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Chapter 853 Yellow Sand Wears Golden Armor in Hundred Battles, If Loulan is not broken, it will never be returned!  !

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    Xiao Kunpeng, whose confidence was greatly increased, looked at Bu Feifan coldly, and with a flash of his figure, he began to take the initiative to attack.

    The Immortal Knife is really extraordinary, the aura of the blade is permeating, and it is engraved with the perfect emperor's pattern. When it is cut with a knife, the void is shattered, and Bu Feifan dare not take it hard.

    At this time, Bu Feifan's mind was a little tangled. Due to the exposure of his identity, he had many methods that he could not use, which caused him to be restrained everywhere.

    "It turns out that Bu Feifan's poems can't be used. I can only use new poems. Taixue covers a wide range of subjects. It is expected that as long as I don't have a heart, no one will suspect that I am Bu Feifan."

    Bu Feifan thought so, and chanted in a low voice when Little Kunpeng arrived with the Immortal Sword.

    "Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain"

    After the first sentence was chanted, it immediately attracted strong fluctuations in the void.

    Above the vast sky, a torrential sea appeared above the sky. The water in the sea was billowing and churning, the color of the water was bright blue, and the momentum of the river and sea shook the Nine Heavens Milky Way.

    Above Qinghai, there are thousands of miles of white clouds in the sky. The white clouds are misty, and there are countless visions, sometimes ferocious beasts, sometimes mountains and rivers, sometimes vegetation, and the trend of mountains and rivers is always changing.

    Boundless dao rhymes circulate, a tall snow mountain appears in the center of Qinghai and the white clouds with a bone-piercing chill, like the mysterious snow that will never melt for thousands of years, majestic and majestic, connected with the Qinghai white clouds, as if connected with heaven and earth,  Sitting on the ground and uplifting the sky, the momentum is magnificent.

    "Looking at Yumen Pass from a lonely city"

    As soon as the second line of the poem came out, a long and desolate ancient city immediately appeared from the sky above the clouds, and the breath of the ancient prehistoric rushed over. The city sitting on the clouds looked like a heavenly palace, but there was a sense of sadness permeating it, revealing the ancient gods.  The fierceness of the battle of demons.

    And in the distance of this city, there is a peerless majestic pass that leads to the nine worlds and the Milky Way. This majestic pass is like a heavenly gate sitting on the frontier.  That is the vicissitudes of the years left by the war of gods and demons.

    Above Xiongguan, the letter¡ª¡ªYumen.

    "The yellow sand wears the golden armor in a hundred battles"

    Countless gods and demons appeared from the vicinity of Xiongguan in fantasy. It was an ancient battlefield, and countless corpses of gods and demons lay on the ground, lying on the ground as if unwilling to sleep.

    The corpses of gods and demons opened their eyes furiously, and their resentment and resentment turned into billowing demonic energy hovering over the battlefield. The tragic aura reverberated, and there were remnants of divine weapons and demon blades cut off everywhere, standing on the ground. Strong resentment and resentment  Formed into a black resentful dragon with its teeth and claws stretched out, it protruded from the clouds and let out a mournful dragon roar.

    This is a fight between the gods and demons of the two camps. Outside the Yumen Pass, a group of gods and demons are wearing golden armors, their eyes are almost red with murder, and the eyes are flickering with murderous intent.

    "If you don't break Loulan, you will never return it"

    All the visions disappeared, and a new picture unfolded from the sky. The vast picture scroll spread out the Milky Way, which made all the Gaiden Tianjiao look sideways, and made the White Emperor who was fighting Chu Linxue and Anu palpitate.

    It was a dilapidated ancient city, densely covered with black armor, each one exuding the aura of gods and demons in the world. They stood on the city wall, looking down at the golden warriors who were breaking the city.

    Thousands of arrows are fired, and each arrow has the infinite power to destroy the world. The killing intent is like a tide, and the arrows turn into ten thousand feathers.

    Under the ancient city of Loulan, countless golden gods and demons were pierced through the chest by black iron feather arrows, and the blood of the gods and demons was swayed, and the blood stained the yellow sand.

    "Gods and demons are at war, if I don't break the ancient Loulan realm, I will never die and I will transform into a god's mansion, and I will come again from the Nine Nethers!!"

    "Loulan Demon Land, destroy my old family, for the dead compatriots, for the dead old world, even if it is death, I will destroy this demon land with this remnant body!!"

    "Today, our soldiers sent millions of gods and demons, even if you stain Loulan with the blood of your gods and demons, you will destroy this world!!"

    "kill!"

    "kill!!"

    Countless gods and demons fought in a melee, and some people became stronger as they killed, their eyes were blood red, and evil spirits shot up all over their bodies.

    This was a shocking scene, even Bu Feifan was a little shocked.

    Containing all emotions, Bu Feifei spoke out a few words lightly.

    "The poem is completed, this poem: Join the army!!"

    After finishing the sentence, Dao sensed it, and was immediately responded and recognized by Tiandao.

    Nine echoes in a row, but it didn't end, until the heavenly level breath permeated, but it was suppressed in the holy grade, and it was still unable to break through.

    "Suppressed by the grade of poetry, otherwise this poem would be at the level of heaven!"

    Bu Feifan sighed.

    All the visions, one after another golden war shadows fell from the void, the aura of gods and demons was wild, and the eyes of each one were cold,He was so angry that he held the weapon of gods and demons in his hand, and killed Xiao Kunpeng.

    "The first poem, this is a group battle poem!!"

    Little Kunpeng's scalp is a little numb. This poem is so different. It is different from some other individual battle poems in Honghuang.

    Little Kunpeng was almost dumbfounded. One hundred thousand gods and demons, even if restricted by the strength of God Su, it is difficult to display the power of the gods and demons themselves, but this is too terrifying.  Of course, one or two little Kunpeng would disdain the enemy.

    Even if it's one hundred and one thousand, he doesn't take it seriously because of his monstrous capital to replace Tianjiao, but this is one hundred thousand!

    I call you a fairy!

    ?How to fight this way, Xiao Kunpeng was directly overwhelmed by the wave of gods and demons. He kept waving the indestructible sky knife in his hand, and would bring hundreds of gods and demons every time, but it didn't make much sense.

    Bu Feifei smiled, this poem has consumed a lot of literary energy, but with the existence of the Nine-Aperture Supreme Sacred Heart, the literary energy is endless, and there is almost no loss. If you change someone, you may be drained by the literary energy and lose your strength  and die.

    Suddenly the way of heaven resounded, and nine beams of cultural energy and light entered Bu Feifan's body.

    At this time, the system beeped.

    "Ding, congratulations to the host for creating the ninth-grade hymn "March in the Army"!"

    ""March in the Army": Ninth Grade Holy Poems, Poems of Marching and Warfare. The poetry level of the host cannot be broken through. With the improvement of the level of the host's poetry, it can break through to the level of heaven."

    "The effect of "March in the Army": You can summon millions of gods and demons to fight as hosts. The number of gods and demons is limited by the strength of the host, and the strength of gods and demons is one level lower than the strength of the host."

    Bu Feifei was a little surprised. This introduction to marching in the army seems simple, but it is very powerful, because the poem itself is positioned here. This is a poem about marching and fighting.  quantity.

    "ah!"

    At this moment, Little Kunpeng let out a mournful roar, and a killing aura of the immortal sword swept across the sky, and all the phantoms of gods and demons disappeared, but at this time, Little Kunpeng was extremely miserable, with his black hair disheveled  .

    His body was covered in blood, and his clothes were all stained red. It was all his own blood, and half of his chest collapsed.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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