Chapter 752 The Battle of Yao is at the end

"Dead King," Shaoqiu Wenyan looked at Wang Ziye, "You take good care of your injury, take me to break Di Yao, and I will ask for justice for you!" Whether it's a person or a god!"

"Shaoqiu," Wang Ziye suddenly grabbed his hand and released a strange brilliance on his face.

Shaoqiu's heart trembled. Wang Ziye, a zombie, has always been gray and wrinkled on his face, and there is not even a piece of meat... He can see that this is the image of the residual fire in his body and scattering his work!

This corpse king who has been in the wilderness for more than a thousand years has finally reached the end of his life.

"Choose to be the enemy of the gods..." He said slowly, "Have you thought about it?"

Shaoqiu nodded flatly: "It's not that I choose to be their enemy, but that they choose to be my enemy." A bitter smile appeared on his face, "The Corpse King, look at this wilderness is so magnificent. The river moistens life, the trees cover the soil, and the companions I speak the same language as you live in it for generations... Who can watch it being stained with blood and the bones are everywhere?"

Wang Ziye laughed a few times like a cough: "Yes! After coming out of the seal, I fell in love with this wilderness. For thousands of years, I have never found that the wilderness is so beautiful. It makes people can't bear to touch it gently for fear of breaking this silence and tranquility. I lived in seclusion in Shuoshan for seven years, and now when I think about it, it's like a moment. No one knows how long I live than the corpse family. I really want to embrace the wilderness until the end of my life--"

Shebilie and Ba Hu finally couldn't help crying: "The Corpse King, you will be fine. We haven't been separated for thousands of years, and you won't leave us."

"Cry!" Wang Ziye laughed and shouted, "Do you want to live in the wilderness until the end of heaven and earth?"

"I want to." Six extravagant corpses answered honestly.

"Then, let's fight with Shaoqiu! No matter how many people die, even if I am more luxurious than the corpse clan, I will never allow them to touch my home at all!" The prince said harshly.

"In the name of the corpse king!" Six extravagant corpses knelt down to worship Shaoqiu.

"The corpse king..." Shaoqiu was shocked. I just hope to leave a seed for the corpse. How...

The prince waved his arm and smiled: "With no wilderness, where can I escape than the corpse clan? Are you living aggrievedly for thousands of years in the escape?

He slowly stretched out his hand to Shaoqiu, and his turbid eyes suddenly laxed. He looked at the sky quietly and muttered, "I really want to drink another sip of my Baicao fairy wine..." There seemed to drip a few wis of saliva in his tongue.

The arm hung down and passed away.

In the autumn and October of the 37th year of Emperor Yao, the last battle of the Thirty Years of Yao broke out silently in the southern wilderness.

This battle is unprecedented and people don't know. Whether it is Rongdi, Yanhuang, Sanwei or Jiuli, no one knows that the battle that determines the fate of the wilderness is taking place tragically at the southernmost end of the mainland.

Arrows are covered with the sky, and huge stones cover the sky and the sun. The three parties are like dense ant colonies turbulent in the tide. There is only one roll, and thousands of people disappear, turning into mud and dust on the ground.

Di Yao's main tent was set on a towering hill at the northern foot of Lingqiu Mountain. His eyes could see the whole battlefield without hindrance. The dusk sun shone his colorful eyebrows brightly and brilliantly. But Di Yao's heart was extremely bleak and cold.

No matter if he didn't expect that he chased and killed the enemy for 2,000 miles, in the end, 40,000 troops appeared behind him!

In fact, he has almost collapsed after killing the sand. There were 200,000 people in Sanmiao who dragged their sons and daughters to leave Miaodu. Along the way, they were scattered and died. The remaining people were less than 80,000, and there were less than 5,000 soldiers who could hold swords. The two sides fought fiercely in Lingqiu Mountain for several days. Relying on the dangerous terrain of the Middle Valley and the help of the barium bird, the sands did not retreat.

After Di Yao assassinated her witch, the pheasant bird lost its role, so he sent people to attack the middle valley and attacked three waves in a row. The three Miao people were killed and injured, and they had to flee to the mountains. Di Yao was overjoyed and ordered Yi Zhongzi to wave his troops to sweep. Nearly 30,000 troops advanced into Lingqiu Mountain to chase and kill the fleeing Sanmiao people.

I didn't expect that at this time, there was a dense Sanmiao army behind me.

At this moment, Di Yao was cold all over and hurriedly ordered Yi Zhongzi to withdraw his army, but he could not withdraw - the already scattered Sanmiao people suddenly stopped, and earth-shattering footsteps sounded behind them, and thousands of savage giants weighing four or five feet rumbled over with tens of thousands of catties of boulder.

There are thousands of active hills.

This is the ultimate tap of Yongsha - the father!

After Miao was attacked, more than a hundred Kuafu and thousands of Fu who had been staying in Miaodu had to escape with Yusha. Kuafu were limited to Dan Er's death order and were not allowed to be involved in the hegemony and revenge in the wilderness. Therefore, they did not participate in the war between Yanhuang and Sanmiao. But they saw the miserable scene of the people on the way to escape, and these kind giants were also furious - they saw their way of escape 400 years ago again.

So under the persuasion of Yusha, the Kuafu learned to be flexible for the first time in their lives - let his father participate in the war of the Sanmiao people. This is also the reason why Sanmiao people can escape 2,000 miles. After all, there are a thousand savage giants who can carry ten thousand catties and travel thousands of miles a day, which is equivalent to having a thousand land and sea ships.

Yaosha was extremely patient. No matter how many people died halfway, she did not use her father on the battlefield until Lingqiu Mountain and Shaoqiu appeared behind Di Yao. While Shaoqiu's army launched an attack on the Diyao Legion, Kuang Sha ordered his father to send out, a thousand fathers, each with a boulder, a distance of a hundred feet to defeat Yi Zhongzi. Yi Zhongzi had previously received the order of Di Yao's withdrawal of troops and was organizing people to retreat. Di Yao's second order came again - this time he was sticking to it.

North of Lingqiu Mountain, Di Yao was under great pressure from the Shaoqiu Legion. His main force was trapped in the valley. The 20,000 horses in his hand could not resist the Sanmiao elite. The front was compressed little by little. If Yi Zhongzi was allowed to retreat at this time, Yusha would form an abdominal attack with Shaoqiu. This situation Di Yao absolutely didn't want to see it.

Shaoqiu's legion was a fatal threat. Di Yao could see it clearly, so he transferred Yi Zhongzi's 30,000 troops back to 20,000, leaving only 10,000 people to resist the attack of Yusha.

So, the poor invincible general Yi Zhongzi dripped blood in the heart of countless boulders coming to his face in a one-mile-wide valley.

Di Yao's heart is dripping blood.

On the green field at the foot of the mountain, blood bursts, the corpses are pillowed, and the fishy red blood reflects the mountain color. At the foot of Lingqiu Mountain, the Yanhuang allied forces are hanging into a group with Sanmiao warriors. As many as 20,000 people from the two sides put into the battlefield. The crowded crowds hit each other like a tide, burst, and then scattered into countless waves, calming down one by one in the flying of swords and limbs, blood and screams. The winning soldier had just stabilized his formation and was about to continue to push forward. Seeing the arrowheads coming to his face, he nailed them to the ground like a radish...

Under the frontal field battle, 30,000 gold warriors are like a flood that broke the dike, surging. Although the number of emperors is 40,000, they are hastily put together and unable to fight back. After the loss of 5,000 people, he could no longer resist it, so he had to retreat to Lingqiu Mountain and rely on the mountains on both sides of the middle valley to block it. The remaining 20,000 people were arranged to defend in the middle valley, which slightly curbed Sanmiao's offensive.

At this time, Shaoqiu had already taken root at the foot of the mountain. Di Yao took the defensive position and let the three seedlings of iron hooves cross and attack wildly. This time, Di Yao was extremely miserable. The 30,000 gold army, with unparalleled penetrating power, was like rain and wind blowing every day, meteors and fireworks, writing brilliantly, depicting death.

But the Sanmiao people also scratched their heads on the slopes on both sides.

The soil master is full of cracked thorns on the hillside. The mounts of the Sanmiao people are basically useless. They can only rely on their legs to charge on the gentle slope, while the wooden ones have spawn a large number of poisonous thorns and thorns on the hillside. The Sanmiao people have been pierced through the instep by huge thorns, and one leg is swollen like a bucket.

Tang Qianmo, a master of the Tang tribe, stationed 5,000 soldiers on the west side of the hillside and hid outside the earth wall to shoot Sanmiao people from a distance. Suddenly, there was a sharp roar in the air, grabbing - a thick arrow stick inserted into the soil under his feet. Humming, the arrow shaft vibrates violently. I don't know how powerful it is, how long the arrow shaft is, and only the part left on the ground is up to seven feet long!