Iron Monkey couldn't fight for a long time, and was restless in his heart. When he saw Cang Gumi coming to help, he rushed straight to the Lumen in one breath, shouting in his heart: "Long, long, long!" The blood relic trembled violently, and every inch was covered with blood. Flesh and blood were entangled like a spider web, blood steamed, and the body swelled, turning into a huge giant ape, with sharp fangs exposed at the corners of its mouth. He swung the red copper hate stick, used all his strength, and knocked the prisoner dragon away with one stick. Then, like a deflated skin, it shrank back to its original shape, with a look of exhaustion on his face.
In his busy schedule, Prisoner Dragon held up the mallet with both hands to receive the stick. He swept it with huge force and destroyed everything. His arms were broken inch by inch, and his muscles, bones, skin and flesh exploded into blood mist. The mallet hit back in the chest, and he flew out involuntarily, and his legs and feet landed on the ground. Two deep furrows were plowed, and his spine was twisted into a knot. It was pitiful that such a vigorous and vigorous man was crippled by this stick.
Cang Gumi hurriedly stopped his steps, his blood was beating non-stop, but the hot blood in his heart turned cold. It was as if a ghost was blowing on the back of his neck, making him shiver for no reason. He lowered his head to look at the prisoner dragon. His flesh and blood were a mess, and there was only air coming out, but no air coming in. There were countless major and minor injuries in his body, and the damage was to the root. Even if he was rescued, he would still be a cripple. Why did that monkey head become so powerful all of a sudden? Could it be that he took the wrong medicine?
Iron Monkey let out a fierce breath of anger and was filled with determination. He picked up the red copper hate stick and swung it towards the prisoner dragon. Suddenly, his ears twitched. Hearing his master ordering him to retreat, he grinned. He sneezed and had to retreat angrily. Qi Ran's pupils shrank and widened, and he immediately understood Han Shiba's intentions. He not only kept his promise and did not fight for blood, but also forced himself to express his feelings and cut off his retreat. He must take what he wants first and fight for power and position with both hands. It couldn't be done cleanly. He raised his eyebrows and stepped forward. His figure flew across the sky and landed directly in front of the prisoner dragon. Without hesitation, he reached out his right hand and pulled out his heart, draining the blood of him.
Prisoner Long was defeated and died in full view of the public. He Jian's famous warriors rushed into battle and showed great courage, but ended up with such an unexpected end. Canggu Mi was surprised. He didn't know why General Qi was so eager to take Qiulong's life personally. Hua Longtou suddenly gasped. Once Qiulong died, there was no room for mediation between General Qi and He Jian. When they meet again in the future, fierce Much good and little good.
Qi Ran threw the meteorite iron club left by Prison Dragon to Canggu Mi, and with an order, his soldiers shouted in unison and set out on the journey again.
Thousands of miles away, the army of monsters is all over the mountains and plains, knocking at the gate of hell in the Hundred Years Valley.
He Jian's face is white and beardless, his appearance is clear, and he has the temperament of a scholar. He is in no way similar to those demons with big shoulders, round waists, and ferocious faces. He is alone, sitting on the top of a barren mountain, looking at the river winding into the gate of hell, holding a hand in his hand. There was only a browned gourd, slowly drinking cold wine. There was no one around for miles, and no one dared to come near. The gourd was also a treasure. It looked small and exquisite, only about the size of a palm. He Jian drank sip after sip, but he still couldn't find the bottom.
The noise of the monsters could be heard in the distance, soft and loud, like the waves swaying on an isolated island, rough and reckless, ignorant of the color of their eyes. Such is the nature of other people, and there is no way to disobey it. He Jian shook the wine gourd, and suddenly on a whim, he reached into his sleeve and groped for a while, took out a round and translucent bead, took a look at it, pinched it in his palm and rubbed it for a while, as if he had encountered something difficult, he lowered his head and thought. , even forgot to drink wine.
Abyssal monsters are not good at refining magic weapons. They can at most make some clumsy weapons. It is rare to have good materials. Occasionally, they can make one or two magical weapons. It is half artificial and half divine. The pearl in He Jian's hand was just ordinary, not some mysterious treasure. Four balls of blood were embedded in it. It was crystal clear and shaped like a gem. One of the pearls was now broken, dull and dull. Prisoner Dragon is dead, his blood has been dissipated, and even Da Luo Jinxian cannot save him. The earthen jar is broken without leaving the well, and the general will inevitably die before the battle. This is expected, but what makes him concerned is that Qi Ran actually has such means and such courage. , even if they want to break their faces, they have to fight for it.
Where does his confidence come from?
He Jian pondered for a long time, put the gourd to his mouth, drank five or seven sips in succession, and poured it on the ground to pay homage to the prisoner dragon. He raised his eyes to look at the Baisui Valley where murderous intent was hidden, and frowned slightly. Regardless of the contract, Baili Teng and Jian Quanye retreated knowing that it would be difficult. The three giants drove their troops to press the situation and tried to launch an attack. Bloody battles continued for several days, but they were all repelled by Fan Bashan. The terrain in the valley was dangerous and there were many cliffs. The miasma swamp is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it also hides tens of thousands of elite soldiers. There are 13 small caves in the sky, and countless people have been collected in thousands of years. Attacking by force is not the best strategy. What's more, Fan Wei, the lord of the West, has lost his battle. He has lost consecutive battles and only has this fundamental place left. If he loses the Centenary Valley, he will become a lost dog and will never be able to make a comeback. According to common sense, he will never sit idly by. .
Mount Tailu competed for the "Son of the Abyss", a fierce battle between dragons and tigers, Fan Wei suffered a big loss and returned home defeated. It was precisely this that Wei Zheng, He Jian and Gu Wen saw clearly, so they excluded the generals of the gods and launched an attack. The army pressed into Baisui Valley. The war was at a stalemate, and prolonging it would be detrimental to his own side. He Jian weighed the pros and cons and decided to persuade Generals Wei and Gu to take advantage of the melee to personally fight into the valley, hoping to complete his victory in one battle.
Having made up his mind, He Jian jumped up and turned into a looming phantom, climbing over mountains and ridges, crossing the void, and landing directly on the high cliff next to Guimen Pass like a flying bird. He raised his eyes and looked into the depths of Baisui Valley, flicking his fingers. , two streaks of blood energy flashed away and disappeared thousands of feet away.
He stood with his hands behind his hands and waited patiently for a moment. The sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded. Wei Zheng and Gu Wen arrived as promised, and the three giants under King Chakravartin gathered at the head of the cliff. After a long night, three red suns appeared in parallel in the sky, with blazing flames. At their feet was the sparkling silver river. The Baisui Valley was bathed in the bright sunshine. Balls of miasma rose from the mountains, forests and swamps. Clouds covered the fog, and every step of the way. The steps are dangerous.
Wei Zheng said: "It's rare that fellow Taoist He takes the initiative to invite me. I don't know why?"
He Jian's eyes flashed and he muttered: "But there is something unexpected. I sent Qi Ran to dissuade Qi Ran, but he refused to pay attention. Instead, he killed Qi Ran and is now sending his army to Baisui Valley."
Wei Zheng was startled when he heard this and frowned: "Qi Ran actually killed Qi Long?"
He Jian said: "This matter is undoubtedly true."
Although Qi Ran is one of the five divine generals, his combat prowess is not outstanding. He has a distracted mind and has no ambition to make progress. He has always been messing around alone, and has a distant relationship with the generals. Baring his fangs and daring to compete with the three giants, I don't know if he is hiding something hidden or because he is confused.
Gu Wen said softly: "If he rushes to the Hundred Years Valley, he should not stop him, lest he mess up his position."
Wei Zheng felt that it was a bit tricky and asked He Jian, "What do you mean by fellow Taoist He?"
He Jian said slowly: "Things have their own priorities. The matter of imprisoning the dragon is a minor matter. I will deal with it myself in the future. The matter of the Hundred Years Valley is more important. Regardless of whether the contract is fulfilled or not, the three of us must make plans first."
Wei and Gu looked at each other and nodded.
