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In the inner hall of the imperial mausoleum, the wind of the battlefield died down.

The moment the pawn fell, an invisible military order was issued to this army that had been dead for thousands of years.

The momentum of the soldiers' war halberds stopped, the wheels of the chariot stopped rolling, and the sound of stone boots stomping on the ground stopped abruptly. The army composed of stone sculptures turned into real stone sculptures, only the dust that was raised slowly filled the air.

In the center of a cloud of dust, Jiang Ling, shrouded in black light, held her breath, her pupils contracted tightly.

Not more than an inch above her forehead, the long knife that had slashed in the air stopped.

It hung there abruptly, and the distance was so close that she could even clearly feel the temperature of the blade, and even without touching it, the sharp cold air left a bloodstain on her forehead.

However, it did not break down.

Wang Ben stopped. In other words, he had to stop under the order.

Who gave his orders?

Who can order him?

Before she could figure this out, another strange sound came.

It was the scrolls in the inner hall trembling.

This is the purest power of words, bearing the imprint of ancient emperors, but at this time, it adds a bit of sage's luster.

The mighty force from a thousand years ago is mobilizing the scrolls of two thousand years ago, singing the long poems of ancient and modern history in silence.

"No clothes? I'm in the same robe as my son. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear. I have the same hatred as my son!

Do you say no clothes? Same with Zi. Wang Yu Xingshi, repair my spear and halberd. Work with your son!

Do you say no clothes? Wear the same clothes as your son. Wang Yuxing division, repair my armor soldiers. Walk with you! "

Under the influence of a certain force, the characters on the seal engraved made a baby-like murmur, and the most original and pure literary spirit that had been stored for thousands of years seemed to turn into a golden iron horse in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, the majestic The awe-inspiring spirit has spread throughout the entire hall.

Ding.

With a clear and crisp sound, the breath condensed to the extreme burst out with a flick of the fingers, and the invisible barrier all over the entire inner hall was pierced by the literary energy, as if a silver bottle was suddenly broken, and the sealed spiritual power rushed out, suppressing the forbidden area of ​​the hall. The formation is completely lifted!

This is...

Jiang Ling felt the familiar literary atmosphere, and immediately thought of something. But before she could react, her field of vision was already filled with ultramarine light and shadow.

It's Jianguang.

That blue sword light was similar to Han Jiangchen's sword power just now, but its momentum was a hundred times purer and stronger than his. If his attack just now was rivers and rivers, then the momentum in front of him is undoubtedly the sea!

Just like a giant sword made of light descending from the sky, that sword stretches across thousands of miles of frost and cold Kyushu.

That was the real momentum of one riding a thousand, and the Yin soldiers who were exposed to it had no time to resist, and they were turned into powder in the pouring rain of swords. There was only a sound of metal and iron ringing, and all the knives and halberds were broken, and the hubs of the carts were all shattered. With just one move, the flamboyant Yin soldiers collapsed in an instant!

Amidst the dazzling sword light, a golden shadow slanted out dangerously.

That was naturally Wang Ben in the army. But now, under the light of the sword, half of his stone body has completely disappeared, and at the same time as he retreated, he scattered golden stone powder all over the place.

Two thousand years later, this long-dead famous general once again felt the murderous intent in front of him.

If he was in the prime of his life, he still had the strength to face this battle, but now his physical body has long since died, and he is only supported by a wisp of remnant soul. How many.

He could only retreat instinctively, and just barely exited the scope of the sword glow, his figure stopped suddenly.

At the corner, Su Yuzhu subconsciously sniffed with a dusty face.

A special smell suddenly flowed into his nostrils, it was two intertwined odors: one was the refreshing floral fragrance, the other was the chilling rusty smell, the two were completely different, but blended together perfectly.

The breath fell to the ground like raindrops, on the ground of this dead soil,

Flowers made of copper and iron bloomed.

They seem to be born of quenching, but with the vitality of spring rain moistening things silently. Looking closely, each of the blooming petals is surprisingly made of fine iron, bursting out like blazing and sharp. This vigor covered the entire field, and in exchange for thousands of steel flowers blooming at the same time.

Under the group of flowers, the whole hall trembled.

The moment the flowers bloom, the entire hall instantly becomes the domain of the steel flower array. The temple itself is also a refined spiritual thing. In this domain, all refined objects must obey the rules formulated by the refiner!

Among them, of course, including Wang Ben.

The moment the group of flowers appeared, the golden figure stood still on the spot as if welded. The golden body dripped down as if being dissolved, blended into the group of flowers, and was quickly assimilated as if it had been turned into its nourishment.

The will-o'-the-wisps in the golden man's eyes jumped, and the lifeless general seemed to be shocked by the sight. Thousands of years after his death on the battlefield, he actually witnessed the true power of almighty power again.

But at the last moment, what appeared in front of him was a giant black palm.

——In the gap between many mighty forces, Jiang Ling, who was soaked in blood, stretched out her hand towards him.

At this time, Wang Ben's body has been destroyed, it has no body, only a sliver of consciousness left, and now even the body of the spiritual weapon that he relies on has been destroyed, no matter how brave he is, he is still like a tortoise at this time was stripped of its shell.

Under the oppression of several forces in front of him, the soul of this famous general could no longer exert his spiritual power. It can be said that he lost any opportunity to resist, and he had completely become a chopping board fish.

Just like when he was treating the pawn just now, the huge black palm grabbed his chest in the void, but this time it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength. It was not so much "grasping" as "pulling", it was a forceful movement. Shengdi, pulled out the soul branded in that golden body!

Jiang Ling gathered her five fingers together, exerting so much force that blue blood vessels stretched out on the back of her hand. The mighty power of the four saints scattered all over the surroundings gathered towards her as if consciously, like a teacher grabbing the ink brush in a student's hand and pressing down on the wisp of remnant soul in her hand with an irresistible momentum.

Light smoke floated up and dispersed like the wind. I don't know whether it is defeat or relief.

After 2,300 years of death, Wang Ben, a general of the Qin State, lost his soul in the hands of soul cultivators at Kunlun University.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this change is simply invisible, but now everyone on the field knows what a stormy sea it contains.

In the corner, Su Yuzhu was lying there dumbfounded, his face completely pale.

He had never even dreamed of what he witnessed in just a few seconds. The performance of those students just now has refreshed his three views, and now the reshaped three views have been completely shattered.

Is there really such a mighty power left in this world? Can such an existence really be tolerated in this world?

Most importantly, these forces seem to be on their side... on the side of the "Kunlun University"!

What kind of existence is that?

As if life was suspended for a few seconds, Su Yuzhu lost all thinking ability at that moment, just lying there stupidly, staring at the scene in front of him.

In front of him, Jiang Ling slowly withdrew her hand and looked around.

Of course she wouldn't fail to recognize those auras just now. But at this time, she looked around, but didn't find those familiar figures.

Restricted by the campus, their deities did not show up at the scene, but handed over their techniques to Wei Ze, and he brought them into the mausoleum together, sweeping away the layout of two thousand years ago in an instant.

It is estimated that even the first emperor did not expect that one day, his palace would be greeted with the combined impact of two eras at the same time.

This is a mixed double from the Tang and Song Dynasties and the Millennium Era.

The soldiers broke up, the spell disappeared, and the four bursts of power began to subside. The hall full of turbulent spiritual power unexpectedly calmed down for a short time, just like the battlefield just after the war.

In front of the hall, the raging black light faded away, and Jiang Ling's figure reappeared from it, but now her face was bloodless, as if she had been emptied, and her pupils were all slack.

Before Su Yuzhu next to her stepped forward, she suddenly fell to the ground, curled up with her head in her arms, and her whole body twitched uncontrollably.

The extreme output just now had overdrawn her primordial spirit, and then forcibly using the power of the demon to break through the limit, this is an act of self-mutilation.

The body obviously didn't intend to let go of her nonsense easily, and just as soon as it touched it, it began to retaliate frantically.

When the backlash came, Jiang Ling only felt a splitting headache, the tearing pain seemed to be crushed by the heavenly spirit, and she couldn't help but cry out in pain, almost rolling on the ground.

I don't know how long this process lasted. When the groans finally subsided, the girl's convulsions also stopped, and she lay there motionless as if she was out of strength.

Su Yuzhu was watching, and in the end he thought she must have passed out. But after a few seconds, she actually trembled again.

She stood up with difficulty, then stumbled and moved towards the boy in the pool of blood at the corner.

The crossbow shot through her leg just now, coupled with the exhaustion of her spiritual power, she moved very slowly, almost only crawling forward. Just crawling step by step, approaching the past step by step, with long bloodstains trailing under his body.

Su Yuzhu stared blankly, he couldn't tell if this girl was the same person as the devil-like shadow just now. Before she could figure it out, she had already moved to Han Jiangchen's side, opened her arms, and hugged him tightly.

Just now she hadn't blinked when facing the knife in her head, but now she was holding the dying boy, trembling like a little girl holding a doll, and after a while, she suddenly burst into tears.

 …

At the same time, in [Kyushu Mountain and Sea Map].

The soul energy gathers, the color of the sky and the earth changes, and everything is flowing as usual, but the ancestor dragon in front of him does not move.

He was completely stunned.

No, it should be said that he was trembling under the gaze of the figure in front of him, and even completely forgot about Wu Hao's punch just now.

The figure hung there silently, watching the golden dragon shadow on the dome from the other side of the dome. It was clear that the two were in the same air, but the man's eyes seemed to be condescending. He looked down at the ancient dragon god, just like looking down at a wild dog crawling under his feet.

No mistake, he recognized this breath, this is the clearest memory he has had in thousands of years, it is impossible for him to admit it wrong.

Only this person is qualified to say "give you a death", this is the only existence in the world that has ever brought him fear. In his relationship to this man, everything he gave to him was a gift.

For He is a captive at His feet, His...servant!

...but who is he?

Zulong suddenly raised his voice and roared, and the golden streamer rushed towards him, causing the dragon scales all over his body to explode. At that moment, the sky and the earth seemed to be a sea of ​​raging waves, and this dragon god was standing on the top of the sea!

At the same moment, the first thunderclap resounded above the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

The purple-blue sky thunder pierced through the clouds, and the moment it flashed, it seemed to split the sky in two. The aurora spread among the clouds, dyeing them a strange black-gold color. From a distance, one could see that the clouds seemed to have turned into emperor's dragon robes, flapping in the hunting wind.

In the sky and on the earth, I am the only one.

He was the former king of the sea, and he also carried part of the aura bestowed by the First Emperor. At the moment of his might, heaven and earth will answer his trumpet. All the power and influence gathered under the seal, gathered in the small nine tripods, and gathered beside Zulong!

This was a truly earth-shattering blow, everything around him was distorted, and the air sent out bursts of violent waves. The golden dragon rose vertically from the dome, carrying the violent thunder and the rising wind and waves, turning into a golden light with a momentum as if piercing through the sky, and charged towards the figure!

In the center of all, the white figure in that space opened its hands.

There was no sound, no power, he just stretched out his arms in the most unpretentious way, and opened his palm towards Zulong who was riding the power of heaven and earth.

A pair of long eyes suddenly opened wide, and the face of the person in front of him was reflected in the pupils - in those pair of opposing eyes, he saw a golden light flowing through.

At that moment, the wind stopped, and the mountains and seas were peaceful.

The huge waves slapped on the golden mountains, and the waves quickly faded away, together with the clouds above, and the sea bounded by heaven and earth became calm in the blink of an eye.

The tsunami of spiritual power faded away completely, and a figure of a man and a dragon emerged from the mist: In the silence, the man's palm was pressing on the golden dragon's head, and that movement was like... caressing.

That's right, stroking is like the way the owner caresses a pet dog.

His hand slid across the dragon's head, stroking the long mane, and the momentum surrounding the Zulong was completely wiped away by this stroke. Just like brushing off the dust on a pet, he directly brushed off the earth-shattering spiritual power fluctuations.

"you..."

The golden dragon's beard trembled. Touching Haidi's head is a thousand times more serious than swatting a fly on a tiger's head, but he can only bear this humiliation now, no one is more qualified to humiliate him than this person.

He wanted to avoid that hand, but he couldn't break free as if he was absorbed. He could only stare and ask loudly.

"who are you?"

The white figure raised the corners of his mouth, and he withdrew his hand, staring at the giant dragon that seemed to be immobilized in front of him, the golden light in his eyes flickered like a candle.

"As for me, I'm probably a teacher, teaching immortal cultivation."

Facing the Dragon God, who is the most respected in the world, he said in a calm tone: "My name is Wei and Ze, you can call me by my first name, or you can call me the Lord of Kunlun."

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