The Moon of Rebirth Leaning on Fan Qing

However, the people fighting below didn't feel much. After all, the gap in level is irreparable.

The flames of war began to spread, and the nearly 200 million troops confronted each other. How could the scene be described as "magnificent"?

The sound of shouting and fighting is endless.

Gradually, the magicians on both sides continued to use magic, and the battlefield was colorful. If it wasn't for the battlefield, they would definitely be addicted to the grand fireworks display.

However, behind every splendor is the bright red blood.

The only good thing is that no matter how many people use magic, they are not as powerful as those who used spells a few times ago.

The flame of the spell shot straight over a thousand meters, and no matter how powerful the magic was, it was only more than ten meters away.

After that hellish scene, there really was nothing this time.

So the soldiers let go of their courage to fight.

Until a mysterious person wrapped in darkness suddenly appeared on Meng Yishu's side, the battle situation changed drastically.

The group of living dead started a real attack, and their spiritual power turned into a real blue color, sweeping towards the Ange country with destructive power.

The Ange Kingdom is still retreating steadily, because it cannot resist at all.

"What's going on here?" The mysterious man in black was the leader who attacked Yan and others on the outskirts of Yi'er City, that is, the mysterious man who induced Yan to kill Chu Tianxing.

And now, there is a new identity, that is, the creator of the living dead, honored as the national teacher by Mengqing and Xueyan, but the other party doesn't care about a small name in the mortal world.

However, even he himself didn't know that everything he did was actually pushed by Mo Yuan secretly.

"National teacher." Meng Yishu looked at the person who suddenly appeared, and was not surprised. It was this person who gave him an army of living dead, so that he had the possibility to dominate the world.

He knew that the national teacher was asking why the living dead didn't launch a real attack, but he was also wondering.

Suddenly, a heart-pounding force spread throughout his body.

The national teacher looked up at the sky, who is it?Has such a powerful force?

In this world, the level of power is so low, the only strong person should be the one he thinks is his opponent—Xuanyuan Fan, the prince of heaven!

However, this feeling of spiritual pressure is not Xuanyuan Fan.

Who is it?How could there be two such powerful beings in this world?

That coercion, even though he restrained the remaining prestige of the battle very well, still made him feel powerless.

Very good, no matter who it is, they will be trampled under their feet.

Know that success is incomplete without hindrances.

Standing at the peak, if there is no opponent, how lonely it would be.

The deity knows.You continue, the deity will let the living dead launch a real attack, let them experience what despair is. "After speaking, the mysterious man cut off the perception of the living dead with a wave of his hand.

Now the group of living dead could not feel the coercion of the sky above, and under the command of the mysterious man, they started to attack frantically.

Seeing that the country of Anji could not hold on any longer.

Is it despair, or hope?The huge power that descended from the sky destroyed everything it touched.

Even if there was no contact, the original attack was stopped because of the strong air pressure.

With a bang, an object hit the center of the battlefield.

The two armies surrounded the thing in the middle in a state of enveloping.

That kind of speed, height, probably smashed, right?

However, what is surprising is that when the raised dust was blown away by the wind, the one who stood up turned out to be a person? !

Danyang covered his chest, coughed a few times, with surprise in his eyes.