Chapter 369 Do not know whether to live or die

The body of Yuan Tu's ancestor was suppressed in the deepest part of the sea of blood. Even this wisp of yuan god recently took advantage of the opportunity of several ancestors in the sea of blood to deal with the Tibetan court. Although he knew that there was a line of soldiers in the world who got some of his inheritance, in fact, it was not I don't know the root.

Now when he saw Pang Taishi in front of him, his heart suddenly moved. After a word, Yuan Tuzu raised his leg and took a step forward. At the first moment, Pang Taishi's face suddenly turned red, like congestion. The knife light flashed in the sleeves of his robe, and the tiger roared repeatedly, but he was oppressed by the momentum of Yuan Tu's ancestor. With all his strength, he still felt helpless. At that time, he shook his feet, pedaled, stepped on the void, and retreated three steps.

This time, the sea of blood, the overturned temple, a hundred years of war shocked the masters of the world. The Central Dynasty also sent a large number of masters to watch the battle. Long before counting, he arrived at the foot of Yinshan Mountain to station. He wanted to rest for a few days and wait for the troops of the Central Dynasty to gather. Unexpectedly, he was meditating in the camp and suddenly saw Yinshan Mountain. The white said that it turned into night, a hundred miles of emptiness, starlight flashed, and there were countless star spirits, rolling down. Among them, the breath was something that his soldiers and the ancestors of the past generations could not find, so he hurried to have a look.

I didn't want to. At first sight, I met the master of Yuan Tu's ancestor. As soon as I saw him, he took the power of his soldiers and martial arts. He was oppressed by the breath of Yuan Tu's ancestors and fell into a predicament.

Fortunately, at this time, Luohu's robe sleeves were displayed, covering a bloody flame light out of thin air. Pang Taishi barely calmed his mind and took a breath. The void behind him was strong wind, and the white light shone into it. Suddenly, a ferocious white tiger with a head and end of more than ten feet jumped out from the middle of the void. He looked up to the sky and roared, and the evil spirit rushed to the sky, hanging his eyes. The white forehead seems to swallow the sky.

"Although the senior has a kindness to my ancestors, up to now, the soldier is a soldier, but it has nothing to do with your Beidou Heavenly Palace!" Pang Taishi was supported by the evil spirit of the white tiger behind him. He danced all over his sleeves in his robe, and his eyes were as bright as electricity. The platinum knife in his hand buzzed incessantly. "It's your predecessor, you, who ravaged the world in the past, and forcibly captured many masters of all factions in the world. If you enter your palace to hold a lowly service, you will kill people and destroy people. Now it reappears. In the world, aren't you afraid that many enemies in those years will come to you and attack them in groups? What's more, our military family has now been merged into the emperor of the Central Dynasty. It is to patrol the sky and practice the way for the sky. In this case, the seniors should pay more attention to their own situation!"

The central imperial dynasty occupied the center of the world, controlled the humane luck, fought for the emperor, and expanded the territory. Naturally, it also got the nourishment of this luck.

One hundred years ago, the emperor decreed to add the three martial arts saints of the military family as the three princes of the emperor, the emperor, the master, the master, the master, the imperial guard, the military and political power of the court, and almost used the power to suppress the central emperor to suppress the hundreds of families, countless families, and the scenery can be said to be the same for a while.

Up to now, the military family has been completely integrated into hundreds of millions of troops under the command of the Central Dynasty. With an order, it is overwhelming and powerful. Even many famous schools in the world that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years cannot be compared with confrontation.

It is also because of this that in the past 100 years, the central imperial dynasty has gradually flattened the ancestral land of countless spirit practitioners one by one. All the obedient will be nationalized, and those who are disobedient can only destroy the door.

"Yuan Tu Taoist! You have worked so hard to escape a wisp of edeshen. If you don't take the opportunity to hide in the depths of the starry sky, why do you dare to come to the door and provoke? Don't you think that if there is no master in my sea of blood, no one can help you?

At this moment, the sea of blood suddenly rolled over, and a voice seemed to penetrate countless time and space. It came from all directions, but someone spoke far away with supreme power. After the voice penetrated the countless forbidden space in the middle, it fell into the ears of everyone, but it seemed to be close at hand.

"The ancestor of Yuantu! You dare to underestimate my soldiers!!" The words were still in the ears, and the space shook violently. There were two voices, one in the south and one in the north, coming through the air, tens of thousands of miles away from each other.

"Bo Xun, do you dare to see me in the sea of blood?" Yuan Tu's expression remained unchanged. He only said softly and sent the voice to the depths of the sea of blood under his feet, and the voice stopped abruptly, not words.

Then I heard the last two sounds, tearing through the space, and coming from afar, Yuan Tu's ancestor suddenly sneered: "Two ant-like juniors dare to roar in front of me. They really don't know whether they are alive or die...!!" When he spoke, his voice was like gold and iron, as usual, but the laughter was condensed, and he rushed straight into the depths of the void for a long time. Obviously, he also used the art of sound transmission.

It's just that Yuan Tu's ancestor used the same magic power to write lightly, and his voice escapes into the void. No matter thousands of miles, it is transmitted to people's ears, which is no different from talking around them. Compared with the two people's roaring and roaring voices just now, they are high and low, and they don't look at themselves.

And the three people who just spoke, Yuan Tuzu was also very clear in his heart that from under the sea of blood was Bo Xun, the first ancestor in the sea of blood, who was also the deepest part of the sea of blood for a long time, who controlled the power of the whole sea of blood and suppressed his body. After getting along with each other for countless years, Yuan Tu's ancestor has long known the power of this wave. He is the only first master in the sea of nose blood that has passed on all the Taoism of A nose Taoists, and his cultivation is earth-shaking.

However, at this moment, Bo Xun sits in the sea of blood, but he does not dare to really come out. He can only use his magic power, transmit the sound into the secret, and indicate his existence, so that Yuan Tu's ancestors have scruples.

As for the other two people, they are generally two martial arts saints in the military family as Pang Taishi, Taifu and Taibao, the second of the three princes of the Central Dynasty, No. 1 Sun Wuzi, and No. 1 Huang Shigong. They are in charge of the two factions of military power and form respectively. Although they are one younger than Pang Taishi, their talent is outstanding, and they are the end of learning. Generations, later came to the top, touched the class in the year of the weak crown, and practiced hundreds of schools of thought, were inclusive, and familiar with the art of war of all dynasties.

After that, he led the troops to fight against the world, attacked the city and destroyed the country, and trampled all over the infinite rivers and mountains. During this period, I don't know how many adventures I have been made. My skills and achievements have made rapid progress. One thousand miles, almost a year of standing, I refined my body and cultivated my body into a shen. Then the class returned to the court. In the final account and the temple, I completely integrated the martial arts and the art of war in my chest. Through, I understood the rationality of the military family. Finally, 60 years ago, the double Jin army martial arts saints, magic power, boxing and martial arts, all reached an incredible state. As a result, he was crowned by the emperor and became one of the three princes, tied with Pang Taishi.

The age of these two people is now only one or two hundred years old. They are placed in the middle of the spirit practitioners, just like a child, but the magic power is comparable to the spirit refiner of the yuan god. Just like Zhang Quanyi of the Qinglian Sword School, before he died, he was just three flowers on the top and condensed a virtual shadow. These two people are already equivalent to a rank of the Tianwu family and are qualified to challenge any master in the world.

Although the way of soldiers is born from the magic power of Yuantu's ancestors, over the past few years, the masters of the soldiers have emerged one after another. I don't know how many amazing people have repeatedly stood on the shoulders of their predecessors, compatible and created by others. These countless years have been accumulated, and the depth of the background is also unfathomable.

And the soldiers are magical, brave and diligent, do not seek Taoism, do not seek immortality, but only seek strength. Once they reach a certain level, the practitioners are often like crazy demons, with the idea of moving forward and no taboos.

From this point of view, it still follows the style of Yuan Tu's ancestor. However, fundamentally speaking, the two cannot be compared, because although the tributaries are out of the source, but gradually moving away, they have their own meteorological qualifications. The masters of soldiers of all dynasties have been born and entered the world with their life's energy. What they want is to use the luck of the emperor to protect the spirit of the sect. Once they make achievements, they will achieve before For the unprecedented hegemony, there will be countless luck in the dark. Naturally, when you encounter a disaster, you will become good luck. Even if you don't seek immortality in the end, you can live forever. Just like a hundred families become saints, you can jump out of the fencing and immortality between heaven and earth.

This is the way of practice pursued by soldiers. Once they are successful, they will not compete. Even now facing the ancestor of the source of the army, Pang Taishi and Sun Wuzi, Huang Shigong, the three soldiers, are not afraid at all. On the contrary, they have a heart to compete.

As soon as Yuan Tu's voice came out, there was a sudden silence between heaven and earth.

Above the sea of blood, the wind and waves were quiet, and all the sounds seemed to be frozen.

At this moment, in a military camp thousands of miles away from the foot of Yinshan Mountain, a middle-aged man in a military uniform with a handful of bamboo slips in his hand was looking up at the sky with a solemn face. The middle-aged man has long arms and broad shoulders, thick skeletons, and looks like a knife and axe. His eyes are black and white, and he chins a wisp of ink. He is faintly surrounded by external airflow, revealing layers of evil spirits, which makes people feel a chill in his heart from afar.

The middle-aged man casually stood on the ground, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into the whole void. The surrounding barracks, war horses, old trees and faint crows, and all the natural environment are extremely harmoniously unified with him, just like an ink painting. Which one is missing will make people very uncomfortable.

If there is anything next to you, it will also make people feel abrupt.

The way of harmony is natural, which is another unique method of unity between heaven and man.

And this middle-aged man is the grandson of Wuzi, one of the three major martial arts saints of the military family.

At this time, Sun Wuzi was looking up at the western sky, holding bamboo slips, standing on his chest, and his lips up and down, as if talking to someone. Suddenly, on the high sky in the very west, a white light suddenly flashed, and then the white light was like thunder, as fast as lightning. In an instant, it crossed thousands of mountains and rivers to the front, bursting out a loud wave like the tide of the sea, and the huge waves of thousands of horses.

"...I don't know whether to live or die...!!!"

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(to be continued)

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