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Xiao Feng was like murderous aura, spreading over.`````

The whistling wind, like a blade transformed into a shape, brushed past the dead trees that were flooded by the fire of war, "cut down" the few withered green leaves remaining on the treetops, rising and falling in the air with the wind, and fell into a military tent full of dead leaves.

In the tent, Chen Zhengyang looked at the distribution map of the war hanging on the wall, carrying his hands, and fingertips of his fingers touching a jade slip that was shining with golden light.

The battle distribution map is divided into two areas: gods and demons, with golden highlights appearing in the middle, belonging to the gods and surrounding them, densely packed with black ink dots that are difficult to count, belonging to the demons.

Chen Zhengyang frowned, such a war was obvious.

The demon soldiers have tens of millions of troops, and have already gathered, forming a siege of the Zhishen Realm. Once they are in a hurry, the gods will be in danger.

While he pondered, he let his divine thoughts penetrate the jade slip between his fingers. It stored the battle reports from various places, including victory and loss, but victory is also a battle to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of them.

If you lose, you will be heartbreaking.

Take Ji Tianhua and Zhan Hu Banna as an example. They are the tiger generals, and they are commanding hundreds of thousands of troops, but they die on the battlefield. Such a defeat is undoubtedly a layer of haze for the entire gods army and their morale is low.

Including Chen Zhengyang, it is not difficult to see from his solemn eyes that he is also shrouded in it.

A light of light was like a silver snake shooting into the jade slip along his strong arms. The golden light was shattered and then disappeared. The battle situation in it was completely cleared by him.

"Son, my father is thinking all the time. Our family of three can enjoy the joy of family life, or just like ordinary families gather together, you toast. I drink, your mother cooks..."

Chen Zhengyang's lips and teeth did not move, his voice echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he was sucked for a while. His spiritual thoughts rolled up waves of rippling sound waves and slowly merged into the jade slip.

He sighed and continued, "Haha. It's been thirty years, but such a simple idea has become an endless luxury. Dad, I'm ashamed of you, mother and son. I've heard that you have come to the realm of God and Floating. And your achievements are great. Boy, you have given your father a face, I'm proud..."

A layer of water mist covered Chen Zhengyang's eyes. A teardrop fell from the corner of his eyes. The corner of his lips shook slightly: "If you have the chance, go to your parents' grave to worship. Remember to bring some wine and food here, which can be regarded as fulfilling my father's luxury hope for thirty years..."

The voice trembled, and his eyes closed slightly: "Dad, take care of me!"

"Brother Yang."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, and Chen Zhengyang moved between his fingers. Yu Jian flipped and sank into his sleeves. He turned around and said, "Xiaodie. Are you ready?"

Mrs. Butterfly covered her body with a blue gauze, and the worries in her beautiful eyes were instantly replaced by her original charm.

What Chen Zhengyang was doing just now, and he couldn't escape the meticulous and thoughtful one. He just understood better that he needed more support, and perhaps he could do something insignificant.

She was very excited, and her jade palm held up the tea on the table next to her and handed it over: "Brother Yang, you are the commander of the great army of the gods and have a half-step divine level cultivation. It is the support of the gods and we will definitely be able to get back to the battle. What's more, I see that your aura has already vaguely shown the meaning of the gods and the heavenly way of heaven has appeared. Soon, you will be like a saint, and you will go into seclusion and fight for the gods."

Chen Zhengyang smiled faintly: "Xiaodie is really a wise person, but I entered a demigod, and by chance, I wanted to step into the divine level, I am afraid the time has not yet come."

"Opportunity, did Brother Yang talk about the Ten Thousand Thunder Realm that time in the Nebula Realm?"

"Yes, half a year ago, the Nebula Realm and his team also got this fortune and made friends with Neson. Unexpectedly, they also took this opportunity to break through the shackles and become a demigod."

Chen Zhengyang sighed secretly.

The so-called Nebula Realm is a place where thunder is chaotic for many years. Chen Zhengyang's cultivation attribute is originally thunder attribute. In the sea of ​​thunder, he is undoubtedly like a fish in water.

He was ordered to intercept information, but he met Nissen, the commander of the Demon Clan's garrison, who had a high-level holy level and peak cultivation level.

Although this demon is in the demon clan, he is an old subordinate of the light gods of other star-domain gods. After being captured by the demon clan, he was controlled by Luohu and injected with a demon seal that could be killed at any time, so he was unable to escape and stayed in the demon clan.

During this period, Nissen secretly helped the gods and conveyed information.

It was precisely because Chen Zhengyang provided a magical tool to absorb heavenly thunder that he was lucky enough to practice in the Nebula Realm and entered the half-step divine level.

"What happened later?" asked Mrs. Butterfly.

"Later, when I just returned to the Saint Maiden Palace to serve, bad news came..." Chen Zhengyang looked at a star body covered with nebula on the star field map meaningfully.

It turned out that the artifact used by Nisen was the core of the magic array in the Nebula Realm of the Demon Clan. During the period when Chen Zhengyang ascended the gods, he attracted the gathering of heavenly thunder, and the laws of heavenly way changed, which attracted Luohu's attention.

It is precisely because of this reason that Luohu found out that Nisen was in the demon camp but was constantly intimate with the gods, so he absorbed his essence and refined Nisen until his soul was scattered.

This incident made Chen Zhengyang feel very guilty.

"It was Nison's death that you had restrained your breath for a long time and did not announce your demigod cultivation to the public, right?" asked Mrs. Butterfly.

Chen Zhengyang's tea cover brushed over the floating tea leaves, and the fragrance rushed towards him. He pondered for a moment and said, "In fact, it's not all because of this. It's more because he is in a large army and still needs to act low-key. What's more, I don't want to exchange this for any status. As long as Jing'er is safe, everything doesn't matter."

Mrs. Butterfly's heart trembled slightly. Years of companionship have become a habit that she cannot get rid of. She knows that everything is impossible, but whenever she hears Chen Zhengyang mention Xuanyuan Jing, she can't help but feel a little touch in her heart.

The more this feeling, the more unspeakable she felt, she protected the love that had already emerged in her heart without regrets, and silently followed Chen Zhengyang.

A corner of her thin lips curled up a slightly intoxicating smile. She took the teacup in Chen Zhengyang's hand and put it back on the table: "Brother Yang, the army has been assembled, and we are waiting for you to speak out."

After the conversation, Chen Zhengyang's solemn expression improved a lot. As the commander of the first army, no matter how much oppressed he was, he could only hide in his heart. He refreshed his spirits.

Mrs. Butterfly took off her armor and helped him dress neatly.

With the golden armor on his body, Chen Zhengyang's tall body exuded the aura of a king. After taking a long sword, he looked at it carefully and shouted: "Long Teng, Long Yue."

He greeted him and two people came in outside the tent: "Here!"

Both of them were wearing silver armor, with sword eyebrows like blades, and sharp eyes. They were steady and medium-sized, with a three-foot long sword hanging on their waists. When they walked over a few steps, the armor and scabbards collided, making a powerful collision sound.

The person on the left is named Long Teng, and the person on the right is named Long Yue. The two are twin brothers, with intermediate holy cultivation. They were arranged by Xuanyuan Jing for personal guards dispatched by Chen Zhengyang.

Chen Zhengyang's long sword was sheathed, and he waved his palm quietly, releasing a breath, and the four of them turned into streams of light and flew out of the tent.

The next moment, Chen Zhengyang was already on the front line with a bloody smell.

The cold wind continued to stop, brushing the dead trees burned by the fire of war, making waves of chilling whistles. The earth was covered with a layer of black gray, and the aftertaste left by the burning of charcoal wood can still be smelled in the air.

In front of me is a city, a city that has been abandoned for a long time. The ruins can be seen everywhere. A few broken characters are left on the city gate wall, "Chigu City". The city-modification array has long been damaged, which is undoubtedly the biggest threat to a city-modifying army.

This also means that when the war is intensifying, it depends entirely on hand-to-hand combat.

Inside and outside the city, injured soldiers can be seen everywhere, dragging heavy steps and supporting each other forward. Or they may crawl on the ground, leaning on their backs, and not having time to lift off the battlefield's body, and a layer of black dust is covered with their bodies.

Chen Zhengyang frowned, and his purpose was to see the vast earth and the rolling smoke that went straight into the clouds. He stepped on the messy earth, and the corrugated and scattered, but after each step, he left a clear footprint.

According to the battle report, this fierce battle lasted for more than half a month, and the two armies of gods and demons suffered more than one million casualties.

"See the commander." A man with a dirt-like general's face came to him powerlessly. Most of the dozen listless entourages behind him were wounded.

Chen Zhengyang nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, General Li Zhi, please do not have any gifts."

This person was originally a general of the city gate, but now the city gate has collapsed into ruins. More than a dozen people are cleaning up. A passage of meter wide has been cleared. It is precisely the existence of this passage that makes people able to distinguish it. This is a city gate.

"Ah~, kill me and let me die." A roar came from the city gate.

Chen Zhengyang's eyes stagnated, as if he had guessed something, and walked forward.

Among the ruins, three soldiers wearing white and black armor were trying hard to press on a person who was struggling. The pain had twisted his tormented face. He was panting heavily in his tense teeth, obviously enduring the heart-wrenching pain.

Mrs. Butterfly's figure shook slightly and stopped: "Brother Yang, he..."

Chen Zhengyang was also shocked. The soldiers who were pressed had bloody legs, and their calves had long disappeared, leaving only the clearly visible bright red granulation buds and the thick white bones that appeared and disappeared in the blood.

"Xiaodie, give him the bleeding pill."

"Grand Commander, he has already accepted it."

Li Zhichou continued with a look of dissatisfaction: "The meridians of his legs were broken, and the hemostatic pill was no longer effective."

Chen Zhengyang's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and he turned around and looked at the struggling soldier, and his eyes were replaced by a layer of solemnity. With a wave of his hand, a breath condensed in his hand. Relying on his own cultivation, he would probably at least relieve his pain.

But when you step out, your body stops in the middle of the way.

The struggling soldier was silent. The three men pressed him on the side, paused, and stood up in one breath. His breath dissipated, and a large amount of blood flowed out, causing his face to turn pale as pink as frost, and he stared at his eyes full of unwillingness.

Chen Zhengyang slowly stretched out his frowning thick eyebrows. The battlefield was tragic and the soldiers' lives were like grass. The only way to change this situation was to end the war as soon as possible.

"I want to kill you." A murderous aura suddenly came from the side.
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