Tiantan six

They walked into the tent and saw the soldiers wearing various fur coats, chatting and laughing in front of the charcoal fire.

That night, the sentry came to report.

"It's not good! General! Enemy sneak attack!"

"What! The generals obey the order and retreat the enemy!"

"Yes!"

The armored soldiers made harsh and chaotic sounds, and the blood beads gradually rolled into the snow, like red plums falling, falling flowers one by one.

They fought at night, neither side had an advantage on the icy and snowy roads, and it was a tie.

An hour later, Shizhou retreated first, and the battle ended hastily.

Jun Jin watched the retreating soldiers go away, and said: "They Shizhou is used to playing sneak attacks. General, the general suggests that everyone be divided into two shifts at night, one rests and the other patrols. When the time comes, change to the other shift." .”

"Okay, you order to go down."

Jun She nodded in agreement.

Feng Lang now has the intention of keeping the clouds open to see the moon, and follows Jun She closely, never interfering in their affairs.

Originally, he couldn't interfere with these things at all. Everyone has luck, and so does the country. For history, a very important thing happened, such as the change of dynasty, such as ideological awareness. arranged.

All the gods and gods of war follow the orders of nature, and anyone who forcibly stops them will be punished by nature.

Nature is huge, and the universe is contained in it. All things are born and died together, and all changes are carried out in an orderly manner.

Success or failure, life or death, have long been doomed.

The more you think, the more you will be in awe, and the more you think, the deeper you will become. This is nature, and this is the secret.

Those who have the qualifications to do things do it silently, but those who don't know this level are arrogant, deceiving others and harming themselves.

Maybe it was stimulated by the matter of Luanhuang, Fenglang became more and more silent.

He pinched his fingers and counted, in one month, Youzhou would be destroyed.

The master's soul will be truly gathered after one month, and most of this matter is barely completed.

But why is he so restless?

What else will happen?

One month later, more than half of the people in Shiyou and Youzhou were killed and injured. This is the final moment of the decisive battle.

With the order of both sides, thousands of horses galloped, and the phenomenon of the country's subjugation in Youzhou appeared.

The dark clouds moved quickly, blocking the sun's beams, and the clouds kept rolling up and down like waves. People could see the meteors flying through the black clouds with the naked eye.

In the north, there is a rain of meteors, and there is the sound of fighting, and there are frequent occurrences of different phases, and ghosts and ghosts wait and see.

The God of Earth hurriedly shook his head and said, "Youzhou is exhausted."

The little ghosts hiding in the Earth Temple asked in fear, "Will you stay here forever?"

"I am a piece of land, so I will guard it naturally. I know that life is not easy for you little ghosts. If you follow me, you will be able to become a god, and other ghosts will not be able to bully you in the future."

"Thank you, old fairy!"

A group of little ghosts were overjoyed with joy and jumped up and down in the small temple. The God of Earth leaned on his crutches and hammered the ground vigorously, and the ghosts just calmed down.

"Frivolous brat! Frivolous brat!"

The land god walked into the stone statue and sighed repeatedly.

"I have heard that dark clouds are pressing down on the city, meteors are raining like rain, and the sound of war is a sign of subjugation. You should surrender quickly. Our king will treat the two generals kindly."

"Bah! I'm afraid you are a coward who dare not fight us. You want to incite people's hearts, and you have the ability to win or lose on the battlefield!"

Jun Jin holds a silver gun and rides a horse with a heroic appearance.

The major general of Shizhou brushed off the falling snow from the fox fur, smiled contemptuously, and spun his gun: "Okay, you have the backbone, and while your blood boils, I will chop off your head as an appetizer."

"Presumptuous! You bastard!"

Jun Jin was furious, swiped twice, picked up the major general's fox fur and threw it into the air, and flew to split it horizontally.

"interesting."

The major general clenched the gun in his hand to meet him, and the two fought hard.

Here, Jun Amnesty pierced through the chests of several people with a single shot, and flung it away with a wave of his hand, hitting many people. The blood was like a waterfall, as if half of the sky was dyed red.

He aimed another shot at the necks of the soldiers who came up to besiege, and scratched them with a swipe. A group of people fell down, and a group of people stepped on the corpses and came up again.

In the world of ice and snow, millions of people were killed equally.

Half an hour later, for some reason, Jun She felt more and more powerless, a sudden exhaustion, the horse was crumbling, and the gun in his hand was almost released because of his lack of strength.

The enemy army's eyes were very good, and they saw that something was wrong with him, and they all rushed forward. At the critical moment, Jun Amnesty flew up from the horse's back and escaped, but the horse was pierced with many blood holes, and let out a long cry, " "Coax" fell to the ground and shook twice, and couldn't get up again.

Jun She was apprehensive, looked around cautiously, and killed a bloody path.

Another half an hour later, he was covered with several wounds, anyway, it was cold in winter, so he didn't rush to stop the bleeding, so he simply tried his best to kill him.

Jun Jin had the upper hand here for an hour, and cut off the major general's head with a slap in the face, and threw it to the ground.

He was excited when he suddenly saw his father being attacked. He quickly killed him with a gun, but before he could, the enemy pierced his father's right hand.

Jun She broke into a cold sweat from the pain, his vision became more and more blurred, as if he heard Jun Jin shout: "Father!"

He couldn't hear the direction at the same place, and he turned around and pierced the attacker with the gun in his left hand. He cut off his right hand in pain, gritted his teeth to stay awake, and defended and stabbed with a gun.

He was covered in blood and wounds all over like this, he still stood upright in the wind and snow, maintained a calm and composed expression, and killed endlessly.

When he was pierced by everyone, he smiled with a confident expression.

"Did you lose?"

"father!"

Someone whispered in his ear.

He turned his head as hard as he could, and saw Jun Jin approaching on a horse, with tears in his eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't protect the country well."

But he couldn't speak anymore.

Jun She slowly closed his eyes and died with hatred.

On the way here, Jun Jin was unprepared and was stabbed by the enemy. He bit his lip, fell off his horse, and crawled towards Jun She.

In this way, the enemy army did not let him go, and someone came up and pierced his chest. He clenched his fists and tried to crawl with his last breath.

"Father, the child will go with you."

A fishy, ​​sweet and warm liquid gushed out of his mouth, and he finally held Jun She's hand before he died.

Feng Lang walked over and touched Jun She's blood-stained cheek, and said: "My teacher has returned from the old age. Life ends on the battlefield and begins on the battlefield. Nature will always take care of you."

He found the last soul among Jun She's ten souls.

The dark clouds in the sky spread out in all directions, and a golden light shone straight on Jun She. In fact, the ten collected souls in his hands, the ancient god of war, have been tempered by tens of billions of reincarnations in the world, and the souls are united.

After receiving the news that the country was about to collapse, Mrs. Jun chose to commit suicide.

He buried the bodies of the three members of his family in that cemetery together, which was a pity for Jun She's life.

Feng Lang went to hell, and only practitioners can enter the Hesin's cold hell, and the evil ghosts and broken spirits dare not even take a step near him.

"Please wash away this soul."

The soul of any god of war in the world will be more or less contaminated with desire and greed, and generally the soul sent to reincarnation will pass through the hands of the spirit cleanser.

The spirit washers came from nowhere, probably appeared when there was hell, there are more than thousands of souls in the world, and they lower their heads and repeat one thing every day, putting souls of various colors in this Wangjing Pool Cleansing in the middle, so that these souls will be clean and less evil when reincarnated.

After a while, Feng Lang took over the master's soul and escorted him to reincarnate.

This time, there is no need to search for him aimlessly, just keep guarding him in the mortal world.

It takes a long time to practice, and mortals have to go through the test of ten lifetimes in practice, and there is no chance of making any mistakes in each lifetime, if you make a wrong step, all previous efforts will be wasted and you will start from scratch.

After all, Gu Wei is the God of War, his apprentice Feng Lang is protecting him on the surface, and many Gods of War and immortals are secretly protecting him.

Demons and ghosts who have taken the evil path to cultivate, eat the souls of people with images.

Most of these people are practitioners, the reincarnation of gods, or broken spirits who sacrificed gods and mixed with mortals to reincarnate.

It may be that a small number of them get their mouths. The war gods and immortals have their own kind to protect them, and even the natural world will take care of them. Most of the smart ghosts will not choose to practice evil ways.

He silently guarded the time for 2000 years, watching the changes of the master from birth to death, and from death to life.

Time has no concept to Feng Lang, what he spends day and night is nothing more than looking at the vicissitudes of life and making all living beings happy.

The immortal stands on a high place, even if he has no intention of looking down, and unintentionally lowers his head to look back, he has become a look of contempt for the mayfly, because human beings are small.

As the master's cultivation became deeper and deeper, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious.

In a dream one day, I first dreamed that I was killing people, and I was holding a bloody head in my hand, and I felt a satisfaction and pleasure that I had never had before.

Later, I dreamed that I was locked in a dark cave with many scars and iron chains. It was a gloomy sky outside, and I actually wanted to die in my heart.

Falling from happiness to death in an instant is more terrifying than a dream!

Feng Lang couldn't help smiling when he woke up, it turned out that he would end up like this, so he probably gave up on him naturally.

In addition to practicing daily, he guards his master, chats and plays chess with demons, and feels like a walking dead.

He suddenly remembered what Xiaotan said: Never look at the world with sober eyes, it is like a needle of insoluble ice piercing your eyes, cold and stinging.Your mood is unstable, and the more you think about it, the more you feel that the resentment cannot be stretched.

Yes!

He did.

He didn't know when his mood broke, and a wave of resentment devoured himself.

When he was in a trance and wanted to go above the blue sky, he suddenly found that there was an invisible barrier in the sky blocking him.

The Nine Heavens above the blue sky is a sacred place that gods of war with physical bodies can enter. Demons, ghosts, Buddhas, and demons are not qualified to enter, and even demons with physical bodies and powerful mana cannot enter.

He is clearly a fairy, and he can't step in.

The space above the blue sky only allows pure and righteous immortals to enter, and will not allow immortals with greed, hatred, ignorance and distracting thoughts to step in.

Is it really my fault?

So where is his fault?