The heavens preach

While Chen Xixiang was speaking, he shook his sleeves and immediately rolled out of two figures, which were Ba Siba and Kuxing Toutuo.

"You, what was that place just now?"

Ba Siba's primordial spirit state rolled out all the way, and blurted out with a shocked expression.

Just now, after he was swallowed by that black hole-like fist print, he immediately fell into a wonderful world, in which ghosts and monsters, resentful ghost Shura, and various city gods and judges, especially some ghosts The aura exuded from the emperor...

Unexpectedly, all of them are at the level of heavenly immortals.

Those people are naturally the gods of the underworld who were sealed by Chen Xixiang in the Yangshen world.

Ba Siba was so shocked by what he saw that his soul went numb.

In the world of Moyuan, from ancient times to the present, counting the mysterious Demon Buddha, there are only thirteen masters at the level of celestial beings in the world.

And in the mysterious "Samsara World", there are actually more immortals than all the masters born in the Moyuan World throughout the ages.

Even more terrifying!

He faintly felt that above that reincarnation, there was an existence that could directly compare to the most powerful "Magic Buddha" in the world of demonic origin.

"You, who are you!"

Ba Siba asked in amazement:

"Then, it's not the old monk's world anymore, right? You, you are not from this world."

"Nonsense."

Chen Xixiang's eyes were indifferent, and he stretched out his hand to touch Ba Siba's side:

"Now let's see what you want to do with this luck."

under one point.

Ba Siba didn't have the slightest ability to resist and struggle.

After entering the ghost gate and walking through the underworld, he is a famous person in the book of life and death. He can't live or die independently, so how can he resist.

At this point, beside Ba Siba, a stone platform immediately appeared.

Wangxiangtai.

Under the watchful eyes of Chen Xixiang and Wen Tianxiang, it was an imperial palace, which was the Yunshang Shrine of the Moyuan Empire. There were three people sitting cross-legged in the picture. A scene when planning.

"This this……"

Ba Siba and Ascetic Toutuo were already pale.

"It turns out that he just came to rescue Wen Tianxiang by mistake, and he didn't know our plan at all. Now, it's me who exposed the empire's calculations."

Ba Siba wanted to die instantly.

Just half a cup of tea time.

Chen Xixiang and Wen Tianxiang finished watching Basiba's memory screened on Wangxiang TV.

"Wolf ambition, so vicious, unexpectedly, unexpectedly has triple calculations..."

Wen Tianxiang saw everything, and saw that Moyuan was not only planning to use himself as a bait to lure the Central Plains Rebels to die, but also wanted to take advantage of this to devour the national fortune of the Song Dynasty, and finally, to cultivate his own fairy-level dragon soul that belonged to Moyuan.

Wen Tianxiang was so angry that his body was shaking and his eyes were turning black.

If all of this is done by Mo Yuan, then all the Han people in this world, as well as the countless Han righteous men, will all be buried with him.

However, in an instant, he turned his head to look at Chen Xixiang, with endless prayers in his eyes:

"Your Majesty?"

Chen Xixiang looked calm, and sat down cross-legged:

"Since that's the case, Pindao will accompany you in this prison car to go to Yashan..."

When Ba Siba heard this, he was dizzy.

Now the empire still doesn't know that there has been a big change in the prison car, his spirit is all suppressed here, and even a little news can't be spread...

He couldn't imagine that when the prison cart was driven into the heart of the Yashan army, when the imperial soldiers opened the prison, what was waiting for them would be this Taoist who could easily suppress the land gods...

You will find that the car is not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but a giant dragon, a dragon.

He couldn't imagine how terrifying that scene would be!

Chapter 377 Cliff Mountain!Yashan!

Over the endless ocean.

At the end of the shore, there are two majestic mountains, which look like giant beasts in the wild.

One is called Yashan and the other is called Tangping Mountain.

The two mountains guard one sea, leaving a small mouth for the sea to flow south.

This place looks like a huge natural portal, half-opened and half-closed, so it is also called "Yamen".

Since Mo Yuan moved into the Central Plains, the Song court was defeated and disintegrated. In the end, there were less than 20 soldiers and civilians left. Relying on the natural geographical advantage of "Yamen", they resisted the Mo Yuan army from above the ocean.

However, in the eyes of the people of the world at this time.

The Great Song Dynasty has long been exhausted. Although relying on this natural portal barrier, the army is desperately entrenched in it, and the "gate" is used to occupy the enemy, but in another sense, it has been completely surrounded by the demonic element and has become a The last bite of meat on the plate.

The only difference lies in how much Mo Yuan is willing to spend to eat the last bite of meat thoroughly.

Yashan!Yashan!

In this mountain gate, 20 soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty formed a camp.

A huge imperial court, the country of the Han people in the past, is now shrunk like a walled city in the mountains.

woohoo~~

Above the sky, there is a golden barrier that wraps down, covering the range of thousands of miles within the cliff gate.

hold head high!

From time to time, the sound of dragon chant rang out from the sky, vibrating the air and spreading out circle after circle of ripples.

And if there are soldiers of the magic element watching carefully on the ships in the sea area, occasionally they will see an old dragon in detail, looming in the clouds, but only one corner can be seen, it can be said that the dragon sees the head but does not see the tail.

The corner of the dragon body that was occasionally exposed was full of oldness and decay, and there were thick bloodstains. It was obviously an old dragon that had gone through many vicissitudes and endured countless battles.

"Even if we don't use our army to attack the Dragon Luck of the Great Song Dynasty, it is still aging and scattered. In less than ten years, it will run out of its own "Dragon Yuan" and die. When there is no Dragon Luck, the 20 soldiers and civilians will be slaughtered by our army. lamb."

On a huge battleship like a small island in the ocean, a general wearing a cloak and a god helmet sneered and looked at the lingering kings and ministers of the Song Dynasty behind the cliff gate.

Behind and around this general, apart from his island warship, there are a total of eighty small islands.

On each small island, there are nearly [-] soldiers of the Moyuan Empire practicing and resting on it. Every small island-shaped battleship can be regarded as a cave, in which there are mountains, rivers, streets, All kinds of birds and beasts.

Even the Moyuan soldiers can run horses in it, as if walking on flat ground.

At this time, the general looked up, with a sneer on his face, but he was staring at the top of the cliff mountain thousands of miles away from him. There stood a man wearing a vermilion official robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a gauze hat on his head. Middle-aged scribe.

There is also a handsome man in armor, with iron and blood on his brows.

These two people are the key figures for Da Song in the cliff mountain to persist until this time.

Prime Minister Lu Xiufu, and Marshal Zhang Shijie.

These two people stood on the cliff, let the sea breeze blow their robes and hair, the eyes of the two seemed to be facing each other.

I saw, following the gazes of the two people towards the end of the sky, on the sky above the 80 demon army, stood a black-clothed god man with his hands behind his back.

His face is fair, and his whole body is filled with the aura of Yuan Tingyue, standing in the air like an ancient sacred mountain, more like a statue that should be enshrined in a temple, and the whole person has a beauty that surpasses all the world. state of beauty.

The fusion of various temperaments on his body not only does not look weird, but also highlights a sense of oppression that makes everyone in the world shudder.

This kind of pressure is on the hearts of Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie.

It is also like a black sky, covering the heads of 20 soldiers and civilians in the cliff mountain. Even if they cannot break in, it still makes them breathless, and they have been terrified for several years.

And in the demonic element, when the grassland demon soldiers glanced at the sky, there would be an emotion of reverence and worship in their eyes.

To that god-like cold and majestic man.

The number one master in the Moyuan Empire, Meng Chixing, the god who has protected the great men of the empire since the time of Genghis Khan.

Sudden.

Kacha~

A space above the sea and sky in the distance burst suddenly, and a sense of imperial aura and coercion that anyone could feel was transmitted from it.

"Ok?"

Meng Chixing slightly raised his eyebrows and looked over: "Why are you here?"

Accompanied by Meng Chixing's calm questioning, in the torn space, a middle-aged man dressed in imperial robes walked out with a majestic face. After walking out, he first bowed his hands for Meng Chixing:

"Master Meng, something happened to the national teacher."

The person who came was the emperor's uncle Sihanfei who rushed over from the palace.

In fact, he is the third largest master in the Mongolian Yuan Empire, who is as famous as Meng Chihang and Ba Siba. Even though the territory of each state is more than hundreds of millions of miles, under the feet of a master like him who has entered the land fairy level, he is nothing more than a display. With just one movement of the hole in the body, it is easy to cross layers of space, regardless of distance.

"Sihan Fei!"

At this time, Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie on the cliff mountain also recognized the military overlord of the Moyuan Empire, and they all showed solemn and fearful expressions.

Si Hanfei "indispensably contributed" to the collapse of the Song Dynasty.

His ability to march and deploy troops to attack cities and plunder land is far superior to any general in the Song Dynasty.

Even Song Shuai Zhang Shijie, who was guarding Yashan at this time, had to admit that compared with Si Hanfei, there was too much difference.

"How did this person also go to the front line?"

Zhang Shijie's voice sank:

"Could it be that Mo Yuan is finally about to launch a general attack?"

They have been forced to stay on this cliff mountain for several years, and they have used dragon luck to form an array to contend. In this case, Mo Yuan also chose the method of "surrounding but not attacking". Been away from the front for several years.

Now that he has come to the front line again, he knows with his toes that Mo Yuan will have new moves.

For a moment, Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie sank to the bottom of their hearts.

And above the sky of the Moyuan army.

After saluting Meng Chi, Si Hanfei also had a dignified expression, and quickly explained the reason why he came here: "The situation of the national teacher is not right. The emperor is worried that the plan of Yashan will change, so the disciples also come to supervise the battle."

After Meng Chixing heard the words, his star-like deep eyes flickered slightly: "Alright."

But just after he finished saying this, he suddenly felt something and looked towards the northern sky:

"Eighteen ancient wilderness wolves, even thousands of miles away."

"It has arrived."

Si Hanfei also looked towards the past and said:

"Although I don't know what's wrong with the Eighth Division, but since the prison van has arrived, as expected, the Central Plains Rebels should be nearby."

Si Hanfei's eyes, like a sword, swept across the sea and beyond, trying to find something, but it seemed that those people were hiding well.

They didn't know what happened to Basiba, so they had no choice but to follow the original plan.

Menghuang sent him here for this reason.

And Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie on the cliff mountain also felt a kind of breath, and looked up at the same time.

Ang~~

I saw the Dragon Soul of the Great Song Dynasty circling above the cliff mountain, suddenly let out a high-pitched dragon chant, in which was hidden a deep desire, as if it had sensed a force belonging to the destiny of the country.

"Why is Dragon Luck so abnormal, could it be..."

The two of them stared at the sky above the magic yuan at the same time, and through the land gods among the two magic yuan, they saw that at the end of the sky...

Eighteen black dots appeared.

Gradually, the sound of rushing thunder resounded between the sky and the earth.

Boom!

Tatata!