Chapter 2383: Floods
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boom! boom! boom!
Although the explosive word is clear, it can be moved but it is not ordinary. The great holy warrior sacrificed by the monks of the heavens vanishes outside the city wall at the same time and explodes.
Looking away, each of the great holy soldiers exploded, halo spreading, all the power referred to, the imperial floods, the halo was prominent, and the sky was collapsed.
When Honghuang Zhundi changed color, he rushed forward and then backed away. How could he think of the heavens and defend the enemy with such methods? How precious is the great saint who said that he would explode when he blew himself up.
A lot of self-explosives were avoided, even though they were quasi-perfect emperors, they were also afraid of the self-destruction of the saints. I do n’t know how many quasi-perfect quasi-emperors were blown out and bloody.
"Kill me." The power of the magic weapon exploded, and Honghuang Jundi made a comeback.
Through nothingness, I can see the faces, the martyrdom is distorted, this is not a human cultivation, but this cymbal is more like a demon, with **** eyes and gritted teeth.
The monks of the heavens were not afraid. The quasi-perfect emperor in charge of the law formations urged the law formations, bombarded violently, and the monks standing against the city walls played life-saving ritual instruments.
It can be said that in addition to the soldiers, the magic weapons in the storage bags have been sacrificed, and they are all magical soldiers, one next to the other, blooming brightly, but bursting out collectively.
Everyone is crazy, in order to resist the floods and fight for precious time, all of them have been forced to go mad, at no cost.
The earth-shattering roar caused countless big saints to explode, and the scene can be imagined.
To see the imperial Emperor Honghuang, how could a wolf get so embarrassed that he was blown out by a statue, and before the body was stabilized, the gods of attack of the heavens arrived.
puff! puff! puff!
The blood flower blooming in the virtual sky is also extremely beautiful, and it is a blood flower of the quasi-perfect emperor class.
The heat hit here, and the army in the rear flooded, and the battle was in full swing.
Such as the gods and the emperors, they really regard the Honghuang army as the battlefield of the battle, or that routine, the size of the dynamic and static energy is as large as possible, and the stronger the aftermath is, the better, only if there are Honghuang people in the Quartet, they will suffer. Affect, die not distressed.
"Heli siege."
Countless emperors of the Honghuang nationality, rushing from all directions, swept the sky of the flood, one by one, hovering the emperor soldiers by hand, pinching the immortal method, which is still singled out, all are group fights.
Now, Rao is the strength of the ancestors of the heavens, and he is also bloody.
No one is afraid of fighting alone. The fear is group fights, or three or two group fights. That is thousands of attacks! They are not supreme, and their strength is so strong that they have to slay their blood when they encounter such siege. There are too many quasi-perfect emperors and they absolutely suppress the heavens.
boom! boom! boom!
The decisive battle between the heavens and the floods was completely set off. The heavens and men defended the city walls, the floods attacked violently, or the battalions attacked, or the quasi-empire charged, and the sky was full of people. In the blast of the earth, the lightning flashes and thunders are mostly silhouettes of people bathing in blood, from the great famines to the heavens.
It was so dynamic that it spread endlessly.
The battlefield in the north is sky-high, and the desert near the south Chu is silent. On the mountaintop, he is like a statue standing still, his visions are frequently displayed, and chaos is entangled in his body. At the extreme, although it is a mountain peak, it looks like a big world. Everything evolves in chaos, and it disappears with chaos, forming a certain kind of cycle, just like reincarnation, and the law seems to be looming.
In the middle, he still saw the gate of Zhundi.
Unlike the previous one, the quasi-empire door is clearer, proving that he is one point closer to the quasi-empire state, but it is only one point. To truly cross, you need stepping stones, or he can be here Come to Nirvana in precious time and truly transform.
The breeze blew and saw blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
He was not injured, but his wife was injured.
The fact is that the flood was attacked too fiercely, and many strong floods have killed the wall of Nanchu, and Nantianmen has not been spared.
This time the wounded was Na Ling, who struck down a quasi-perfect emperor, but was also beaten with a sword.
kill!
More Honghuang people attacked the city wall, from the quasi-perfect emperor, down to heaven, such as the tide like the sea, like a respect to kill God, and went up the city wall to harvest the life of souls, terrible.
war!
The monks struggled against each other, set off a war on the walls, defended every inch of territory with flesh and blood, and fell into pieces, and there were also pieces of the heavenly people who rushed from the city to the wall to fill the gap of the British soul , Fighting with Honghuang, they all went mad.
This battle lasted all night.
The monks of the heavens did not let the people behind disappointed, and the Honghuang army was repulsed. The so-called repulsion was to hit the Honghuang people from the wall of Nanchu City, but the battle continued. After the city walls, they retaliated.
boom!
With a boom, Beitianmen was breached, the city gate was smashed, and the city walls were blasted out of the gap. Even the emperor-level formations were flooded and broken, and they were damaged.
"One does not stay." A Honghuang Jundi hissed, and the first one entered from the gap. Behind him, the Wuhuang's Honghuang army followed, one more violent and bloodthirsty.
war!
The roar was terrifying, and the flood-waste people were black, and the monks in the heavens were like the tide, blocking the gap in the city wall to prevent the flood-water from entering.
boom! boom! boom!
The rumbling sound was frequent. After the North Tianmen, the East Tianmen, the West Tianmen, and the South Tianmen were all breached, just like a river breaking the bank, and countless floods of people invaded.
The battle was terrible in an instant.
The Honghuang people wanted to invade from the gap, the heavens were blocked, and both sides were blown up.
This day is a **** day.
It was not until the night fell that the rumblings of the Quartet gradually annihilated. With the raging blood mist, the two days of flooding and famine were finally repulsed.
There seems to be a tacit understanding between the two sides: the intermission.
Looking at the wall of Nanchu City, it was already broken, too many places were destroyed, and too many walls were blown up, and there were corpses all over the wall. , Dyed the world of Da Chu.
There is no wailing cry under the sky, but most of them are in tears.
In the two-day war, too many loved ones were killed, and the bodies of their loved ones were piled under the city walls. They didn't even have time to cry, one by one.
This is the cruelty of war.
The emperor and the **** will wait and return to the city wall.
They are better than them, and they are covered with blood, not fighting power, but too many quasi-employees in the wild wasteland, and the battle is extremely difficult. They are all returning from the sea of blood.
Outside the city, the face of the Honghuang tribe is even more rampant.
I really underestimated the ants of the heavens. They were so stubborn. The combat power absolutely suppressed the heavens. The military force also absolutely suppressed the heavens. They thought they could be easily broken. It was not even a city wall.
However, where do they know what this wall means? It is not piled with stone bricks, but as early as hundreds of years ago, it was stained with the blood of the British soul, the Great Wall made of flesh and blood. Take it easily, not to mention his Honghuang tribe.
At night, quiet and cold, no light.
Inside and outside the city wall, there was death-like calmness. The Honghuang army was trimming, and they were arranged in a square array. They gritted their teeth and stared at the Nanchu city wall. Blood, put out anger.
On the wall, the monks stood tall like monuments.
"I found the feeling of hitting the demon of the year." Xie Yun said, slamming the elixir into his mouth desperately, in order to restore the broken mana in the shortest time.
"The biggest is just one death, I'm not afraid." Xiong Er smiled.
"I just don't know if the ending will be the same." Situ Nan smiled tiredly and swallowed the panacea. Compared with Xie Yun, he was more injured, one arm was worn out, and blood was flowing.
At this point, all the younger generations who listened to it laughed, and it was not desolate, it was even more astonished.
"Ye Chen, you **** must win!"
This remark was that before they were swallowed up by the demon that year, they uttered the last roar, and they still rang out in their ears. In that battle, the Eucharist Ye Chen did not disappoint Wanwan Cangsheng. The British soul who died in the battle of Chu paid off his blood debt.
Now, just like that year, no matter whether the ending is the same, they will not hesitate to stand in front of Ye Chen, and also firmly believe that the tenth emperor of Dachu can reproduce myth.
Nantianmen Mountain, the beautiful scenery, was also stained with blood.
Ye Chen's wife is as handsome as a female. Her **** cloak is fierce.
They not only protect their home, but also a husband named Ye Chen.
Perhaps the moment when we stepped on the city wall, there was a kind of obsession: when people were on the city wall, in this battle, they were not born for the world, only for their Ye Chen.
At this point, the girls did not look back, leaving Ye Chen, only a **** back, engraved with vicissitudes, and only their husbands ... read.
In the lotus lamp, the female holy body holds a spiritual fruit and stares at them. They are Ye Chen's wife. They don't understand their relationship, they care about it, why not look back.
Infinitely close to Dacheng's female holy body, at this instant, there was an ancient imitation magpie, looking at their **** back, magpie remembered the past.
In some years, there was a fierce battle, and there was also a **** back, beautiful and bleak, bathed in fairy blood, leaning against the heavens, and fighting for life.
She and them are really similar.
Suddenly, she rolled her eyes and looked at the side of the wall across the lotus lamp.
There was also a **** shadow.
It was Nian Wei, who was also stained with blood. He begged all the time, begging for the fire of the beginning, and returning to Ye Chen. He could help him to pass the Emperor's Emperor's Emperor's Wasteland, in order to turn the tide.
However, in the beginning, the devotion of the fire was too heavy, and there was no intention to surrender.
"I really want that flame, and it's turned into ashes." On the world's underworld, the word of the underworld was plain, but the plain words were full of imperialism, and it was really a bit angry. The battle was so difficult that the bones became a mountain.
Emperor Huang stood silently, silent.
Compared to the Emperor, he is a sacred body without any anger.
In other words, he sees more thoroughly.
The second-ranked primordial **** fire, in addition to its unique obsession and arrogance, also has a super high level of wisdom. It is not its surrender. It is because it knows that even if it surrenders, even if it merges with the fairy fire, Ye Chen cannot enter. Zhundi, because of Ye Chen, is still in the heat.
To put it bluntly, in the beginning Divine Fire was waiting, waiting for Ye Chen to reach that critical point.
How difficult it is to break through to the emperor. In the beginning, the stepping stone was a stepping stone, but the most important thing was Ye Chen. There was a stepping stone in the sky. Without the leap strength, it was also a shock.
Emperor Huang knew this, and Ye Chen himself understood, so he was immersed in Wudao, and he needed to have a small nirvana before merging the primordial fire.
"The whole army is obedient and will attack me."
When the two supremely watched, the Emperor Honghuang's hissing rang and rang through Da Chu, the intermission was over, and the Emperor Huang had rested enough to attack again.
boom! Rumble!
The world was swaying, and the army of floods and wilds like the ocean was rolling into the turbulent waves and rushing to Nanchu, with a mighty might, even more so than before.
war!
The monks roared, boiling blood, burning like fire.
boom! boom! boom!
The fierce battle was instantaneous.
Hong Huang's attack was indeed fierce. Only half an hour before and after, he attacked the city wall, carrying a butcher's knife, his face, and threw himself at the living creatures.
puff! puff! puff!
Gorgeous blood flowers, especially scarlet in the dark world.
The **** wind moved from the north to the south.
The south of Chu is deserted, and Ye Chen, standing still, not only sheds blood, but also tears in the corners of his eyes. Although he has closed his eyes, he can clearly see the familiar backs, despite falling thousands of miles away, in a pool of blood. , Swallowed up by the flood and buried in the heavens and the earth.
He is helpless and consciously very useless. He has nowhere to show his mana. He also wants to go to the battlefield and fight alongside his wife and children. But he ca n’t. His battlefield is not the north, it is the avenue. He wants to conquer the walls.
There was a faint starlight and a breeze.
But this breeze carried a hint of coolness.
"Sadness." Ye Chen looked up, never thinking about it, and then hesitated.
Sure enough, as soon as he moved, he saw a killing sword, and there was nothing in front of him. The sword lingered around the colorful immortals. Although it was gorgeous, it was cold. Isn't it the **** immortal sword?
"It's really a haunting soul." Ye Chen was cold and humming, and he was extremely fast, only because the sword tip of the sword was only three inches away from his eyebrow. The sword was murderous and extremely cold.
The monstrous anger blinded his mind instantly. The anger was against Xi Xianjian, and he didn't want him to realize it! This time he came here to make troubles. With it, he can only feel at ease when he realizes the Tao. If he can't find the opportunity to break through, he cannot advance to the quasi-perfect emperor. Heaven will be flattened by the flood.
For a moment, he cast the Thunder God, and disappeared in an instant.
He reappeared, behind the Xianxian Sword, where there was a mark of reincarnation. The Taojian was instantaneous, blessed with the source of the Eucharist, and the sword was unmatched.
Huh!
Xun Xianjian beeping, before Ye Chen came out with the second sword, he flew away and entered into nothingness.
Ye Chen didn't say a word, carrying a sword on the road, spreading her consciousness to the fullest, and searching an inch by inch, made sure that the fairy sword was still there, and also confirmed that the fairy sword would run out of chaos.
