People are in the wild, swallowing three thousand heavens

Chapter 469
"Why don't you say no clothes? The same robes as your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear. I share the same hatred with my son!"

"Why don't you say that you have no clothes? You are in the same pool with your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear and halberd. Work together with your son!"

"Why don't you say you have no clothes? I have the same clothes as my son. Wang Yuxing's division, repair my armor and soldiers. Walk with my son!"

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Netherland.

The killing sound shook the sky, countless Shura roared ferociously, and the sky was stained red with blood, and everything that could be seen was blood-red.

The slaughter is boundless, Shura is ferocious, and corpses are everywhere.

Countless armored soldiers of the human race held spears in their hands, their eyes were firm, their morale was like a rainbow, and their screams shook the sky.

The blood-colored Shura rushed forward like a blood-colored torrent, mighty and mighty, the killing was overbearing, and the boundless evil spirit flowed out, making the living beings frightened.

Most of the human warriors were not as good as them, but facing such an impact, there was no trace of fear in their eyes.

Singing the battle song, Guan Changsheng, who had changed his name to Guan Yu, rode a bright red BMW and charged towards the army, with unlimited murderous intent, cutting across the river of blood.

There was another sharp bird song, and in the blood-colored sky, a golden-winged roc flew out, its wings spread out, and the golden wings were as sharp as blades, piercing the sky like thunder and lightning, and every time it passed, That is, countless Shuras died.

After another shock, he suddenly transformed into a tall white young man in the sky, swiping a spear in his hand like a dragon twitching, sweeping away thousands of troops.

Thousands of sergeants in black armor behind them had flooded eyes, like killing machines without emotion.

The youth's long spear vibrated, the sergeant roared like arms and fingers, thousands of people seemed to be one, when the gun moved, Shura died.

Back then, Donghai cadres presented Zhou Kao with a Garuda.

Zhou Kao raised it at will, and later bathed in Hualongchi, followed Zhou Kao through countless battles, absorbed countless blood, and finally evolved into a golden-winged roc.

Bi Xiao named it at will, and took it as Fei.

Later, he followed Bi Xiao to station in Taishan Hell, and simply took Yue as his surname.

Hence the name Yue Fei.

Thousands of soldiers behind him are the Beiwei Army, the elite trained with one hand.

One peng and one shot, although his own cultivation level is not as high as Da Luo's, but under the Beiwei army, his breath went straight into Da Luo. wind.

Similar scenes appear in any corner of the battlefield.

But if you want to say which one is the most ruthless, it is not Guan Yu and Yue Fei, but Sun Wu, the military disciple of Chi You's sect, the only strong man who has entered the realm of Daluo, living among the ten thousand armies, and knows the movements of the ten thousand armies like the palm of his hand .

One character long snake, two dragons out of water, three mountains and moon children, four gates fighting at the bottom, five tigers Bashan, Liujia fascination, seven verticals and seven captures, eight trigrams yin and yang son and mother, nine palaces and eight trigrams, ten generations of Ming kings.

The ten great formations handed down from later generations have emerged one by one under Sun Wu's hands, with unpredictable changes and infinite damage.

"The two dragons come out of the water!"

Sun Wu found a flaw, and with a wave of his hand, the armored warriors fought freely, their breaths were connected, their qi and blood were like dragons, and two real dragons that evolved purely from the spirit of killing roared, lifelike, with domineering eyes, and the pride of looking at all directions. He rushed straight into the rolling blood river above Shura's head, bathed in the river, flicked his tail violently, and many Shuras were bloodied and damaged.

"Sun Wu!"

Mo Luo sat down with Da Luo, and when Mo Luo saw Sun Wu killing fiercely, he couldn't help but burst into tears, rushed into the battle, devoured hundreds of soldiers in one bite, and left with a torrent of coercion.

"Change formation!"

Sun Wu didn't change his face, and calmly and quickly manipulated the sergeant to change the formation. The sergeant's will penetrated, and his breath was linked. The army was like one man. The mana surged and the law changed, which was reflected in every sergeant, and luck appeared, which directly trapped the devil.

The expression on the face of the devil suddenly changed. This army formation is powerful. He has tasted it before these days, but it is because he has tasted it, so he didn't come in recklessly. , swallowed it in one bite, and then quickly fled outside, laughing and said: "Sun Wu, you are nothing more than that, what can I do?"

"In the later stage of the dignified Da Luo, killing dozens of qi-refining sergeants will make you feel complacent, and you are really worthy of joy." Sun Wu showed a trace of disdain on his face, and his soldiers rushed straight into the river of blood, strangling Shura and demons. thousand!
The devil's face darkened. If it was for others, he knew that it was not something worthy of glory. It was just that if he went deep into the Sun Wu army formation, these people who used to be like food for ants would be able to live under the blessing of Sun Wu's formation. Make him unable to escape.

The most important thing for high-level practitioners to oppress lower-level practitioners is to come and go freely.

Ten sheep are stronger than one wolf, but it is always one wolf that kills ten sheep, not ten sheep that kill wolves.

Especially Da Luo, to Da Luo, under Da Luo, is simply an ant that can be dealt with with a wave of his hand.

But it's different now, the sergeant can hold him alive and consume him alive, even if he kills a person, it only takes one thought, and countless thoughts will consume his brain, not to mention that under the army, these people don't move Thoughts are fine, you need to raise your hands more or less.

If he really went in, he would be consumed by Sun Wu to death, so he didn't dare.

The same is true, he feels that the army is useless.

But now that Sun Wu said that, I feel ashamed.

In the end, he simply became demonic and went straight to slaughter. Countless demons and Shura under his command rushed into the human army, blood for blood, and kill for kill.

Endless killings, Shura and monsters have a great advantage individually, except for a few elite human races, most of them are one for ten, or even one for one hundred.

Seeing this, Mo Yi gained self-confidence, and taunted Sun Wu: "So what if you can fight? Look at you, the ants of the human race? They are completely vulnerable to the powerful fighting power of our demon race."

"Idiot, you Shura and Demons are born powerful and have a long lifespan, but it is also difficult to conceive, and it takes a long time to grow up. It takes at least 200 years for a Shura to reach adulthood, and then reach the battlefield, while for my human race, 30 years is enough! As for the number of people, the number of our human race is more than ten thousand times that of your Shura group. Not to mention ten or a hundred people, there are thousands of people, and the last one alive is my human race! This battle between heaven and earth must be a protracted war, and a protracted war, we The clan will win!"

Sun Wu's eyes burst into light, his eyes were like the sun and the moon, and with a wave of his hand, he fought with soldiers, tearing apart the darkness for thousands of miles.

"Styx, did you hear that? The human race will surely win this battle. If you return to Netherworld now, you will still be in the Shura Dao!" Zhen Yuanzi laughed.

"It's a joke, I use killing to prove the way. If today's chaos is happening, just now is my way of killing. Even if there are billions of human beings, I will kill them with one sword!" Patriarch Minghe's swords trembled, and the boundless killing breath rushed , the sea of ​​blood churned, the deadly aura burst out from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the entire Shura Dao shook, and evolved into a world of boundless slaughter.

"Killers, people will always kill them." Zhen Yuanzi said slowly, waving his sleeves, time and space condensed, the universe is as big as a sleeve.

"If you don't kill people, you won't be killed. In this world, the law of the jungle is nothing more than the law of the jungle!" Mo Luo dismissed it, and Slaughter God snatched it away, tearing apart thousands of miles of Netherworld.

"The creatures of heaven and earth are all born in darkness, but yearn for light. And you have to say that darkness is the destiny, and the jungle is inevitable, but for the vast majority of intelligent creatures, they absolutely do not want to live such a life every day. Therefore, Asura must Defeated, the way of the devil is not prosperous." Zhen Yuanzi calmly responded to the attacks of Styx and Moluo, refined the Dao Hongmeng purple energy, and now he has made great progress in cultivation, and has already surpassed Styx.

One-on-two is impossible to beat, but there is Qihuang next to him, so it is always easy to keep a tie.

Mo Luo remained disdainful, but Styx couldn't help frowning, lost in thought.

The human race is really far stronger than he imagined.

There are three thousand roads, although different paths lead to the same goal, but they are also divided into high and low.

The highest is not nature such as time and space, but Tao, Buddha, demon, witch and so on.

This is the Mysterious Dao, not only those who perfect the Dao can enter the Da Luo and become the quasi-sages, but those who practice this Dao and improve themselves can also enter the Da Luo and become the quasi-sages.

This is the real way.

It has been a long time since the prehistoric era, and in tens of billions of years, many quasi-sages have emerged, but in the end, the ones who can really be regarded as the great way are still Tao, Buddha, and demons.

The rest can enter Daluo and Zhunsheng by themselves, but they are not enough to create first-class.

But recently, in the human race, somehow, he felt that some people had such a tendency.

Mozi who was the first to change his name, Confucius who just changed his name not long ago, and this grandson, Guan Zhong, who is still on Kunpeng's side, talks and talks, when did the human race become so powerful?

It is useless to be a human race, a puppet of the saint lineage, even without a saint, it has fought against almost all the powerful races in the prehistoric world without being defeated!
For the first time, Styx doubted his own judgment.

However, it wasn't just him who was equally suspicious, but also Beiming Kunpeng.

Above the vast ocean of the Northern Darkness, the Shen Kun vibrates and freezes thousands of miles, the roc flaps its wings, and the wind splits the sky.

They are all gods and beasts of heaven and earth, and their every move changes the color of the situation.

This Kun Yipeng is even more powerful.

But neither the ice nor the strong wind could shake the man in the brocade robe in the sky at all.

It was freezing cold, he said the word "fix".

So the cold snapped.

Gang Feng was domineering, he said the word "town".

So there is no wind.

Seeing the unrestrained Shen Kun and the arrogant Dapeng, he finally said a word.

"Those who break the law will be punished!"

Thus, the avenue of heaven and earth was transformed into the law of chains, where the water became the kun, and the sky became the roc, with yin and yang alternating and changing.

However, there is a sky in the sky, and a net in the earth.

The law is here, the sky and the earth are free, Shen Kun and Dapeng are both panicked, roaring loudly, struggling hard, but they are deeply trapped in the net, and the deeper and deeper they are, they are finally powerless to resist, and their souls are wounded.

Kunpeng's gaze changed, and he was about to make a move, while the Great Master Xuandu sat in front of him unhurriedly, held up a cup of tea and said, "Every kid will make a move, so adults don't want to end it. If you really want to make a move, I will accompany you."

"Are you going to stand on Ziwei's side and make an enemy of me?" Kunpeng said, looking at Master Xuandu.

"I asked you about this before. I insisted on going to the Heavenly Court instead of entering Penglai and becoming my enemy. In the end, didn't you still go to the Heavenly Court?" Master Xuandu said.

"Facts have proved that my decision is correct!" Kunpeng said.

"The future facts will prove that my current decision is correct. Let it go, the Eastern Emperor is not you, why bother? Isn't it good to recuperate honestly?" Master Xuandu said.

"Rest and recuperate? What joke are you talking about? Fighting for the front, every step of the way, one step behind, one step behind, if I were Hunyuan back then, I would be standing on the top of the sky today." Kunpeng sneered.

"But it's already lagging behind, isn't it? Back then it was pursuit, but now it's force! Pursuit is to go with the flow, take advantage of the situation, and force is to sail against the current, to seek fish by the woods." Master Xuandu said.

"Come on, people don't want to teach me a set, you come to teach me? Don't learn from the Western set. We have practiced so far. Good and evil, right and wrong, etiquette, righteousness and shame are all meaningless things. In the end, we will What I pursue is nothing more than the Dao. And the Dao cannot be cultivated by staying at home, especially at my stage. If I don’t have Tao Tianyun to go further, my Dao will come to an end. So, what does it have to do with death? Difference?" Kunpeng asked.

"Who said that you can't have the Dao while you're in the nest? In the previous life, I searched and searched, but I died halfway. In this life, I did nothing but sleep. When I woke up, the master accepted me as a disciple, and then continued Sleep, I have slept to the current state, better than you." Master Xuandu retorted.

"Get lost." Kunpeng said coldly.

"I'm leaving, who else in the Three Realms is willing to chat with you." The Great Master Xuandu yawned, and fell on the bed without any image and said, "Speaking of which, you are also practicing the Tao of Freedom, so if you insist on disturbing it, you still have to worry about it." Happy?"

"If you don't have the strength, how can you be free? Living high in the temple and far away from the rivers and lakes is called free and easy. This is what I do." Kunpeng said proudly.

"You really don't regret it?" Master Xuandu said.

"When did you regret seeing me?" Kunpeng asked back.

"Then I'll see you someday, I'm afraid it will be when I collect your corpse." Master Xuandu said.

"One day, my corpse will be given to you for alchemy, but after I leave, you will take care of the Kunpeng family." Kunpeng said.

"Don't worry, I will not die, and the Kunpeng clan will not be destroyed, just like you let the Xuandie clan survive back then." Master Xuandu said.

"Okay." Kunpeng smiled and raised the wine glass in front of him, drank it down, looked at Guan Zhong who was flying in the sky, and said, "This is your disciple? At the peak, I'm afraid I won't be worse than you, sometimes I really envy you!"

"People teach disciples, but they are not my disciples. I don't have such thoughts, Ziwei's disciples!" Master Xuandu said.

"He?" Kunpeng frowned slightly, "In this world, there are not many people who I can't see through at all. He is one of them. He has cultivated Taoism for only a few hundred years, and he doesn't even have a dollar. He can kill Haotian. Then there is this method to train such a disciple? You really didn't lie to me?"

"So choosing him as your opponent is a failure for all of you. In addition, your opponent is not just him, but the entire human race! It is a hundred schools of thought!" said the Great Master Xuandu.

"A hundred schools of thought?" Kunpeng asked with a hint of doubt on his face.

"Hundred schools of thought, in the second cultivation era of Honghuang, after Zixiao Palace, the three thousand guests completely replaced the cultivation system of the three clans and their descendants, and now you are replaced." Master Xuandu said.

"Replacement? Let's talk about it when they can really fight with me. Even if they have the potential to become a quasi-sage, the potential is only potential. Are there still few people who died halfway in these years? Among the 3000 people in Zixiao Palace back then, the lamp could only do Moliu, but now there are less than 3000 people, Emperor Jun Taiyi and the princes of the East are all dead, and the lamp is still alive, and if he is given ten yuan, he is expected to catch up with me." Kunpeng said.

"But these people in front of you will not be such people." Master Xuandu said.

Kunpeng glanced at the Great Master Xuandu, and said nothing, but the battlefields of these years naturally appeared in his mind.

On some battlefields, the Monster Race, Shura Race, and Witch Race still dominate, encroaching on the territory of the Human Race bit by bit.

But it just can't defeat the human race, and can't create an overwhelming advantage.

Constantly consuming, attacking and defending on several miles of land.

Mozi and Confucius can still be said to be the schools of sages.

But Guan Zi, Sun Tzu, Xun Zi, Zhang Daoling, these are also monsters.

Although there is nothing on the surface, many big monsters in the monster clan have begun to doubt whether their opponent is really the weak human race?
Obviously there is no chance of winning, and obviously more than half of the casualties, but they don't retreat, and they have to fight to the end.

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that this game is getting more and more chaotic!

At this time, the human race is more like the protagonist of the world than any other race.

(End of this chapter)