Sheng Fu

Chapter 569

On the city wall, Yue Bo and King Zhen'an watched Zhang Benchu ​​lead the crowd away from the battlefield at the same time.

"We can't let them die directly." King Zhen'an said with a strange smile.

Yue Bo was in a delicate mood. At this moment, Wei Mo and Xu Huanshan were also on the way to withdraw their troops.

King Zhen'an asked curiously: "Over the years, how many Wuji powerhouses have the human race secretly cultivated?"

Yue Bo was slightly taken aback, and did not refuse to answer, but said: "Only His Majesty knows about this matter."

Many cultivation seedlings have entered Xingluo's Dharma Eye since they were young, and they have devoted all their resources to cultivating them, and eventually they have grown into towering trees. It is always a secret how much cultivation resources are consumed in this process.

How many people will become talents is also unknown.

This kind of infinite powerhouse is born only to fight. They don't understand culture and martial arts, military law and political affairs. They can only practice and move forward toward the sun and the moon in their hearts.

The only fly in the ointment is that this kind of Wuji powerhouse is too pure and lacks the baptism of human sophistication. Although they often knock on life and death, they are as ruthless as the Dao, and it is difficult to fathom.

Yue Bo asked again: "How many war beasts do the Spirit Race have?"

King Zhen'an laughed loudly, looked at Yue Bo's eyes and said provocatively: "Guess?"

After hearing this, Yue Bo smiled helplessly and said, "You and I should just watch the battle."

The Infinity War has officially started.

In the yellow sand desert in the early morning, the endless murderous aura turned the world upside down.

After Zhang Benchu ​​returned to the camp, he began to count the casualties. The battle was smooth, and he caught the green ghost bat army by surprise.

But after a stick of incense, Zhang Benchu ​​still heard the bad news.

Five hundred were killed and 360 were seriously injured.

It's nothing more than ten thousand enemies clearing the way.

In the tent, Yan Zhao was a little restless, and the sword in his hand made a slight sound.

When Zhang Benchu ​​saw this, he said calmly, "I know you want to watch the Infinity War. The city wall where the general and King Zhen'an are located is the best view, but that's not where we should go."

Yan Zhao curled his lips and had no choice but to give up.

It's hard to guess how this victory will be. They can only hope that the strong human race can dominate, and no matter how bad it is, it will be evenly divided.

It must not be defeated. If this battle is lost, it will deal a great blow to morale.

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Demon Realm, Mountain of Bright Souls.

Yu Wenjun was fishing on the shore, and at some time, Nan Zhuo came behind Yu Wenjun, bowed slightly and said, "My lord, there is a big battle in the borderlands, and King Wu has the upper hand."

Nan Zhuo knew only so much.

As for the specific trend, things on the battlefield are changing rapidly, Nan Zhuo dare not speculate.

Yu Wenjun is fishing today, and he has not opened yet. The fish in Qingming Dadu still have a lot of backbone.

"According to your speculation, how long will it take for the next specific information to appear?" Yu Wenjun asked slowly.

Nan Zhuo was silent for a while, and replied with a lack of confidence: "At least half a month, whoever has the upper hand at the beginning of the battle will not affect the final trend."

"We can only wait and see."

Ji Yong is a generation of god generals, god of the gods, and will not be easily defeated.

Even if he is defeated, the Martial King of the Demon Race will pay a heavy enough price.

Nan Zhuo has always been aware of this point.

Yu Wenjun took back the bait, and lost the mind of fishing, he couldn't count the hexagrams, and he must know that the road is impermanent.

"Explore again." Yuwen Jun said.

Nan Zhuo bowed deeply and stepped back slowly.

In the border land of gods and demons, on a verdant hillside, there is a wooden house, a table, and two people.

The view here is not good, you can't see the magnificent battlefield, but here is very calm, it is the paradise closest to the battlefield, but the sunrise here is very beautiful, and occasionally you can see the vision of purple air coming from the east.

Brewing tea with clear water and brewing wine with pine flowers, this was originally planned, but Gu Yong was very lazy, drinking Wannian spring tea, eating prey from the mountains, and occasionally drinking a few glasses of half-moon wine.

Bei Hanfei looked at Gu Yong who looked like a lazy man in front of him, his eyes slightly hated iron and steel, lightly stroked his lower abdomen, and said softly: "It seems that there is a trace of fetal gas, hold on for a while, I will use my cultivation as a support for the fetus Qi, can you be reliable?"

After Gu Yong heard this, his body was shocked, and he looked at Bei Hanfei in disbelief, with both surprise and panic in his eyes.

"Really?" Gu Yong asked tremblingly.

Bei Hanfei nodded silently, Gu Yong's eyelids trembled, and he didn't know what to say.

For those who are extremely strong, the probability of reproduction is negligible. Beihan Fei has a fetal qi, which can be called a ray of heaven.

It needs to be cultivated to support the fetal qi all the time. If all goes well, Beihan Fei's cultivation level will gradually sink, until she turns into a mortal. After the fetus is born, she will have to practice from scratch.

In ancient history, those who cultivated from scratch did not need to go through too many hardships, they just walked the previous path again, and they could succeed in three to five years at most.

Gu Yong had mixed feelings in his heart, which were hard to express.

After thinking over and over again, he said: "Otherwise, I will send you home first, and I will stay here alone."

Bei Hanfei shook her head resolutely and said: "In the past, you and I were separated in disorder, but now under such circumstances, you naturally have to stay by my side."

In the past, Gu Yong was very unrestrained, but now, he can't be unrestrained.

I remembered a proverb often said by the people in the market, "momo is made of noodles."

What is indecisive is Gu Yong's current situation.

No matter what the outcome of this war of gods and demons is, it will affect the direction of history. If he stays here, he may allow history to go in the direction he wants, but if he leaves, he will miss the opportunity to shake the chariot of history.

Bei Hanfei lightly stroked her lower abdomen, and said, "I estimate that in ten days, I will fall to the realm of the sky."

"I hope you can cook, clean the house, and take care of your wife like a man in a common household."

"You never did these things to me when you and I were in our prime."

"Now, you have no reason to refuse."

Gu Yong only felt that his scalp was numb, but his heart was full of blood. It seemed that these things were not as difficult as he imagined.

"That's right, I have no reason to refuse." Gu Yong smiled without confidence.

Bei Hanfei smiled, like a flower, like a moon, like a spring breeze.

"Five hundred miles away, there is a small town. I will go there to buy some grain, oil, meat and vegetables. I will show you tonight. I remember the last time I cooked, it was many years ago." Gu Yong said with emotion.

Bei Hanfei was curious for a while, and asked, "How many years ago?"

Gu Yong pondered slightly, recalling the past, recalling the chic and somewhat embarrassing boyhood.

"Can't remember, either 13 years old or 14 years old."

Bei Hanfei asked again: "Why did you cook and eat at that time? Was it a whim?"

Gu Yong said frankly: "Because I don't have money to eat out, I have to do it myself, so don't expect too much about the meal tonight."

Bei Hanfei was not angry, she had a faint smile on her face, and looked at Gu Yong quietly...

(End of this chapter)