The Tang Dynasty, the deserted people, the snow country, the ten thousand fragrant city, the shade, the green sea, and the magnificent world.

All these top forces in the world were involved in this incident, and the power burst out in this battle was enough to overturn half of the world.

While countless powerful forces are overturned, many people are destined to die.

This was something that was clear after Li Xiu saw Jiang Linshan’s letter at Sanqiya, and he was even ready.

The clear environment is flowing, and it is difficult to be at ease.

The two top ten brothers in the Heavenly Scroll also had the opportunity to touch the six realms, but they still died in the Northern Snow Field for this country and Fu Yu.

His death was something Li Xiu did not expect.

Xue Hongyi was seriously injured and Emperor Tang went into seclusion. The dean disappeared. Zifei went to Taoshan, and Xiaobaru ascended to the sixth realm.

The strongest man in Tang Kingdom today is Fuyu, but he died in the Snow Country.

He didn't ask others what happened, and Mr. Chen didn't say that means he was not dead.

"You must have told Your Majesty that you will send the news to Xuzhou City and Jincheng. You should have told Your Majesty that what will Your Majesty say?"

Mr. Chen and Li Xiu's bodies floated in the air and rushed towards Xuzhou City. Li Xiu turned his head and looked at him and asked.

The Snow Emperor and the Snow Girl are both dead. As well as all the five-level masters left in the Snow Kingdom Palace, the Snow Kingdom soldiers who have lost reinforcements will find it difficult to persevere for too long in the counterattack of the northern border troops. Even if all the people of the Snow Clan are born to be raised, they are destined to suffer heavy losses this time. Whether there will be remaining five-level masters to survive is a question.

This is a good opportunity for the Tang Dynasty to completely eliminate the inside and outside.

Mr. Chen said: "Your Majesty handed over this matter to the prince."

Li Xiu's eyes flashed slightly and he didn't ask any more questions.

From the time when the Emperor of Tang went into seclusion, he knew that his mind was no longer on this country. What he wanted to do was to practice and move to a higher level.

In fact, the matter in the north does not require the issuance of an order from Chang'an. Before Liu Ran and Wei's Second Master returned to Chang'an, they would definitely tell Liang Wen and the military advisor about the destruction of the Snow Kingdom Imperial City.

Liang Wen and the military advisor naturally knew what to do afterwards.

What Emperor Tang wanted to express was just an attitude, the attitude of handing over this country to the hands of the prince. But for the prince, what he wanted was not this country.

Therefore, Emperor Tang and Prince could only stand in the East Palace, watching the sun set and the night rise, without any conversation, and each left.

I never said a word from beginning to end.

The next day, Li Xianyi took Li Wenxuan's body, Chen Yanyan and other people from the National Teacher's Mansion and six teachers from the academy to set off for the north.

Things in Chang'an City still have to be managed by Emperor Tang.

The doctors from Sansheng Mountain have all gone to Xuzhou City and the northern part, and now there is a land of no one under the feet of Sanshengzhai.

For the Tang Kingdom, there are five battlefields of this dispute, namely Chang'an City, Northland, Snow Country, Xuzhou City, and South Snow Field.

Now the dangers of Chang'an City and Snow Country have been successfully lifted, and victory in the North is just around the corner.

Then there are only Xuzhou and Nanxueyuan.

Li Xiu followed Mr. Chen to Xuzhou City, but was thinking about the Nanxueyuan. Originally, Zifei was there, which was the least worrying place, but Zifei stopped the trace of the sky, and now it has become the thing that Li Xiu was most worried about.

Compared with the Northern Snow Field, the colder in the Southern Snow Field is lighter and there are more people on it.

However, the battle in the North Snow Field has ended, while the battle in the South Snow Field is still in a stalemate.

The five masters of the Demon Realm, Bai Yutang and Lu Qinghou, were facing the seven fifth realms of the deserted people at the same time.

Su Shengwan stood on the sea of ​​Mo where there was only a few left, exchanging life and death with Mr. Er.

The sword light on the sky flashed and disappeared sometimes. Chen Luo also continued the battle between Congpu, but it was almost over, because the sword light was still fierce, but Congpu's power had faded a lot, and the scene of the blooming flowers and plants and forests was dim and broken.

The snow field under my feet had been melted by half before, and it was even more shattered at this moment. The earth kept falling down, like a bottomless black hole, constantly swallowing everything that had collapsed.

Mr. Wu stood far away in Nanchuan. This is the battlefield of the master of the fifth level. He is only a fourth level monk. Although he is the best among his peers and has the title of Futu, he can only watch on the battlefield now, and even worry about being affected by the overflowing battle.

The tigers and leopards in the forest in the distance were already hiding far away, and there were also a group of silly roe deer standing there blankly looking up.

The big fish that jumped out of the lake had been cut in half by the sword light.

Su Shengwan stepped on the sea of ​​ink, bathed in the sword light and fought with Mr. Er. Several cracks appeared in the scroll floating above his head, and the beautiful scenery inside the scroll also showed some destruction.

His injuries were very serious, but Mr. II's injuries were even worse.

Su Shengwan's painting path was perfect, and he realized the creation path. Under his ink pen, countless strange things were born, strange and powerful.

An invisible ocean appeared around Mr. Er's body, just like the sea of ​​ink under Su Shengwan's feet. The only difference is that the sea of ​​ink is tangible and the sea of ​​consciousness is invisible. The ocean around Mr. Er's body is formed by the mental power overflowing from the sea of ​​consciousness.

When the two touch each other, the waves surging and colliding.

Su Shengwan stretched out his hand forward.

Mr. Second's eyes narrowed slightly, and the big fish, which was cut in half by the knife light, suddenly jumped up and swallowed Su Shengwan's palm.

Su Shengwan had no expression on his face, and a pen suddenly appeared in his palm, and a light lit up between the pen and ink.

A long mark suddenly passed through the air, and the second Mr.'s face suddenly turned aside, and the spiritual ocean instantly wrapped around his body, releasing an extremely powerful force of attraction.

The traces passing through the sky pierced the ocean and left a wound on Mr. II's chest.

His eyes were cold and he said in a deep voice: "Shen of the Sky?"

He could see the trace that had just appeared in the sky very clearly, otherwise his expression would not have changed drastically. It was something he was most familiar with.

He knew that Su Shengwan had already achieved great success in painting and had the ability to create everything, but he never thought that even the trace of the sky could be imitated.

Su Shengwan's expression was paler than before. It was obvious that even if he had understood the creation of a Tao, he wanted to draw the trace of the sky.

Moreover, the power of this trace of heaven is not as powerful as the moon on the sacred tree, and it is only about one-third of the power.

Mr. II continued: "With the power you have left now, how many traces of the sky can you draw?"

Su Shengwan looked up at him, and the sea of ​​ink under his feet became weaker and weaker.

He whispered: "You'll know if you try it?"
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