The night is as dark as ink, and there is no light to see.

In the northwest of the Bianhuang Spirit Realm and along the east side of the Great Rift Valley of the Western Wilderness, there are barren ridges full of poisonous and malaria swamps. Even grass will not fall into roots, and there will be no insects or beasts. It has been a forbidden area for humans from ancient times to the present.

However, under the ink-like night, there were green eyes flashing. Some were as small as mung beans, some were as big as lanterns, and the size of a millstone. They kept blinking each other, making people feel numb when they saw it.

If you pull the camera closer and look at it, you can see clearly that these are actually all kinds of monster rats. They seem to be carrying equipment and building various fortifications, and they regard this place as the base camp.

"It seems that these demon rats use this as a stronghold and are planning to attack the borderland spiritual realm in large numbers."

In the distant mountains, the dull voice of the ghost mirage and demon toad was heard, and his tone was obviously worried.

"Okay, the more you come, the better, just to make me suffer."

The snake-tail Taotie seems to be indifferent. Its bloodline contains the nature of a snake, and of course it has a special liking for mice. A large number of demon rats are moving in front of you, just like fat meat delivered to your mouth. How can there be no reason to not eat it?

"Don't be careless. The demon rat is only at the bottom of the wilderness spiritual realm. The only one who explores the way through this trip is only the outpost troops. The demon tribes of the wilderness should be behind."

The Golden Clawed Sable Bear's voice was as calm as a mountain. As the sect's earth-level venerable, he was equivalent to the level of an elder in his position. He was entrusted with important tasks and was fully responsible for this trip, so he had to consider more comprehensively.

"Old bear, why not explore the reality and reality."

At this time, the snake tail Taotie was aroused by desire, and was ready to try.

"No!"

The golden clawed mink bear flatly refused and said in a deep voice: "It's not worth the effort to alert the snake!"

When he said this, his voice paused slightly and he pondered: "What's more, don't you feel that it's not just a low-level rat demon, but also other masters in the transformation stage."

After saying this, the snake-tail Taotie suddenly felt something. Two strange auras came from afar, and they were there indifferently, and the terrifying pressure that was revealed seemed to be no less than them.

It seems that the other party also has masters in charge and must not act rashly.

You know, although I can kill myself happily, it is unlikely that the seventh-level strange insects and spirit beasts that follow me will escape unscathed. These are the future wealth of the sect.

"No, they may realize that we must be prepared for the battle. Of course, it is best not to start a war. If there is really no way, then we can only fight to the death."

The Golden Clawed Miao Xiong's tone was obviously hesitant. If it were usual, he would probably start a big killing, but a new appointment came from the sect. Gu Aoxue was the commander-in-chief of the Northwest Defense Line. Before she arrived at the Great Rift Valley of the Western Wilderness, it would be best not to act rashly, so as not to destroy the overall deployment of the sect.

"yes!"

The blood of the snake tail Taotie was ignited and said angrily: "Even if you can't fight, you can't lose your momentum. Let these mice know that we are not easy to mess with."

After pondering for a while, the Golden Clawed Bear also felt that what he said was very reasonable. The wild demon clan followed the jungle law of the strong. If they discovered it, they must not pretend to be nothing. In the eyes of wild beasts, this is a sign of showing weakness, and they will be frantically biting.

"Ghost Mirage Demon Toad, since the wild demon clan is increasing its troops, we cannot be idle either."

The ghost mirage and demon toad immediately responded in a deep voice, of course, understanding the meaning of the golden clawed mink bear. Bluffing was his ability. He immediately opened his mouth to suck the rolling black fog. Countless heavenly soldiers and generals came to the fog and landed on the ground and set up camp. The flags rolled like clouds, and the cold light shone like snow. That was an indescribable momentum.

Who is Ren Ping? If you can't make a fuss about the truth, you will definitely think that the army is approaching, and thousands of troops will arrive at the Rift Valley of the Western Wilderness.

Sure enough, the demon rats suddenly saw this scene and really thought that an army was coming. They were so scared that they were like ants on the hot pan, screaming and retreating backwards.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

In the dark night, a cry of a baby came out. The sound didn't sound loud, but the penetration was extremely strong. When it fell into the ears of those monsters, they all fell to the ground in fear, as if they were hit by natural enemies suppressed by blood, and even their legs were no longer their own.

"Dark Night Owl, I said...!"

A hoarse voice rang out immediately, and he said with a laugh: "Are you going to do it?"

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, a figure in a Confucian robe stood quietly, with his hands folded in his wide sleeves, his head shaking constantly as he spoke, as if there was a spring on his neck.

If someone saw it, he would definitely be shocked, because his head was actually a dog's head, but he was wearing a tall hat, but it was indescribable.

"Wu Dog, you and I come here to take charge, and they are invited by the Duke of Rat."

Next to the dog-headed figure, a sharp voice rang out immediately, and hesitated: "Can you really work hard for the Rat Country when the enemy is unknown?"

He spoke with an unusually pale human face, but there was a steel peck like an eagle hook on his face. He was wearing a wide black cloak, and his wings were faintly poking out of his back, flashing with a cold light.

Dark Night Owl, this elder, obviously the Tianbeast Mountain, did not know what benefits he had received from the Duke of the Rat, but actually arrived here early to protect the demons of the Rat Country to the eastward spiritual realm.

"There are some things in the military strategy. If the real one is empty, it is empty, and if the virtual one is real!"

Wu Gou shook his head and said with a firm tone: "Excessive decoration is often a concealment, and the other party's bluff is obvious. As long as we rush over, we can definitely win a big victory."

"Wu Dog, in the twelve kingdoms of the Great Beast, you have always boasted of yourself as a military advisor."

The Dark Night Xiao Zun teased and said with a wry smile: "But, your plan is not famous. If you suggest you take action, the best choice is to keep your troops alone."

"What a pity! What a pity!"

Wu Gou shook her head repeatedly, her head almost shook, as if she was quite regretful.

"Even if I plan my own strategy, Xiao Zun will not follow the rules and regulations, and he will have to miss the opportunity to fight."

The Dark Night Owl laughed awkwardly. Although Wu Gou was a military advisor from the dog head, he had to smooth things over and said: "Wu Gou, after all, is a subordinate of the Duke of Rat, and we are not willing to mobilize ourselves. Although everyone is happy to win the battle, if you lose the battle, you will be unable to explain it."

When he said this, his voice paused slightly and said in a deep voice: "When the Duke of Rat comes here, we will ask him to decide. At that time, no matter the winner or the loser, no matter what the two of us are."

"It's a pity that I missed the opportunity, and the opportunity will never come again!"

However, Wu Gou just shook her head, and seemed to express her dissatisfaction while feeling regretful.

He had long been familiar with human military tactics, and the thirty-six strategies were even more familiar. This was obviously the 29th strategy to bloom on the tree. With extremely small military forces, it created the illusion of a large number of people.

It’s a pity that the Dark Night Owl is not familiar with military books and strategies, and he cannot understand such a simple strategy.

In this way, I had to use the fourth strategy of the thirty-six strategies to rest assured to the effort, and to maintain my energy without changing, and to think that everything will change without seeking merits but seeking no mistakes!

On the battlefield of the Great Rift Valley of the Western Wilderness, Wuji Gate and the Wild Demon Clan were handed over in close combat. Both sides were bent in horses and bent in their bows. No one dared to act rashly, and they kept throwing troops in, opening the prelude to the war.

At this time, in the direction of Tiandu Mountain in the Beimo, the vanguard troops of the Great Chu State entered the border wasteland.

The general of the storm, the seventh-ranked general of the Shence Mansion, can become a general of the Great Chu State and become a pioneer general. The only thing he can rely on is one word.

quick!

In the Great Chu State, no one is faster than him in terms of speed.

People often end before they even start, and this is his unique speed.

It is obvious that Jifengtian will be a cultivator of Feng Ling's roots. He has cultivated his speed to the extreme. Even if he can't beat others, no one will chase him when he runs away.

If you can beat you, don’t want to escape, don’t want to beat you, don’t want to keep me.

The Flying Heaven is not only fast, but also good at managing the army. He has 50,000 Flying Army under his command, and all has the ability to travel 3,000 miles a day, which is comparable to the speed of a foundation-building real person flying in the air.

In fact, there is nothing mysterious, that is, it is to squander the talismans in large quantities.

Therefore, it took more than three days to march, but in less than one day, the Qifengtian will arrive at the south of Tiandu Mountain and immediately catch you off guard.

The Great Zheng State is south of Tiandu Mountain. Although there are 400,000 Shenwu troops deployed defenses, they are all mobilized urgently. Some of them have not even completed the camping, let alone completed the defense.

The only one who truly set up the defense here was the deputy general of Zhenbei, Wan Jian Zhenjun. The 80,000 Beimo Border Defense Forces led by him arranged hundreds of thousands of miles of cloud crossbows along the defense pass built by the Tiandu Gate. This was also the first line of defense in the north of Tiandu Mountain.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

On this dark and windy night, when the windy army of Da Chu came forward, the defenders on the pass suddenly realized that a rapid gong sounded, and the dead pass immediately became alarmed.

The Great Zheng Kingdom was not without preparation. Fifty miles north of the pass, there were hidden stakes every hundred feet away, and messages were delivered every quarter of an hour. When an enemy attack was attacked, the beacon was lit immediately. However, the windy sky would come too quickly, silently like the wind. The hidden stakes on the road were cleaned up, and there was not even time to deliver messages.

"Quick! Arrange defense! Get ready to penetrate the cloud crossbow!"

The battle was about to happen, and the true king of Wan Jian was waiting for the opportunity to break out of the tent, wearing all his body, commanded the soldiers to set up defenses on the city wall, and began to control the Qianli Passage on the Pass.

"Swoosh!"

Huge crossbow arrows shot out, like lightning bolts piercing through the night. The speed was extremely fast. Suddenly, people were rushing downstairs and horses were heard, screaming endlessly, without stopping for a long time.

Tiandu Gate has a long and narrow passage, and thousands of miles of cloud crossbows are placed on the pass. It is really a god to block the killing god. If a hundred arrows are fired at once, the pass will definitely be razed to the ground. Even if the enemy has thousands of troops, they will only become a living target.

For the True Lord of Wanjian, what you need most now is time. As long as you have enough time to set up defense, you can control hundreds of thousands of miles of cloud crossbows to make the pass guards as solid as a god. When the three-eyed demon generals support the support, you can definitely stay here.

Unfortunately, some people don’t give him time at all. In the face of absolute speed, time is fleeting.

A gentle breeze passed by, and the neck of Wan Jian Zhenjun cooled down. He was extremely frightened to find that his head was moving around his neck, flying high into the sky, and actually drifted with the wind.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the flag that was inserted on the Guanlou was easily broken by the strange wind and then fell to the ground with the wind.

"It's over!"

The head of the True Lord Wan Jian fell to the ground and rolled on the "Wan Jian" flag. The blood immediately dyed the flag red. His eyes stared at the words on it, as if he could not rest until he died.

Who is it? Killing yourself?
Chapter completed!