martial arts mythology system

Chapter 167

Leaving from the deep mountains and walking back to the stronghold of Tianli Sect, the leader of Tianli Sect was very angry.

I originally thought that I could get more assistance from Taichu Dao through the Miewo Sword, but I never thought that I would be slapped by Nangong Lian...

Although Yuan Daochu didn't say anything to despise himself, he didn't even say anything to persuade him, he didn't know how to laugh at himself...

Walking on the cold road, the crows on both sides are noisy.

The further he walked... the Tianli leader's mood became more and more manic, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Damn, why do these bastards treat me like nothing?"

Gradually, the evil power of Tianlijiao Bagua in the body accelerated by itself.

"Jun Huaixu and Nangong Lian are like this, Gu Xuantong seems to be like this, and Yuan Daoyi is like this too! How much stronger does he think he is than me?"

The more Zhang Yan said, the more angry his heart became.

The pupils of the eyes began to be infected by a rush of blood.

Some kind of will outside the distant Kyushu world began to affect Zhang Yan's mind.

Zhang Yan, who was planning to return to the stronghold of Tianli Sect, swung his black gold cloak, turned around and walked towards Ling.

Muttered to himself:

"No birth mother, a vacuum hometown."

……

Pan of the Cangjiang River.

The high walls were built with blue bricks and blocked with sand and gravel.

Thousands of soldiers are stationed here.

This is the section of the Cangjiang River that the Youhuang Sect once blasted.

Looking from the south bank of this place, there is a flat plain. When the water bank burst its embankment, it was also a vast country.

The army stationed there was also worried that evil people would attack this place again and cause the river to flood, but no one would do such a crazy thing since Youhuang Sect.

Zeguo Jiangshan enters the battle map, a flood will cause millions of innocent souls.

The soldiers in the barracks were practicing, and a gloomy and majestic man slowly approached from a distance.

The black-gold cloak dragged the floor, his figure was staggering, his eyes were faintly red, and he seemed to be possessed by demons.

"Look down on me...you all dare to treat me like this!"

With every step of this man, strands of black magic energy rose from the footprints he left behind.

In the remote mountains, although Yuan Daoyi, the Taoist master of the beginning, did not despise himself with words, his eyes without the slightest emotion clearly showed the color of a fool.

A series of failures, the death of his subordinates, the pursuit of Gu Xuantong, and the evil faction Yuan Daochu all looked down on him.

The anger in Zhang Yan's heart accumulated to its peak.

The power of gossip hits the soul, and the whole person gradually loses his mind.

"Since you have abandoned me like this, I will let you see how you underestimate my price!"

As Zhang Yan muttered to himself, the phantom of the lifeless old mother standing in the boundless space of the universe faintly appeared in the depths of the pupils.

Without stopping, he walked towards the hundred-foot-high Qingshi embankment.

"Stop! Who?"

The sergeant guarding under the embankment found Zhang Yan who was acting suspiciously, and more than a dozen people held long spears and formed a semicircle in front of Zhang Yan.

"Who am I? How dare you not know who I am?"

The dejected Zhang Yan raised his head, his eyes were engulfed in blood.

In an instant, extreme terror enveloped the thirteen soldiers who left the country.

The cloud of death engulfs people like an endless abyss.

The enchanted Zhang Yan slowly raised his hand, and the sergeant who had just yelled and asked was irresistibly drawn in front of Zhang Yan.

Although Zhang Yan was devastated, his power as the most powerful man in the world was still irreversible. The knees of the sergeant who was sucked in front of him instantly shattered into powder, and he knelt down on the ground.

The huge silent force field was concentrated within a few feet, and the other twelve sergeants suddenly felt that their bodies were as stiff as a rock, unable to move.

Zhang Yan, who was walking forward, walked past the kneeling sergeant, putting his left hand on top of his head.

"In this case, what's the use of this head?"

The red blood was bleak and splattered all over the place.

Dark red blood also oozes from the knees kneeling on the ground, merging into the soil.

A human head was removed from the neck by Zhang Yansheng.

Horror and madness surged like a tide.

"Why are you standing in front of me?"

Zhang Yan raised his hand slowly, and the twelve stiff sergeants showed extreme pain expressions, and the bones of the spine broke out from behind.

Thirteen corpses knelt on the ground, twelve had broken spines, and one head fell off. The scene was horrifying and strange.

Zhang Yan walked through this coquettish and terrifying scene, and slowly walked towards the Cangjiang embankment ahead.

"Stop! That man! Stop!"

"There are monsters coming to kill you!"

An archer on the watchtower of the barracks spotted the murderous Zhang Yan and sounded a warning.

At the same time, he bent his bow and took an arrow, shooting an arrow towards Zhang Yanli.

The rest of the dozens of archers also reacted and drew their bows together.

Facing these ordinary soldiers who were not very skilled in martial arts, Zhang Yan kept moving, his black and gold cloak fluttering against the wind.

The shot arrow lost all kinetic energy in an instant, stopped in front of Zhang Yan, and then shattered into dense sawdust, flying backwards.

The power of horror like a demon was used by these wood chips, and dozens of people on the watchtower were pierced through the skulls by the flying wood chips at the same time, and fell to their knees at the same time.

Blood covered his face, and he died in the underworld.

Zhang Yan still kept walking, walking slowly like a devil suing death.

A blood-red phantom of the demon god rose from behind.

Holding flowers in one hand, picking up the ambitions of the six realms; hanging down fingers in one hand, saving suffering beings... This is the old mother of lifelessness!

Thousands of soldiers and horses in the barracks were warned and rushed out with weapons in hand.

The leading general wore a red battle armor, held a nine-foot steel gun in his hand, rode a white horse, and led his subordinates out of the gate of the barracks.

But when he saw the black gold figure in front of him, the general immediately reined in his horse, signaled the soldiers behind to stop, and shouted hoarsely: "Everyone stop! Run away! This is Zhang Yan, the leader of Tianli! The river flooded Chang'an Road! Run away and report to the imperial court!"

Hearing the vicious name of the leader of Tianli, thousands of soldiers and horses panicked.

At this time, the red-armored general, who had already reined in his horse, urged his horse to gallop again, and rushed towards Zhang Yan alone.

"As for me, I will buy time for you!"

Facing the blood-colored phantom of the evil god, the warrior who charged into the battle walked alone without any regrets.

It's a pity that in front of the devil, courage is just empty talk...

Zhang Yan showed a cruel smile, with evil spirits in his eyes, and the red-armored general who had been killed on horseback fell off the horse in an instant with bleeding limbs.

And the running white horse was instantly engulfed by the black evil spirit, leaving no trace.

Zhang Yan stepped forward without stopping, stepping on the face of the red-armored warrior who fell to the ground, the black magic energy attached to his feet eroded the warrior's face like sulfuric acid, causing him to scream in pain.

Thousands of soldiers finally decided to break up in front of the fierce power of the devil, discarded their weapons, and fled frantically.

Zhang Yan smiled and spread her five fingers.

The eight violent elements of heaven, earth, wind and thunder, and water and volcanoes shrouded the entire Cangjiang River embankment.

The gossip force field seals this place, and no one can escape.

Corrupted by the will of the evil god, Zhang Yan became more and more frantic, rushed into the crowd, and started the most extreme killing.

The wailing continued, and the bloody killing continued.

Zhang Yan alone killed thousands of people.

Only flesh and blood remains.

None of the barracks buildings were damaged, and none of the thousands of soldiers survived.

The scene was bloody.

Wearing a black-gold cloak not even stained with a drop of blood, his figure disappeared from the battlefield and appeared on the embankment of the Cangjiang River.

Bending down, he patted the stone embankment with his right hand.

A terrifying formation made of flesh and soul appeared on the river bank.

There was a gap in the middle of the wall of the hundred-foot embankment, and the Cangjiang River rushed out! !
The raging waves!

Standing on the embankment, looking at the rushing river below, Zhang Yan sat down slowly.

"On the right way, our game has begun."

(End of this chapter)