eurekapd Chapter 187 1 will be successful
Chapter 187 1 will be successful
"Okay, then Yao will fight the enemy together with all the brothers today!" Yao Guangcheng shouted loudly, flew down and landed beside Zhao Yang.
"kill--"
Holding a big sword in his hand, Yao Guangcheng, together with Zhao Yang, rushed towards the Yaozu on the opposite side.
"kill!"
An army of 3 people rushed towards the Yaozu, which was ten times larger than themselves.
"Crazy..." The golden-armored monster clan looked at each other, the leader of the monster clan gritted their teeth, and shouted angrily: "Yao Guangcheng, after this battle, our monster clan will definitely imprison your soul and suffer from the seabed ban for thousands of years!"
"Haha, let's talk about getting Yao's spirit!" Yao Guangcheng laughed loudly, swiping the big sword in his hand, turning hundreds of monsters into powder.
Seeing this, the demon clan on the demon cloud above them all shouted angrily and rushed down the cloud, fighting Yao Guangcheng on the river.
"General, you only have one hour..."
A faint voice came from the heroic banner floating above Yao Guangcheng's head.
"One hour is enough!"
Yao Guangcheng shouted loudly, brandished the big sword in his hand, and fought with those golden armored monsters.
"Brothers, kill—"
Zhao Yang brandished a spear in his hand, and led the army behind him to rush towards the chaotic monster clan.
Nothing else but one word, kill.
Kill every demon clan in front of you.
Zhao Yang felt that his killing intent was not as strong as it was at that moment. He hated himself for not being strong enough and for not being able to control his own destiny.
What he hated himself even more was that he had become so cold-blooded.
"boom--"
The sky and the earth shook, and the demon clouds dispersed.
Only seven of the ten golden-armored monsters remained, Yao Guangcheng's great sword was broken, and his body was covered in blood.
A Nascent Soul Daoist can't hold his own energy and blood, which means that he has run out of fuel.
"General, the time has come..." A voice came from the banner of the heroic spirit, and then it rolled up suddenly.
"Hmph, Yao Guangcheng, do you think you can shatter your own soul and escape the pain of being banned for thousands of years?" The golden-armored monster clan on the opposite side gritted their teeth, stretched out their hand, and the floating monster clan's lore list flew to him.
"Which human race on the lore list is not imprisoned after death? Can you escape?"
"Haha——" Yao Guangcheng laughed loudly, and his whole body exuded a sky-high aura: "If a guarding general dies in battle, the attack and defense here will be over, and you can't do anything anymore."
His body gradually became illusory, and he turned to look at Zhao Yang: "You live, the longer you live, the more chances you have to kill more monsters."
"You, when you shattered your dharma before, you already shattered your soul!" Seeing that Yao Guangcheng didn't have a trace of his soul included in the lore list, the Golden Armored Monster Clan exclaimed.
Yao Guangcheng didn't look at him, but just stared at Zhao Yang: "You must always remember that you are a human race. If you forget the fundamentals, the hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits of the army who died for you here, and I, who have lost their souls, will not I'll let you go—"
Seeing Yao Guangcheng's gradually unreal figure, Zhao Yang sighed softly.
"I, Zhao Yang, can't see through those great powers hanging high above the nine heavens, why they refuse to save us."
"I also don't understand what the death battle of hundreds of thousands of troops is trying to prove."
"There are many things I don't understand, and there are many things I can't see through."
"I don't care about the general trend of the world, I don't understand the overall situation of Xizhou, and I don't care how Dayu is laid out."
Hearing Zhao Yang's words, Yao Guangcheng's illusory face showed shock, and he wanted to speak, but no sound came out.
"Today, I have fulfilled your wish, General Yao, and I will fight with you."
Zhao Yang turned around and looked at the vast river in the distance, with a contemptuous expression on his face.
"Now, it's time for me, Zhao Yang, to clear my mind—" After the words fell, he waved his hand, and a thin mist surrounded him, Yao Guangcheng, who was about to disappear, the [-] Asura army behind him, and the few remaining people. All the black-robed worshipers are surrounded by it.
"I'll just sit here and watch the monster army in front of me be wiped out."
Zhao Yang's words made the faces of the seven golden-armored monsters on the opposite side shudder, and one of the golden-armored monsters snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and a spiritual light shrouded Zhao Yang.
But when the aura met the mist in front of Zhao Yang, it disappeared as if falling into the void.
The faces of the seven golden-armored monsters changed drastically. Just as they were about to strike again, they heard a bang from the sky and the earth, and then a voice came: "Ling, the Shui tribe on the Lancang River assembled an army, and each retreated—"
Retreat?
On the Lancang River, there are tens of thousands of monster troops, what are you going to defend?Where to retreat?Why retreat?
The surviving monster army on the river was in an uproar, and the seven gold-armored monsters also looked at each other in astonishment.
"Zhao Yang, is this what you said, watching the demon clan fall?"
Seeing the Heroic Spirit Banner unfurled above his head slowly shaking, seeing Yao Guangcheng, who was already illusory and close to nothingness, with an anxious expression on his face, a black-robed priest asked aloud.
Zhao Yang showed a smile on his face, and stretched out his finger to the vast river.
Everyone turned their heads to look at the river, only to see nothing abnormal about the blue river except for the rustling red reflected by the setting sun.
wrong!
That is not the red of the setting sun!
That is - blood!
From the top of the big river, what is soaked down is the bright red blood!
The blood flowed in front of everyone in just a moment, covering up the depth of the entire river.
Those monster races that stepped on the waves were all soaked in blood.
From an unknown distance, bloody water rushed down, making the entire river red with blood!
"This is, this is, the blood of my aquarium!" The monster in golden armor screamed in fear, and flew into the sky, wanting to see where the blood came from.
Climb by a foot, these golden-armored monsters stared wide-eyed, looking far into the distance, the upper reaches of the rushing river, the bloody water, they couldn't see the source!
"Blood stains thousands of miles..."
"Here, what happened..."
……
"Back!" A moment later, there was an angry shout from the monster clan, and all the monster clan troops fled downstream in panic.
This feeling of being immersed in the blood of one's own people is too terrifying.
As the sun sets, the upper reaches of the river are bright red.
The red light is bewitching, reflecting the blood red of the sky and the earth.
"boom--"
……
A roar like thunder came from afar, slowly approaching.
Zhao Yang just waited there, looking at the upper reaches of the river.Behind him, the 3-strong army, the few remaining priests in black robes, the fluttering banner of the heroic spirit, and Yao Guangcheng, who has only a faint figure, are all waiting silently.
an hour.
two hours.
three hours.
The rushing blood-red river has never stopped.
"Blood stained the river for three thousand miles..."
"What the hell happened!"
……
Regardless of the discussions behind him, Zhao Yang suddenly stepped forward, his eyes watching a golden light appearing in the blood-red river.
"boom--"
The golden light shines directly downstream, coming from hundreds of miles away, and going hundreds of miles away.
one.
two.
Qiandao.
Wan Dao!
The golden barrier spans the river and is pushed down from the upper reaches.
"Battleship!"
"magic weapon!"
……
There were endless exclamations, and a bright smile appeared on Zhao Yang's face.
The hundred-foot-long battleship was covered with golden streamers, beams of light on it bombarded downstream, smashing everything in its way into pieces and minced meat, leaving only the rushing blood.
Wave battleship.
one.
two.
ten ships.
Hundreds of ships.
Three hundred ships!
Every warship flies a big flag.
Day by day guard.
Entering the Lancang River from Qingfengkou, 30 middle-grade warships, driven by an army of [-], rushed down, crushing everything.
The monster clan in the Lancang River was defeated across the board, with blood flowing for three thousand miles!
In the great river, no force can stop such an army.
"General!"
"Meet the General!"
On the bow deck of three hundred giant ships, the standing military academy bowed and clasped fists towards Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang dodged and landed on the river.
"Zhao, General Zhao, what do you want to do!" On the embankment, a priest in black robes shouted in horror.
Zhao Yang didn't answer, turned around and glanced at the embankment, and then at the Taotao River downstream.
"I, Zhao Yang, watched the 50 troops around me turn into dry bones one by one. Wasn't it just to wait for this moment?" Zhao Yang raised his hands and shouted to the sky.
On the big river, all the battleships were rising with golden light, as if they were responding to his call.
Zhao Yang lowered his head, looking lonely, and muttered to himself: "It turns out that I'm also so cold-blooded..."