The sky was dark and it seemed that heavy rain would fall soon. Many people could feel the feeling of depression when they looked at the sky above their heads. The black clouds were like huge stones, blocking their hearts.

I can't remember how many times it was. The three tribes were biting like mad dogs, causing them to be bruised and bruised.

The war was hard and even numb.

The city of the city that had not been broken for tens of thousands of years was finally destroyed. Huge holes appeared, and countless monks appeared.

Even if they are all killed, they will eventually die.

Fortunately, this is a national war, a national destiny battle of the Shenlin Kingdom. Therefore, even if the three tribes have increased their troops several times, they are still deeply held out of the city gate. As for the people of the three tribes who rushed to the city gate, they were all killed. Without exception, batches of people were hung on the city gate, and the fire was flashing at night, making them terrifying!

Mu Ming spit out a mouthful of blood foam, which included some internal organ fragments and dense tiny insects, which were shocking, and his eyes were exhausted, but there was a coldness in his eyes, as if he ignored life and death.

There was a sword mark on Mu Ming’s half arm, which penetrated deep into his bone marrow and had not recovered for a long time.

The breath of a monk in the realm of God remains in it, and this is still an unconscious attack spreading. Mu Ming saw a monk in the same realm being cut into pieces of mud. The scene was rough and simple, which was unacceptable.

A blood-colored gourd beside him sucked the sword light, and the remaining souls condensed, and eventually they all fell into the gourd.

The wooden name opened its mouth and sucked it, and the blood-colored mist flashed from the surface of the gourd, and was swallowed by the wooden name.

As the name of the wood is the center, it forms a small vortex that absorbs free energy and all the essence and energy flows in to make up for the previous consumption.

After an hour, Mu Ming poured out turbid air, and a mouthful of black blood was also spit out, and his complexion suddenly became much better.

The name of the wood has scattered its cultivation, and a wisp of elixir fire condensed in the palm of the hand, but it completely lost its former color and turned into a charming blood red, like a wisp of spiritual blood.

This elixir fire absorbed the vitality of too many creatures and became less pure. Countless blood-colored silk threads were wrapped in the soul of Wood Name, which had bound Wood Name's soul, like a cocoon.

I don’t know what the Mu Ming will look like in the future, but now I have to do so.

Not only him, many people here have become different from before. Some people have headless corpses around them. They use special secret techniques to absorb the power of those corpses, while their own injuries are constantly recovering. As for the corpses, they gradually wither and wither, as if they have been left for a long time, and some have even become a pair of powder.

Evil cultivator!

However, no one cared about it at this time. Some evil cultivators joined the war, and their secret techniques were spread. Even some children of the big clan were allowed to use this strange power. Even if this power brought too many disadvantages, many people had become obsessed with it, because the existence of the will of the residual soul in the flesh and blood will make some weak-willed people become neither human nor ghost.

Not far away, a man gasped, holding his head with pain, his face rolled down his sweat, but his eyes were confused, and the black fog waves outside seemed to be trapped in a illusion, and there were dozens of skin and bones beside him. His breath became high and low. After so long, his breath calmed down, but his whole body was also collapsed, motionless, as if he was dead.

This is the situation in the imperial capital. There is no joy after defending the city gate, nor the lament after the three tribes breaking it. Most people are silent and look almost the same, terriblely calm, like hungry wolves who have experienced fighting, silently recovering their strength at this time.

The same is true for the three tribes. Some injured war pets were directly killed, cruelly swallowed by other ferocious beasts, and kept tearing them up. This place seemed even more cruel, and the weak seemed to be eliminated.

Some prisoners were sacrificed, with mysterious forces falling to help them recover from their injuries, and soon they would be called again and attacked again.

A long way behind them were built with void passages, and countless figures came by, which were reinforcements, and rushed over from other places. Every time someone came, it meant that the land of other countries had fallen in an inch.

"It is worthy of being the Kingdom of God. Even the three countries behind Daotian Pavilion have already struggled to support it. Only here has let us suffer a lot, and even the Emperor Pass is still standing there, so that we can stop here!" Someone sighed lightly, with shock and unwillingness, and at the same time helplessness.

Someone said again: "It's almost done, wait a little longer, and you'll have a chance..."

But no one knows how long it will take, maybe just a few days, maybe months, but... how much will the price be paid?

As time passed day by day, the mundane and monks in the imperial capital felt that the sky had changed, the clouds were getting more and more, and the smell of blood suddenly appeared in the air. How far was this far to be so?

There are fewer and fewer monks sent to the Emperor Pass, because there are almost not many monks to send.

Some people calculated that nearly tens of millions of monks left these days, and in addition, there were also monks hiding and escaping from the world, because the war made too many people feel uneasy, like an earthquake that shocked all the snakes, insects, rats and ants hidden underground.

This is true. Whether in the court or the mountains, they are paying attention to the war ahead.

"I hate you, why am I not a monk!"

"Yes, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. Even if we are the ordinary people, we are powerless. That endless distance is something that we can't achieve in our entire life. What can we do?"

...

People in the ordinary also know about war. They did not hide it from the court, but posted daily notices. At this time, the ordinary people and the monks are one, and they prosper and all the loss are both rich and all the loss are not necessary to cover up. Shenlin is inherited from the Warring States Period. Whether it is ordinary people or monks, they are not afraid of war. Of course, they also long for peace.

The air above the imperial capital is getting stronger and stronger, and a huge sword body is brewing, as if it can be used to attack at any time.

Among the six ministries in the court, the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of War were the busiest at this time. The daily mobilization of troops and food and supplies was the focus of the court's attention. The Ministry of Personnel was responsible for calming the people and clearing up chaos, so that the streets and alleys in the imperial capital were the same as usual, and did not become chaotic or volatile because of the arrival of the war.

The eight royal families and the emperors of the Xuanyuan clan gathered together and began to gather a large formation. Countless tribes followed them and emitted a terrifying aura. You could vaguely see a majestic figure sitting cross-legged on the formation map, exploring one hand into the sea of ​​luck clouds, as if to draw out the giant sword. Moreover, arms gradually emerged from both sides of his body. With an additional arm, one of the emperors of the eight clans disappeared.

Finally, an eight-armed god man appeared, holding a weapon in his hands, representing the power of the eight tribes. As for the head, he carried an imperial crown and had three eyes. He looked at the imperial gate in the distance, as if everything was in sight.

Finally, one day, when the autumn wind blew, a loud noise came from the Diguan, and then a whine spread to the hearts of all the monks in the Shenlin Kingdom.
Chapter completed!