In a huge playground, there were hundreds of monks, all of them wearing uniform green shirts and carrying a spiritual sword behind their backs, both men and women, all of them handsome and chic.
There were also dozens of people dressed in white clothes, their hands behind their backs, their heads held high, and all of them looked at the middle-aged man who was not angry and arrogant in the middle.
The middle-aged man was just standing on a high platform, and his body did not exude any might, but as long as he stood there, it seemed that an incomparably high momentum had been condensed between heaven and earth, an inexplicable battle intent.
All the monks were inspired by the middle-aged man, and their hearts were full of warlike intent to pierce the sky.
This middle-aged man is naturally the god of war, and only he can not say a word, and without saying a word, he will drive the momentum of the audience.
The sword eyebrows are in the sideburns, the eyes are like stars, and he is naturally arrogant and domineering the world.
The God of War stepped forward, glanced at the hundreds of young people below, and said loudly: "Tomorrow is the moment to decide the final fate, presumably everyone has already comprehended all the key points of the formation."
It's still arranged like that, one hundred and eight children go first, and those who can't support it will be made up immediately, and this time they can only win, not lose.
No matter what happens on the periphery, don't care, don't ask, there will be people blocking everything.
At this point, his voice paused, and then he exclaimed, Yan Huang's departed heroic soul should come back.
No one spoke, but everyone quietly swore in their hearts that even if the long sword was close to them and the sword was cut off, the task must be completed.
We can't let this mission fail, otherwise we will be ashamed of the god of war and the ancestors and ancestors.
Guo Ming stared in the distance and nodded.
Sometimes bold words can pull people's hearts to fight, because no matter how much passion there is, there is a time to pass.
Only by arousing their sense of responsibility and honor and disgrace from the bottom of their hearts can they quietly take root in their hearts and moisten all things invisible.
In this respect, the god of war is worthy of a true leader.
Guo Ming has no objection to this approach of the God of War, as a leader, this is his necessary common sense, to encourage morale, and to move forward even by unscrupulous means for the sake of the goal.
The sharp eyes of the god of war pierced the sky directly, and he directly looked at Guo Ming in the distance.
Guo Ming's way of water operated quietly, and the monstrous momentum seemed to hit the cotton, and he couldn't borrow force at all.
Guo Ming smiled lightly on his face, it is strong, and the breeze blows in the mountain port.
Guo Ming is like a duckweed with no roots in the sea, even if the waves hit, Guo Ming is still standing.
The God of War's eyes showed surprise, and he said: "Your cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, but why aren't you afraid of my momentum attack?"
"It has something to do with my mind."
Guo Ming calmly replied, If you raise your momentum again, I won't be able to, I think I should call you Heavenly Level at this time Guo Ming couldn't see it before, but at this time, his cultivation has made great progress, and he can naturally see some differences in the god of war, the other party has broken through the shackles of the god of war, and the tribulation has successfully reached the heaven level, because the heaven level represents that every move can affect the operation of heaven and earth, this is the meaning of the heaven level.
Guo Ming's primary mental technique was too powerful, and although the God of War controlled it well, he was still keenly aware of the difference.
The figure of the god of war flashed in place and disappeared in an instant.
A ray of brilliance swayed from the palm of his hand, enveloping Guo Ming in a space of his own.
Concubine Jin was taken aback, and Guo Ming's voice came from her ears, "Don't worry, it's the God of War." ” Concubine Jin let go of her heart slightly, for her, the most important one now is her father, and the other is Guo Ming, neither of them can afford to lose. within a parallel space.
The god of war and Guo Ming stood opposite each other.
The God of War looked at Guo Ming in surprise, and only after a moment did he say: "I used to treat you as a junior, but now it seems that you are about to stand at the same height as me, I have a hunch that you will become the key figure in the Great Destruction in the future." ” "The god of war is in love."
Guo Ming smiled slightly.
"Don't be modest, what I'm saying is true.
The reason why your cultivation has improved so quickly is not only because of your high talent, but also because of your deep blessings.
On the path of cultivation, talent is of course important, but if you fall halfway, everything is empty talk, and only those who are favored by God can go to the end.
As far as I am concerned, my talent is not very high, and my cultivation is all the result of bloody struggle, because I am not afraid of death, I will not regret nine deaths, and I will die and be reborn.
"The god of war is right.
Guo Ming sighed: "Avenue, avenue, what is the end of the road."
The more I practiced, the more I felt small.
Heaven level, emperor level, emperor level, emperor level, and the feather ascending immortal of the strongest firmament of the blue-eyed clan, could it be said that the immortal level is the focus of the Dao Then why was he still hit hard by Qing Ming. ” The God of War was also silent, indeed, he had reached the Heavenly Level a hundred years ago, and he originally felt that he had cultivated the True Realm alone, but he never thought that he would feel frightened from the heart when facing the Bright God King of the Bright God Realm, and only then did he understand that the other party's cultivation far surpassed his own.
After another twenty years, the three powerhouses of the Holy Land entered the Heaven Level one after another, and the four of them struggled to fight against the God of Light.
The last time Guo Ming brought him the news, he knew that he was really like a frog at the bottom of a well, it turned out that he had only climbed a mountain, and there were even higher peaks waiting for him in the future.
It was also after that time that he resolutely decided to recruit the heroic souls who died thousands of years ago to strengthen the power of Yan Huang Xiuzhen.
Guo Ming's talent is very recognized by him, eighteen-year-old Yuan Infant Middle Stage, he doesn't know what level he will reach in a thousand years, but he knows that he may not even have the qualifications to look up, but he will even let out such a feeling, this is not pretending to be deep, but a powerless manifestation of the vastness of the Great Dao.
As everyone knows, after reaching the fairyland, it is only a starting point.
Guo Ming quickly got rid of this decadent mood, shook his head, and said: "God of War, you have several kinds of confidence about the upcoming battle" "The strongest person in the Light God Realm is the Light God King, that is, the Twelve-Winged Angel, and I and the three Pavilion Masters of the Holy Land are enough to compete.
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In addition, there are twelve ten-winged angels under his command, which is equivalent to the peak of the gods.
We also have eight monks at the peak of the Transformation Gods, and of course this situation may not necessarily occur, because it is impossible for them to leave none of them.
Even if all of them came, these eight monks would be able to compete with one or two.
Secondly, there are a few more of their eight-winged angels, about three hundred. ” "More than a hundred" Guo Ming's face changed, according to the God of War, isn't that equivalent to having more than a hundred angels in the middle stage of the god transformation.
This ratio is also a little too large.
He didn't believe that Yan Huang had more than 300 mid-stage cultivators, even if Yan Huang's combat power was stronger, it would not be possible to have too many differences in proportion.
"Yes, this is also the most troublesome problem, there are only more than a hundred monks in the middle stage of our god-transforming stage, and the difference is too much to resist.
Now I just hope that there won't be too many people coming from the other side, otherwise it's really dangerous. ” Guo Ming pondered for a while, shook his head and said: "I don't agree with your kind of thinking, we must consider the worst case in everything, as you said just now, we can't fail."
Everything must be taken into account. ” "I also think that it's just that time waits for no one, and I always have a hunch that if I don't do it again, there will be no chance in the future.
The bell of the millennium is about to ring, do you have to wait for another millennium?"
said the god of war astringently.
It's hard to imagine that the always domineering God of War also has a time when he is unwilling.
"The top priority is to mobilize all the strong people to ensure the operation of the rebirth array, there is one person you need to think about."
Guo Ming thought of the witch Ziyu under the deep pool, her talent was not weak back then, and it was not necessary that she had reached the heaven level after so many years.
With the addition of this one boost, it is very likely to turn the tide of the battle.
"You're talking about purple rain" The god of war's face changed and said in a deep voice.
"Actually, you must also know that there is never anyone right or wrong in the Demon Dao, everything is a dispute between the Dao and the Dao.
What happened back then was not very fair to Ziyu, it was enough to lock her up for a thousand years, and it was time for her to be born.
Guo Ming remembered the pair of joyless and sad eyes that he once had, as well as the thick sadness hidden under his eyes.
I don't want to fight with the heavens, and I don't want to step into the prosperity of the world, I just want to walk through this red world to prove the true result of the demonic path.
However, if the righteous path destroys my Dao system and slaughters my people, I have to stand up and protect the last fruits of my demon path.
I'm not wrong, and I'm unwilling to lock me up for a thousand years.
This is a sentence that Ziyu once said silently, and Guo Ming has always remembered it.
Under the deep pool, between the lonely square inches, the wordless loneliness is difficult for anyone to understand.
Ziyu is also human and has her own emotions.
When she was at her most beautiful, she was ruthlessly suppressed in the deep pool, and in the blink of an eye, several dynasties changed, and who knew that between that square inch, a girl sighed and cried to the moon.
"I've figured it out over the years, Ziyu is innocent, if Ziyu is released now, if she kills on a killing spree, what should we do Although we can re-seal, but in the face of the invasion of the Bright God Realm, we are powerless."
The god of war also sighed deeply, he still had some impressions of Ziyu.
After an encounter many years ago, the woman's voice and appearance came to his mind.
It was a girl like no other, naughty and cute, with a hint of stubbornness.
I remember that she was going to compete with herself, and she fought with herself for three days and three nights, and finally she sold a flaw to let her win a move, and she still remembers the happy smile on her face at that time, and the two shallow dimples showed.
I still remember that when several people joined forces to seal her, the despair and unwillingness in her eyes were imprinted into his heart.
It's unbearable to look back, the god of war smiled bitterly, and finally said: "Whoever is going to be a lobbyist, I can't do it anyway." ” "I'll go."
Guo Ming thought for a moment and said slowly.
To be continued: