Comprehension beginners with 4.6 billion years of cultivation

The next day, the sky was bright.

The sound of soldiers running was heard on the Great Wall. The daily morning exercises of the Great Wall guards consisted of running from one beacon tower to the next beacon tower, and then to the next beacon tower...running a few big circles.

Zeng Jing was awakened by the sound of soldiers running. She stretched out her hand to catch her, only to remember that Xiaoyi had been run away by herself last night. After sitting up and looking, she found Xiaoyi was sleeping in the corner of the beacon tower. As soon as he woke up, Xiao Yi woke up immediately and sat up.

"I said that I had a good bed, but I still escaped." Zeng Jing smiled: "There is no credit at all."

Xiaoyi couldn't laugh or cry: "Who knew you could be so frantic about an animal."

Zeng Jing laughed and said, "I'm still in pediatrics. You haven't seen how perverted cat people are when they pick up cats."

When the two said this, the old general's voice sounded outside: "Xiao Zeng, have you gotten up yet?"

Zeng Jing smiled and said: "Get up!"

He put on his clothes and went out. The old general smiled at him and said, "Look over there, Prince Ding is spoofing again."

Zeng Jing turned her head and looked. The fat paper had a pair of panda eyes, and the three master masters under her opponent complained: "Let me go back. I can't sleep all night here. I feel demon when I hear a bird cry. The modified bird came to kill me. When I heard the sound of insects, I felt that the demon modified the insects to kill me. Look at my eye circles, my eye circles are dark."

The three masters of primordial spirits couldn't laugh or cry: "Young Master, we stayed outside your beacon tower all night last night, our spirits were released a few miles away, and there was no demon cultivator approaching at all. You don't have to be so scared at all."

Fat Paper cried, "Did your divine consciousness sweep the rocks? Did you sweep the trees?"

The three souls were embarrassed: "No!"

The fat paper said: "That's not right. Stones can also be transformed into demon cultivators, and big trees can also be transformed into demon cultivators. There are so many types of demon cultivators that you can't take care of them. If I were killed, they would all be Your pot."

Three: "..."

Zeng Jing watched happily next to him, and the old general shook his head: "Look at this trash, he doesn't have a good smile."

Zeng Jing smiled and said: "Why don't you care about him? Anyway, Zhu Youxiao wants to be a carpenter. Someone has to help her take care of it in this big world. I think this kind of scary waste material is also good, especially It is very good to be a puppet emperor with support."

The old general: "!!!"

The two of them were talking about this. Suddenly, in the distant sky, there was a gradual black smoke... Then another black smoke rushed up, and then another... Beacon tower on the Great Wall, one after another There was a plume of smoke, from far to near, and in a blink of an eye, they arrived at the beacon tower of Zeng Jing and the others.

The guards shouted immediately: "Enemy attack, there is an enemy attack! Go to rescue."

A large number of soldiers began to run on the wall.

When the fat paper over there saw this picture, his whole body trembled suddenly, got into the beacon tower, shrank into a ball, and shivered.

Zeng Jing said unhappily, "Pick him up, let's go over and take a look."

Chapter 422-Sword God

Mortal soldiers can quickly move on the top of the mountain through the Great Wall. Of course, no matter how fast they move, they can't compare to the speed of cultivators in the sky.

The monks of Jin Yiwei, Zeng Jing, and Fat Paper flew towards the direction where the first pillar of beacon was burning.

In fact, Fat Paper is also a cultivator, but he is scared now, he can't even fly by himself, relying on three masters to support him to fly in the sky, but even with such a strong combat power around him, he It's still a dying look.

It didn't take much time, the front battlefield was on the lookout.

I saw a section of the city wall in front, which had been punched through a big hole. Many ordinary soldiers of the Demon Xiu Nation were rushing through those holes. The guards of the Da Meng Nation were shooting arrows on the city wall to resist. .

As soon as Zeng Jing saw this face painting, she felt strange: "Where is the opponent's cultivator? Why didn't he come out? Why only let ordinary soldiers attack? If the cultivator would help, wouldn't the battle be over soon?"

A cultivator next to him whispered: "This is the tactic used by the demon cultivator. When the army is attacking the city, the demon cultivator will not show up and hide aside. Only the mortal soldiers will attack the city. When our cultivator comes to the rescue, he sees In this scene, it was thought that the other party had no cultivators, and it was easy to ambush."

"That's it!"

As soon as the two of them said this, they saw the fat man flying next to them refreshed, and said overjoyed: "It turns out that the Demon Xiu Nation did not send cultivators, but only some mortal soldiers to fight. Hahaha, the king just There is nothing to be afraid of."

He no longer needed the three primordial cultivators to carry him to fly. He threw a big wooden fish out, stood on the wooden fish, first descended to a low altitude, and hovered in the low air not far from the battlefield. He pretended to be stunned and said loudly to the demon cultivators who were attacking the city wall: "You are waiting for the demon cultivators of the country. Seeing this king, don’t you stop quickly? This king is the prince of the cute country, if you hurry up and put down your weapons Surrender, there is still a way to survive, otherwise..."

Before he could finish a sentence, a big tree standing beside him suddenly moved, and with a whirr, he threw out countless vines and attacked the fat paper.

The fat paper froze slightly, then was shocked: "Oh my mother, this big tree is a monster."

A lot of tree vines have been thrown in front of him, and the fat paper is also a bit of cultivation, not a complete idiot. Seeing the tree vines attacking, he quickly wanted to escape in the opposite direction, but another big tree stood up behind him. Several vines were also thrown out of the ground.

Counting the vines on both sides to the middle, the fat paper saw that it was inevitable, so he had to cry out strangely: "Help my king."

"I'm coming!"

Three rays of light flashed, and the three masters of Yuanshen next to Fat Paper shot at the same time. The magic weapon rotated around the Fat Paper and quickly shot down the trees and vines that were drawn towards him. Surrounded by the middle.

Fat paper was relieved, but screamed nervously: "There are monsters, there are monsters!"

On the ground next to it, several huge trees came into motion. It turned out that these big trees are all thousand-year-old tree spirits. With a flick of the tree vines, the sky is full of branches and leaves flying randomly, all turned into hidden weapons, towards the fat The paper is attacking.

Then, a few squirrels, birds and other things jumped up on the tree, and they all threw out the magic weapon. All of a sudden, countless magic weapons attacked the fat man.

It’s all because Fat Paper made his own staff and declared himself a prince. Isn’t this attracting firepower?

The demon cultivators capture the thief first and capture the king, so they must put him flat first.

All of a sudden, too many magic weapons came.

The three primordial masters around Fat Paper couldn't stop it at all, because the tree vines thrown by the thousands of tree spirits alone were enough for these primordial masters to drink a pot.

The masters in Jinyiwei also hurriedly took action. Numerous magic weapons flew over, rotating around the fat paper to resist, only to hear the sound of ping-pong-pong, centering on the fat man, forming a huge magic vortex. Numerous magic weapons rammed around here, playing extremely lively.

Zeng Jing glanced at it, and the fighting here was really different from the fighting in a quagmire.

The last time Zeng Jing participated in the battle between various sects of Shushan to fight against the moon worship. There were hundreds of cultivators on both sides in a melee. The scene was already very big, but compared with the current battle, it still lacked a little momentum.Because this is really a national-level battle, both sides sent out masters from masters.

Jinyiwei five yuanshen, fat paper three yuanshen, there are eight masters of the soul, which is more than the total of the masters of the original Shushan party.And the demon cultivator's thousand-year king and eighth, ten thousand-year tortoise, black mountain old tree spirit, etc., combined are equivalent to the strength of a digital soul master.

Moreover, as soon as they met each other, the two sides beat their opponents to death, and there was no reason for such boring behavior.

This is the real national war!

"help!"

The cries of fat paper echoed during the national war, as if playing music for the battle.

After the fat paper ghost yelled a few times, he suddenly felt the silhouettes of people around him sway. Zeng Jing actually appeared beside him and patted him on the shoulder with a grin: "Don't be afraid."

Fat paper: "It's not that you are afraid. Look at these magic weapons, they are all directed at me, because I am a noble prince."

Zeng Jingle said: "Hahaha, you have a fart to kill the prince Bao, nothing, you can see clearly, next, I will repel all these demons, let you know that there is no fear at all. necessary."

Fat paper: "?"

Zeng Jing brushed the floor and pulled out the ugly wooden sword on his back.