From the beginning of the flood to the heavens and the world

Chapter 1491 Frontline.ancient battlefield
"Okay, Elder Tang Tian, ​​you don't have to refuse anymore!"

Seeing Tang Tian's hesitation, Long Sheng immediately put the ring in his hands, and before Tang Tian could react, he turned and walked out of the hall.

But as soon as he reached the door, Long Sheng stopped again.

"Elder Tang Tian, ​​pay attention to safety. Also, if you meet the old housekeeper, remember to tell him to be careful too."

After speaking, he left without looking back.

Looking at the back of Long Sheng disappearing as if fleeing, Tang Tian couldn't help showing a dumbfounding expression on his face.

"Forget it, let's wait until we get to the front line and leave it to Fellow Daoist Long. After all, this is what the palace master should do, and it can be regarded as some contribution to the disciples of Prince Jing's mansion on the front line!"

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This is a gloomy world, filled with the breath of death. Even after endless years, there seems to be the sound of shouting and killing in the air, and a force of force circulates in the void, forming a strange vortex, constantly Annihilation and reappearance.

This is a battlefield that has existed since eternity. It was the place where the battle was the most brutal when the catastrophe was born. The creatures of the entire Celestial Star Realm, whether they are ordinary immortals or monks, have gathered here to survive and fight side by side. !
This is a burial place, with broken weapons and mutilated bones everywhere, and more were buried underground with the wind and sand.

Of course, there are still many corpses of human races and people of other races.

The sky was dense, and the sound of hunting wind came and went with blood, and Tianyu Jiuxiao was already depressed by it.

On the blood-stained ground, horrific corpses lay scattered on the cold ground. The blood in some corpses has not completely dried up, slowly seeping drop by drop, soaking the soil layer, and the flames in the distance The rampage continued, and the sound of killing was faintly discernible.

A thrilling lore battle, cruel to the end.

If someone enters here, the oppressive atmosphere here will be more intense, and the killing atmosphere in the battlefield will almost permeate the skin. This kind of battlefield idea from the ages ago has even affected the present. Controlled by killing.

"kill!"

Suddenly accompanied by a loud shout, an illusory figure actually condensed in the void, holding a big ax and slashing forward!

This is an afterimage created by the power and thoughts in the battlefield. Even after death, the will to fight is still alive, and the figure is still fighting. The figure collapsed in the blink of an eye and turned into nothingness.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

There was a roar, and there were more and more phantoms, and it was vaguely possible to see the soldiers...
And in the middle of the battlefield, a big river runs across the sky, passing through the battlefield. I don't know its origin, I don't know its end, and I can't see the edge on the other side either!

It is a kind of invisibility, more like a kind of crushing of the Tao, a kind of restriction, just like saying what you say, if the other party makes you invisible, you will not be able to see!

The river is surging, and there are turbulent waves hitting the shore all the time, but there is no sound, and there is no water vapor. Instead, it is full of bloody smell, which is extremely weird. From this, it can be seen that an unknown number of creatures have fallen here.

This big river separates the Western Regions from the Central Plains, forming a boundary, and this river may have lost too many creatures, and it seems that half of it has been cursed suddenly. No creature can touch it. Once touched, it will be cursed by the river. Erosion, in the end, you can only end up with a ghost, even if you are a Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal, you still can't stop the erosion of this curse.

At this time, a million miles away from the battlefield, there stands an incomparably huge city. This city stretches for a radius of one hundred thousand miles, and the walls are tens of feet high, covered with dense formation runes.

This city is also the last frontier defense of the Central Plains. Once it falls here, the entire Central Plains will eventually be captured.

At this time, the city was full of various forces, large and small, from the entire Central Plains.

At the very center of the city, a huge conference room was also filled with densely packed people, all of whom were representatives of various forces. is
On the high platform, there are dozens of figures sitting at this moment, and these dozens of figures are all representatives of the ten top powers in the Central Plains.Or it is a strong person whose personal strength has reached the level of the Nine Tribulations Sanxian, who is qualified to sit on the high platform.

Even Lintian Sect, who is extremely powerful in Jingzhou, is not qualified to sit here.

At this time, one of the white-haired old men stood up.

Under the vicissitudes of the old man's white hair, you can see the traces carved by the years. You can also vaguely see the sharp-edged face when he was young, and his burly body has become a bit rickety with the years.

But standing there will make people feel more respectful. The only thing that remains the same is the fighting spirit that always radiates from the resolute eyes. The blood belongs to young people. There is no joy of wanton and free galloping, but more planning. The calmness and laughter of the wind and the wind and the decisive victory of thousands of miles of righteousness! ya
"Everyone, now we have reached the most critical moment. According to the latest news, three days later, the Western Regions will use all their combat power to launch a general attack on us. If we can resist it, then it's okay. If we can't, we will I think everyone should know what the consequences are!"

"The consequence is that our entire Central Plains will eventually fall, and your sect, family, relatives, and friends will be enslaved by the Western Regions and killed at will."

"The main purpose of gathering everyone this time is to tell everyone that no matter if it is a sect, a family, or a casual cultivator, we must do our best and show our cards. This will be our last chance, and it will be our last chance. Last and only chance."

"Here, I thank everyone for the entire Central Plains!"

After finishing speaking, the old man bowed deeply to the people below.

After listening to the old man's words, the eyes of everyone below became firm.

Everyone present showed respect and admiration for the old man.

This old man is powerful, but he is not a member of any sect, but a casual cultivator, but the most admirable thing about him is that he has guarded the border all his life to prevent the invasion of foreign races, and he has never left Pass. ua
As the old man sat down, someone stood up again on the stage and started to speak. What he said was nothing more than words of encouragement, but at this time, that was all he could say.

Time passed little by little.

The meeting was disbanded the next day.

Everyone who came out of the meeting looked extremely solemn.

"Master Steward, what was said in it? Have you seen Lord Cangyun? He is the existence I admire the most. He only guarded the border all his life and defended the entire Central Plains against countless foreigners."

"Yes, yes! Master Cang Yun is also the person I admire the most." di
The old butler came out of the conference room with a solemn expression, and saw all the disciples of Prince Jing's mansion coming up to him one after another, and then asked him.

(End of this chapter)