Unlimited Adventures

"It's all blood?"

Smelling the smell of Ruoyouruowu, and looking at the hillside nearly a hundred miles in length and breadth, Xiang Yang was a little surprised.

How many lives have been left here for thousands of years to dye such a vast land?

It is said that in each battle, the people sacrificed by the barbarians are more than ten times the number of the monks in the North China. What do they want to pay such a large price?

Stunned, he looked towards the distance for a while, vaguely, Xiang Yang seemed to see a sea of ​​gorgeous flowers on the grassland in the extreme distance.

"That's..." He frowned and looked far away, but it was so far away that he couldn't see clearly.

Huquan seemed to know what he was thinking, and said to the side: "That is the camp set up by various barbarian tribes. Now dozens of tribes, large and small, have gathered there, and many new tribes come every day. This scale is far greater than the previous brutal chaos. It is said that the army gathered by the barbarians in Sanqingyuan is a hundred times larger than here!"

"Those are all the camps of the Barbarian tribe?" Xiang Yang was stunned. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could still see it vaguely. In the extreme distance, the ‘sea of ​​flowers’ had already occupied the entire sight range. This amount...

If you count ten people in a camp, there are at least several hundred thousand people, and it is said that the life of barbarians is extremely simple. Now it is not impossible for dozens of people to be crowded together during the long journey. Isn't this number even more alarming?

With such a calculation, how many barbarians should there be in Sanqingyuan? Tens of millions? How many are there in front of the entire Qitian Mountain Range? Hundreds of millions?

This is too exaggerated...

"When the last time the turmoil finally ended, the results of the battle were counted. The North China monks injured a total of 231,919,836. The number of barbarians cannot be accurately counted, but it must be more than 20 million... .But judging from the momentum of the barbarians this time, I am afraid that the casualties will at least double..."

"Hiss..." Xiang Yang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the number.

Although he knows the chaos and danger, but nine times the chaos ended with the victory of the North China monks. Who would have thought that this time he faced such a dangerous situation.

Huquan gave a bitter smile. This savage chaos is a battle of thousands of years. It was originally estimated that the barbarians would be much stronger than usual. Therefore, the number of people in the monks of North China has at least doubled, but compared to the barbarians. , This increase in combat power is still too far behind.

He respectfully bowed to Xiang Yang: "If there is no battle formation dedicated to the improvement, this time we in North China will really be overwhelmed, but now with it, we finally have some confidence! Please! This offering is worshipped by me!"

As soon as he bent down, Xiang Yang stretched out his hand, but before he could touch it, Hu Quan said again: "Xiang Jifeng, this is my thanks for the people of Shenzhou! Don't refuse!"

The real people beside him and the rank nine monks also bowed down together: "Please give me a worship and wait for me!"

Lei Zhen looked at them, then looked at Xiang Yang a few times, and finally bowed and saluted.

Judging from the current situation, without Xiang Yang's improved battle formation, there is basically no chance of victory in the chaos of North China.

At this time, when the sun was setting, the clouds were falling like blood, and on the city wall of thousands of feet, the tens of the lowest and the 9th rank masters bowed their heads and saluted.

Suddenly, Xiang Yang felt that the burden on his shoulders was heavier.

He came to participate in the War of Savage Chaos this time, first, he wanted to perform his duties as a monk, second, he wanted to temper his fellow of the Floating Jade Sect, and third, he was interested in the totem art of the barbarians and wanted to help Lei Meng find a practice by the way. There is nothing else to ask for other than the cultivation method.

But now, facing this kind of scene, his heart trembled. Among these people, most of them are gray-haired old people, but as masters of the Nine Tribulations and Nine Tribulations, some of them have longevity You can enjoy it at ease, even if North China falls? Those real people and real monarchs can still cross the sea, and some are habitats.

But in the face of the chaos, they stood up one after another. More than two million monks were killed and injured in a violent chaos. What is this concept? If this piece of Qiyun Mountain's defense line was built with their blood!

Among those little cultivators, there are still war-fearing people like the Floating Jade Sect, but at least none of these masters flinches.

Among the immortal cultivators, there are indeed differences in good and bad, but at least they still have a real immortal demeanor.

In the face of mortals, they can stand high, but when they need them, they are willing to rush to the forefront. Is this the strength of the Chinese monks?

The soul emperor once said that cultivating the Dao must cut the dust and fate, but the common heart can build the immortal spirit and gain the Dao soaring. However, what these monks acted is based on mortal life as their own thoughts, which touched Xiang Yang greatly.

Suddenly, the Heaven and Earth Furui Wan Ling Secret Art started to operate spontaneously, but in an instant, Xiang Yang could not help but enter the chaotic vision.

This time, in that chaotic space, there are no traces of ancient swords, tortoise shells and stones. Even the weird man's shadow is gone. Only one voice is constantly echoing, like Hong Zhong Dalu, resounding throughout the whole space.

"There is no immortal way in the world, all ways are one, and all ways are humane."

"Living in the world is a treasure mountain everywhere. All kinds of good conditions are treasures."

"Introspection and introspection, no regrets or regrets. Without fascination, Taoism is born!"

......

The voice was illusory and seemed to be everywhere, and the entire chaotic space trembled. Golden inscriptions appeared in that space from time to time, and only three of them were clearly visible.

‘Rui’, ‘Feng’, ‘Ying’!

In the depths of Xiang Yang's soul, there seemed to be a tragic hiss, but soon, it was suppressed by that voice, and it gradually became inaudible.

As the voice echoed, the three inscriptions became brighter and brighter. In an instant, the word'rui' suddenly shined, turning into a golden glow, and slammed down ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in one burst. The boundless pain from the soul followed, but soon, "Feng" and "Ying" also flashed, and the intensity of his spiritual sense increased by leaps and bounds at an incredible speed...

In that chaotic space, time seems to have lost its function. All of this seems to be extremely long, and it seems only a moment.

Before everyone else, Xiang Yang's eyes slowly closed, and then suddenly opened again.

At that moment, his black eyes were like a black hole, sucking all the light in, and the whole world seemed to lose its color at this moment.

This seemed to be just an illusion. In the next moment, everything returned to its original state, but in the faint, everyone had a strange feeling. Between this unity, his whole person seemed to have a strange change.

That kind of change is incomparably mysterious, and has nothing to do with realm cultivation, but a wonderful transformation that cannot be described in words.

Xiang Yang looked at them and smiled casually at Huquan: "Huquan, I think this fortress seems to be built according to the formation method. Would you please introduce it to me in detail?"