Brushing... The cold wind blows the yellow sand on the top of the mountain, and the desert under the moonlight actually carries a loneliness and atmosphere of the lonely smoke in the desert and the setting sun in the long river.

In the dilapidated Heroes Temple, Zhao Yun sat upright on an abandoned stone. He stretched out his hands and placed it on an empty scabbard in front. Where the scabbard contacted the ground, the extremely complex Yin Talisman quietly emanated and slowly crawled throughout the room.

The strong wind blew through the hollow gaps in the Martyrs' Temple, like thousands of ghosts crying. It blows his black hair almost straight.

Under the moonlight, darkness covers the top of the mountain like a tide, like the sea before the storm. Under the mountain fog that never dissipates, countless ghost soldiers stare at this place.

The surging murderous intent turned the dark night into dead silence. Just as everything was silent, a second voice suddenly sounded in the temple of Martyrs: "Why do you have to?"

"Although the children of Changshengtian are brave, they also respect brave warriors. I can swear to Changshengtian that you will never destroy your soul. Although I don't know who you are... but you just need to defect to Ben Khan. I will make your reputation spread far and wide at home and abroad!"

"This is my promise to you by Yuan Taizu, known in history as Genghis Khan. You are a rare hero, and a hero deserves respect."

Zhao Yun smiled.

A man who is obviously handsome and cold-hearted smile gives people a feeling of spring breeze and rain: "Do you know, how does history books evaluate me?"

"I don't know."

Zhao Yun looked at the sky calmly, and there were fragments of tiles and vaguely visible to the sky. His voice did not show off at all, but just stated the facts: "I have nothing in my body, but my only courage."

"You are no longer the emperor. Once you enter the underworld, you have to abide by the order of the dead! I will take care of the underworld if you can't control it. I will catch it if you can't catch it! I will take care of people and retreat with you. Do you think it's a joke?"

"Khan, if you offend me, you will be punished even if you are far away. If you are as powerful as heaven, you will be punished even if you are difficult... Although the underworld is now declining, Fengdu is Fengdu, and the underworld is the underworld!"

The voice was like thunder, but it could not be heard outside the Martyrs' Temple at all. It seemed to be saying to Temujin, and even more... it was saying to the last remnant soul of the Changshengtian behind him.

silence.

After a long time, the voice sounded again: "Who doesn't want to leave a name in history? I can do it, you can do it. But with the young boy just now, can he make you famous for the eternal period?"

"Rareless!" Zhao Yun shouted: "The Lord of Hell, are you qualified to discuss?"

"Very good." The voice was equally calm: "I, Temujin, had been living all my life, and the whole of Eurasia was trembling under my horse whip. Not many people could remember, you were one of them. I hope that when the horse hooves of the 'God's Whip' broke your formation, you could still laugh."

"The door to immortality will always be opened to you."

"Amur. Beghu, Jinni, Husi."

Good luck.

No one spoke any more.

The air was so hot that it was cold, as if swords and swords were ringing. Everyone knew that they had already conducted too many similar conversations. They were short and uninformed. However, this was the last time.

The last silence.

The last temptation.

Then... the picture is revealed!

The remnant soul of the Changshengtian could not wait, especially the discovery of another Yama coming.

Temujin couldn't wait. After hundreds of years of suppression, he could not wait to see the light of day again.

The Emperor of the Underworld and the Masters also longed for... and longed for their era to cover this land again.

Once glorious, and opportunity is right in front of you, how can you be content with silence?

This dark sea has reached its boiling point at this moment.

Time passed minute by minute, and everyone was making the final preparations. At midnight on the 26th, a slight bell sound came from nowhere.

"I, we, we really want to go up?" Qin Ye was surrounded by a circle of cultivators with yellow faces and thin skin. Everyone was holding a talisman in their hands, with red letters and black characters, with extremely complex patterns. They hugged around Qin Ye and asked tremblingly.

They are not afraid of catching ghosts, and they are even said to be the only one. But the premise is... they are the evil ghosts that can be grasped within their ability.

This level of battle is not within their consideration at all! Even the most terrifying nightmare has never happened!

"You don't need to do it. Take the talisman and sit in the place I designated. If you don't die, don't move." Di Ting looked at the sudden silence among the mountains and the sound of the dead trees swaying under the fog of the mountain, and said in a deep voice: "Don't you want to see what you are afraid of these weeks?"

"But……"

"No, but." Qin Ye said calmly: "No one will come to save you, either survive and regain your freedom, or die here and buried your bones in the green mountains."

After saying this, he was no longer in the mood to encourage the other party, but stared at the foot of the mountain fog.

I have already said enough in the past few days, and sharpening a gun in the last battle is useless.

After a few seconds of silence, countless crows rushed into the sky croaking, and the mist below twisted wildly. It was like countless piranhas under the sea, about to rush out of this instantly boiling ocean and tear the people on the island into pieces!

"Gudu..." I don't know which monk swallowed hard, and it should have been extremely clear on the top of the mountain where the needle fell to audible. However, the sky-shaking war drum instantly swallowed his voice.

The mountain god beats the drum!

Dongdongdongdongdongdong! The fierce sound of war drums echoed the main mountain. The next second, the endless sound of horse hooves slowly rang out from all directions.

Very far away.

It can be seen that you can tell the position by listening to the sound, which is about 1,000 meters.

a lot of.

It is dense, like rain falling on the earth, endless.

It was still slow at the beginning, with a rhythmic rain curtain overture. In less than five seconds, the four wildernesses were deafening, like the sound of horse hooves passing through the tribulation, rumbling over!

No roar.

There was no shouting for killing either.

There is only the silent, dead, and depressing charge of troops! A storm!

Rumble!!! If just the sea surface just raised its waves, it turned into huge waves in an instant, and rushed straight to the island of the middle of the river of Mashou Peak. The sound of the world that was about to break, the murderous intent that was about to level the universe, and the invisible ghostly murderous intent burst out instantly, forming a majestic vortex of ten thousand meters around Mashou Peak!

Like the sea of ​​clouds in Huangshan, it is extremely spectacular.

At the peak of the sea of ​​clouds, Qin Ye raised his hand. In the charge of heaven and earth, it was like a torch on the top of a mountain.

As he got closer, the vortexes from all directions became faster and faster! Just when the mountain was still three hundred meters ahead, the sound of horse hooves had already shattered. He suddenly pressed his hand: "Array!!"

Damn! All the practitioners bit their lips tightly and ran to the position they had been practicing for several days, biting their fingertips, and smearing them on the talisman with blood.

Brush—! The talismans shine brightly, and they rise to the sky together. Countless complex talismans circling out like vines, drawing a picture in the void.

Boom-!! The impact that made the temporarily lost sound of the world instantly swallowed up other sounds. Countless ripples bloomed around the Horse Head Peak, which were signs of countless golden cavalry charging formations without fear of death.

The rocks penetrate the sky, the waves slam the shore, and thousands of snow piles are rolling up.

Here comes... here comes!

Qin Ye never thought that he would face the golden tent imperial guards who were famous all over the world and became the whip of God by Europe. However, strangely, now he only felt his blood boiling in his heart. He quietly listened to the sound of horse hooves resounding throughout the world, one thousand meters, eight hundred meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters...

Two hundred meters!

His hand suddenly pressed: "Open!!"

As the word "open" fell, all the practitioners bit their index fingers and donated blood to apply it on the talisman. Suddenly, white lights on the talisman spread out, and a series of yin talismans extended out like vines, slowly intertwined in the air, and finally turned into a picture of Lao Tzu riding a cow at a hundred meters high.

Diting combined his claws: "The purple qi comes from the east for 30,000 miles, and Hanguan first passes five thousand words. I transform one qi into three purity!"

Brush—! I rode a cow to the west, suddenly opened my eyes, took a deep breath, and then blew it gently. With a breath of 90,000 miles, the mountain mist between the peaks disappeared in an instant, and everything below finally appeared in front of Qin Ye in full.

cavalry.

Countless cavalry!

Riding on skeleton war horses and wearing pitch-black armor. At the front is the iron pagoda like a torrent of steel, and afterwards, there are neatly scimitar teams passing by. Finally, they are countless riding archers, with more than 50,000!

At the feet of each cavalry, there were complex patterns of the Heaven of Eternal Life, and tens of thousands of cavalry shone together, like ghost fire stars. Among the endless cavalry, fifteen flags embroidered with the Tenglong flag fluttered in the wind. Those were the fifteen emperors of the Yuan Dynasty except Temujin, all of which were at the level of judges. And under the flag, there were two yin energy at the level of the mansion.

There was one Yuan Dynasty, ninety-eighth national fortunes, fifteenth emperors, and two national teachers. Now, we gathered at Mashou Peak!

In front of them was a thin layer of light curtain, which had been eliminated to the final stage. The Yin Talisman above was unstable. And inside...

Nothing!

Horseshou Peak has three layers of defense.

The outermost layer is the shaking light curtain, and the innermost layer is the place where the Martyrs' Temple is located. And in the middle...

It's them.

Eight people and one dog face the tens of thousands of gold tents of imperial guards known as the Whip of God!

Boom!! In less than five minutes, the sword light was like snow, the arrows were like locusts, and the last thin light curtain was filled with countless golden butterflies. Tens of thousands of cavalry rushed in like mercury, and the suffocating murderous aura and the cloudy air in the sky covered the entire mountain like a carpet.

"My God..." "Buddha bless..." "Grass! grass!!" The practitioners' eyes were about to break, staring at the clouds flying from all directions, but no one dared to move.

Time seems to be silent at this moment.

It is not true silence. It is the kind of storm that is about to pour down, embracing destruction...dead silence.

The murderous intent solidifies when the Yin Qi rushes to the bullfight. In this slaughter, the first shout of killing in history explodes the audience in impure Chinese.

"For Tengger!!!"

kill!

I came, I saw, I conquered!

The movement was as thunder and furious as the light of the river and sea. The vortex of clouds charged towards the center in a crazily manner, and there was only one person in front of them.

Sweep... A bone umbrella slowly supported it. Qin Ye looked at the cavalry getting closer and closer, and could even see the sharp blade in their hands. Just as it approached the 50-meter range, the yin energy in the whole body burst out, forming a circle of black shock waves swept across the top of the mountain. The cavalry in the front was swept backwards!
To be continued...