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    Xiao Feng is like a murderous aura, filling the air.  ```` This whistling wind was like a blade taking shape, blowing through the dead trees that had been covered by the flames of war, "cutting" off the few withered green leaves on the treetops, rising and falling in the air with the wind, falling.  Entering a military tent full of dead leaves.  Inside the tent, Chen Zhengyang looked solemn, looking at a war distribution map hanging on the wall, with his hands behind his back and fingertips playing with a jade slip glowing with golden light.  The war distribution map is divided into two areas: gods and demons. There is a golden bright spot in the middle, which belongs to the gods. Surrounded by dense, innumerable black ink dots, belongs to the demons.  Chen Zhengyang frowned, this kind of war could not be more obvious.  The demon soldiers, numbering tens of millions, have been assembled and are surrounding the Wisdom Realm. Once they all attack the realm, the Gods will be in danger.  While he was meditating, he let his spiritual thoughts penetrate into the jade slip between his fingers.  There are battle reports from various places stored here. There are victories and defeats. Even if you win, you will kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred.  And if you lose, the defeat will be heartbreaking.  " Take Ji Tianhua and Zhan Hu Bana as examples. They were definitely tiger generals. They commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, but they died on the battlefield.  Such a defeat undoubtedly cast a layer of gloom and low morale for the entire Protoss army.  Including Chen Zhengyang, it is not difficult to see from his solemn eyes that he is also enveloped in it.  A bolt of electric light shot into the jade slip along his strong arm like a silver snake. The golden light flashed for a while and then dissipated.  The war situation existing in it was completely eliminated by him.  "Son, dad is thinking about it all the time. The three of us can sit and enjoy family happiness, or get together like ordinary people, and you toast. I drink, and your mother cooks" Chen Zhengyang's lips and teeth did not move, and his voice echoed in the sea of ????consciousness.  , choked for a moment, his spiritual thoughts rolled up waves of rippling sound waves, and slowly integrated into the jade slip.  He took a long breath and continued: "Haha. Thirty years later, such a simple idea has become an endless extravagance. Dad, I am ashamed of you mother and son. I have long heard that you have come to the floating world. And  The record is impressive, boy, you have made dad proud, I am so proud" A layer of mist covered Chen Zhengyang's eyes.  A teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye.  The corners of his lips twitched slightly: "If you have the chance, come and pay homage to your father and mother's tomb. Remember to bring some food and wine. This will fulfill my father's thirty-year wish" His voice trembled, and he closed his eyes slightly:  "Dad, please take care of yourself!" "Brother Yang." Suddenly, a voice came from behind, and Chen Zhengyang moved his fingers.  The jade slip flipped and disappeared into his sleeves. He turned around and said, "Xiaodie, are you all ready?" Madam Butterfly covered her body with blue gauze, and the worry in her beautiful eyes was instantly replaced by her original charm.  .  What Chen Zhengyang was doing just now cannot be escaped from her careful mind, but she understands better that he needs more support, and maybe she can do something trivial.  She was very excited, and she picked up the tea on the table beside her with her jade palm and handed it over: "Brother Yang, you are the commander of the army of the gods, and you have a half-step god level cultivation. You are the support of the gods. We will definitely be able to turn the battle around.  What's more, I see that your aura has vaguely revealed the meaning of the divine level. Soon you will be like a saint, retreating to the gods. " Chen Zhengyang smiled lightly: "Xiaodie is really wise, but I stepped into it.  The demigod also wanted to step into the divine level by chance, but the time has not yet come. " "By chance, is Brother Yang talking about that time in the Nebula Realm?" "Yes, half a year.  The former Nebula Realm group was blessed with this fate and made friends with Nissen. Unexpectedly, they also took this opportunity to break through their shackles and be promoted to demigods. " Chen Zhengyang sighed secretly.  The so-called Nebula Realm is a place that is constantly exposed to thunder. Chen Zhengyang's cultivation attribute is originally the thunder attribute. Being in the sea of ??thunder, he is undoubtedly at home in the sea of ??thunder.  Once ordered to intercept intelligence, he met Nissen, the commander of the demon garrison. He had the highest level of holy cultivation.  Although this demon belongs to the Demon Clan, it is an old subordinate of the God of Light from other Star Domain Protoss. After being captured by the Demon Clan, he was controlled by Rahu and injected with a demon seal that could kill anyone at any time. It was difficult to escape and stayed in  Among the demons.  During this period, Nissen secretly helped the Protoss a lot and passed on information.  It was because of Chen Zhengyang's provision of an artifact that could absorb thunder that he was fortunate enough to use it to practice in the Nebula Realm and reach the semi-divine level.  "What happened next?" Madam Butterfly asked.  "Later, when I had just returned to the Holy Maiden's Palace for business, bad news came" Chen Zhengyang glanced meaningfully at a nebula-covered star on the star map.    It turns out that the artifact Nissen used was the core of the magic circle in the Nebula Realm of the Demon Race.  During Chen Zhengyang's ascension to the gods, thunder from the sky gathered together, and the laws of heaven changed, which attracted the attention of Luo Hu.  It is precisely for this reason that Luohu found out the fact that Nissen was in the demon camp but kept making friends with the gods, so he absorbed his essence and refined Nissen until his soul was gone.  This incident made Chen Zhengyang feel very guilty.  "It was because of Nissen's death that you restrained your aura for a long time and did not reveal your demigod cultivation to the public, right?" Madam Butterfly asked.  Chen Zhengyang brushed the tea lid 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 we are in a large army and we still need to keep a low profile. What's more, I also  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 can¡¯t get rid of. She knows that everything is impossible, but every day.  When I heard Chen Zhengyang mention Xuanyuan Jing, I couldn't help but feel something in my heart.  The more she felt this way, the more unspeakable emotions she had. She guarded the love that had already sprouted in her heart without regrets and followed Chen Zhengyang silently.  With a slight intoxicating smile on her thin lips, she took back the tea cup in Chen Zhengyang's hand and put it back on the table: "Brother Yang, the army has been assembled and is waiting for your lecture." After some conversation, Chen Zhengyang's solemn expression also improved.  He had suffered a lot. As the commander of an army, no matter how great the oppression, he could only hide it in his heart. He cheered up.  Madam Butterfly took off her armor and helped him dress neatly.  Clad in golden armor, Chen Zhengyang's tall and straight body exuded the aura of a general. After receiving a long sword, he looked at it carefully and shouted: "Long Teng, Long Yue." He said hello, and two people came in from outside the tent: "In  ! " Both of them were wearing silver armor, with sword-like eyebrows and sharp eyes. They were steady in their steps, of medium stature, and had three-foot-long swords hanging from their waists. They walked a few steps, and the armor on their bodies collided with the scabbards, making a powerful sound.  The sound of collision.  The one on the left is named Long Teng, and the one on the right is named Long Yue. The two are twin brothers with intermediate holy level cultivation. They are personal guards arranged by Xuanyuan Jing for Chen Zhengyang to dispatch.  Chen Zhengyang put the long sword into its sheath, waved his palm calmly, and released 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 filled with the smell of blood.  The wind was blowing, blowing through the dead trees scorched by the war, and sending out chilly whistles.  The earth was covered with a layer of black ash, and the aftertaste of burning charcoal could still be smelled in the air.  In front of you is a city, a city that looks like it has been abandoned for a long time. Ruins and broken walls can be seen everywhere. There are a few broken words left on the wall of the city gate, "Chigu City".  The city protection array has long been destroyed, which is undoubtedly the biggest threat to an army protecting the city.  This also means that when the war heats up, it relies entirely on hand-to-hand combat.  Inside and outside the city, injured soldiers can be seen everywhere, dragging heavy steps and supporting each other to move forward.  Some of them were lying on the ground, lying on their backs, and their bodies were covered with a layer of black dust before they could be lifted off the battlefield.  Chen Zhengyang frowned, looking at the barren land and the billowing smoke that went straight into the clouds.  Stepping on the messy ground, the corrugations are scattered, but after every step, a clear footprint is left.  According to the battle report, this fierce battle lasted for more than half a month, and the two armies of gods and demons suffered over a million casualties.  "See the Commander-in-Chief." A man who looked like a general with a dirty face came forward helplessly.  Behind him were a dozen listless followers, most of them injured.  Chen Zhengyang nodded slightly: "General Li Zhi, thank you for your hard work, please excuse me." This man was originally a city gate general. Now the city gate has collapsed into ruins. More than a dozen people are cleaning it up. A passage of ten feet wide has been cleared. It is also  It is the existence of this passage that allows people to identify that this is a city gate.  "Ah~, kill me, let me die." A roar came from inside the city gate.  Chen Zhengyang's eyes froze, as if he had guessed something, and walked forward with tiger stride.  Among the ruins, three soldiers in white clothes and black armor were trying their best to hold down a struggling man. The pain had distorted his tortured face, and he was breathing heavily through his tense teeth. He was obviously enduring the pain.  Heartbreaking pain.  Madam Butterfly was slightly shaken and stopped: "Brother Yang, he" Chen Zhengyang was also shocked. The legs of the soldier who was being held down were bloody and bloody, and his two calves were long gone, leaving only  The bright red granulation is clearly visible, and the white bones appear and disappear in the flowing blood.  "Xiaodie"?Give him a hemostatic pill.  " " Commander-in-Chief, he has already served.  " Li Zhi continued with a sad expression: "The meridians in his legs were broken, and the hemostatic pills no longer have any effect.  " Chen Zhengyang's eyes were like a torch. He turned back to look at the struggling soldier, and his eyes were replaced by a layer of solemnity. With a wave of his hand, a ball of aura condensed in his hand. Relying on his own cultivation, it must be able to at least relieve his pain. " But with one step,  The struggling soldier stopped moving. The three people holding him down paused and stood up with a long breath. A large amount of blood flowed out.  , causing his face to turn as pale as frost, and he stared with a pair of unwilling eyes. Chen Zhengyang slowly unfurled his frowning eyebrows. The battlefield was tragic, and the lives of the soldiers were like grass. The only way to change this situation was to end it as soon as possible.  "I'm going to kill you.  "A murderous aura suddenly struck sideways. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels!)
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