Hundreds of horses were killed at the same time. The blood spurted out, and the fierce neighing seemed as if the red sky was the root of this blood flower.

I can’t tell who made the move first. Maybe it was the hundreds of people who struck the horse’s neck hard at the same time. It exploded in an instant and only had time to let out a miserable neigh.

The whitest snow, the most brilliant red blood. I never thought that the first wave of blood on the battlefield would be from these horses.

Blood flowers fell on those black-clothed men one by one. Under the whistling wind, the smell of blood began to disperse quickly and suddenly filled the entire battlefield. Death can inspire infinite pity and mercy in people's hearts. It can also inspire people's hearts.

Infinite violence and cruelty

When the blood fell like a rain of blood, the group of men in black suddenly roared like wild beasts, as if they were activated ferocious beasts. Along with the blood, the infinite resentment rising up burst out with infinite violence.

At this time, it seemed that everything had achieved a satisfactory effect for Yang Sheng. He gently lowered his arm, as if he was doing the most casual thing in the world.

Then, the men in black robes behind him moved and made a "swishing" sound as their footsteps stepped on the thin snow and headed towards the group of people headed by Uncle Hui.

The pace started slowly and gradually accelerated. When the distance between the two parties was less than 100 meters, the people on both sides suddenly started running almost at the same time, and began to approach quickly like thunder.

Here, the sound of chanting sutras is like Sanskrit chanting. The glowing light of the angry-eyed Vajra, which seems to have enlightenment, gradually becomes clear, a golden light mixed with a faint blood color.

At that moment, I wanted to close my eyes and escape from this fateful collision. However, the movement of my feet was to jump onto the big stone and my eyes began to stare at the center of the battlefield. No one can escape here, and I am the one who should face it the most.

The same destiny, the heavy responsibility that falls on one's body

My eyes calmly watched as the men and horses from both sides approached quickly, just like a black sword and a white spear, they finally collided together with flying fragments, and then merged quickly.

No one shouted, no one roared. Uncle Hui, who was the first to bear the brunt, met Yang Sheng, the leader of the troops. One of the men in black raised their fists silently, and then they both landed on each other's abdomen.

His movements were fast and he did not dodge. The first collision should be like this. Then, the dull sound of "bang bang bang" sounded like the deepest dirge, finally kicking off the battlefield. It was the collision of fists and muscles,

The sound of fist bumping fist

Silent like a mime but intense like a volcano finally erupting

Along with the Wu family's sacrifice, the continuous chanting began to become extremely fierce, losing the peace of Buddhism, but it seemed to be singing a war song. The old leader took off his cloak and stood in front of the Heavenly Punishment Formation, shouting loudly

Shout: "The person who draws the formation, the blood sacrifice"

Blood sacrifice, another blood sacrifice. I saw those who were immersed in the formation. They calmly raised their heads and raised their hands one by one. They silently used special techniques to seal the secrets. Then, along with the most intense sound of muscle collision in front, they also let out a dull sound.

The sound of 'dong dong dong'

It was a sound of hitting the chest, accompanied by a muffled groan, and the brightest red blood flowed out of the corner of the mouth, which was then devoutly wiped in the hand and turned into strange symbols drawn on the forehead.

"Those who set up the formation, please ask Heaven to reveal the pattern of the formation and offer a blood sacrifice here." The person who spoke loudly was Uncle Wang. This was the first time I saw him being cynical and always making a bitter expression. With such a solemn expression,

The sacrifices are about to begin

Everyone's expressions were sluggish, and they drank a lot of blood from their hearts. However, no one's face showed any emotion. It was as calm as a deep pool of water without wind blowing. It should have been

It is natural for such a quiet blood sacrifice to be carried out without any wind blowing.

Chengzhen dropped the formation pen in his hand and glanced at his extremely solemn master. He stretched out his hand and slowly wiped away the tears falling from his eyes. She also walked towards me, and I stretched out my arm silently.

I held her in my arms, and she cried softly in my arms: "Brother, I will persevere, I will."

I nodded silently. I understood what she wanted to insist on? It was the road that accompanied me in the end. The snowflakes were like dots in the background, but what reflected in my eyes was the cruelest battlefield.

Dull, silent, falling down and standing up again, standing up and falling down again, each fist flying, each foot shadow intertwined, the purest wrestling breakthrough and obstruction

There is no need to scream, what is saved is every bit of strength that bulges in the muscles, the knotted blue veins in the widened eyes, and the most silent cry

The first person spurted out blood. When his chest received a heavy punch, his fist silently penetrated the abdomen of the enemy in front of him. No blood flowed out, and the discolored flesh and blood cracked open. Yang Sheng transformed it under the liquid.

result.

Is this transformation worth it, with the broken mask no longer resembling a human face and the canine teeth silently exposed? Why exactly?

A certain person who was sitting cross-legged began to silently pinch his hands and perform incantations very quickly. Then his face quickly turned pale and a crack appeared silently in the clay figure in front of him.

What they get in exchange are warriors who spurt blood, and once again bravely move forward with endless support. As long as there are still lives of Yizi Pulse, these warriors will get endless support.

At a time like this, no matter how stupid you are, you will know that every Yizi Pulse person is responsible for several warriors. The clay sculptures in front of you prove that when they are broken, it is when the Yizi Pulse puts his own life on top.

The huge copper lamps around the Heavenly Punishment Formation began to be lit, and the flames lit up with a 'bang' sound, and then made a burning and crackling sound in the wind.

Waves of silent momentum began to flow, accompanied by a kind of compassionate and compassionate blessing that could be felt with closed eyes. It was the blessing of heaven that was borrowed through the use of secret methods. People with the right path are qualified to borrow such blessings.

Although I clearly saw that those people who had fortune-telling in the second line of fortune seemed to be a bit older, but they were so defiant, and that was just the way they were. What's more, they were a group of warriors who defended the Tao.

Brother Chengqing stood in the crowd, looking a little lonely, looking at the burning copper lamp with infinite sorrow in his eyes. This time, he turned around and walked towards me. There was fatigue and vicissitudes of life on his face.

I looked at him, he looked at me and then he said to me: "Chengyi, I don't have a master to say goodbye to, but I'm very happy that he is peacefully resting in the resting place he wanted. But this doesn't mean that he doesn't have what he wants to do.

I brought some of his strength to the matter. He stubbornly asked me to do this before he died, and I have been keeping this secret."

As he spoke, Brother Chengqing opened his clenched fist and found a piece of precious soul-nurturing wood in his hand. I seemed to understand something, and my heart suddenly hurt so much that I couldn't breathe.

"Master Li" Chengqing suddenly fell softly on the big stone and tears kept falling. He wanted to shout, but it turned into a muttered "Master Li".

My eyes kept turning red and sour, and I could hardly blink. I seemed to see an old man who was passing away. He passed down the secret method unique to Lao Li's lineage, just like the secret method of the master, stripping away his soul.

He may not be able to do that step, but he can still peel off some of it. He forced his disciples to do this just because long-term calculations of heaven, earth, and fortune-telling made him predict that one day he would participate in the war.

This desire is so strong that I am willing to let my remnant soul go into reincarnation and participate in it once again to lead the grown-up masters, apprentices, and nephews side by side with my brothers and sisters.

"Uncle Li, Uncle Li" I was in a daze, and once again I couldn't figure out whether I was a Taoist boy or Chen Chengyi. I was in so much pain that I didn't even dare to speak, because swallowing would make my throat hurt!!

On the contrary, Brother Chengqing was very quiet and just stood next to Brother Chengxin. Like him, he leaned on the big stone and stood around me like a guardian.

The sound of horse hooves kept coming over there, and Yang Sheng's people kept coming. This time it was some cultivators who were so busy building something similar to an altar.
Chapter completed!