Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

In this small courtyard, several people present were silent.

Xingjiang Datianzun originally had a cup of tea in his hand and wanted to drink it, but he turned to a slight meal. He raised his hand and the tea in the cup splashed out, condensing in the air and turning into a smooth mirror.

Through the halo of the mirror, Han Lian looked up and saw the scene above the battlefield.

This is not just to peep at one place, but to use this to spread the mind of oneself into it, and to perceive it from a distance, and the range is no less than a million miles around.

Although it doesn't look very clear, the Realms that are exposed one by one are naturally unobstructed.

Seeing these Smelling Salts, Han Lian knew that the soldiers on both sides should be able to fight with real swords and guns, so he calmed down and drank the tea in the cup.

On the side beside him, Tai Xuan Da Tianzun had already stood up, and his face was staring at the battlefield with a solemn expression, and the bamboo sword behind him had begun to tremble faintly.

After all, a large number of cultivators below are all disciples of his Wushan Sword Sect.

No matter how coldly he looked at it, this battle had already begun to bet on Sect's arrogance, and he couldn't allow him to be careless.

If not, he would not let the deity go to Dongling Mansion in person, and invite Han Lian to join the battle.

Turning towards Miriam, on the battlefield.

On the side of the human race, huge altars stood there, and the cigarettes were faint, as if they were sacrificing the whole world.

And on the altar, there is no need to say much about the three animals and six animals. There are several kinds of cherished monsters and even spirit beasts.

There are more than one altars like this, and there is one every hundred miles. It is blessed by the great formation and exudes some kind of unique rhythm.

This is the real crux of this battle.

The war between the human race and the alien race is, to a certain extent, a struggle between Huang Tian and Cang Tian in terms of will and luck.

This kind of struggle, including not limited to the realm of the cultivator, and the range of strength and territory, is itself a virtual, a metaphysical existence.

But to a certain extent, the boundary between Cangtian and Huangtian is quite real.

If a cultivator in the sky wants to enter the yellow sky, he will inevitably perceive a little obstacle. If 100% of his combat power is exerted with all his strength, and 80% of his combat power can be exerted, he has already reached a limit.

In the real war, such an altar will be erected.

Their role is to rectify the name of the sky, to erode the land that now belongs to the yellow sky and return to the sky a little bit to become their cultivation place.

At the beginning, the sky was attracted by such forces, and it should have been a kind of chaos under the collision, but this was enough.

As long as the heavenly cultivator is not suppressed here, he can let go of his hands and feet and have a really enjoyable battle.

Of course, under the current war, the transformation of the Shuangtian region is quite long.

After all, the catastrophe is now approaching, and both Cang Tian and Huang Tian have fallen into a deep sleep.

They have no way to radiate their own will at all, and can only rely on the remaining instincts to fight.

This is something that is beneficial to the sky, and it will naturally strive for it.

And after the sacrifice, now the entire army is ready for battle.

Although it is proposed by Wushan Jianzong, once the matter involves the national fortune, it is not so simple.

The army is drawn out, and the tiger talisman is in charge, not belonging to Wushan Jianzong.

The one who is really in charge now is Taoist Xiaoxiang.

This person is also standing on the high platform today, although his face is pale, the life aura of the whole person is a little dejected.

But the black and white hair and the calm look on his face, at a glance, made many people feel at ease.

This person is quite mysterious not only in Xiaoxiang Road, but also in the Xunfeng Dynasty.

He rarely shows up, but when a big issue is really undecided, he should show up.

And those decisions were never missed by this person, so many people said that this person had the style of the Qin Tianjian.

They were not wrong.

Li Buwei, the Taoist master of Xiaoxiang, this reclusive scholar known as Xunfeng, is one of the few masters who does not practice Spiritual Qi and only practice divination!

Back then, when this Daoist Master of Xiaoxiang, several forces who were fighting for this position were silent and acquiesced.

And those altars that seized the way of luck towards Huang Tian were built by this one!

He held the wine glass, raised his finger and tapped lightly, a few drops of wine spilled down, and it turned into a drizzle in the blink of an eye.

In the hands of those soldiers, each of them was holding a wine glass, and there was a faint trace of paleness.

The drizzle of Si Si seems to be not big, but in the blink of an eye, it is full of cups in everyone's hands.

"This battle, I look from afar, I don't know how many people will be able to return, and I don't know how the world will be turned upside down."

His voice was sickly, but listening to it carefully, it made people feel a little relieved for no reason.

"But one thing, you need to know that no matter how strong the alien race is, this battle will be as before, and it will be won!

All of you, drink this cup full, Mr. Lee... for all of you! "

"Definitely!"

A low roar roared out from the mouth of the general next to him, and the soldiers below did not hesitate, and turned their hands to drink the wine.

They threw their cups and bulged, and a loud roar turned into a sonorous fighting intent.

"Definitely!"

After this loud roar, Han Lian looked around, clearly and vaguely aware that the breath and luck of those soldiers had already condensed into one.

Not to mention the means of this drop of water turning into rain, the content of this cup alone is quite particular.

It was condensed from the incense ashes and some strange materials in the altar.

As long as you drink it, you will be able to ignore the boundaries of the cultivator under the yellow sky and display your full strength!

Above the war, if one cent is one cent, it is one's own life.

Just this one-handed means of the Xiaoxiang Daoist has already made him a rare existence.

His value is higher than those of the peak Nirvana Great Venerable, almost equal to Chunyang!

And after those soldiers drank water and wine, the gates of the war castles opened, and the soldiers walked out in a sequence without saying a word.

The shield soldiers were placed at the very front, and the spearmen and soldiers were in an orderly manner. In the back, there were the archers, the horses, the infantry.... lay out.

In a blink of an eye, more than 20 generals followed, all of them riding various savage beasts, and the Killing intent emanating from their bodies could withstand the slaughter of thousands of military horses.

These generals who appeared, each had a strong Zifu Power, and each of them commanded more than 20,000 soldiers and horses, and they were ready to fight.

Further on, there were five Nirvana Venerables who divided the more than 400,000 soldiers into five branches.

Standing in the forefront is Henry Zhang, the ancestor of the Nine Seals of Jin Gemen.

He leads the entire army, and there are nine small seals circulating around him. There is a certain kind of air that faintly exudes, which makes people shudder. Under the eyes of calm like a secluded spring, it seems that nothing can shake his mood.

Dozens of cultivators of various sizes surround the army formation on both sides and at the rear.

They came from all the Sects of the Seven Paths of the Sunda Dynasty, and the disciples of the older Sects were a team.

And those Rogue Cultivators were placed at the end, and they were led by Nirvana, one of the Rogue Cultivators.

They are like soldiers, all drinking water and wine, and their expressions are cold.

After a few battles, most of the cultivators kept their faces taut and silent, with a hint of sadness in the depths of their faces.

Only those who came to participate in the battle with their blood for the first time, their hands clenched their weapons tightly, and naturally some Annai couldn't help it.

Han Lian watched this scene from a distance, and his expression did not change at all.

But when he saw a team of cultivators led by his disciple Zhou Shi, the corners of his mouth twitched.

The aura of this person has already reached the golden body state, and he obviously has a lot of luck. With the phoenix feather red gold in his hand, there is a vague aura of abandoning me.

The only thing that makes people helpless is that the breath on his body is really too weak.

If the cloud-turning beast is quite obedient to his orders under his crotch, I am afraid that he really does not know which corner it is in.

Not only that, Han Lian also saw a lot of familiar figures beside this one.

Just like what he said before about the Tianjiao list, there are several Tianjiao above, and there are some young cultivators who often listen to books.

They gathered together, and although their faces were heavy, they were still talking there.

Seeing this, Han Lian couldn't help feeling slightly relieved.

With such a group of people by his side, I don't need him to look after him too much.

He immediately raised his eyes to look at the alien, and his face could not help but be slightly solemn.

However, they saw flying sand and stone, and a group of foreign soldiers stood there. The blood on their bodies was so strong that it almost condensed a layer of celestial phenomenon around them.

At the very front, several alien Powers sitting on the beasts are eating their flesh.

If someone pays close attention to it, it is not difficult to see that they are all human flesh.

On both sides, the huge savage beasts were bound with various siege equipment, and were roaring under the control of the alien race.

A high platform was pushed out from the depths of the alien race, and on it, there was a towering altar.

There was no one above to say anything, to boost morale, but a kind of eerie serenity.

Accompanied by the dull sound of the horn, the trembling old man of the alien race walked up to the high platform.

He bowed down, muttered to himself, and in a blink of an eye, he saw him stand up, and two girls from different races walked onto the high platform holding various knives and utensils.

They knelt down on both sides of the old man, their eyes extremely pious.

The old man's face was gentle, but he picked up a delicate knife and cut open the girl's neck. The bright red heart was taken out and placed on the vessel.

He didn't look at the girl, but solemnly took the knife and opened his chest. He didn't care about the blood spilling, only that he placed his organs on the offering table one by one.

At this time, his mouth has already started to recite words, obviously his Cultivation Base is not low, but in such a situation, he can still survive.

By this time, his eyes had become wild, and without the slightest hesitation, he took off his head and enshrined it on the altar together.

As the old man fell, the head suddenly opened its mouth, speaking all kinds of obscure languages ​​of different races.

When the foreign soldiers heard it, they all looked frantic and let out a low roar.

Soaring in the sky, there was a rain of blood, which was the omen of the old man from the alien race who used himself as a sacrifice and fell.

This kind of blood sacrifice method has the same effect as the water and wine drunk among the human race. As for how much power it has, only those soldiers of the alien race know.

And in this rain of blood, those alien cultivators were insane for no reason.

With an order, under the leadership of the generals of the alien race, they rushed towards the human race camp.