Chapter 820: The battle of the ancient and modern

Bang.
After a loud bang, the huge tornado exploded and turned into countless strange pieces, accompanied by thick smoke scattered everywhere in the plains.
The seven people in Ling Xiao walked out of the smoke in a dirty way, and they wandered.
"We left the ghost place." The Dragon Array did not care about the holes in its own clothes. The nature he cares most is whether he can get out of this plain.
Of course, other people have the same fears as the Dragon Array. When they get out of the smoke, they look in the direction of the Tower of the Wraith.
The crowd was stunned, and the tower of the Wraith was still in the same place, and the same distance was never changed.
"Ling Boss..." Long array whispered: "Are we doing something stupid?"
Obviously, after the launch of the big battle, the people still could not escape the grassland, which made them very depressed.
Just as Ling Xiao thought that he was put together by the old man, Tang Yingying in the magic token space suddenly said: "Ling Xiao brother, it seems... the breath in the wind is different."
Ling Xiaoxi looked out and said: "That is to say, we are not in the same place now."
I don't know which philosopher on the earth has said that people may step into the same river twice.
In the same way, the same applies to the situation at this time.
The plain is still the same plain, but the time is different, and the space naturally changes more or less.
"The smell in the wind is so strong." Tang Yingying's small nose moved slightly and frowned.
Ling Xiao Gao said: "Let's go, let's go ahead and see what happened."
This time, it took only one day for everyone to get out of the plains of ghosts in their mouths.
At the end of the plain is still a mountain, but this time the mountains did not play tricks, and the seven people spent half a month crossing the mountains and finally saw the giant tower in front.
When they first saw the giant tower, all seven people were stunned.
This so-called tower of the Souls is exactly the same as the tower of the gods of the Sun.
"What the is this all about." Even Luo Huixin, who didn't like talking very much, couldn't help but ask.
Of course, no one here can answer this question.
Even if someone answered, they were not in the mood to answer this question.
Underneath the tower of the Wraith, it is filled with millions of martial arts warriors. These gold armor warriors are so high that it seems that their strength can turn this tower of the Wraith alone. Come here.
These gold armored warriors are divided into several combat arms, the most common golden gun infantry fighters, the archers armed with golden bows, the gryphon knights riding the gryphons, and the golden dragon knights riding the golden dragons.
In addition to the above four arms, there are two very special arms.
One is a large-scale riprap car placed at the end of the large army. Thousands of identical riprap cars are surrounded by a large circle. Each tens of meters apart is arranged, and the targets are all aligned with the Tower of the Soul.
There is also a special type of unit that is a chariot armor, divided into chariot troops on the ground and flight crew units above the sky.
Such a large and neat lineup has opened up the eyes of the seven people.
Murong Huatian hangs in the air, followed by the top ten white robes priests and one hundred gray robes priests. These priests are respected by one person, all humbly bent and stand, highlighting the position of Murong Huatian.
Among the ten white robes, several of them are unknown to Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao knew that the top ten priests in the battle had died a few times, and they were promoted by several gray robes and priests, and they reconstituted the top ten white robes of the period of Ling Xiao.
Of course, among the ten people, Ling Xiao still recognizes a few.
The priests of the world and the priests were hollow, and the two guys did not change. Ling Xiao recognized them at a glance.
However, at that time, the priests of the priests were well-rounded, and the people were not as cynical as they were at that time.
Faced with such a powerful lineup of Murong Huatian, the layers of the Tower of the Soul are full of magical devils wearing dark red armor.
They stood on the layers of the Tower of the Soul, and they were divided into various arms, and they were opposite each other.
Ling Huantian stood on the top of the tower, standing next to Ling Feng, who was in white and wins snow. The father and son were alone in the high place. They overlooked the people under the tower, and the cold wind blew their clothes and hunt.
Ling Xiao looked up at his father at that time and felt a lot in his heart.
Although it was far apart, Ling Xiao looked at the top of the tower, but clearly saw his grandfather and father.
The father's eyes at that time were far less sharp than they are now, but they were so clear that they were like an unpolluted mountain spring.
Grandpa Ling Tiantian holds the of the gods, with a slight smile on his face, but the killing is powerful enough to be able to feel even so far away.
Even if the height is not cold, their bodies are still standing firm and firm.
Looking down on the world, the mortal beings, at this time in the body of Ling Tiantian is very vividly revealed.
This kind of temperament from the depths of the soul will compare the Murong Huatian of the stars to the hard life.
Perhaps Ling Xiao judged by his own likes and dislikes, his grandfather's free and easy and calm, is how Murong Huatian's all-day-old guy can't do it.
Of course, the result of this war has already known that his grandfather and father have lost.
At this time, Ling Xiao has a strong feeling of wanting to know why his grandfather will be defeated. In the judgment of Ling Xiao, the strength of the two sides will not be too big, why his grandfather will lose.
"Hui Xin, you don't want to watch." In this battle, Luo Huixin's father was killed, his mother was aging, and his eyes were blind. Knowing that it was one thing, it was another thing to see it with his own eyes.
Therefore, Ling Xiao is very considerate to remind Luo Huixin not to watch, but Luo Huixin only answered Ling Xiao’s sentence: "Master, if it is you, will you not look at it?"
Ling Xiao silently.
"Okay, let's see it together." Ling Xiao said to everyone: "I hope everyone is mentally prepared."
Under the sea of ​​the earthly world, the dragon has absorbed the soul of several souls from the belly of a nine-story ice snake.
The few souls showed the picture to Ling Xiao, and Ling Xiao finally found the same scene here.
The blood flow into the sea and the corpse of the corpse is ten thousand and eight nine is the result of this war.
Ling Xiao did not have time to think more, because there was a war.
"Ling the sky, if you can commit suicide, my Murong Huatian promises in front of all my soldiers and priests that I will never kill you." Murong Huatian looked at Ling Tiantian, and justice said with sorrow.
"Ha ha..." Ling Tiantian sings and laughs: "Mu Ronghuatian, a heavenly soul world can only have one day in our two days, not that you are dead or that I am dead, today you are forced into this predicament, if I It’s just a defeat, let me surrender, and avoid talking."
"Why are you so stubborn?" Murong Huatian continued to play his righteous card: "If there is only one of the three realms in the Three Realms, there will be no more disputes in the world. Everyone can live a happy and peaceful life. day."
"The Lord of the Soul is the greatest."
"Swear to support the Lord of the Soul."
Murong Huatian’s words have just been finished, and the soldiers at his feet are as mad as they are mad, as if they were brainwashed.
Murong Huatian pointed at these soldiers and proudly said to Ling Tiantian: "If you see it, this is the benefit of the people."
Ling Tiantian haha ​​laughed: "Mu Ronghuatian, you are left to lie to yourself and those stupid forks, the world has always been diverse, no one can unify the whole world into a look, who wants to do this The people who did it did not end well."
"Do not try and know how." Murong Hua said: "If you are not doing what you are doing with the old man, the old man has already realized this ambition."
Ling Tiantian looked at Murong Huatian: "This so-called ambition is just an excuse for you to find your own ambitions. Let you unite the three realms. After that, all the people in the Three Realms will drink your soul."

Ling Tiantian obviously knows what the soul of the soul is, but Ling Tiantian said it, those who drank the soul of the soul did not believe it, Ling Tiantian would not bother to say.
Some people are stupid enough to drink other people's urine, you will go to persuade this stupid fork.
"My spirits and sorcerers have never acted to change the minds of others." Here, Ling Huantian raised the of the gods and pointed to Murong Huatian, suddenly angered: "And You Murong Huatian is the shameless person who is scorpion but wants others to be your dog. It is because of your hypocrisy and shamelessness that you will choose me and give up."
When I mentioned "鹃儿", Murong Huatian couldn't hold back any more: "Ling the sky, you took my fiancée, I read you in the millions of innocent lives, you actually I don’t know how to do this. If this is the case, let them die together."
The legendary Lord of the Soul and the Lord of the Devil are beaten by a woman. From today's situation, this legend is absolutely correct.
"You killed your nephew, Murong Huatian, and I will take your life." Ling Tiantian swept a slap in the eye and shouted to his subordinates: "Brothers, revenge for you."
"Kill Murong old dog."
"Revenge for the big man."
Listening to the different slogans of the soldiers on both sides, these seven people have a feeling of crying and laughing.
The dreams woven by Murong Huatian are beautiful, and it is indeed worthy of many people to pay for their lives. On the other hand, Ling Tiantian’s words are very temperament. He is commensurate with those warrior brothers and gives everyone a sense of intimacy.
Some people are pursuing great ideals, some people are seeking the most real life, and the two ideas that were not in conflict are because the differences between the two great men, Murong Huatian and Lingshentian, have turned into a fierce battle. It is really a great sorrow. And irony.
"Boom..." "Boom..."
With the sound of the sound of a slinger and the cannon energy of the tanker on the chariot, the battle of the ancient and modern wars began.