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Chapter 178: Thousands of troops shed tears in the morning without wings, and they climb high mountains at dusk

"Yuan Chan is stupid. You can't be as stupid as him. Do you know what a giant spirit is?" Ye Yilan asked with concern and sternness.

The sound of the wind has no intention of stopping, and the battle situation is tense.

Chu Wuyou hung in the air and looked at Pan Lang.

Pan Lang simply crossed his thick legs and leaned against the stone.

A gust of hot wind and fire blew by, making him restless with the heat, and he could only use his strength to stay calm.

He knew that although Emperor Liang Cangling would not fight him easily, but judging from the current situation, there was no chance of returning to the formation under Cangling's eyes and searching for the tens of thousands of missing soldiers.

Moreover, he could not figure out the character of Emperor Liang Cangling. Maybe the current war situation was favorable to the demon world, so Cangling was here to make him happy.

If the water realm army reverses the situation and the ghost master's plan to use Lu Ren's body to reincarnate changes, then maybe Emperor Liang Cangling will not continue to sit idly by.

What's more, the eldest prince is missing, and Zhao Fu's head is missing. The Lingyun River rises ten feet, and Zhao Fu's head rises ten feet with it.

Time flew by, and he suddenly looked at the distant sky, frowning.

He thought of the only way to save the exile.

This method may have something to do with the fact that Zhao Fu's head has always been higher than that of Ling Yunjiang.

It seemed a bit ridiculous, but after Pan Lang experienced endless things all night, he didn't feel that his ideas were so unreasonable.

At first, when Zhao Fu's head appeared on the Lingyun River, no one thought about why the head was in that place or what kind of magic method was used to make the head float above the Lingyun River.

Pan Lang didn't think much about it.

Just seeing such a scene makes my heart feel numb and my back feels cold.

Even if a coffin master is like this, others are sitting on pins and needles, and their hearts are filled with sorrow. How can they think carefully about what kind of magic is hidden in it.

Qin Yan's speechless look as he looked at the head was still fresh in his memory.

Pan Lang asked himself, if it were him, what method would he use to hang Zhao Fu's head on the Lingyun River?

He can't.

The easiest way he could think of was to fix a long enough pole under the Lingyun River.

At dusk, he saw the cavalry crossing the river with his own eyes, but the river had not yet reached the head of the cavalry.

Judging from the Lingyun River at that time, Zhao Fu's head could be suspended in the air with a pole less than one foot.

However, looking at Zhao Fu now, I feel even more weird.

The water in Lingyun River rose by more than ten feet, and Zhao Fu's head was also more than ten feet high.

Now that the mountains have collapsed, the Lingyun River pours southward, rushing towards Suishan Mountain. I am afraid that the two rivers can barely meet until outside Wangyou Lake.

This is still under the condition that the Lingyun River no longer rises and the sky no longer pours heavy rain.

Although the giant spirit has gone, the dark clouds have not dispersed, and it is not known whether the waterfall will fall again.

Turning the world upside down is like turning the palm of your hand, turning the stars like a chessboard.

Thousands of armies shed tears and have no wings in the morning; they climb high mountains and level at dusk.

Pan Lang suddenly came to his senses and said, "Emperor Liang, General Zhao Fu doesn't look good hanging there. Why don't we take him down."

"Take it off? What can you give me in exchange for General Zhao Fu?" Liang Huang Cangling said with a smile.

Hearing what Cangling said, Pan Lang cheered up.

He thought to himself, "No matter what, at least I can get some information. Maybe there is something fishy about General Zhao Fu's head rising with the river. Maybe it has something to do with the two full moons." "Two full moons." Pan Lang tried.

"The moon is full twice, it's beautiful, isn't it?"

"I don't think there's anything beautiful about the sky on a full moon night, and I don't like burying the dead on a full moon night."

"Why? Do you like to bury people when there is no sun or moonlight at night?"

"It's not what you said."

"Then let's hear it. To be honest, I'm not interested in how the ghost lord is resurrected. I'm feeling very bored now."

"You brought your troops here and there was no fighting. Could it be that you don't want to attack Qi?"

Pan Lang was surprised.

"Let's talk about other issues. Whether to attack Qi or not has nothing to do with you, does it?"

Pan Lang nodded honestly.

"As for when I like to be buried, it is indeed an interesting thing. Do you want to hear it?"

"You want to make a deal with me. If I want to hear it, you have to let me answer a question you asked, and the question you asked must be related to the two full moons."

"I heard that the Three Emperors of the Demon World have lived for thousands of years, so they are naturally proficient in everything in the world." Although they were enemies, Pan Lang's words came from the bottom of his heart and were filled with awe.

"You can say that, but there are many things in the world that even the three emperors of the demon world can't understand, and the cultivators in the heaven can't understand either."

"Then it is even more impossible for us, an ordinary person in this world, to understand and understand the meaning of heaven and earth."

"Hey, these words are not beautiful. The mortal world is where the essence of heaven and earth lies. The vines, woods, spring breeze, autumn frost, red leaves, rays of light, and the love and body of mortals are all the most beautiful things in heaven and earth. Don't I think living for thousands of years is a good thing.

Yes, for thousands of years, you can indeed see many beautiful things and encounter many beautiful things. But the longer you live, the more bad things you will encounter and the less unsatisfactory things. It is inevitable that some ugly and evil things will be tainted.

Sometimes you are unwilling, and sometimes you are willing.

That's it, the best thing in the world is that you never have the best of both worlds.But some people just don’t believe it, and some practitioners like me are self-righteous. "

Emperor Liang suddenly raised his head and looked toward the east, where the sun rose.

Not a drop of rain fell on him, and Pan Lang saw this face clearly.

The river was rolling behind him, and whirlwinds were everywhere, but the wind and waves seemed to have nothing to do with him.

The waves are rolling, the soldiers are dead and the ghosts are laughing.The water ripples and the human heart fails.

People bump into each other and stab each other, ghosts crowd together and ghosts cry and mourn in ancient and modern times.

"This is the fourth time since the Demon War." Pan Lang didn't know why he said such a thing.

Emperor Liang glanced at him and smiled slightly, "The war between demons and demons is not a terrible thing. The rebirth of the ghost lord is not a terrible thing. Even if the three hundred demon army fights against the heavens, it is not a terrible thing."

"Then what is the scary thing in your heart?"

"No."

"No? Are you telling me a joke? You are preventing me from doing anything like this and saying such rogue words, it simply undermines the majesty of the demon world."

"Oh? Majesty? What you said reminds me of an old friend. My memory has not completely returned. Although my clones have gathered together, I have waited too long for this battle, and there are many memories that I have not completed. The place."

"Nonsense. Even if there are areas that have not yet been filled in, it is impossible to say that there are no terrible things."

(End of this chapter)