Lord of Time!

Chapter 208 Shenxiao Anzi, Mysterious Secrets

"You have to forgive others, and forgive others."

A gray shadow flashed, and someone stopped in front of the horse.

Chen Ping hit Fei Ji Changlie with a halberd, his aura was like a rainbow, his horse and man were united, his body was ignited with raging golden flames, his aura attracted each other, and the stars in the sky fell down and turned into a light curtain.

When rushing forward, it is like a frenzied tide in the vast sea, advancing forward, and the huge momentum forms a mighty strange coercion.

But those who are not strong-willed, let alone fighting him, even if they stand in front of him, they will immediately become frightened and unable to even lift their weapons.

However, when charging against his halberd, there was someone who didn't believe in evil, and who was able to stand firm and stand in front of his horse.

It was an elderly man dressed in gray cannons with a haggard face. The old man was thin and thin, with long eyebrows drooping on both sides, making it impossible to tell how old he was.

However, it can be seen that his state of mind must be very vicissitudes.

A pair of eyes were cloudy and waveless, like a pool of stagnant water.

Even in the face of this turbulent cavalry formation and Chen Ping's unparalleled divine power, he didn't show any fear at all.

I don't know if I don't know how to be afraid, or if I don't fear life and death at all.

Chen Ping felt that these two points were not quite similar.

Instead, he is extremely confident in his own abilities.

If you are confident and have the means, you can come back against the wind.

"Although the old man may not be able to beat you, in fact, the old man can't even beat God Master Duran. However, His Highness King Ping may be fine if he wants to break through the thunder realm of the Purple Cloud God. The knights under his command don't know How much is left?"

Sometimes there are too many people, not necessarily a good thing, sometimes it is a bad thing.

Just like when they met for the first time, Chen Ping rushed to the battle alone, and the other party couldn't keep him.Instead, he was killed and retreated.

As the old man raised his eyes, his withered and thin figure also swelled up.

The body that was originally six feet tall turned into more than nine feet in an instant. The muscles on his body were knotted, and electric lights flickered. The surroundings of his body were full of purple light, turning into a sea of ​​thunder.

In this sea of ​​thunder, countless electric snakes shuttle back and forth, just looking at it makes people's hairs explode, and there is also a strange smell of burning in the air.

Old man, no, the current burly old man with long eyebrows laughed, and drew out an ancient purple long sword from his shoulder, pointing the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground, and said softly: "Today the victory and defeat have been decided, how about The two sides have stopped fighting, what do you think?"

"I don't think so."

Chen Ping smiled.

Just as Ji Changlie thought, at this moment today, half of the south of the Yangtze River is actually determined by World War I.

If you let Ji Changlie's army go away, and the King Jinghai, who is extremely ambitious and acts in an extremely low way, is secretly watching, let's not talk about too long-term things, next, the land of the three prefectures, definitely There will be no peace.

Besides, the old man in front of him who didn't know what kind of relationship he had with Ji Changlie didn't have the qualifications to negotiate terms with him.

"Based on your Zixiao Shenlei domain, you are still a little short of fire, old man, believe it or not, you can't hurt any of the 920 people under my command."

Just as the word "Le" was out of the mouth, Chen Ping didn't stop his horse, turned his hand around his waist, drew the Black Dragon Sword out of its sheath, and slashed at the void.

The sword light is like tearing silk, cutting through the void, cutting off yin and yang, interpreting all phenomena in the world, and beautiful mountains and rivers.

"arrogant."

The burly old man, with thunder in his eyes, shouted angrily, and moved the purple long sword in his hand.

He raised his sword to touch the sky.

In the Baizhang Domain, countless bright white, cyan, and purple lightning lights converged on the sword body.

In an instant, there was a strong wind and thunder, and the entire sky became dark and heavy, only the lightning lights flying around like dragons flying around, as if the god of heaven was angry and was about to fall down with a bang.

The meaning of the existence of the field not only represents one's own path, but also increases one's own learning.

It can even seize the vitality of the world where it stands.

Whoever has a deeper understanding of this world and a stronger spiritual will will gain the upper hand.

Accumulate small victories into big victories, turn away games into home games, and when you make another shot, you will be able to kill with one blow.

This is the battle mode of the realm of the great master of harmony between man and nature.

The gray-clothed old man thought he had entered the realm of a great master for 40 years, and his understanding of the Thunder Realm of the Purple Cloud God was already very good. Although limited by his talent, he could not deduce this realm to the realm of Yang Reality, turning the fictitious into reality. Become the real Zixiao Lei.

However, in terms of vitality, at the same level, he doesn't believe that anyone can beat him.

From his point of view, the gorgeous human world transformed from the sword light field is actually superfluous.

If you have the leisurely mind to transform everything, you might as well concentrate on one place and increase the power of the sword light.

Therefore, the old man in gray was not targeting Chen Ping alone, but the [-] cavalry under his command.

Didn't you boast that you can protect the soldiers under your command?

I see how you protect?
And how to block the thunder that can be called the number one attribute attack?
……

The two confronted each other, drawing their swords out of their sheaths almost at the same time, and the field was laid out.

The boundless sea of ​​thunder crashed down, plunging into the splendid rivers and mountains of the world of fireworks, only to stir up numerous ripples.

The scene is changing, the mountains and rivers change their course, the world is in a catastrophe, and the human beings in the phantom rush to rescue, unite as one, and rebuild their homes.

A thousand years at a glance.

No matter how dense the sky and thunder are like rain.

Blast into Chen Ping's domain, the seemingly insignificant, ant-like human beings always have thousands of ways to fight against this natural disaster and build a better world.

Following the thunder of the gray-clothed old man, Chen Ping's domain phantom seemed to become a bit more real.

Those thousands of illusory portraits, as if born with spiritual wisdom, stood in the present world, and roared with halberd fingers, "Death..."

The word "death" turned into an illusory sound wave, and it became as if it existed in reality, just like under this sky, there are tens of millions of Limin people shouting angrily at the same time.

Thousands of people point at it, but die without illness.

The burly old man in gray was stunned, his eyes suddenly darkened, his heart ached, his head became dizzy, and blood oozed from his eyes, ears, and nostrils.

The hair that was originally black and cloudy has become like flying grass.

Even though he still held up his burly body and skeleton, for some reason, he became old and rickety for a few minutes.

"The field of sentient beings turned out to be the realm of sentient beings."

The grey-clothed old man looked bitter.

It is also the realm of "yin deficiency" in the four layers of unity, which is virtual but not real.

Even if his purple thunder domain is refined to the extreme, it will be suppressed by the sentient beings domain innately.

This is not a difference in the level of martial arts.

Instead, there is a fundamental difference between taking the "gathering the masses" route and other routes.

Why can the dynasties of the world suppress the forces of the Quartet, especially in the heyday, when all people are united, the power of the huge mountains and rivers gathered can even destroy ghosts and gods, and eliminate all supernatural beings.

The reason is the willingness of all living beings.

In the eyes of Taoist monks, it is also called "Luck of Heaven" and "Qi Shu".

No matter how strong a person's "qi" is, it can't compare to the strength of thousands of people.

Say you can do it, you can do it, you can’t do it, and you can’t accept it.

Therefore, once in troubled times, the power of the human heart cannot be condensed into one, and it becomes a mess, and some people will say that all kinds of "demons and ghosts" have jumped out.

At that time, people's minds changed, and there were those who had so much resentment, they turned to the demons to destroy the world.

There are those who are unwilling and want to climb up from hell to the world, and they are obsessed...

There are even those who pray to gods and worship Buddha, pin their hopes on heaven.

Therefore, some people follow the dragon, some are in troubled times, some show the Dharma, and some are called gods.

Waiting to start again, is another reincarnation.

In the eyes of Uncle Tong, the old man in gray, this chaotic world has just begun, and the days of darkness and demons dancing wildly are still long. It is a great opportunity for gods and Buddhas to come to the world and seize luck.

But they never expected that at this moment, someone had condensed into the realm of sentient beings.

This is too ridiculous.

Before the darkest moment, before people's minds are settled, before the time to change the world, how did this realm of sentient beings condense.

My heart is full of big dogs.

Uncle Tong saw a light in front of his eyes.

Or rather, saw a mountain...

That black dragon sword has now cut out a five-clawed dragon with complete beard, tail, scales and armor.

Like a celestial pillar collapsing, it rumbles down.

At this moment, he couldn't hear any other voice at all.

Only this sword is in his eyes.

"The protection of the five thunders, the Daoist is above."

Uncle Tong's sword used all his breastfeeding strength.

In the meridians of the whole body, the true energy was crazily drawn, and the movement was torn apart, turning into a multicolored thunder light that converged on the sword's edge, and went up to meet it.

The sky was black and white, and the colorful thunder light bloomed like fireworks.

At the same time, fireworks were set off, as well as his purple dharma sword, which looked extraordinary at first glance.

Countless fine metal fragments shot out in all directions like rain.

Where the ripples spread, a huge pit with a radius of more than thirty feet appeared on the spot, and it was more than three feet deep.

From a certain level, Uncle Tong still stopped Chen Ping from leading more than [-] riders to charge forward.

But he himself was not so comfortable.

The right half of the body has already become bloody and bloody. With a cry of pain, the blood on his body flashed, and it turned into a wind and thunder and fled to the ground, like lightning, passing through the sea of ​​people, passing through the mountains and mountains, and disappeared without looking back. .

When the domain control failed to work, the gray-clothed old man discovered that Chen Ping's strongest point was not the domain where he was full of flamboyant flowers and gathered energy.

It was his unparalleled divine power and exquisite sword moves.

As long as Fanna Feige passed on the details of Chen Ping's battle with God Master Duran, it is estimated that this uncle will not face Chen Ping head-on with full confidence.

This time, the domain was broken, half of his body was shattered, and even his confidence was lost.

Even if he lost his essence and energy and escaped with his life, he didn't know how long it would take to heal his injuries.

Seeing the other party fleeing in blood, Chen Ping was a little bit grouchy.

But I never thought of chasing.

It's not because they still have to lead the army to host the scene.

It's because the opponent burns his blood and uses half his life as fuel to escape, and he won't be able to catch up for a while.

Unless, I am also willing to give up some life essence and some blood essence to burn.

Why bother?
Mountains and rivers meet each other.

When it's time to meet, we will naturally meet again.

If the other party keeps hiding and doesn't show up, that's fine.

Anyway, there is no deep hatred, it has to cause the other party to die.

Even "Uncle Tong" has already fled in blood.

Incompetent.

Jinghai Wang Ji Changlie is not a fool after all.

When Uncle Tong appeared to stop Chen Ping from chasing and killing him, he immediately boiled his true energy and forcibly suppressed his injuries.

The vitality of the Unity Realm is extremely tyrannical.

As long as it is not killed on the spot, the true energy will continue to grow, and the vitality of the world can be gathered to protect the body, and the essence can protect the heart, no matter what, it can last for a period of time.

Although the humerus of the right hand was completely broken, the wrist and palm of the left hand were also broken, and several bones in the chest were broken, and they were almost inserted into the heart, which was less than shaving the head.

However, Ji Changlie still said that he could still fight and escape.

He snatched a white horse, and was so angry that he wanted to follow the path he came from and escape into Yidao Gorge, into his infantry formation, and even escape to the Linhai camp.

When I came, I was ambitious and proud.

At this point all disappeared.

Just roaring crazily, causing the knights under his command to cut off their rear.

Hurriedly like a bereaved dog.

Just after running half the distance, the eight-door Golden Lock Formation that had been broken up swam to block it again where the banners moved around.

Ji Changlie's face was ashamed, and when he looked up, he saw an elegant old man with white beard and white hair standing three feet away.

Beside him, there was a middle-aged foreign minister in his thirties and forties, looking at him with pity in his eyes.

"Master Yuezhang, why are you doing this? For the sake of past love, let me go today."

Ji Changlie took a deep breath, his eyes were full of humiliation, but he had to humiliate and plead.

At this time, not only the eight-door golden lock array is blocking the way, but also two masters of the level of a grand master of the unity state are blocking the way.

And what about yourself?

Not only were they seriously injured, more than [-] elite riders were already isolated and scattered into a mess.

When going, you can still break through the army formation in one go.

However, when he returned, this was the Longtan and Tiger's Den, so it was impossible to get out.

"If I knew today, why was it in the first place?"

Cui Huchen shook his head, as if he couldn't bear to look at Ji Changlie's fearful eyes anymore.

"If you have any last words, tell them quickly, the old man has no other choice."

The two sides have been in-laws for 17 years and have been fighting for 16 years. Not only Cui Huchen knows Ji Changlie, but Ji Changlie also knows this hard-hearted old man very well.

Hearing this, his expression was stunned, his lips opened a strange arc, and he smiled as if crying, and murmured: "I see, I see, ever since I gathered 20 troops and came to sneak attack, I have to die, and, It must die by your hands."

He staggered.

It seems a little unsteady.

At this moment, he was no longer the prince who had 20 troops in his hand and his own cultivation had reached the level of a grand master, but a defeated general who had nowhere to go.

Looking back.

Outside the overlapping military formations, there was not a single woman in Taoist attire.

I didn't see a cute girl like an elf as bright as the bright moon in the sky.

"Gu, it really deserves to die!"

Ji Changlie looked up at the sky, closed his eyes and wept.

A sword light flashed across his neck.

The head flew up.

Cui Huchen was silent for a long time before he said, "Is this your last words?"

"Third uncle, why did you kill Ji Changlie? Wouldn't it be better to abolish his cultivation and leave him alive?"

Cui Boyu's eyes were full of anxiety, he knew that with this sword cut down, there would be endless troubles.

"Boyu, remember, some things are not what you want to do, but must be done. In your opinion, with His Royal Highness King Ping's monstrous force, why does Ji Changlie come to me?"

"Third Uncle means..."

"Don't say it, don't even think about it, we are enemies with Ji Changlie, life and death confrontation, either you die or I die.

Today, King Jinghai died on the spot in the battle, he was considered brave, he lived up to the famous general, he was the king's pioneer, and above the history books, he should have a strong and colorful stroke, and that's enough. "

"As for what the little princess Mingyue of the Ji family thinks, whether the more than [-] former Jing Haijun infantry have resentment towards the old man, it is just right."

Having said this, Cui Huchen's voice became inaudible.

"If it weren't for this, my Cui family's [-]-step rider would not be very stable. Sometimes, being a lonely minister is not only not a bad thing, but a good thing."

"Grandson, I understand."

Cui Boyu was convinced.

……

"Trash, what a rubbish."

Far away from the battlefield, above the high mountains.

The few people gazed into the distance, let the mighty mountain wind blow their robes, and watched everything that happened on the battlefield.

Looking at it, a tall middle-aged man with eyebrows like two swords flying sideways, eagle nose and cold eyes, couldn't help it anymore, and opened his mouth to curse.

"It's a pity that my Xuanyin sect has been running for several years, and I wasted countless efforts on him. This time, it all went to waste."

It's not just the high-end military investment of several elders and saintesses, or all kinds of dark hands that help the other side cultivate heirs...

Jing Haijun was able to control the land of the three prefectures, and managed to ride out 20 steps. He Xuanyin taught many efforts, and he put in too much effort.

Even disciple Xuanyin secretly became a sharp murder knife in the hands of King Jinghai.

I don't know how many shady things I have done for him secretly.

Such a scene was managed just now.

The results of it?
What a good start, seeing that the harvest is about to be gained, but the loss is complete, and there is nothing left.

If this kind of gamble happens a few more times, no matter how big his Xuanyin sect is, it won't be able to afford it.

It can be said that he lost his wife and lost his army.

It's no wonder that Li Jiuyin, the leader of the Xuanyin sect, who is so deep in the city, couldn't help but swear and almost jumped.

Really angry.

"It's just that the mud doesn't stick to the wall. Don't be angry, the leader. Even if King Jinghai doesn't die this time, we can't take advantage of it. This person actually hid something secretly. His old slave is actually a master of the sky. , Hehe, it’s really well hidden.”

Surrounded by a beautiful middle-aged woman with colorful eyebrows and a three-point smile for everything, she tilted her head and said with a light smile.

Seems to be mocking.

She finally understood that Ji Changlie was secretly burying this chess piece, hiding it tightly, and it was obvious who he was guarding against.

"Meiniang, is there a possibility? Ji Changlie doesn't know that Shenxiao Dao has secretly formed an alliance with Ji Changfeng. No, the Zixiao Shenlei Domain that the old Taoist used earlier has faint blood, quite a bit of blood. The smell of thunder is included.

This person should be the old Daoist Tong Yun who disappeared 40 years ago. I heard that Shen Xiaodao held a small memorial service for him at that time, claiming that he had died at the hands of [Blood Shadow Crazy Sword].

Unexpectedly, this old Taoist has been hiding in Jinghai Prince's Mansion for many years. "

Li Jiuyin sighed, sure enough, the three sects of Buddhism and the four sects of Taoism have a profound foundation. Even the most downcast Hunyuan sect is still an old tree with new buds, blooming with dazzling brilliance.

Not to mention the other sects, when the world is in chaos and all sides are fighting for dragons, they don't know how many hidden pieces have been buried, and they have played a few more idle moves.

Just like the Shenxiao Sword Sect, if King Jinghai hadn't come to an end and was about to die, that "uncle fellow" might not have revealed his true identity.

Who in the world doesn't know that the Shenxiao Sword Sect supports Zhenwu Wang Ji Changfeng, that prince who doesn't show himself, but keeps a low profile, occupying the accompanying capital Youjing, covering the 47 counties of the five prefectures, claiming that he never fights for power, Loyal to the court.

Judging from the identity of this "same uncle", Ji Changfeng may not be so "simple".

Even, the Huwei army and the Longxiang army have fought fiercely with the Dongmu army, the greedy wolf army, and the Qisha army over the years. It is possible that you are acting.

"Could it be that he's playing a trick of raising the bandits' self-respect."

"Good guy, I might have lost my sight when I waited."

Li Jiuyin smacked her lips, and her face changed slightly after thinking about it.

"Or, we might as well support that one instead."

Mei Niang pursed her lips and pointed down the mountain, where Chen Ping was commanding the army under his command to collect Luo Jiang's army.

"No, why did Chen Ping escape from the Xingqing mansion when he was hunted down by the thirteen princes of the Northern Zhou Dynasty? I heard that he also lost two of his little friends. You forgot, who sent the news to let the seven-color hall Hongyi got the news from Little Princess Mingyue."

"Ugh……"

Mei Niang's expression became extremely embarrassed.

At the beginning, he played chess casually, and for no reason, he set up a big enemy for himself in the Xuanyin sect.

It's a mess.

(End of this chapter)