"How is it?" Feng Qingchen raised her eyes and asked.
Yun Zhinan shook his head: "The dark night formation this time is very different from the previous one. This time they use Jiyang puppets, which are more than a hundred times more powerful than before. The most important thing is that this formation is aimed at the situation that happened last time. , we have made complete changes, and now even if we ask Ayao to come, I am afraid she will not be able to enter this formation!"
Feng Qingchen frowned and couldn't help but think of Pulao's words. Is it true that he can't unify the world now? If he can't be the best in the world, what will An Yi, mother and son do after he loses his six senses?
"Yun Zhinan, if you think of another way, I must break this formation!" Feng Qingchen raised his eyes and said in a deep voice.
Yun Zhinan shook his head. Just now he went to explore the formation and almost fell into a trap and couldn't get out.
This is the accumulation of Amu Cult for thousands of years, and it is not so easy to break. Moreover, it is obvious that Bei Muye has spent all his money and used thousands of Jiyang puppets, which are too powerful.
It seems that Bei Muye has regarded this as his last chance to make a comeback.
Feng Qingchen raised his eyes: "I don't believe that this formation has no shortcomings. Tell the red-robed army that if we send troops, I will definitely break this formation!"
Yun Zhinan is now unable to persuade or stop him. Now he can only fight hard and fight against the odds.
At this moment, looking at the highest mountain in Beicheng, the man in white, with his sleeves flying, looked coldly at the soldiers of the Northern Qi and Luan dynasties who were fighting together below the city.
Black and red are intertwined with each other, and there are screams, shouts of death, and screams everywhere. The sound of weapons hitting each other is like the suona of chasing souls. In the continuous explosions, bones and flesh are torn apart. The sound of opening, the sound of skin tearing, and the sound of hot blood splashing dyed a large area of ??yellow land red.
The man in white looked at Feng Qingchen, who was wearing black armor. His armor had been stained red with blood, and even his mask was spattered with blood, making him look more and more ferocious. He was once the God of War in the world, and the Ah on the battlefield. Shura, but from now on, he will taste failure.
"Miss, do you really want to do this?" Bai Yue'e appeared behind the man in white.
The woman in white raised her eyes. Although the mist on her face blurred her facial features, her cold eyes made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.
"This is his life, it has nothing to do with me!" The man in white whispered.
"But you hurt her on purpose last time" Bai Yue'e paused, seemed to suppress a title, and said again, "You hurt Princess Luan on purpose, and now you are helping Yu Qionghuan practice the formation. Are you not forcing her to do it?" Will you hurt Princess Luan?"
The man in white sneered: "Everything is his own choice, I just push it."
"But Princess Luan is after all" Bai Yue'e whispered, but was interrupted by the man in white raising his hand, "Of course I know it, you don't have to say anything!"
Bai Yue'e had no choice but to respond.
The man in white looked coldly at everything bloody at the foot of the mountain, his eyes deep.
This war lasted for three days and three nights. God of War Feng Qingchen was like Shura reincarnated, with fierce sword skills and cruel methods. A hill was formed around him, all of which were the Northern Qi sergeants who were killed by him. But even so, With the ever-changing sword formations of the Dark Night Formation and the elusive puppet ghosts, no matter how ferocious and terrifying Feng Qingchen is, it seems that he cannot gain the upper hand.
What's more, Feng Qingchen is a human being, and people are tired one day, and those puppets are unconscious puppets. They pounce on him one by one, not knowing tiredness, pain, or fatigue. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com