The sky shook the mountain, and the foothills were soaked in the darkness far and near, and the exposed ground and dense forests spread.

The night sky was gloomy, and thunder sounded faintly. The occasional flashing lightning illuminated the face of a man on a cliff, and his eyes were filled with light blue light. He quietly stared at the rapidly moving army below. The foot of the mountain and the mountainside were like an ant colony, all of which were densely packed with figures.

"Kao Mu Jiao Dou Jiande, Lou Jingou Li Mi, Giant Spirit God Cheng Yaojin, Zuo Tianpeng Qin Qiong, Wang Shichong Mao Riji... Compared with the other three directions, it is the hardest to chew here."

The spells that covered the energy of the cliffs enveloped several people. The old man in the lead, with a gray robe, and a cloak embroidered with yin and yang, looked at the ridge of the distant dark night with an old face. Behind him, Zuo Zhengyang, wearing a leather armor and a hat, Yan Chixia, Hong Lian, and Zhu Gangli, carrying a wooden box.

"It must also be gnawed."

The old voice fell, and Lu Liangsheng shook his sleeves and slowly raised them up. The leaves and the dew accumulated between the grass rolled, flew away from the tips of the leaves, gathered in his hands.

Boom-

The thunder suddenly exploded in the night sky, and the clouds wandered around, surging and gathering. After a moment, heavy rain fell like a 'stop' all over the sky, and there were loud bangs in the forest.

On the cliff, Lu Liangsheng dissipated the water stains with one hand and pinched his fingers. The night sky flashed more and more frequently. The next moment, there was a loud bang, and an electric snake slashed out from the clouds and fell between the foothills, illuminating the army moving all over the mountains.

The wet leaves and in the mud, someone raised his face, waved his hand to put the Dharma Realm, blocked the rain in the sky, and gave instructions to his subordinates behind him.

"Someone is moving in the clouds and rain... to drive lightning? Tell the Holy Mother of Golden Light, Han Zhixian, and the immortals of the Thunder Tribe to take back the thunderstorm!"

"yes!"

The figure who was accompanying him lowered his head and turned around and left. Soon, in the team where countless figures spread, there was a divine light flashing. The heavy rain in the sky gradually weakened, and the electric snakes falling among the clouds disappeared without a trace.

The mountain breeze blew in the forest, and Lu Liangsheng looked at the sky, and couldn't help but smile slightly. The spells he knew were also suppressed, and the other party was also expected to be hindered from walking clouds and rain, thunder and other techniques.

"It is not good to come to the world with good Dharma appearance. You have to imprison yourself in your human body..."

"Sei Tong" says, "Use your own strengths and attack your other's weaknesses."

With a trembling wide sleeve, two fingers formed a sword finger and quickly wrote the imperial edict in the air - Earth Fire, and then disappeared into the ground. Lu Liangsheng withdrew his gaze and said softly: "Prepare to do it."

The words were like saying to Yan Chixia, Zuo Zhengyang and Zhu Gangli behind him, and it also seemed like he was giving orders to the empty surroundings. When a cold wind blew over, the two of them nodded, turned around and left, and disappeared on the cliff.

The woman in a red dress looked at the foot of the mountains far outside and whispered: "Young Master, can we really stop the gods here? After all, they are gods. After so long, they must be guarded against us, and... there are still many."

Lu Liangsheng drew out the Yuelong sword and held it in his hand, shook the reins on it, leaned on the ground, and squeezed a small stone out of it under the cliff.

I looked outside for a moment before I spoke slowly.

"Yes, there are no corresponding soldiers. We can only attack in the darkness. All the terrain that is beneficial to us. Even Hong Lian doesn't believe it. I don't believe that they can stop them here and send them back to the sky one by one. It will probably take a long time to force them to the city of Chang'an."

In the night, water vapor gradually appeared on the ground under his feet, which was watered by heavy rain. Lu Liangsheng waved his sleeves and squirted the fog. He looked at the extra layer of white mist rising from the earth between the foothills opposite. His tone was gentle and even a little indifferent.

"But you have to do your best to be a human being."

Someone stopped at the distant ridge and murmured in confusion.

"It's getting foggy?"

The countless figures spreading across the ridge suddenly stopped. The immortal soldiers attached to the bodies of human soldiers and were in the lower realm of the Yuanhun. Their abilities were limited. When they moved forward, the thick fallen leaves or muddy roads gradually became dry. The fine water particles in the air rose up and filled their sight, forming a white mist that could not see the way under them at all.

There was even a shrill scream of "Ah-" in the distance, and someone stepped on the wrong path and fell to the cliff. Then a dull sound came from the deep ravine.

Hearing the muffled figure, he pulled out a pair of iron maces from his waist, and turned his head: "Let Hanzhixian help the wind and blow away the mist."

"Hmph! This Lu Liangsheng will find a way."

The mist in the forest, and the figures slowly stopped. One of them was like a tower, and a giant axe was hanging down on the ground. Looking at the vast mist, there was a horrible sound in his throat.

"But, it's a death to come."

The sound was like a bronze bell ringing among the foothills. When the mist blown by the wind surged, another mountain that spread out toward was spreading, and more than ten figures were surrounding the darkness, riding war horses or relying on weapons, each occupying a position.

Guan Yun sat on the rock by the cliff with his eyes closed and his knife, feeling the wind passing through the body of nothingness. If he counted as the age of living for nearly four hundred years, most of the people around him were like this, and some were a little younger, but it was not important.

The beard fluttered, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. The phoenix eyes slowly opened, and the sword was dragged to the horse.

"Everyone, no matter where we are in when we are alive, we are still in our souls now, and we still hope to work together to prevent the evil gods from turmoiling the world."

While the Yin Gods occupying all the hills raised their hands one by one, the huge black shadows of the Wei River flowed and rushed towards this side.

......

After the stars in the sky covered the clouds, the sob wind blew away the prosperous giant city. The emperor brought civil and military personnel to the city tower and commanded the soldiers to strengthen the city defense. Among the lights of thousands of families behind him, Wanshou Temple was quiet, and a black shadow stood in front of the window, looking up at the gray clouds in the distance, and the noise was faintly heard from the city walls in the distance.

It was quiet in the sight. In the past, there were still people here even at night. The sudden change made everything change.

The short figure with double webbed faces sighed, "In the end, I still have to see me!"

Taoist Toad slowly turned around, jumped over to the desk, then jumped to the edge of the bed, uncovered the small bed, and took out the black token that was about the size of him from below. When he touched the webbed head, he felt a cold feeling.

Carrying the purple gold gourd, he dragged the token into his hand, went down the attic and walked out of the eaves, and walked to the mountain gate below without looking back.

"Come on Ziyan!"
Chapter completed!