"I dreamed that the evil ghost was plagued by it." A soldier rubbed his eyes, and his heart was full of joy.

The others were shocked one after another. They were also in the same nightmare, with ghosts tangled around their limbs and they couldn't be tear them off no matter how hard they were.

"Don't scare yourself." The leading centurion shouted angrily, then lay down and continued to sleep.

The soldier took a sip of the kettle, barely suppressed the panic, and then laughed at himself. How could we, the warriors on the battlefield, be afraid of the evil spirits, just beheaded with a knife!

In just half a stick of incense, the soldiers fell asleep, and the same nightmare came again.

"Damn it, go out for some breath!" The centurion noticed something was wrong, put on his armor and walked out of the tent.

The moonlight was already covered by gray fog, and although there were bonfires everywhere, the wasteland was still dark.

At this moment, tens of thousands of soldiers walked out of the endless camp, all of whom were confused, gathered in the open space and discussed. After confirming that everyone was the same nightmare, they soon became uneasy.

In the central square of the coalition forces, there are many flags, and martial arts powerful men sit cross-legged in the Bagua formation, and their energy flows surgingly.

The atmosphere was depressing and silent.

Master Ruan Xian and other saints looked at the gray fog from afar, and the sorrow between their eyebrows could not be gone.

After Yi Jiangnan reminded that they were planning and discussing last night, but Zhongyuan had never been exposed to the blood of misfortune and could not think of a way to counterattack.

"Maybe it's invading the sleep." The girl in Taoist robe gave an ambiguous guess.

Xu Ting stood quietly, his thick ink-like brows frowned deeply.

Invading sleep?

It's almost the fatal blow!

If the soldiers are not resting well, how can they go to the battlefield to kill the barbarians?

I am tired before entering the battlefield and will only become a wronged soul under the sword of a barbarian dog.

"Move the camp?" Emperor Zhao Shang Kuo said tentatively.

"No." Xu Ting vetoed and said in a deep voice:

"The military camps near Yumen Pass are all elite generals. If the camps are changed and the logistics civilians are moved to Yumen Pass, the strategic deployment will be completely chaotic!"

The generals around him remained silent.

There are more than one hundred and three hundred and thirty people in the army, so how can we change the position of the military camp at will?

The current dilemma is that the closer you get to the direction of Yumen Pass, the more the bad luck becomes, and the more slimmer it becomes.

But the front is the main force on the battlefield, and they can only decide the winner or loser of the war by fighting bravely.

"Class a pseudo-100-school controversy formation, and the academy students come with me."

The old man in Confucian shirt strided out of the square.

Behind me is dead silent, as quiet as a tomb.

The so-called "Hundred Schools of Contest" formation comes at the cost of countless lives!

"Zhuangzi·Fisher" says that the metal and stone that are sincere can be opened.

What is sincere?

Exchange your life.

The Master turned around and stared at them expressionlessly:

"There is no way out for the Central Plains."

Xu Ting's muscles on his face were tense and he shouted angrily:

"As long as you follow the order!"

"Open the formation!"

"You are famous for your death in history."

After saying that, he followed the Master with a cold face, but his fists were clenched tightly in his sleeves.

The hundreds of practitioners led by the academy students stood there blankly, and the sudden military order was like a dagger, penetrated their hearts hard.

We are going to die this time for victory. Who will say that scholars have no courage?"

"In addition to strategizing and devoted themselves to the temple, scholars can also fight on the battlefield and sacrifice heroically."

"If there is still a choice, the Master will not go this way."

A thin scholar in blue shirt smiled freely and waved his hand to leave first.

Thirty scholars arranged before the war followed silently, and hundreds of martial arts scholars fell behind, and the team was like a winding dragon.

War is so cruel that they know they must sacrifice, and it may even be of no help.

At this moment, no matter who it is, he feels a little desperate inside.

However, the Central Plains has never shortage of people who are desperate and resolutely die.

Although there are a few who want to be deserters, facing a pair of sad eyes, they will be cowards for life, so they would rather be heroes for a moment.

Even if no one remembers me, it was still as bright as a meteor at that moment.

Two miles close to Yumen Pass, gray fog covered the crescent moon, and the gloomy and suffocating mist air fell into hell.

You could vaguely hear the hysterical shouts of the barbarians and the rumbling drums in your ears, and several purple crows rose at the end of the gray fog.

"Arrange the array!" Master shouted fiercely.

In the endless silence, hundreds of martial arts scholars perform their own duties and drive internal forces in their own directions.

boom!

The sky and the earth are bright, and the pillar of light falls sharply, like a waterfall that hangs from the nine heavens and pours into the world!

The gray fog around it rotates in a whirlpool and flows again towards the Western Regions. The gray fog gradually gathers into a small stream.

"efficient."

Countless people had solemn expressions, and the ferocious and distorted faces in the formation were clearly suffering.

"Please die."

The Master was drinking blood with his heart and still looked calm.

The moment the sound came out, the academy students at the eye of the Hundred Schools of Contestation Formation each sacrificed their souls. The pillar of light became brighter and brighter, and the gray fog in the military camp quickly rushed towards the Western Regions.

The eldest princess of Chu had tears in her eyes. She watched the Chu scholars fall into the formation, and those young men in their prime died in the battlefield of the Western Regions.

"The Mo family keeps up!"

Dongwu Qingong roared angrily.

"Taoism follows." Ruan Xian looked at a group of Taoist priests in the southeast corner, and they were bleeding from their seven orifices.

The gray fog within a radius of hundreds of miles became dimmer, but the corpses in the formation became more eye-catching.

"They will surely bloom immortal light in history." A general looked sad, and his arms holding the gun were trembling.

"No, they just want to win." Xu Ting's voice and expression were stern.

Suddenly.

A hundred miles away, purple lights dispel the night.

In sight, ten masked old monsters entrenched in the air, and strange auras surged out of their bodies, condensed into a long snake, hitting towards the gray fog.

Enter!

Enter again!

In just a short moment, the erqi stream flowed backwards and spread again towards the Central Plains military camp.

The ten abyss saints not only did not stop, but instead blessed the holy power crazily, vowing to let the disaster energy erode the 600,000 elites in the Central Plains.

The one who decides the outcome of a war is never the saint, but ordinary soldiers.

"Farmer's family, die!"

A rough and dark enlightened man's heart was like a knife, and his voice fluctuated continuously in the formation.

As young farmers sacrifice their lives, the light columns of large formations shine one after another, and they compete with the purple long snake, which is better than that.

"Gu Chang'an."

The old purple-haired monster roared angrily, and a man with white hair and red robe walked out from behind. He looked around the people of the Central Plains quietly, looking at the shocking and horrifying faces.

Including the rumored empress, who is extremely miserable in the United States, is also pale at this moment, as if she has seen the most terrifying wonder in the world.

"Why do you have to die?"

"Is it hard or not? No one is worthy of your sacrifice, stop."

The white-haired man whispered softly, then smiled lonelyly:

"No matter how much despair has been experienced, I can't meet hope. I will die in the end. Why don't I ask myself?"

"Who does this life live for?"
To be continued...