(Thanks to Jiyi for reading the 5 recommendation tickets for my favorite books, and thank you for your unyielding resignation. I am back.)

The earth is vast and it should be the season when grass grows and birds fly. However, now, wherever you look, there are smoke everywhere, and no grass grows.

The blood on the earth had not dried up yet, and the evil aura was radiated. A mouse stepped on the blood and his body turned into dust.

Some blood was moving slowly, condensing in a certain direction. A fist-sized ball of blood shone in the grass, giving birth to a figure, and the figure kept pinching, as if it was about to break through.

But suddenly, a sword light slashed, and the blood exploded. The figure let out a shrill roar, turning into a blood light to escape, but it turned into smoke and dust before it could fly far away.

Some fog was wandering, constantly absorbing the evil spirits from the earth, turning into phantoms and disappearing, which was extremely strange.

The city pass of the imperial capital is endless, like a black line lying in front of it, with many monks standing on it, five steps per whistle and ten steps per post, which is not an exaggeration. Many people sacrifice to the void, and with the support of mysterious power, they landed on the city pass.

Moreover, for several consecutive days, sections of city walls were sent in the distance, appearing in the void, and integrating into the city gates in the imperial capital.

Someone had a divine light in his eyes, which was quite solemn, because those sections of the city walls were the Wanli Stone City that guarded Dongsheng, but they were now cut off and sent. It seems that Dongsheng is also very cautious about this battle, otherwise he would not have taken the stone pass to strengthen his defense.

Someone from the three tribes took action, but the stone gate radiated a series of sword lights and fell into the three tribes, causing heavy casualties.

"It is worthy of being the one who protects Dongsheng for countless years. Just a wisp of breath discourages my three tribes. If it weren't for the opening of a hole in the Wuji Land, my three tribes would have attacked... I'm afraid it would be a bigger price!"

An elderly man muttered to himself, looking a little sad because his ancestors had been buried on this stone pass, but he could never break through the pass and invade.

Countless supplies were sent to the Imperial Capital City Pass, including crystal stones, herbs, animal bones, array maps, and batches of divine treasures, all of which were placed in storage bags and space divine treasures, as well as battle pets, and countless slaves. These were all teleported, but the number was so large that it was shocking.

Correspondingly, countless ordinary and low-level monks were sent away, and within tens of thousands of miles of the imperial capital, there was nothing ordinary.

Many ordinary people who moved showed a look of horror, but they only felt relieved when they saw countless troops passing by.

The capital of God was overcrowded, but there was no chaos. After countless monks patrolled and brought some people to justice, everything in the capital of God was in order, and on the streets were countless vendors, which seemed to be more prosperous than before.

It seemed that the war was about to come, and countless people began to pray, praying that God would win when he came to the kingdom, and countless spiritual powers merged into the sea of ​​luck in the depths of nothingness. The golden dragon of luck tumbling, and the golden sea of ​​luck clouds burned like fire cooking oil.

"War... either strong or decline..."

Some people sighed that their eyes penetrated the void and found that the sea of ​​luck had increased several times, and it was still increasing. This is because people's hearts were unprecedentedly condensed.

At this moment, Mu Ming looked at a figure among the crowd, his eyes dazed.

Mr. Zhang, that is, the person who became his father during the period after he transformed into a god, also appeared here at this time.

Mr. Zhang followed a group of people, all of whom were monks, who protected him at this time, and he gave advice from time to time. Suddenly, someone distributed the supplies according to his wishes.

But at this moment he suddenly looked at somewhere in the crowd, but after looking for a while, he shook his head, looking a little disappointed.

"What's wrong?" He clasped his fists and swept over his spiritual sense, but found that there was nothing wrong with it.

Mr. Zhang shook his head, "It's nothing, maybe it's an illusion..."

Mu Ming changed his face, turned around, a tear fell in his eyes, and then he raised his foot and left here.

...

The three tribes' attacks again, and this time the preparations were even more abundant. One by one, the weapons were sacrificed, fixed in a void. Countless mysterious forces were blessed, and countless monks began to attack.

One side attacks, the other side defends to the death, and there are countless conspiracies, but there seems to be nothing, because they all need to be killed with one sword and one sword.

The sound of swords and swords is heavy or crisp, but every sound brings out the fall of blood and life.

Above the city wall, corpses slid down, unable to distinguish between enemies and us because of the fuzzy flesh and blood.

Wars are rising everywhere, wars are everywhere, and wailing sounds are endless, like purgatory on earth.

The sun rises and sunsets, and the full moon becomes a crescent moon. However, the city wall of the imperial capital has never been broken. Even though it is full of holes and cuts countless swords, the city pass shows countless vitality. Behind this tenacity is the fall of countless monks. One side guards the city pass with his life, and the other side uses flesh and blood to exaggerate the color of the city pass.

War is cruel and ruthless.

Countless corpses were sent back, but some of them were directly left untold, and even became food for those war pets.

Many people cannot take care of dead people because it is difficult for living people to take care of them.

The war is getting stronger and stronger, and outside the imperial capital is like a sea of ​​fire, burying the bright flowers of life.

Mu Ming did not leave the imperial capital, but instead healed the monks in the rear. Countless pills were sent out, and countless herbs were sent.

The lightning strikes the wood to suck the divine light and produces elixir fruits. The trees grow stronger and stronger, but more people are injured.

Mu Ming saw Mr. Zhang many times, and the two even met face to face recently. Mr. Zhang was busy greeting others. Mu Ming was busy saving people, but he just looked up inadvertently, but he just glanced lightly. One side did not pay attention, and the other side deliberately avoided it.

But at the moment of staggering, both of them saw something with their own light, and it seemed like they were just an illusion.

As time passes day by day, the blue sky also adds a layer of gray, which turns bloody red, bloody and dazzling as the sunset falls!

The three tribes began to increase their troops, and Baihe Kingdom completely fell. Countless ordinary monks in Baihe Kingdom began to flee and divided into nine groups to come to the other nine countries. For a moment, the nine countries felt heavy pressure.

This pressure also affected the hearts of the army fighting outside the imperial capital.

The imperial capital city gate was finally blasted open, and the three tribes condensed huge array maps and turned into a huge spear. The spear was nine thousand miles long, and the essence of the hundred thousand miles was condensed and absorbed. The spear head burst into a long rainbow, and countless monks blocked it, but they all turned into dust. With a roar, the imperial capital whined and a gap was opened!

The three tribes attacked the imperial capital. Countless monks in the imperial capital fought hard for several days, killing the invading enemies, not one of them left, and even one of the battle pets was left behind. The heads were cut off and hung on the city wall, and their souls were ignited with Taoist fire. At night, the fire on the city wall swayed, with a unique beauty, but... it made people frightened, as if it was ghost fire!

The blasting gap was also re-sacrificed and recast, and the Imperial Capital City Pass was intact again, and it was no longer damaged.

Soon, the gap was opened again, this time there were ten!
Chapter completed!