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The Final Volume - Legend of Immortals Chapter 190: War Hymn

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    Hundreds of horses were killed at the same time. The blood spurted out, and the tragic neighing seemed as if the red sky was the root of this blood flower.  I can¡¯t see clearly who made the move first. Maybe it was the hundreds of people who struck the horse¡¯s neck together and struck the horse¡¯s neck so hard that it burst with just enough time to neigh. ¡°I don¡¯t have the whitest snow or the most brilliant red blood.¡±  Thinking that the first wave of blood on the battlefield turned out to be those of these horses, the blood fell on the men in black. Under the whistling of the wind, the smell of blood began to disperse quickly and suddenly filled the entire battlefield. Death can inspire people.  The infinite pity and compassion in the heart can also inspire the infinite violence and ferocity in the heart. When the blood fell like a rain of blood, the group of men in black suddenly let out a beast-like roar, as if they were activated ferocious beasts, accompanied by  The infinite resentment rising from the blood exploded into infinite violence. At this time, it seemed that everything had achieved a satisfactory effect for Yang Sheng. He gently lowered his arm, as if he was doing the most understated thing in the world.  Then, the men in black robes behind him moved and made a "swishing" sound as their footsteps stepped on the thin snow and headed towards the group of people headed by Uncle Hui. They walked slowly at first and gradually accelerated their pace until the two parties were still there.  When they were less than a hundred meters apart, the people on both sides suddenly started running almost at the same time, and began to approach quickly like thunder. Here, the sound of chanting sutras was like Sanskrit chanting, and the glowing light of the angry-eyed Vajra seemed to be enlightened.  Gradually, a golden light mixed with a hint of blood began to become clear.  At that moment, I wanted to close my eyes to escape this fateful collision. However, the action of my feet was to jump onto the big stone and my eyes began to stare at the center of the battlefield. No one can escape here, and I am the one who should face it the most.  They have the same fate, and the heavy responsibility that falls on them. My eyes calmly watched the men and horses from both sides approaching quickly, just like a black sword and a white spear finally collided together in the flying debris, and then  Rapid fusion, no one shouted, no one roared. Uncle Hui, who was the first to bear the brunt, met Yang Sheng, one of the men in black. Both sides raised their fists silently, and then they both landed on each other's abdomen. The movements were very fast.  Unable to dodge, the first collision should be like this. Then, the dull sound of 'bang bang bang' sounded like the deepest dirge, finally kicking off the battlefield. It was fists colliding with muscles, fists colliding with fists.  The sound was silent like a mime but intense like a volcano finally erupting. The continuous chanting began to become extremely intense along with the Wu family's sacrifice. It lost the peace of Buddhism, but it was like the old master sang a war song.  He tore off his cloak and stood in front of the Heavenly Punishment Formation, shouting loudly: "Those who draw the formation, blood sacrifice." Blood sacrifice, another blood sacrifice. I saw those who were immersed in drawing the formation, calmly raising their heads one by one.  The hands silently used a special technique to seal the secrets. Then, along with the most intense sound of muscle collision in front, they also made a dull sound of 'dong dong dong'. That was the sound of hitting the chest, accompanied by a muffled groan.  , the brightest red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and was then devoutly wiped into his hands, turning into strange symbols painted on his forehead.  "Those who set up the formation, please ask Heaven to reveal the pattern of the formation and offer a blood sacrifice here." The person who spoke loudly was Uncle Wang. This was the first time I saw Cynical, who always made a bitter expression, with such a solemn expression,  The sacrifice was about to begin. Everyone's expressions were sluggish. They drank a lot of blood from their hearts, but no one showed any emotion on their face. They were as calm as a deep pool of water without the wind.  However, it was natural that the blood sacrifice should be so quiet and windless.  Chengzhen dropped the formation pen in his hand and glanced at his master. This time, the extremely solemn master stretched out his hand and slowly wiped away the tears falling from his eyes. She also walked towards me, and I stretched out my arm silently.  I held her in my arms, and she cried softly with suppressed tears in my arms: "Brother, I will persevere, I will." I nodded silently, and I understood what she wanted to persevere on.  ?  It is the road that finally accompanies me. The snowflakes are like dots in the background, but what is reflected in my eyes is the most cruel battlefield. It is dull, falling silently, standing up again, standing up again, falling down again, fists are flying, and the shadows of feet are intertwined.  The purest wrestling breakthrough and obstruction does not require roaring, what is saved is every bit of strength bulging muscles, knotted veins and wide eyes, the most silent cry. The first person spurted out blood as his chest bore the pain.  When he punched hard, his fist silently penetrated the abdomen of the enemy in front of him. No blood flowed out, and the discolored flesh and blood that split open was the result of Yang Sheng's transformation liquid.   Is this kind of transformation worth it?  Why?  A certain person who was sitting cross-legged began to silently pinch his hands and perform incantations very quickly. Then his face quickly turned pale and a crack appeared silently in the clay figure in front of him.  What we get in exchange are warriors who spurt blood and once again bravely move forward with endless support. As long as there are still lives of Yi Zi Pulse, these warriors will get endless support.  At this time, no matter how stupid you are, you will know that every Yizi Pulse person is responsible for several warriors. The clay sculptures in front of you prove that when they are broken, it is when the Yizi Pulse uses his own life to top it up in the sky.  The huge copper lamps around the Punishment Formation began to be ignited, and the flames lit up with a 'bang', and then made burning and crackling sounds in the wind.  Waves of silent momentum began to flow, accompanied by a kind of compassionate and compassionate blessing that could be felt with closed eyes. It was the blessing of heaven that was borrowed through the use of secret methods. People with the right path are qualified to borrow such blessings.  I clearly saw that those people who had fortune-telling in the second line of fortune seemed to be a bit older, but they were so defiant, and they were just that kind of people, not to mention that they were a group of warriors who defended the law.  Brother Chengqing stood in the crowd, looking a little lonely, looking at the burning copper lamp with infinite sorrow in his eyes. This time he turned around and walked towards me. There was fatigue and vicissitudes on his face. I looked at him, and he looked at me.  He looked at me and then said to me: "Chengyi, I don't have a master to say goodbye to, but I'm very happy that he is peacefully resting in the resting place he wanted. But after all, this doesn't mean that he doesn't have things he wants to do. I brought him  This is his strength. He stubbornly asked me to do this before he died. I have been keeping this secret." As he spoke, Brother Chengqing opened the fist he had been clenching and found a piece of precious soul-nurturing wood in his hand.  I seemed to understand something, and my heart suddenly hurt so much that I couldn't breathe.  "Master Li" Chengqing suddenly fell softly on the big stone. Tears kept falling. He wanted to shout, but it turned into a murmured "Master Li". My eyes kept turning red and sour. I could hardly blink.  It was as if he saw a dying old man passing down the secret method unique to Lao Li's lineage, just like the secret method of his master, to peel off his own soul. He may not be able to do that step, but he can still peel off some of his strong power.  Nuan forced his apprentice to do this because long-term fortune-telling made him predict that one day he would participate in the war. This desire was so strong that he was willing to let his remnant soul go into reincarnation to participate again.  Once and for all, I led the grown-up masters, apprentices, and nephews side by side with my brothers and sisters. "Master Li, Master Uncle." I was in a daze. Once again, I couldn't figure out whether I was a Taoist boy or Chen Chengyi. I was so painful that I didn't even dare to speak.  , because swallowing will cause pain in the throat!  !  On the other hand, Brother Chengqing was very quiet. He just stood next to Brother Chengxin. Like him, he leaned on the big stone and stood around me like a guardian. The sound of horse hooves was non-stop over there, and Yang Sheng's people kept coming.  Come, this time some cultivators are so busy that they are building something similar to an altar.  Among those cultivators, I saw lamas one by one who looked like the legendary evil lords
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