Zhao Ge: 87. The battle of hits
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The space of the Battle of Difen, the bottom layer of the Tower of Prisoners.
The awakened majesty of the ancient emperor collided with the desolate beasts who walked out of the Netherworld, and the prophetic relief carved on the mysterious iron gate became a reality in the darkness that no one could see-the battle of the Emperor and Fen in a sense Unfolding again underground, the hatred that was once did not end with the end of life.
The desolate beast and the ancient emperor are under the yellow spring, once again fighting each other.
On the ground invisible to Ye Qiusheng, Bailishu, Jun Wanbai and others, in this space that has been forgotten by history for tens of thousands of years, the long wind blows across the rocky, deep black earth. The wind has become more violent, and the sound of the wind is as stern as a horn through the ancients. The bones of the wild beasts buried here glowed with a faint light, like the back light that finally came back after several epochs, and the majesty of the overlord of the wild era came to the earth.
The dark red sunlight of the day of death falling to the west covers everything, like a **** battle.
Lying on the ground, the spine of a desolate beast, like a ridge of an ice peak, forms a ring from a height. The center of the ring is the open space where the tower of the prisoner is hidden. At this moment, the enchantment on the open ground was trembling violently, and it might break at any time. The black building buried deep in the ground seemed to be struggling to wake up from sleep.
Jun Wanbai and Li Xinzheng who walked in the tower of the prisoner faced off against Qiu Qianhe, who defeated the Golden Crow Bronze. The light of the sword fell on the faces of these young people, and the prisoner tower under their feet suddenly It shook violently.
Qin Jiu, who was holding the wine, stopped the action of filling the wine. He looked around and saw the fine lines on the black rock light up one by one on the black rock beside his head. Holding a long sword, Chu Zhiyuan looked down at the bottom of the tower. In the darkness that seemed to be able to swallow everything, a faintly terrifying power was brewing.
Liao Qian, who was not killed by the Weigui bronze statue, shuddered in the sudden shock. He turned his head to look into the deep darkness, his face pale.
Zhou Wen'an, who didn’t know exactly what happened, stepped on the railing and jumped high. He reached out to pick up a spiritual position card that slowly fell from the air. The spiritual position card said Nine Profound Limai Zhao Zhihe, pale. The handwriting represents a sacrificed Jiu Xuan disciple.
The Mingxin monk who recites the Buddha's name stepped onto the crisis-ridden stone steps. Wearing a robe, he chanted the scriptures of Duer, and walked down the barren tower where thousands of ghost sounds gradually rose.
Darkness rises little by little from the bottom layer, consuming this ancient tower born in the Chaos Era layer by layer. On the 33rd floor of the corridor, several figures swiftly walked through, laying out strange formations in front of each tower room, but their footsteps suddenly stopped--
In the darkness, a tall woman with a long knife stood in front of them, with a cold light glowing on the knife.
"Long time no see."
Sounding the familiar **** smell in the air that lingered deep in the memory, Liu Wuyan slowly raised his head blankly, his voice cold without hiding his murderous intent.
The figures stopped by her slowly dispersed, forming a semi-arc encirclement. In the face of Liu Wuyan’s oppressive force, they lifted their camouflage, and their eyes behind the mask were as murderous as a hungry wolf. The machete in his hand is like a moon.
"Long time no see, Jintang's dark dog."
Liu Wuyan took a long leg, and when the prisoner tower was shaking endlessly, the long knife in his hand suddenly slashed straight.
At the moment when Liu Wuyan swung his sword and the dark guard of the Tang Dynasty rushed forward, Shen Changge, holding a folding fan, avoided layer after layer of traps, and finally reached the bottom of the prison tower.
He stepped on the ground that had completely turned dark red, and Shen Changge saw the closed mysterious iron prison gate - in the dark, the relief group of images emitting strange light on the prison gate was especially eye-catching.
He opened the folding fan and walked towards the prison gate.
Suddenly, he stopped.
"Which friend is hidden here, why not come out and see?"
Shen Changge looked around and said loudly, not impatient or impatient, as if he was simply saying hello to ordinary people. But he had already buckled a few things in his left hand at some point. The next moment, several Ye Mingzhu were ejected by Shen Changge and scattered in several directions on this floor.
Ye Mingzhu fell on the ground, illuminating those locations.
In the bottom of the tower with the prison gate as the center, eight ancient and strange bronze statues slowly rise on the gossip position-these bronze statues are all humans on the upper body, and strange animals on the lower body. . The bronze statues of half humans and half beasts each held different weapons in their hands, and all the bronze statues' heads turned around at some unknown time, looking at the position of Shen Changge.
Shen Changge glanced at the bronze statue, raised his foot and took a step towards the gate of the mysterious iron.
As soon as he took a step, the eight bronze statues slid forward silently for a certain distance.
"Ah... so you are the prison guards." Shen Changge shook his fan, with an apologetic smile on his face, "It seems that you have to..."
"Kill you guys first!"
Shen Changge's voice was smiling, but the next moment he was already up, the folding fan in his hand was waved, and the Yin Yang Tai Chi seal broke out in the darkness.
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Shen Changge’s folding fan unfolded, Liu Wuyan’s long sword was swung, Qiu Qianhe’s copper bell shook, Jun Wanbai’s double swords rang, and Li Xin’s figure changed...At the moment when all this is mixed and happening at the same time , Bailishu, who unfolded Yu Jian's own hands to cause all this, stood on the side of the throne.
Ye Qiusheng was watching the "Battle of Emperor and Fen" under Huangquan a few years later, while Bailishu was watching the empty throne and the long bronze case.
Some broken pictures flashed through his mind--
The dying ancient emperor sat on the throne that turned into an ordinary bronze chair, looking at the people slowly walking out of the darkness, the mysterious iron prison door had not been closed yet, and the light fell in the small cell , The man came back in backlight, holding a long sword in his hand.
"It's unimaginable."
The dying ancient emperor retains his majesty, and his sigh is still indelibly high.
"The majesty of the ancient emperor enveloped the world, and the emperor’s prestige always obeyed it, but the scorching sun burned the earth for too long, and people longed for rain after all." The tone of the person holding the sword was calm, without anger, "We From the very beginning, the lives of these people have been like bee moths to you emperors. But although bee moths have a small life, their strength cannot be underestimated."
"As early as when the vision arose, you should have been punishable, and now it has become a major disaster."
said the ancient emperor.
"There will be a new Shiba after a dead eighteen. Even without me, there will be others."
The sword in the young man's hand is slowly slanted.
"Who are you from the 18th clan?"
The obscure coercion on the ancient emperor slowly gathered.
"Gravekeeper."
——Bai Lishu heard that the thin young man standing in the backlit in the phantom picture said so.
"Gravekeeper?" The ancient emperor burst into a hoarse laughter. He slapped the throne and stood up, "Are you the one they sent me to the grave?"
When the ancient emperor started his hand, the youth's sword light also cut through the darkness.
The moment when the sword light cut through the darkness, it also illuminated the youth's eyebrows.