Remnants of Filth

Although the first decisive battle time was tomorrow, everyone knows that tomorrow is just a prediction. The battle of heavy war is like a turret that has already ignited the line of fire, and it will explode the roar of war at any time.

Therefore, when Gu Mang called for a rush, no one was surprised. In fact, some people already felt that they had arrived at the schoolyard the moment they saw the magical sky.

They all knew that there was no sleep tonight, and the first war was tonight. If they can kill it at the beginning of the rebirth of Blood Warcraft, then the army will retreat, if not ...

"No, no."

——This is what their coach Gu Mang said. When he said this, he didn't mean any order, but a promise. He wasn't so tall. His sufferings had destroyed him too thinly, but his spirit of hunting and hunting still remained. He said to them:

"I once stood in this position, and died with my brothers 39 times, big and small. This is the 40th time."

"Every time before the war, I will give you the same promise, and I said-I will take you home. I kept this promise thirty-eight times, and the last time was in Fengmingshan. I broke my letter and I broke it. I did not do it. Seventy thousand people were thrown at Fengming Mountain by me, and I even built a monument for them, and I grumbled my **** and Jun for a long time. "

When Gu Mang made these remarks, he was in charge. He was full of vitality, and tried his best to bring some free and easy-going past.

But Mo Xi stood next to him, and Murong Mercy stood beside him, all looking at the tears in his eyes.

Gu Mang's eyes were so bright, he said, "Thirty-eight times fulfilled his promise, and one missed the contract. Today is the fortieth. If you believe me, let me go, listen to my orders, and go and play with me. Born little puppies, and then-I will take you home! "

I will take you home.

With 70,000 dead souls.

With the peace of eternity.

As long as you are willing to trust me again, I Gu Mang, whether it is life or death, will fulfill my promise. Sorry for you today, call me "Gu Shuai".

I will take you home.

The soldiers below did not speak, looking up one after another, looking silently and silently at the head of their Northern Front Army, their empire warriors, and the scarred coach.

Suddenly Jiaguang rose suddenly, the sword and sword fell to the ground, and the majestic voice seemed to poke out from the depths of the hinterland, shaking from heaven to earth from thousands of chests—

"Life and death together!"

The snow waves were swelling and spreading across the land of Kyushu.

"Together with life and death ..."

When Mo was young, because of the education he received from his childhood, he thought that if a nation did not have a lord, it would be impossible.

However, at this time, Chonghua lost Mu Rongchen, but also condensed to an unprecedented place. The disaster is like a dagger, which will make people feel the pain of peeling off the skin, but it can also wake up many people who used to sleep. Let people see the hearts of those who did not know good and evil before.

Bing Gesenran, Jiaguang scale cluster, they started. A stalk of imperial sword, a spirit horse carrying their master from the ground, these monks gathered like a star into a galaxy, gathered more and more wide, and rushed to the outskirts.

Suddenly, Murong Peng said, "What's going on?"

Gu Meng looked down, but saw the city gates of Zhonghua be released. Under their army of swords, countless bamboo warriors and strange beasts ran under the command, and followed the main army to enter the decisive battlefield.

It's Yue Chenqing!

There are also many monks, nobles, civilians ... who were not enlisted in the army at the moment, under the spontaneous instructions of the city, rushed out of the city and ran to the military camp of Laos.

Gu Mang looked down at a spectacle never seen before. This river has no distinction, no difference between poverty and lowness, and converges, rushing towards the enemy.

He murmured, "I'm wrong."

Murong Merci: "What?"

"This time, they don't need me to take them home." Gu Mang said, his eyes were reddish, "Because this is our home." After he said, his eyes turned to the shore of Laoshui, which was not too far away. The biggest barrier to protect the capital of Chonghua King is the Imperial Capital. Behind that layer of transparent enchantment is the residence of hundreds of thousands of puppet demons and the **** monster that is about to be born again.

Gu Mang's **** combined, speeding up the speed of Yu Jian, and rushed to the river of decisive battle.

In the night, they can more and more clearly see the **** demon rebirth circle of Lao Kingdom, absorbing the life of sacrifice at the other end of Lao Shui River, and at the same time, more and more radiance erupts. A large translucent phantom has risen in the middle of the circle, and if the mountains are strange, it is the blood monster in the rebirth.

Gu Mang hovered on the edge of the imperial capital enchantment, hunting for clothes, looking up at the prototype of this giant beast. That is, at this moment, he had a pain on the side of his skull, and a phantom of Shen Tang appeared a hundred years ago.

Hundreds of years ago, it was the same battle of life and death as it is today, also by the water and on the river.

Shen Tang's eyebrows were low-pressured, staring coldly at Hua Po'an: "You have done too much, how can I tolerate you?"

Gu Mang closed his eyes because of severe pain on the side of the skull, but this time is different from previous times. He recovered all his memories and consciousness, and he is very clear why he can see the figure of Shen Tang 100 years ago-

The root of this connection originated five years ago, and he was ordered to enter the concubine to investigate the secrets of the black demon of the concubine, especially the mystery related to blood warcraft. It took him a long time to finally gain the trust of Blood Warcraft's highest caretaker and establish a personal relationship with him.

During that time, he often visited the remaining sperm of Blood Warcraft. Although Blood Warcraft was still an incomplete silver mist at that time, soul, strength, memory ... all incomplete, Gu Mang felt it was the most powerful and evil soul power.

"Hey guys, look, my state has been trying to wake it up all these years. As long as it recovers, the whole Kyushu will be firmly in the hands of the grandmother!"

Gu Meng stared at the silver mist and smiled calmly: "Yes."

The defense is right to say that if Blood Warcraft is returned to the world, it will be a great catastrophe. Even if the last 27 nations were united to fight against it, there will be thousands of sacrifices.

At that time, he had not fully explored the true intentions of his monarch, but he had vaguely felt that no matter which state or individual owned the **** Warcraft killer, it was extremely dangerous. He can temporarily trust the monarch and help the monarch manage to grab the power of Blood Warcraft, but he will not give this power to Murong Chen so easily.

Even, from the first time he saw the Blood Mist in the Secret Chamber of Secret Warrior, he wondered if there was any better way to ensure the foolproofness of things.

Even if one day, Blood Warcraft truly returns to the world, no matter whether it will be resurrected by the puppet state, loyal to the puppet, or re-engraved by the puppet, allegiance to the puppet, he will have the means to end it with minimal sacrifice.

This is the most comprehensive approach.

Gu Mang made many assumptions and inferences during the day and night.

In the end, there was only one way for him:

Together.

In fact, there is nothing complicated, that is not an amazing spell. Speaking of which, the purpose of his initial development of this spell was still naive.

He had wonderful visions, and even if he knew the future was slim, he hoped that he could spend his life with his younger brother. As they said in the first half of a joke, there is a family with three cats and dogs, and a peach tree planted in the yard-together we will return to the field, grow old, and die together.

Although he knew it was impossible, Gu Mang still couldn't help but quietly created this concentric technique. Once this technique is performed, he will be able to share his will with Mo Xi. As long as they are willing to each other, they can see each other's past in their lives, share each other's memories, emotions, wishes ... and even life.

A mantra that requires unlimited trust and intimacy from both sides, ideally almost absurd.

Gu Mang thought it was absolutely useless. He just played around and talked about pinning his beautiful vision.

But when he stood in front of the Blood Warcraft spirit, he suddenly understood--

It turned out that destiny had long been doomed, and the end result of concentric arts was not for companionship, but for parting.

He finally took advantage of the weakness of Blood Warcraft and quietly punched this secret into its spirit. At the moment when he shared his mind, he felt an extremely wicked current flowing into his veins. The black magic curse in his bones was excited by the blood warcraft, and a lot of magic was poured into his body.

It was the dirty life of Blood Warcraft.

With countless sacrifices, the beauty seat of the butterfly bone, the soul of the evil beast moulded by the lives of ordinary human beings—symbiosis in his body.

At that moment, he seemed to become it. He saw how it was refined by flowers. He used the canyon as a furnace, the thunder as the fire, and tens of thousands of living people as animals. Refined this extremely vicious beast.

Drink roar and suppress clouds.

He is it, and it is him.

With the eyes of Blood Warcraft, he saw the past. He saw Hua Po secretly standing in front of Lian Mo Feng, seeing the gloomy and strange face of a hundred years ago.

——

"The emperor of Zhonghua has flowed me as a slave, holding him Murong as a nobleman, which is extremely ridiculous!"

Hua Poan murmured to the fledgling blood Warcraft, pouring his hatred into it.

"Since I am sensible, I have been extremely curious. Why am I a lowly servant, and some people are born rich? Those bad old men told me that this is destiny, and I deserve it."

"But should I really be so destined? I'm more diligent than those who are more expensive. I'm more talented than all of them. What is this destiny? Isn't it strange?"

The flower's dark face was so distorted.

Only such hatred can breed such evil beasts.

He said to the still-born blood Warcraft: "Jingchen, do you know ... In those years of slavery, I read the books in the school of Chonghua, and dug through the roots of this state, I want to know why the surname is Murong, and those of us are servants ... I was really turned to the cause, but that reason made me extremely angry! "

"At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the original two brothers were generals together. They led their troops to suppress Fanbang and established this country. They cut the people of Fanbang who were not willing to surrender to slavery and seized They practice their powers to prevent these people from raising troops and overthrowing the state they have built. "

"But the killing is not over. There is no room for two tigers. After a short period of stability, the hands and feet of life and death in the past are caught in the deadlock who will take over the unification of the Datong. An internal fight, which is treacherous, and finally the brother loses his tactics and is reduced to The defeat. So his younger brother cut off his nepotism, and Houyi also played the humblest slavery, abolished the spirit core, and burned his seal, and he would never turn over. "

"I'm the offspring of that son-very unwilling, isn't it?"

He chuckled: "It is clear that I have the same blood as Murong's. Because of the defeat of one person, the privacy of one person, and the dispute between the two, they have fallen to the point where no one can know his own name or name." Po An murmured, "Can it be you?"

Blood Warcraft Dust blasted a flame in the furnace, as if answering his question. The fire light brightened the flower's dark eyes.

Heaven and earth seemed to be destroyed in those crazy eyes.

"I never reluctant to live such a life. So even the beginning of the spiritual core runaway I calculated. I calculated the ridiculous person of Shen Tang who was soft-hearted, he must not bear to kill me, and even read me well Pitiful, please plead with me for me, let me make an exception. "

The fire of the Refined Mountain is like the tongue of a ghost, emerging from hell, dancing frantically, reflecting the shabby face of the flower that year-**, hatred, ambition ...

Gu Mang saw that it was the first impression of Blood Warcraft on the world, and Hua Po secretly impressed it.

"Jing Chen, I smelt you just to get back Zhonghua for me."

"I can be the king of this state!"

It is the evil beast formed by hate and desire. The flesh and blood of the dead becomes its flesh and blood, and the ambition of the flower becomes its ambition. Now it empathizes with its evil and Gu Mang, and Gu Mang is almost horrified by the blood. Falling into hell.

Gu Mang was disgusted.

But he still insisted on working with it.

only for……

The horn sounded and the drums of thunder cried. Gu Mang looked back and looked at Chong Hua Hao Hao Tang Tang ’s army, his brother ’s robes, those who had lived with him before, those who had promised to take them home, those who called him Gu Shuai .

The little sparks of light fluttered on the battlefield that was about to burn, and his heart surged, carrying a secret that no one knew-he could win, of course.

Who else in this world knows Blood Warcraft better than him.

Even if Hua Pomian is only his master, he does not share his soul and life with him.

"Yu Shouxiu, the left and right wings reinforced the imperial enchantment. Each team healed for an eye. Pegasus battalion went to the north camp of the Qiang Army to disrupt the army. The northern border army followed me."

"Yes!"

Gu Mong narrowed his eyes, overlooking the sword army Yingyue company camp.

Through a mighty river, an enchantment bounded by the heavens and the earth, heavy armies on both sides were facing each other. Lao Guo is also ready to attack at any time, so their assembly is not slow. Gu Mang looked at the buoyant armor below, knowing that as long as he led the army through this barrier, the slaughter would begin. .

He took a deep breath, and under the haze of the sky, Li Ling said, "Cross the enchantment!"

"Yes!!"

With this command, Monk Zhonghua was like a hunting bird covering the sky and swooping from the sky, and the black magic spell that attacked the monk across the sky was like an arrow flying in the sky, countless domesticated. The black monsters were released from the taming camp. The black-winged corpse dogs, venom-enchanted magic wands, and madly killed the monks toward the Zhonghua monk.

On the ground, the army of bamboo warriors led by Yue Chenqing is like a group of horses migrating across the grassland, wading through the rolling moat and rushing water, and running towards the puppet army camp on the other side.

Chonghua's vanguard army was like a sharp knife, and threw the shield at the Luan Army fiercely. The sword and shield burst into heavy sparks and stabbed into the core. Immediately after the shield, □□, it was the anti-killing confrontation of the monks attacking the monks.

"Kill--!"

Like countless meteors falling to the ground, fireworks are ephemeral, obviously such a brutal battle, under the reflection of velvet-like night, unexpectedly gave birth to the magnificent and dazzling beauty.

The corpse soon infiltrated the banks of the Huangshui River into a rouge color, and Gu Mang killed a magic bird that flew towards him with a bayonet, sternly: "Don't love the position, follow me to the Blood Warcraft Smelt!"

Next to the smelting ground of Blood Warcraft, there is a huge prison cage for sacrifices without friends. Inside it are dwarfed scorpion beauty seats that have been captured and nurtured all over the country. They were escorted one by one by the Tatars, and walked to the center of the magic furnace, such as the iron ore of sword making, marble ... or whatever had no life, and were forced to put in the furnace, making it a World of Warcraft. Source of power for rebirth.

"Woohoo ... mum ..."

"I don't want to die ... I don't want to die ..."

These people were crying in sacrifice, but the Tatars did not move any concealed heart because of their hard begging. They have seen the shadow of Blood Warcraft, and know how it can change the evil beast of the world. They yelled, shoved, urged, and sent these living people with some ancient blood in their bodies into the furnace.

A woman with a beautiful and beautiful face saw the fast turn to herself, and there were big tears flowing out of her eyes. Due to her bloodline, her tears were golden-this is also the biggest evidence of the seizure of the beauty seat in recent years With magic blood and golden tears in his eyes.

"Please let me go!" She suddenly collapsed and grabbed a nun, "I am pregnant, I want my child to survive ... Please ... Please ..."

In response to her, Li Xiu laughed: "It is better to have a pregnancy! The magic of having a pregnancy is even greater! Hahahaha !!!"

The woman's eyes were full of tears, and in despair, suddenly a blue light suddenly fell in the sky, and the powerful enchantment dazzled in color, covering the rest of the beauty seats behind the enchantment. The woman was shocked and happy, looking up, and seeing a group of heavy Chinese monk Yu Jian approaching in the sky, the leader of the silver armor Xuan boots, with blue eyes, and red eagle hunting on the top.

The blue gold ribbon representing the blood of the heroes was admired under his forehead—the son of Wangshu and the leader of the North Border Army.

And beside him were black gilt rims, robes and jun mo xi, and blue gilt rims, looking at Shu Jun with mercy.

"It's disgusting to use living people to make Warcraft," Murong said ruefully. "More than me, I served."

When Mo Xi was called out, the serpents went into the air, and the black devil's cage locked with these people's sacrifice was smashed and smashed into pieces!

"Escape." He lowered his black eyes, and said to the sacrifices.

The offerings were stunned for a while, and suddenly they reacted, like an shoal of fish in the pond, anxiously surging. Some people folded their hands, worshiped the heaven, and shouted loudly. Mo died and a Yushou detachment guarded them to withdraw to a safe place. He heard these people swiftly across the river for a while: "Thank you ... Thank you for your help ..."

The pregnant Xi Xi, who was pregnant, was struggling, and was urged by Chonghua Yushouxiu to leave, she cried, looked back at them again, and turned away.

However, just when Gu Mang overwhelmed this puppet army with overwhelming force and released the human sacrifice, he suddenly heard a smashing music in the sky—

Gu Mang was the quickest person to respond to this voice. He was surprised and looked up suddenly: "The storm?"

In the distance, a half-blurred figure approached, and he was also standing against the sky with his sword.

As soon as the man struck white, his placket was unrestrained and unrestrained, and he held a rusty copper-colored martial art flying in the hand. He raised his face, with a clear face, dark eyes, and a wild smile.

This time even Mo Xi and Murong Pian were stunned.

"Gu Mang ?!"

The half-virtual shadow standing on the royal sword was Gu Mang! !! And it is Gu Mong who is young, heroic, and not tempered by any black demon!

"This, what's going on?" Murong Piao was surprised.

But Mo Xi only came to understand immediately after a momentary stun, his eyes were reddish, he stared at the figure of the deceased, and said dumbly: "Nine eyes harp ..."

"what?"

"The Nine Muqin of the Master Guo of the State of Min Guo." Mo Xi said, "Nine eyes are hidden in the piano, and each eye is a monk's power." He said, his fingertips shook slightly and fell into his own. In the palm of your hand.

The voice was suppressed to an inaudible level because of heavy hatred: "This is only made by Gu Mang's stripped heavy Chinese art."

Murong Pity: "!!!"

He turned to look at Gu Mang, but Gu Mang didn't have much expression, as if "stripping" the two were **** and painful, which meant that the jaw was cut in the prison, and the pain was pulled out by spiritual power. It doesn't matter. Gu Mang just stared at the semi-illusive "self" who was able to use heavy Chinese spells and was able to summon the martial arts storm.

For a moment, he calmly said: "It seems that although the state master is holding the rebirth ceremony of Blood Warcraft in the dark, he can't sit still at this moment, and actually sent me to deal with myself."

"..."

"I look pretty handsome."

"..." Murong said pitifully. "Average, a little worse than me."

Gu Man smiled, and as soon as he wanted to say something, he saw "Self" and raised Suona, pressing his fingertips on Suona's eye. Gu Man's posture was clear enough, and he immediately raised his eyebrows and yelled:

"Both open up the realm of sound!"

The monks behind him acted in accordance with orders, but after all, not everyone is so fast. The formation method has only opened to half after another, and "Gu Mang" has sounded the song.

"what--!"

Although the voice of Suona is thin, it passes through the clouds and instantly sweeps through the entire army. Those who were too late to open the sect screamed and fell from the royal sword and fell to the ground. Some were forced to bleed by the sound of Shenwu, and some were unconscious for a moment.

Gu Mang cursed, although he had restored his consciousness, but his spiritual power could not be returned after all. All he could summon was the magic martial dagger. However, although the dagger had a powerful single-handedness, it was completely inferior to the battle. The sound of wind.

The scene was chaotic momentarily, and at this moment, those originally suppressed Lao Guoxiu violently started to fight back, and the war situation was immediately overturned from one side.

Some Xiu Xiu overtook the people's sacrifice that fell on the tail, grabbed the screaming sphenoid beauty seats one after another, and cast them one by one into the spiritual furnace. The color of the melt in the furnace was already extremely bright, and the ghost of Blood Warcraft was becoming more and more vivid in the respawn positions not far away.

"Catch it again! Catch it again!" A high-ranking shout shouted almost frantically. "It's about to be reborn! It's about to be reborn! It's almost a bit!"

Mo Xie wants to swallow the sky, but the strength of swallowing the sky is too strong. The number of times he can call in a year is actually a few times. He has already used the limit. Coupled with the previous confrontation with Murong Chen, the swallowing loss was too large, and at this time, it could not be summoned.

However, at this critical moment, Mo Xi heard another sound of breaking behind him.

He glanced back, Gu Mang looked back in surprise.

The person who played this music was ... Murong Mercy? !! !!

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