Everlasting Immortal Firmament

Ancient sea and a million ghosts out of the Bone Valley!

There was also a fog surrounding it, covering the bone area.

Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The sky pressed endless dark clouds, and the distance rang.

The ancient sea stands at the top of a mountain, looking out over the distance.

The clouds in the sky are the clouds of the fate of "Tragic World", played by the broken armies, as if they were more fierce than they had been, the sky was shady, and the world was filled with cold winds of Xiaoso, frozen for thousands of miles, and snowy for thousands of miles. A bitter, desperate view.

However, the loud noise came from outside the southern city of the distant town.

Outside Zhennan City, is a million bronze people, all of whom are the peak of Yuan Baby, super powerful.

A soldier who came out of town a long time ago, certainly couldn't resist millions of bronze men. But the generals were just disguised.

But I see far away, in the sky, hanging four albums! Four super huge copybooks.

The copybook hangs vertically in a square space above the copybook, creating a brilliant white light.

At this moment, about 600,000 bronze people are trapped in square space by these four copybooks.

The glowing white light on the copybook is like four giant walls, sealing all sides, trapping 600,000 bronzers.

“The copybook? The calligraphy on the manuscript?” A ghost marveled at the side of the ancient sea.

“Brilliant?” The ancient sea is confused.

“Yeah, chess books and drawings, books as books, calligraphy is the source, that must be brilliant on the copybook, sealed 600,000 bronze people with four copybooks? So the handsome was ready, so I said how to find people in the colleges last time!” The ghost was surprised.

“Colleges?” The ancient sea is confused.

“Yeah, look at those armored generals, they're just confused, they're all calligraphy masters, you see, four calligraphy books, a bunch of calligraphy masters, writing on the calligraphy books all the time, that's just indoctrination, but the general outline on the four calligraphy books is definitely more powerful, otherwise, there's no way to block 600,000 bronze people!” The ghost explained.

Looking out at the ancient sea, it turns out that all the warriors grabbed the brush and wrote in four supermassive transcripts in the open air.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz! ”

White light swept through the sky, calligraphy was self-righteous, borrowed the power of four copybooks, formed a tremendous cage, and imprisoned the bronze man who kept crashing inside.

“Hmm?”

Ancient sea eyes slightly squint.

But he saw that in the cage, flying like a myriad of elves, the elves kept pounding the brass man's head, as if they wanted to take control of the bronze man.

“Chang Shima employs a man to seal the bronze man. Want Chen to take back the bronze man? But would this bronze man be so easily taken?” The ancient sea frowned slightly.

Six hundred thousand bronze men were sealed off and another 400,000 were hit hard in the southern part of town.

“Chen, Sima Changkong, you really cheated. You think you can take back 600,000 bronze men by sealing me with a book sermon? Dream on!” The broken army roared.

Above the city building.

Chen glanced at Shima Changkou: “This method is not possible. My elves are outside the bronze people, including the broken army elves, more than a dozen can hold each other, but it is also just a hold, can't get in at all? ”

“If you can't, you have to! This" Misery World "is stronger than the original Silver Moon City. Didn't you play" Misery "before? There is no way to break the World of Misery. The last time you could break it, it was the will of the whole city. This time, only you alone. This is a spiritual piano spirit. You can't break it. Let your elves take the Bronze Man, use it for me, and destroy the army with all your might!” Sima shook her head empty-handed.

“Well, I have a song here, it was handed to me before the master left! But you need me to play it all!” Chen explained.

“But now that we've sealed the other 600,000 bronze people, of course, sealing them is not only the credit of the four copybooks, but also your credit. Without your six million elves to interfere with the bronze people inside, the four copybooks won't stop them, because of your interference, they won't be able to break the line! If you do your best to play a new song, 600,000 trapped bronze men will break out! At that time, millions of bronze men came together to fight, but we couldn't figure out how long we would last!” Sima frowned.

“But I want to play that song!” The appearance is bitter.

"Mr. Simma, you're right to stand in a purely rational light. After all, for the sake of safety, you're worried that Guhai's songs won't work. Everything we've done may have been broken down by the Bronze Man, but in the meantime, I find that I believe in Guhai's songs more. I suggest you let Chen try! ”

Sima frowned slightly.

Four copybooks, brazenly covered, the strong calligraphers have a brazen body, a group of bronze people can't touch them at all, and they have the sound barrier of Chen, and they are not influenced by "The Tragic World", the cage of integrity is very special, the interior is sturdy, 600,000 bronze people attacked, but it cannot be broken, while the outside bronze people, unable to touch, want to destroy the copybook, but, once the shape, suddenly entered the cage of integrity.

Four hundred thousand bronzers attacked the city, but it could not be broken, and the broken army was also a little anxious. Cold looking at the distant air cage.

“Hmm, split my strength in two? I can't break the city? Then I won't break the city. I'll destroy your four albums first!” The broken army shouted cold.

The scout waved.

“Boom!”

The 400,000 bronze men who attacked the city suddenly stopped everything and suddenly broke into the cage together.

“Shit!” Shima's face changed.

At the end of the day, the power of millions of bronze people coming together is too great. Six million Chen Pokémon have limited interference.

Suddenly do your best.

“Boom!”

There was a loud noise and four blazing air walls burst into a crack.

“Ah!”

Masters of calligraphy, suddenly hit by a powerful backlash.

“No, come on, block it, write it!” The calligraphy masters rushed forward in horror, grabbed the brush and wrote it up quickly.

“Break it!” cried the army.

“Boom!”

A sudden shock struck the sky, millions of bronze men took a full blow, and the cage burst open.

“Rip, rip, rip! ”

Four loud sounds, four supermassive copybooks, blown to pieces, scattered empty.

Millions of bronze men suddenly free.

“Hahahahahahahaha, the book? But that's what it is!” The broken army grinned.

Above the city building, everyone looks heavy.

“Give me the fucking city!” Broken Army Cold Channel.

“Boom!”

Millions of bronze nearly simultaneously bombarded the city building.

“Boom!”

The tower trembled and the crowd rioted at Stone.

“Chen, maybe I really thought wrong, huh, you try it! That song from the ancient sea!” Sima smiled bitterly.

“Should have let me come! The host's song is a little worse than mine, but it still works!” Chen never forgets to put gold on his face.

The scout waved.

“Boom!”

Six million Pokémon were immediately put away.

“Oh, leave my bronze man alone?” The distant army was slightly surprised.

Because of these elves, the action of their bronze men cannot be agreed, the damage is much smaller, there is more or less interference, but now, what is Chen going to do?

“Ding!”

As soon as Chen Tanker moved, a huge heavenly qin appeared in the void, expanding Chen's voice.

“Playing piano? Haha, is it" Sadness "or" Ambush on the Ten Sides "? Chen, your music, I know everything. You still want to play the piano in front of me?” The Broken Army revealed a slight smile.

“Ding, ding, ding! ”

Chen's violin sounded. Along with the sound of the violin, in the sky, a sudden drum of war sounded like a thunderbolt, and everyone who blew it was a spirit.

“Boom! Boom! Knock, knock! ”

“Boom! Boom! Knock, knock! ”

“Boom! Boom! Knock, knock! ”

……………………

The drums of war shook the heavens and the earth, and under the sound of powerful drums of war, the snow fluttered with the drums of war. And the drums of war have a more killing vibe in them.

The previously disturbed general of the city heard the drums of war and suddenly the blood boiled.

“Not Ambush on the Ten Sides?” The broken army frowned.

“Boom! Boom! Knock, knock! ”

The sound of the drums of war, increasingly dense, slowly, in the void, congealed a blue figurine, constantly drumming like a drum. And drummers are especially numerous, and at a glance, millions of people are drumming.

“A million drummers? Is this the army?” Countless people show surprise.

There was a war drum in the war, but only a few people were drumming. What scene did Chen want to play? A million drums? No wonder it's so shocking.

But a million drummers. But what war? Millions of people are a lot of fighting power. You let them just go drumming?

Simma frowned at the sky drummer.

“Ding, ding, ding! ”

As the music continues, the scene that the Taoist landscape presents is constantly changing.

But around a million drummers, standing four million fighters.

“Well, what's the use of these phantoms of concentrations, at best as powerful as the innate realm? A hundred of my bronzers will destroy them! A million drummers, four million junk generals? Chen, is that all you got?” The broken army grinned.

Four million sergeants stood respectfully on the Quartet, a million drummers drumming, looking together at a huge military tent that slowly appeared in the center, a hundred grand military tent.

“General Weiwu! ”

“The general will prevail! ”

“The General is invincible! ”

Four million sergeants, with their voices ripped open and their voices roared! Along with the drums of the earthquake, a massive atmosphere of ‘General Weiwu' erupted, and a belief in a hundred victories suddenly swept up.

The conviction of victory seemed to instantly infect everyone. In the southern city of the town, everyone's blood boiled. What was the general in that huge military tent?

“Million drummers, four million sergeants, are all companions, all just shouting, for the general in the tent, to conjure up the threat of an extinct god? How could there be such a weird song? What's your name? What's your name?” Ma Changkong was surprised.

“General!” Far away, the ancient sea answers ghost questions.