Yama Rising Chapter 709: : Hero’s battlefield (1)
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Shu Lala...The yellow sand on the top of the mountain is full of cloudy winds, and the desert under the moonlight brings a kind of lonely and lonely atmosphere of the long river sunset.
In the dilapidated Shrine of the Martyrs, Zhao Yun was sitting on an abandoned stone. Straighten your hands and place them on an empty scabbard in front. Where the scabbard was in contact with the ground, one by one extremely complicated Yin Fu quietly radiated out. Slowly crawled across the room.
The strong wind blew through the empty gaps of the Martyrs' Shrine, like thousands of ghosts crying. Blowing his black hair flew almost straight.
Under the moonlight, darkness enveloped the mountain like a tide, like the sea before a storm, under the surrounding mountain fog that never dissipated, I do not know how many Yin soldiers stared here.
The surging killing intent turned this dark night into dead silence. In the silence of Wan Lai, a second voice suddenly sounded in the Martyrs’ Shrine: "Why."
"Although the children of Changshengtian are brave, they also respect the brave warriors. I can swear to Changshengtian that you will never annihilate your soul. Although I don't know who you are...but you just have to rely on Benhan. I will Let your prestige spread at home and abroad!"
"This is my promise to you, the great ancestor of Genghis Khan in history. You are a rare hero, and a hero is worthy of respect."
Zhao Yun smiled.
A man who is obviously handsome and cold, but when he smiles, he gives people a feeling of spring and rain: "Then you know, how do the history books evaluate me?"
"I don't know."
Zhao Yun looked at the sky calmly, and there was a broken tile where he entered, and a bright moon was faintly visible. His voice did not show off at all, but merely stated the facts: "I have no longevity, only the body has the courage."
"You are no longer the emperor. Once you have entered the Yinsi, you have to obey the order of the dead! I will take care of the underworld. I will arrest the underworld. I will arrest the underworld! The underworld takes people and evades. Do you think it is a joke? "
"Sweat profusely. If you violate my China, you will be punishable even if you are far away, like my Tianwei, although it is difficult to report... Although the underground palace is now declining, the capital city is the capital city, and the underground city is the underground palace!"
The sound was like thunder, but it didn't come out of the Hall of the Martyrs. It seemed to be speaking to Temujin, more like... it was speaking to the last remnant soul of Changshengtian behind him.
Silence.
For a long time, the voice sounded again: "Who doesn't want to be famous in history? I can do it, you can do it. But with the yellow-mouthed kid just now, he can do it to make your name last forever?"
"Presumptuous!" Zhao Yun cried out: "The Lord of Hades, are you qualified to discuss?"
"Very good." The voice was equally calm: "I Temujin spent my life, and Bing Feng pointed out that the whole Eurasian trembling under my riding whip. Not many people can remember, you are one of them. Hopefully. You can still laugh when the hoof of the'God's Whip' crushes your formation."
"The gate of Changshengtian will always open to you."
"Amur Baihu, Chini, Hu Si."
Good luck to you.
No one speaks anymore.
The air is hot to cold, as if swords are blasting together. Everyone knows that they have had too many similar conversations. Short and nothing new. However, this is the last time.
The last silence.
The last temptation.
Next...See you at Tuqian!
The remnant soul of the longevity sky can't afford to wait, especially when another Yama is coming.
Tie Muzhen couldn't wait. After hundreds of years of suppression, he couldn't wait to see the light of day again.
The Emperor Ming and the national teachers are also eager... eager for their era to re-shroud this land.
Once glorious, and the opportunity is right in front of you, how can you be quiet?
This dark sea, at this moment, has reached a boiling point.
Time passed by every minute, everyone was making the final preparations. At midnight on the 26th, a slight bell came from nowhere.
"I, we, are we really going to go?" Qin Ye was surrounded by a circle of cultivators with yellowish faces. Everyone holds a talisman in his hand, black on red background
The characters, the lines are extremely complicated. Huddled beside Qin Ye and asked tremblingly.
They are not afraid of catching ghosts, and they even say they are in their profession. But the premise... is a ghost within the grasp of power.
This level of battle is beyond their consideration at all! Even the scariest nightmare has never appeared!
"You don't need to do it, take the talisman, and sit in the place I specify. If you don't die, don't move." Di listen watched the sudden silence in the mountains. With the sound of swaying dead trees under the mountain fog, he said in a deep voice: "Don't you want to see, what are you afraid of these past few weeks?"
"But..."
"No, but." Qin Ye calmly said: "No one will come to rescue you. Either survive to regain your freedom, or die here and bury your bones."
After saying this, he was no longer in the mood to encourage him, but stared at the bottom of the mist.
Enough said in the past few days, it's useless to sharpen the gun.
Several seconds of silence, and then, countless crows croaked up to the sky, and the mist below frantically twisted. It is like countless piranhas under the sea, about to rush out of this boiling ocean, tearing the people on the island to pieces!
"Goooo..." I don't know which monk swallowed fiercely. On the top of this mountain where needles can be heard, it should have been very clear. However, the shaking drum instantly swallowed his voice.
The mountain **** is playing drums!
Boom boom boom! The fierce drums of war echoed across the mountain. In the next second, the endless sound of horseshoes slowly sounded in all directions.
It's far away.
Listen to the sound to identify the position, probably thousands of meters.
A lot.
Densely dense, like rain falling on the earth, in an endless stream.
The beginning is still slow, the rhythmic rain curtain prelude, in less than five seconds, the wilds and wilds are deafening, like the sound of horses hoofs from the thunder of the sky, rumbling over!
No screaming.
There was no shouting to kill.
Only the silent, deadly, repressed Host Charge! Stormy showers!
Boom! ! ! If it was just a wave on the sea just now, it had already turned into a huge wave in an instant, rushing straight to the Jiangxin Island of Ma Shoufeng. The sound of the heavens and the earth breaking, the killing intent that the universe must be razed, the invisible ghost killing intent erupted instantly, forming a majestic vortex of ten thousand meters around Ma Shoufeng!
If the Huangshan Mountains and the sea of clouds, it is extremely spectacular.
At the peak of the sea of clouds, Qin Ye raised his hand. In the assault of heaven and earth, like a torch on the top of a mountain.
Getting closer and closer, the vortex in all directions is getting faster and faster! Just three hundred meters from the front of the mountain, the sound of horseshoes shook the sky, and he suddenly pressed his hand: "Array!!"
Damn! All the cultivators bit their lip, desperately ran to the position where they had been practicing for several days, bit their fingertips, and wiped the talisman with blood.
Swipe--! There are thousands of rays of light blooming in the talisman, all ascending to the sky, countless complicated talisman hovering out of it like vines, drawn into a picture in the void.
Boom——! ! The impact sound that caused the world to temporarily lose its voice instantly engulfed other sounds. Countless ripples bloomed around Ma Shou Peak, which was a sign of countless golden tent cavalry's undaunted charge.
The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
Here...coming!
Qin Ye never imagined that he would face the world-famous golden tent forbidden by Europe as the whip of God. But weirdly, now I only feel the blood boiling in my heart. He quietly listened to the sound of horse hooves resounding through the world, one thousand meters, eight hundred meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters...
Two hundred meters!
His hand suddenly pressed: "Open!!"
The words fell, all the cultivators bit their index fingers, donating blood and wiping them on the talisman. Suddenly, the talisman was covered with white light, spreading out like vines of Yin Talisman, slowly intertwining in the air, and finally turned into a hundred pieces. The meter-high Laozi riding a bull.
Dily listening to the two claws together: "The purple qi comes to the east for 30,000 miles, and the first 5,000 words of Hanguan. I will become three clear in one gas!"
Swipe--! Lao Tzu rode the bull west, suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and then blew lightly. In an effort of ninety thousand li, the mountain-like mist between the peaks disappeared in an instant, and everything below was finally fully presented before Qin Ye's eyes.
Cavalry.
Countless cavalry!
Riding a skeletal war horse and wearing jet black armor. At the forefront is the Iron Buddha Statue, which is like a torrent of steel, and behind it, is the scimitar brigade neatly like a PS. Finally...there are countless horse archers, more than 50,000!
At the feet of every cavalry, the complicated patterns of the longevity sky are shining, and tens of thousands of horses reflect each other, like wildfire stars. Among the endless cavalry, fifteen flags embroidered with the Tenglong banner fluttered in the wind. Those were the fifteen Ming emperors in the Yuan Dynasty except Tie Muzhen, all of them at the judge level. And under the banner, there are two yin auras at the level of palace monarchs.
There was the Yuan Dynasty, the ninety-eight national destiny, the fifteenth emperor, and the second national division. Now, gather at Ma Shoufeng!
Before them, there is a thin light curtain, which has been eliminated to the final stage. The overcast symbols are indeterminate. And inside...
Nothing!
Mashoufeng has three layers of defense.
The outermost layer is this crumbling light curtain, and the innermost layer is the Shrine of the Martyrs. And in the middle...
It's them.
Eight people and one dog, facing the tens of thousands of golden tents called the whip of God!
Boom! ! In less than five minutes, the knife shines like snow, the flying arrows are like locusts, and countless golden butterflies fly in the air in the last thin light curtain. Tens of thousands of cavalry rushed in like mercury, the suffocating murderous aura and the overcast sky, and the carpet covered the entire hill.
"My God..." "Buddha bless..." "Grass! Hassles!!" The practitioners were staring at the dark clouds flying in all directions, but no one dared to take a step.
Time seems to be silent at this moment.
Not true silence. It's the kind of violent storm that is about to pour down, embracing destruction...dead silence.
The killing intent freezes for the time, and the yin is directed at the bullfight. In the midst of this massacre, the first call to kill in history, burst the audience with imperfect Chinese.
"For Tengri!!!"
Kill!
I came, I saw, I conquered!
Movement is like thunder and anger, quiet like a river and sea. The cloud whirlpool charged frantically towards the center, and there was only one person in front of them.
Swipe...a bone umbrella slowly propped up, Qin Ye looked at the cavalry closer and closer, and could even see the sharp blades in their hands. At the moment when it was approaching the range of fifty meters, the whole body's Yin Qi burst out, forming a circle of dark shock waves sweeping the top of the mountain, and the cavalry at the front was swept upside down!
The prestige of the mansion.
"The messenger takes people, and the idleness retreats!!" Qin Ye glared at the tens of thousands of cavalry in front of him: "A group of demons and demons, dare to show power in front of the monarch?!"
Shu Lala... Behind a trail of ghosts flickering, there are ghosts with a mouth as big as a black hole, corpses like zombies, a boy with bleeding from seven orifices, and... a baby that is as dark as ink.
"Kwon Jinghao, Liu Changmin."
"Subordinates are here."
"This is not a royal minister, but a rebel." He waved his hand: "Kill them all! Leave none!"
"Yes!!!"
The unformed Hyakki Yexing turned into a boundless wind, roaring straight towards the cavalry group. At the same time, Qin Ye turned to look at the Martyrs' Shrine.
Brother Zhao, have you heard?
There is so much we can do. Whether you can take that step is up to you in the end.
In the Shrine of the Martyrs, a pair of closed eyes finally slowly opened.
In the next second, the Yin Qi is like, forming a terrifying black beam of light, straight into the sky! The whole sky is completely dark! In the next second, countless blood-red eyes opened, nailed to him, and...the two figures were seen.
"Changshan Zhao Zilong is here." He slowly picked up the scabbard on the ground: "Sweat, can you dare to fight?!"