacre, but Qi He's subordinates also had it. With hard hands, he fought his way through thousands of troops and horses, resisted stubbornly, and fought with trapped beasts.
With no one to direct and everything scattered, Centenary Valley still cannot lack Sun Laizi!
Fan Bashan's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and his eyebrows became tangled. He stared at the shadow under the cliff, and his expression gradually became serious. He took a deep breath, his shoulders swayed slightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared. He punched out, but was blocked by a red copper rod. The void shook, and the pale cracks were as thin as gossamers. They disappeared fleetingly. This abyss, heaven and earth, far away. Stronger than the Three Realms.
Fan Bashan stepped back suddenly, his brows slowly relaxed, and he said in a deep voice: "Who is coming? Is it an enemy or a friend?"
Wei Shiqi walked out slowly, carrying a red copper hate stick, feeling a little undecided. The emperor's son had made an alliance with the Western Lord of the Abyss to exchange their needs. Normally, he shouldn't attack Fan Wei's generals, but if he didn't know what was going on and didn't know how to advance or retreat, he would just kill him. Is it possible that Fan Wei would fall out with him!
Fan Ba looked up and down the mountain and realized that it was a tricky situation. They could only exchange one punch. The opponent was very skillful and concealed, and he really couldn't see the details. Qi He was just a pawn crossing the river, so there was nothing to worry about. Tudor was a serious concern. He must retain some strength. Seeing that the other party had no intention of fighting, Fan Bashan guessed a bit, pondered for a moment and said, "I wonder what Tudor promised you?"
Fan Wei didn't mention anything about heaven to him, and Fan Bashan didn't recognize him. Wei Shiqi knew that the other party would be wrong, so his mind changed quickly, and he took out a square or round round or angular coin from his sleeve. The blood relic was held in the palm of his hand, looking at Fan Bashan quietly, waiting for him to make an offer.
Fan Bashan raised his eyebrows. It turned out to be an abyss blood relic. Tudor used this object to persuade the other party, which was beyond his expectation. According to old legends, when the abyss opened up, the fire that burned the sky scorched all things. Gods and Buddhas died, and their bones turned into blood relics, scattered everywhere. This thing can be called a rare treasure. If you put it in the heart orifice and refine it with blood, you can learn a magical power. As far as he knows, most of the magical powers attached to blood relics are useless. It is a pity to discard them if they are tasteless. If you encounter them, you will encounter them. No one has the heart to collect them one by one.
He lowered his eyes, his pupils flashed with blood, and stared at the red copper hate stick in the opponent's hand for a moment. He finally made up his mind and flicked his fingers, and a blood relic flew out, floating in the air and spinning around.
Wei Shiqi stretched out his hand, picked up the blood relic between his fingers, confirmed that the breaths were the same, nodded and said: "In the Valley of Hundreds of Years, we can't help each other."
Fan Bashan turned around and stretched out his hand to signal. Wei Shiqi took one step, one step, two steps, three steps. His figure gradually faded and disappeared into the void. The aura of the abyss disappeared, and even with Fan Bashan's ability, he could not detect it. . His face was calm, but he was very fearful in his heart, but he didn't know that Wei Shiqi just put the red copper hate stick into the "Yi mustard cave", and the abyss breath disappeared out of thin air, and the dragon could not find its head or tail, and could no longer find its whereabouts.
The battle was not over yet, and the powerful enemy was watching. Sun Que had no time to refine his blood energy, and hurried to Guimen Pass. Looking around, Tudor had not yet sent his army to advance. All the monsters in advance were killed and wounded, and only a hundred people were left in a bitter battle. One of the monkeys With his head, a stick rolled around, he was invincible, and his body was covered in blood. He couldn't be more ferocious.
