Among the 100,000 troops, the masters, like clouds, led by Yang Rui and others, officially embarked on the journey west.

Lin Zichun, Chen Kaige, Wan Xinghong and other former opponents, have gone out of the gate, took that step, and joined the Western army.

The mighty army, singing forward, the sound of the mighty, reverberating between the heavens and the earth.

In the territory of Z country, countless people looked up at the black pressure on the sky, and saluted, all the cars on the street and alleys stopped, looking up at the sky and silently praying.

They walked through the military district, walked across the border, countless soldiers, marched to them standard military salutes, praised the high songs of the warriors, resounded under the sky, countless people sang.

The wilderness is full of smoke, and here, as always, peace and calm.

And all they have to do is keep this peace and quiet forever.

“Warriors, we must come back alive!”Down below, many people raised their fists and shouted.

As they walked across the military district border, countless gunshots rang out, and that was a respect for the warriors.

Behind them are the brave, the brave ones who are ahead, do not worry.

Yang Rui saw one by one, saw Fifi, and saw Anan also saw the past and Li Li.

“Dad, uncle!We’ll wait for you to come home for dinner!”Xiao Zhixi and Li Rui have grown into half a size, and Anan's head is also chasing Yang Rui.

“Come back safe and wait for you to come home for dinner!”Countless voices are heard below.

Yang Rui smiled and nodded, smiled and smiled, and his interference eyes were slightly moist, he was not afraid of everything, and he would not shed a tear in front of death, but every time at this time, his eyes were sour.

“Justice is never absent!”He murmured, sleeves waved, and a hundred thousand troops marched forward.

Through the mountains and rivers, a hundred thousand troops, finally came to the battlefield of the end.

The corpses are everywhere, the limbs are broken, and for the first time in their lives, they have seen life so cheap.

On the mountain of corpses, there are Western soldiers, when the last bit of blood is exhausted, they look up at the sky and smile, singing songs belonging to their countries.

The elegy of the jinn, the song of the warrior who is not afraid of all things.

The whole wasteland is crumbling, I don't know how many creatures died, everything that is seen in the eye has been stained with blood.

Blood stained thousands of miles, can not see the head.

“Drink!”

The sound of violence, from the one hundred thousand army, the sound of the riveting, in the wilderness.

“Fighting!”

A hundred thousand troops, desperate to rush to the "wanyang" full of broken limbs.

The dragon whistled to the sky, Yang Rui holding the soul gun to the sky to kill, he saw several figures, a gray robe battle will be voltuous, and has been staying beside him the dead king, and now also successfully into the dead emperor.

As a reincarnation of the little feather, its strength, is to reach eight turns two products, a handsome, overbearing.

“Little boy, take care!”The king turned to the sky, and the little feather looked back, looking at Yang Rui and others, and his face was full of ecstasy.

“The throbbing!”As soon as he held it in his hand, he suddenly made a trembling sound, as if he had not seen an old friend for a long time.

When the masters of the underworld are all stepping into the Western Crusade team, a dark shadow quietly appears in the dragon clan, and the left Chudong heart feels, but everything is too late.

The shadow was so powerful that he could not resist it at all, but he was seriously injured in a moment, and the key to the relics of the gods was finally taken away.

The shadow left, and the illusion of the mistorage had a shocking roar, belonging to the king here, and there was a big war with the intruders.

Over the phantom psycheddle, the three keys gathered together to emit a bright light, a starry sky map appeared above the sky, followed by a beam of light from the map condensed, projected to the depths of the abyss.

“Come on, wake up, you’re going to wake up!”The cold laughter sounded completely in the hallucinations.

"The strongest in the underworld have gone far west, the fantasy is psychedelic, who is fighting?" in the underworld, countless old people stepped out, want to get a glimpse, but when they were close to the depths, they died in an instant, and the spirit was directly erased.

“In the depths of the illusion, something terrible is awakening!”The old master, who is about to sit, far away from the illusion of the psychedelic, feel a great pressure.

The whole world began to panic, and then the whole underworld began to panic.

The journey of the western road, under the attack of many kings and the charge of countless warriors, the supreme level under the night king was finally all killed, and even two separates were wiped out.

Under the battle, eleven top people have extremely pale faces.

Yang Zhiqiang, Qiu Zhenghao, exorcists pay the piano, Sanqingguan Guantan and other young generations of genius masters, are killed to the madness, the invasion, cut off a lot of ghosts.

The balance of victory is tilting toward them, and the army of ghosts is being devastated.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

“Howling!”

Countless roars, ringing in the wilderness, and the crowd is excited.

“The dawn of the dawn is in sight, and the light of day is in the air, to destroy them!”Countless brave men shouted.

Under the porch of the eight sides, as soon as the alien army was contaminated, the ashes were extinguished, and Mao Junfeng gasped, his eyes were far from the top of the sky, and there was a long-lost figure.

The cloth cloth looked at his grandson, and had grown to a point more powerful than himself, full of relief, and the Mao family was more brilliant in his hands.

It is the face of the two grandchildren, without any words, but more than any words, everything is changing, but the tacit understanding of childhood will never change.

Mao Junfeng laughed, and the cloth cloth also laughed.

He killed the army of ghosts.

Endless snoring in the debauchery, sweeping a piece of alien army.

There are powerful ghosts will be running, but they have been jointly bombarded by Yang Zhiqiang and Qiu Zhenghao, who have an invincible attitude, and they all have the fighting power of the three-turn strong.

“Jie from the East!”Countless powerful monks in the West lamented that these two people killed all the way, God stopped and killed God, and the ghosts would show their one enemy.

"These two children, one of them is a descendant of Yangmen, Yang Qiankun's grandson, has a reputation in the East, but the other one, the strength is not weaker than him, why have never heard of his reputation?" 」

"In the world, there will be dragons and phoenixes in the world, and the real people, never care about the reputation!"

“This world of people, basically, has already arrived!”There are strong people in the older generation who sigh that the breath is weakening and is about to sit.

"I wait for the remnants, and I can give my strength to the dawn of the world, contentment!" 」

"The world is coming, the younger generation has risen, even far beyond me, the future will be a thriving elephant!"

"Come on, let's go quietly, and take a last look at this great river."

The strong who are about to sit, use the last bit of power to tear the void, their bodies are slowly burning, to burn their bodies on their own land.

(End of this chapter)