Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Suddenly the jungle ahead was sparse, but it was washed out of a vast valley and plain by the winding river of a red river.

Next to the valley, a large red city is built according to the mountains. The walls are all made of blushing "red steel stone” bastion. The hidden smell of red and red is able to isolate the invasion of snakeworm ants, but it is not difficult to feel the heat. Looking far away, the clouds are steamy and sumptuous, with a few tens of thousands of meteorological flavours.

This side is the largest tribe of Wunan Fifth Road, the township of the Hulu people, and also the deepest penetration of the Great Qian dynasty in Wunan, the economic, political and military center with the highest level of indoctrination.

At this moment, the two sides of Fire Lu Castle, more than ten miles apart, are the battalion tents, the battle flag, respectively stationed a colorful and strangely shaped army of barbarians.

This is the armies of two brothers, Fire Without Tampers and Fire Without Blame.

The two men have been fighting for six months, but no one can do anything about it. They are already exhausted, and they will continue to fight. They are afraid that the entire Fire Nation will fall apart and cease to exist.

Coupled with the summation of the most prestigious great wizard of the Hundred Nation of Witchnam, the two were reluctantly temporarily dismissed.

But in the dark, he leaned against the mountain behind him, and asked for help from the ghost Qin. He waited for strong help to arrive and did it again.

At this moment, despite the war, there are three or five or seven witchcraft monks fighting in the sky.

The poisonous mist of red and purple flies, the colorful air is scattered, and there are various faces of rare protection animals with teeth dancing claws. Brah is beautiful.

These are witchcraft monks who have been invited on both sides of the fire.

Brothers of Witchcraft, trapped in a corner, and the true world of Sinohara do not intersect much. Instead, there is a deep resentment between them. In order to compete for the poor population, resources and cave heaven and earth of Witchcraft, they tend to form a common vengeance.

If a pair of enemies happen to be invited by fire without taboo and fire without blame, they belong to different camps, naturally the enemies meet, divide their eyes red, and strike a big hand at the moment, but not to stand on the main road or ghost Qin side of such a “street fight”, purely to cut off personal grievances.

When Li Yao Mixed arrived in the army, he saw a brutal monk surrounded by golden snake skin, like a giant python, cut off half his arm with a sword, and sprayed blood in the middle of the sky, screaming and falling.

From the camp of fire, he flew out dozens of barbarians, carrying him back to his own camp with seven hands and eight feet, and in his own camp, the opposite sound of the formation "Huh” was heard.

Within the armies of the opposite fire, there was noise, the drums of war sounded, and the sound of praise surrounded by dozens of miles.

“Eh, even the Golden Ring Lady lost? And a broken arm? Hee hee hee hee, his good days are over! ”

Mendo and Gusteau, two witchcraft monks, look like a blissful adventure, not at all because “Jin Huan Lao San” and himself are in the same camp, creating a slight enmity.

“Brother Snake, do you see the big black stone over there, that is the 'Black Stone Ring’, our wizard monk wants to get famous, step by step, have to go for a walk on the Black Stone Ring! ”

Mendo and Gusteau squeezed their eyebrows and said, "Today is just a little noise, not a real comparison. Wait until the Black Stone Ring officially begins in three days. If you can win 10 consecutive games up there, make sure that every southerner will know your name! ”

Li Yao frowned slightly and felt a little crying in his heart.

The so-called "Black Stone Ring” is next to the Fire Rue Castle, a very sudden large black stone, smooth as a table, 70 to 80 meters long.

It is said that any unresolved dispute of the Witchcraft clan will be resolved with fists, swords and poison fog under relatively fair conditions.

And this time between fire and fire, the controversy over whose house the position of chief of the Fire Lu has fallen is decided by the loud "hundred victories".

The so-called "hundreds of victories” means that each party sends hundreds of people to fight each other, one by one, the winner continues to stay, the loser forks out the field, so that the wheel battle until one party wins 100 games first, even if it eventually wins.

In order to prevent a party from having a superstar, such as Golden Dan, Yuan Baby, come up with a "One Enemy One Hundred” funny scene, the rule is that a superstar can only win 10 times in a row and can no longer fight.

Even the Yuan Baby Monster can only win 10 victories at most. The remaining 90 games still depend on the efforts of other comrades.

However, there is still a rule in the Battle of the Hundred Winners that there is no drop in defeat, and there is no abstention. If you want to abstain, it is a total defeat.

That is, if one of the parties really sends a Yuan Baby Monster, and the other party knows it is invincible, they must send ten warriors to die and give ten lives in order to “consume” the other party's Yuan Baby.

That's a pretty cruel game rule.

But for the appearance of a mighty man, it is appropriate.

Yes, the Battle of the Hundred is not about the strength of the individual, but about the overall strength of one force, including the ability to drain dozens of dead men who see death as their own, to consume the masters who will never be victorious.

Mendo and Gusteau blew Li Yao to win 10 consecutive games, which is to bully him into ignorance and take him away.

If you don't know, Li Yao's heart is ridiculing itself.

Thinking he “vulture Li Yao” has been in the sea for dozens of years, with Xiao Xuanzhi, Baixing River, Golden Slaughter, Lu drunk such old plot, intelligent plan of high people have hooked up, fought over the corner, talked about laughter, the wind overheard, what are you going to fight with a bunch of wildlings today?

Li Yao hates to fight what stinky, long haunted stage - if you want to kiss, forget it, military affairs, the lives of millions of people, you have to decide on the stage? What a joke!

“There appears to be a further downward shift in the number of IQ evaluations of indigenous peoples in the ancient sacred world. ”

“Witch savages just like to play the ring stage. It's ridiculous that the congregation system makes them all go blind! ”

Li Yao was quite surprised.

Make up your mind, he won't go to the monkey to play tricks. If you want to play the ring, you can play slowly. After he has figured out the details of the Dark Moon Venerable, make a comparison.

The fire has just damaged a member of the general. It was at a time of low morale that the news of the arrival of Wang Shi suddenly came, and the morale suddenly increased.

At different times, several barbarians on ink and black buffalo flew out, before a large buffalo had stood still, a man dressed in a wide robe with large sleeves, dressed like a Nakahara samurai, only a slightly darker young man rolled down: “Master Wang, Master Wang has finally arrived! Lord Ling! ”

This person is naturally on the side of the dry side of the fire.

Wu Nan Wu Lu Zhai Zhai Zhai Zhai made Ling Shouxiang, went out of the crowd, and the fire was no exception to a good enlightenment, you sang me and, soothe and cheer.

But Li Yao didn't think about them, he turned his eyes to the limit, mixed with a mindset, and looked across the camp ten miles away.

On a small mountain bag opposite, there was a young man who looked nothing like fire, but dressed as a witch, riding a horse that looked like a horse, a wolf that looked nothing like a wolf, and with a few dragon beasts, he looked at it with several knights around him.

The knights were tall and robust, slightly yellowed in skin, raised cheekbones, large and small gold rings on their ears, frigid wind tearing wrinkles on their faces, describing wonders, and southwestern earth barbarity was not a road count.

Wearing rough but functional demonic beast leather light armor, they had a long, dark black bow slanted behind them. Although not stringed, it was a hidden and bloody breath, clearly perceived by even Li Yao from a few miles away.

“That must be the blame for the fire and the ghost Qin who supported him. ”

Li Yao Rao watched with interest.

The seven people standing next to the blameless fire are all spiritual ghosts around Brother Qin.

The cultivators of the ancient holy world do not seem to know much about the rationale of concealing the spirit and suppressing the realm. They tend to make as many cultivations as they want, releasing them all, continuously consuming the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, but also exposing their strength.

It's also a common disease in the ancient world.

The strength of these seven ghosts, Brother Qin, is not strong either, between refining gas and building foundations.

But Li Yao felt a very intense sense of battlefield slaughter from them.

They are like a thousand hammers of purification, a soldier who sees death as his own, and a general practitioner who has not undergone long-term militarization training, with a very different temperament than a scattered soldier.

“Just seven light riders scattered around the small mountain bag, hidden in a fierce battle formation, emitting a thousand army horses! ”

“Qin, the cloud ghost, has a few doorways, so no wonder he can fight back with the Grand Chamber! ”

Li Yaoxin sighed darkly.

At this time, Ling Shouxiang and the scene of fire are almost finished. From the fire cloud surrounded by Fire Lu castle, another powerful and spiritual black cloud emerged. A middle-aged man dressed in a black robe stood out on the cloud with a wide mouth and a facaded face.

“The Dark Moon! ”

Mendo and Gusteau, two witchcraft monks, woke up next to Li Yao.

The Dark Moon venerator is a former baby monk and the most powerful wizard of the Five Roads of the Wizard South. He is worshipped like a god by countless ignorant barbarians.

He appeared, the tens of thousands of barbarians and witchcraft of the fire and blameless camp, all kneeling down to worship, his mouth screaming in confusion.

Li Yao closed his eyes and turned his mind. As the brother of the vulture, the Black Moon venerable is probably the biggest obstacle to his fake identity. Naturally, you should observe it carefully.

The Dark Moon honored landed slowly in front of the army, his eyes were deep as the sea, and he could not see a little expression on his miserable white face.

He is a Yuan Baby Monster, his identity is admirable, even Jindan female sword Xiu Ling Lanyin from the world's first sword pie “Purple Extreme Sword Sect” had to drill out the car account, congratulations and greetings to him.