The desolate atmosphere was fleeting, and Han Zhongli's expression suddenly changed, and he became extremely vigilant. Not to mention that he was falling into the trough of exhausted blood, even when he was at his peak, he did not dare to underestimate him. With this wisp of pure blue sky-burning fire, the Tibetan Army Commander is able to stand out from his peers and remain invincible. Apart from that, what other means can swallow up the strange energy and threaten the foundation of the Commander-in-Chief's existence? . The three generals, Uighur, Huishui and Nixiang, looked at each other in confusion. No one wanted to come forward. They unanimously turned their attention to Han Zhongli. Han Zhongli's heart sank and he felt great pressure. His eyes flickered, but there was no movement.
Under the shadow of Niaobudu Mountain, more and more human-shaped foreign objects gathered. They were silent and stared at the generals without hiding their greed and hostility. The general of the Tibetan Army was moved in his mind, and he saw some clues. Those people surrounded the Nanming Mountain monsters, and they were clearly guarding them, rather than being hostile. Who has such ability to subdue foreign objects from the outside properly? A figure suddenly appeared in his mind. For some reason, General Zangbing was a little lucky that he did not go towards Tu Zhen. By some strange combination of circumstances, he killed General Canglan with one blow, invisibly making his position clear.
A ray of black energy rushed out from the Niaobudu Mountain, rolled over a hundred feet, and landed on the ground, turning into a big man with a wide mouth. He was stocky and burly, with a natural smile at the corner of his mouth. He was none other than Wu Zhao, the leader of the foreign objects. Han Zhongli only glanced at it, and could no longer look away. The leader of the foreign body entered the abyss, found a great opportunity, refined the law of blood and energy into his body, and was reborn. From then on, heaven and man became one, embarking on a path that points directly to the origin. The royal road. A wave of heat surged from his belly. He had never been so eager for a moment, eager to swallow the other person with the skin and bones in one gulp, not a drop left, and merge into one.
Han Zhongli didn't know that what made him lose his wits and fight for his life was a piece of southern blood.
A ball of strange energy slowly rotated in the dantian. Han Zhongli exhaled a breath of turbid air. Dense blood talismans and blood lines appeared all over his body. Suddenly, a divine realm opened up, like an invisible big hand, firmly grabbing Wu Zhao. He hit immediately without any warning. Wu Zhao was caught off guard and hit him. He hurriedly jumped up, and his body suddenly collapsed and turned into a black energy again. He rushed left and right, but he could not break free from the shackles of the divine realm and had to fall. Return to the place where you came from and quickly activate your vitality. Zhongli Zhenzhu came into being very late. It has been sinking in the depths of the magma at the bottom of the abyss for tens of thousands of years. It was unknown until the will of the abyss inspired the earth dragon sprout. Once it burst out, it cooperated inside and outside to break the shield of the Three Sovereigns and Six Kings, and the magma plummeted. , Zhenzhu happened to fall into Fuyue's sight, and he took it away smoothly. For tens of thousands of years, Qi Qi collected a ray of blood energy law from the underground magma to prevent Fuyue from worshiping and refining the town pillar. Han Zhongli still refused to bow his head and acknowledge his master. He was so tough and had the confidence to rely on.
This ray of blood energy law was beginning to take shape, and the blood energy divine realm that was opened by it was incomplete. Fortunately, Wu Zhao had obtained the southern blood energy. Not long after the sacrifice, even the divine realm could not be opened, and he could only protect himself. One can't take it, the other can't break free, the two are in a stalemate, the bad broom versus the bad dustpan, the supreme realm of the abyss, has become some kind of unattainable trick.
After all, Han Zhongli took the first step and firmly grasped the initiative. He was the most stringent teacher. Wu Zhao learned quickly under his pressure. Black energy collected in his organs, and blood lines appeared under his skin. They were entangled, twisted, and unpredictable. Turn into countless large and small blood talismans to dispel the pressure of the divine realm, and use it to refine the southern blood. The three generals Uighur, Huishui and Nixiang saw it and were dumbfounded. Han Zhongli was just an outstanding figure among the town generals. After all, he was only one step away from permanently residing in the world. How could even foreign objects swimming in the boundary membrane be ignored? Accept the abyss, refine the law of blood and energy into the body, and resist the erosion of the divine realm?
As if he was teaching his disciples step by step, teaching his disciples to starve to death, Han Zhongli was secretly frightened. Seeing the generals of Uighur Town waiting on the sidelines, he was unwilling to intervene rashly, for fear of getting into trouble. He was half-weighting his strength to see if there was any opportunity he could take advantage of. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood, so he had to forcefully activate Qi Qi, and stepped forward step by step. Wu Zhao blocked it with his left and right, and stepped back step by step. The blood talismans around him gradually dissipated like fireworks. Han Zhongli hunched over, his figure suddenly resembled an arrow from a string, and he pressed forward with all his strength. A strange smile appeared on Wu Zhao's face, and he stepped back half a step. The law of blood and energy in his body suddenly disappeared, and black energy rolled out.
Only then did Han Zhongli realize that the opponent had retreated into the shadow shrouded by the earth's veins. Once the blood energy realm crossed the invisible boundary, it would be weakened hundreds or thousands of times. Wu Zhao broke away slightly and escaped from the restraint. Han Zhongli sighed, manpower was sometimes exhausted, and it was not a crime of war, but what could he do? Fortunately, he used the divine domain to force Wu Zhao back, and finally managed to hold up the situation, and no one could see that he was strong but weak. He made a prompt decision and took a deep look at Wu Zhao. Thoughts were swirling in his stomach, and he suddenly felt blessed and blurted out: "The blood and energy of the south has fallen into your hands, and the laws of blood and energy are in your hands. You... you... you can take care of yourself!" After that, he calmly mounted the bad horse, turned its head in a circle and flicked its sleeves. go.
Countless eyes were all cast on Wu Zhao, with hot and greedy flames dancing in their eyes. No one realized the true intention of Han Zhongli's words and actions, not even the Zangbingzhen General noticed his weakness. The three generals, Uighur, Huishui and Nixiang, patrolled for a moment. When they saw Han Zhongli not looking back, the army of monsters came forward sparsely, one after another, with less than 30% remaining. They couldn't help but feel a little discouraged and winked at each other. Forcibly suppressing the greed in his heart, he chased after him. Han Zhongli finally said, "You, you, you, you, you can do it for yourself." Little did he know that he wasn't just insinuating and criticizing Huai, but he was talking about the three of them!
Birds can't cross the mountains, leaving only the Tibetan soldiers and generals leading thousands of elites, watching eagerly and not moving an inch. Wu Zhao scratched his head. He had stabbed General Canglan to death just now. He was too far away to see clearly. He was a little afraid in his heart. He felt a thorn in his back and was unwilling to fight head-on. Just as their eyes were locked in a stalemate, a figure walked slowly along the Bird's Crossing Mountain. The star field spread like ripples layer by layer, isolating the abnormal movements of the earth's veins. The blood of the Nanming Mountain monsters calmed down one by one, as if they were sitting on the spring breeze, and their whole bodies were full of strength. Little Master Nanming was the first to react, taking a few steps forward and bowing to see the Lord. Tu Zhen suddenly turned his head, his starry eyes sparkling, and his heart seemed to be floating in the air, neither up nor down, feeling both worried and happy.
The main character takes the stage, and the supporting actor comes off. Wu Zhao waves his hand like an arm and uses his fingers, and the humanoid object retreats into the shadow of Tobudu Mountain. He was filled with envy in his heart. This was the supreme magical power of the abyss. If Han Zhongli had such means, he could just lead his troops into the Bird Budu Mountain, but the earth connection would be of no use! Wu Zhao glanced at the Tibetan general with the corner of his eye to see how he would act, whether to lead his troops away or continue to hold on. However, what made his eyes almost pop out was that the town general actually jumped off the one-horned Wu Yanzui without any embarrassment, stuck the eight-edged armor-piercing spear on the ground, dragged himself forward, and squirmed. He said softly, "A certain family... I've met the adults!"
