Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 2923 Chapter 2927 The Soul of the Battle of Scorching Sun Scattered
Xie Tian's body once again became a reflection of the battlefield.

Even though he had seen this kind of spectacle twice before and after, Wu Tiao was still quite frightened.

Because this time, Xie Tian's reflection on the inexplicable battlefield not only showed the changes that should be expected, but he was even bleeding and injured...

It seems that the tragedy of the battlefield is also perfectly displayed.

He was very worried that the fearless Xie Shao would be so aggressive that he would show death. In that case, he might not survive ten breaths in this demon territory.

Fortunately, after three full days, he was finally sure that, although Xie Tian had been bleeding all the time, and the cuts on his body had not healed and another had recurred, the fluctuation of vital signs had been in a stable state.

Subconsciously, Wu Tiao thought of the little golden dragon he had seen several times.

He thought that Xie Tian, ​​who was injured all the time, must have survived by relying on that rare treasure.

But when he thought of being as strong as Xie Tian, ​​he needed to use the little golden dragon, and he subconsciously shuddered.

At the same time, he was also thinking about...

"Young Master Xie, what kind of battle is he reflecting..."

No.

not fighting.

It's war.

It was like two huge waves heading towards each other. After the first rapid impact, they began to fight each other in all directions.

The moment the armies of demons and humans collided, Xie Tian couldn't bear it and his seven orifices bleed...

Fortunately, he withstood this wave of fierce impact on his sea of ​​consciousness.

But what immediately impacted his sea of ​​consciousness were countless large and small battles in the distance, and a bloody battle that took place right under the gaze of his main perspective.

During the bloody battle, he was a half-step Qitian monk whose hands and feet were numb due to his heart beating to the extreme, his power was stagnant, and his consciousness was muddled.

He could hear his own flustered and heavy breathing.

The most breathing sound is a kind of crying, followed by helplessness and fear.

The demon lieutenants and demon generals in his sight are all blurred, but it's not because the other party's speed is too fast, but more like he himself doesn't want to see these demons clearly.

What is also vague is the comrades who had a good time getting along not long ago, not only exchanging cultivation and fighting experience, but even teaching each other the experience of fighting the demons.

His comrades were constantly being slaughtered, but because of the blur, the screams in his ears were blurred.

What was even more vague was the voice of an old soldier who had experienced encounters with demons, shouting and shouting at the top of his lungs, trying to organize the defense.

Because of the ambiguity, all these shouts are basically meaningless.

Soon, self-detonation and killing lights produced by treasures, formations, strange treasures, prohibitions, etc. appeared in his perspective.

light, messy...

But compared to the vague military orders, this messy killing light has become the most effective guiding light.

Human sergeants are not as powerful as Realm Demons.

But no matter how rubbish it is, when human monks spend all they have at the same time and use the treasures in their hands at any cost...

It became a disaster for the demons.

Under this kind of slaughter that seemed to end, the injuries on his body piled up at a terrifying speed.

But he basically ignores these.

After using up all his treasures in one go, he fell into a daze again, not knowing what to do next.

Until a sergeant yelled the word run.

This word was the clearest sound he had heard so far.

Because of this word, he started to flee.

In the endless ambiguity, he found a path of the most transparent color, and then frantically escaped along this path.

On both sides of the road of color, either the black of the demons, or the red of humans.

From time to time, the road would be cut off abruptly, and would be eroded by black or soaked in red.

No matter what the situation is, he, who only has one escape word in his mind, will change his direction immediately and choose a new escape path as quickly as possible.

Perhaps because of nervousness and fear, in this kind of escape, he felt that the time became extremely long.

But also because of the long time, he felt an unexpected confidence growing secretly in his heart.

Unexpectedly, under such circumstances, I escaped for so long and survived...

However, thinking this way, he didn't realize that the distance he had escaped was only a few hundred miles.

What is the concept of hundreds of miles?
He didn't even have the concept of escaping from the small battle field he was in.

But soon, he escaped...

Then fell into the battlefield of another small battle.

……

The ensuing battles were somewhat the same.

Vague killing.

Fleeing in terror.

Unconsciously injured.

The three moves are repeated in a continuous cycle.

And with this kind of uniform battle, Xie Tian's consciousness gradually adapted, and he was born with emotion.

Although there have been many tragic battles with Rakshasa, Xie Tian not only has never encountered a battle like this battle of Scorching Sun Valley, but also dare not even think about it.

In front of the demons, human beings are much, much weaker than in front of Rakshasa.

In a blur, he saw many humans who were casually killed by the demons.

These human beings have Dao ancestors, have half-steps equal to the sky, and even have the great power of the Qitian realm.

In the limit of his sensing, he only saw three battlefields that could barely resist the demons' offensive.

And these three battlefields finally merged into one...

Until this time, in this encounter with the demons, nearly [-]% of the human race had been lost, and they were able to stabilize their footing.

The reason why these three battlefields can be established and finally merged into one is the three extremely powerful Qitian Realm masters.

These three powerful men equal to the sky not only competed in cultivation and killing, but also in the integration of sergeants and the control of a large formation formed after the integration.

Of course, these two items are not all the factors that make humans barely hold their ground.

Xie Tian also vaguely sensed that there were dozens of elite soldiers gathered beside these three strong men.

No matter when these elites never left the three great powers equal to the sky.

Whenever an exceptionally powerful demon will attack the three of them, they will become the sharpest swords in the hands of the three of them, and they will do the killing.

Subconsciously, the word "immortal soldier" appeared in Xie Tian's mind.

But even so...

In the final induction of the remnant souls, the battlefield merged into one piece, and finally fell into the siege of the demons.

Fortunately, the sergeant he rescued, after experiencing infinite fear and confusion, suddenly possessed the ultimate wisdom of escape——

As a result, he was able to pin the last remnant soul on the only treasure that was not good at killing, and was rescued by Xie Tian after 3000 years.

When Xie Tian's perspective was in the jade bottle and finally fell into endless darkness, Xie Tian cautiously withdrew from his sight.

Full of emotion, he looked at the jade bottle in front of him with a sense of emotion before he had time to feel emotion...

Bah!
The jade bottle covered with cracks shattered to the ground with the remnant soul.

(End of this chapter)