Just then!

Two magnificent figures blocked the way forward.

"Stop, two!"

One of them shouted, his voice was like a waterfall splashing down the mountains and rivers, breaking through the clouds and rocks, and his voice was deafening and shocking.

This man was wearing a floating dress with black face as black as charcoal, his eyes were bright, and he was full of righteousness and could not be offended.

Next to him was a man in yellow, who was also extraordinary and daunting.

They are the generals 300,000 years ago, the heroes of this ancient battlefield!

The one who is Li Yi is the mysterious god!

The person in yellow is the vine god!

As soon as they appeared, the vast ancient battlefield trembled.

"They emitted a completely different aura. The Li-clothed ones were as thick as the earth, while the yellow-clothed ones had a little more sacred and murderous aura.

"Not only humans but also gods died on the ancient battlefield! Three hundred thousand years have passed, and the bones of humans and gods have died, and the dead souls are floating. It seems that they are dead souls, but both souls and souls are destroyed, and only the killing idea of ​​protecting the ancient battlefield exists.

"In this way, it's a pity and respect."

Lu Fengyun looked at the two gods of killing, his eyes were dark and unrecognizable.

He analyzed.

Murong Jingmeng said: "If we want to go through, we can only kill them, even though this is the soul on the battlefield!"

Lu Fengyun smiled and said, "Who are you for if you don't do it for yourself?"

As he said that, his male body slightly regained his fingers, stepped out and landed in front of the two gods.

"Hey, please retreat with tactfully. It's a pity that the undead 300,000 years ago was destroyed."

He opened his lips and whispered.

What he said was just a temptation. If they retreated, they would be in peace. On the contrary, they would be the only one who would live to the death!

The vine god and the mysterious god make prohibitive gestures.

They shouted directly:

"You leave quickly! Otherwise, if you are judged as the enemy, you will definitely bury your bones here!"

There is no room for conversation.

Lu Fengyun shook his head, feeling sorry for their stupidity:

"Are you two corpses? Don't you understand human words? Ah, I forgot that you can't even count as corpses, you can only be...remnants of souls."

These words angered two souls.

The mysterious god stretched out his hand, and the sky sank, suddenly became a vast ocean of water thousands of miles away. The tsunami rushed like a dragon leaping into the sky, whistling towards Lu Fengyun.

The Vine God summoned a bold treasure sword, which was sharp and could break the wind and Ri.

They burst out with energy that almost reaches the spirit god.

Lu Fengyun looked calm and despised.

When the two appeared just now, they thought it was so terrifying. It turned out that they were only in the demigod realm, and they could endure the Great Perfection to death!

Even if they could reach the spiritual god or even break the gods during their lifetime, it was already 300,000 years ago!

The two of them now have the same realm as him!

And he was completely crushed at the competition at the same level!

The divine thoughts turn.

The sea of ​​tiredness breaks through the vast fog and appears in the sky!

At the same time!

Murong Jingmeng's hand was already holding the long tip.

That is the extremely noble and lonely sword!

One sword, one sword.

Swords and swords shine together to defeat the enemy together!

Lu Fengyun and Murong Jingmeng jumped like dragons and snakes, and they actually had an extremely tacit understanding.

The sword is shocking, and the sword light rises to the sky.

The two last undead spirits were shattered!

Two gods, die!

In the thirty-third level of the sky, the smoke and clouds became thicker again.

The breeze pushes the long flowing clouds, reaching the depths of the battlefield...

…………

Deep in the ancient battlefield.

On that end, it seems to be invisible on the endless road of heaven and man.

There is a lush green bamboo, tall and vigorous, with swaying bamboo leaves, leisurely and free.

Green bamboo!

Under the bamboo, there was a man resting with a sword. His whole body emitted a fearful cold air, like a piece of ice that would last for thousands of years.

Ink clothes!

"Ah, Ah snee!"

Sudden!

The bamboo swayed violently and sneezes!

The momentum was shaking, causing the space to tremble.

The leaves fall one after another.

Mo Yi was awakened. He raised his cold eyes, then raised his hand, and took down a bamboo leaf falling from his head expressionlessly.

He closed his eyes slowly again.

"Hey! Mo Daizi! Don't you want to ask Master Qing what's wrong with me?!" Qingzhu shook dissatisfied and protested strongly.

Mo Yi asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Qingzhu said: "Mr. Qing, I have a nightmare! It's such a strange thing. I haven't had a nightmare for 300,000 years!"

Ink-Ye: "…"

Qingzhu said: "Mr. Qing, I was sleeping in my dream, and suddenly two black and white impermanence came. They pulled out all my hair!"

Mo Yi: "You are a bamboo, but you don't have any hair."

Qingzhu: "Bamboo leaves are my master's hair!"

"Nightmare is something that people can do, so I often have nightmares that you nag to death." Mo Yi disagreed.

"But Master Qing, I am Zhuzi!" Qingzhu shouted.

Ink-Ye: "…"

Did this guy get mad on the road to heaven? He just had an ordinary dream, and he was so fussy and bored?

He was speechless.

Mo Yi looked up and looked at the black hole not far away.

Since the last time the God Envoy was killed, there has been no abnormality in the black hole, but he still dared not relax his vigilance.

If the gods come again, there will be another disaster for the generals of the world!

"Why do you always feel that the disaster is coming? It's not that those idiots are coming out..."

Qingzhu also glanced at the black hole, and it was muttering in its heart, but then it thought it was open, "Forget it, don't worry, I'll go to bed!"

The road of heaven and man has returned to ordinary things.

…………

Ancient battlefield.

The further you go, the darker the light and the more fog you are.

That is not ordinary clouds, but fog that can block perception!

Murong Jingmeng fanned out thousands of miles of Qingming Festival.

She and Lu Fengyun walked alongside each other and walked through the mysterious and dangerous battlefield.

At this moment!
To be continued...