It is hard to imagine how much effort Huo Zhenxiao used to say this.

When this is said.

The wind and snow around seemed to have quieted down for a moment.

Chen Daojun's lips were trembling, and tears couldn't stop flowing down from the corners of his eyes.

This man who regards the people as chess, cried into tears at this moment.

Huo Zhenxiao looked at the man in front of him, his eyes were a little erratic for a moment.

He pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty and smiled.

But under the firelight, his tears could not stop flowing when he smiled.

When he noticed the power in his body, he already knew his destiny and understood even more, why has his strength improved so rapidly since he followed Chen Daojun? Thirty years have passed by countless hidden people.

The peak of power pursued in life.

Everything is already destined.

Perhaps it was Chen Daojun who arranged his fate, or perhaps it was Chen Daojun who just discovered his fate, brought him out of the ice wasteland, and turned him back to the trajectory of his fate that should have belonged to him.

And now, it's time for him to fulfill his mission!

There was no complaint at all, even just as Huo Zhenxiao said this with all his might... Damn it!

Calm and calm, obedient and accept.

When he understood everything, he was ready.

"sorry."

Chen Daojun's voice trembled and he said hoarsely.

After the speech is finished.

He suddenly turned around, and his robe trembled suddenly with a "buzzing" sound, and the ripples that washed out made the bonfire beside him jump a little more vigorously.

Just as he turned around, the tears in his eyes disappeared, his expression returned to indifference, and there was no more grief.

"The human race will remember forever, and your name will last forever on this vast snowy field."

Chen Daojun carried his hands on his back, and his voice no longer fluctuated.

This man seemed to be cold-blooded. His emotions were still turbulent the previous second, but he could suppress everything in the next second.

Everything is always under his own control.

After saying that, he walked down the mountain of corpses.

Step by step, it's very slow.

It's really slow!

It is no longer like he came just now, as if he was walking around in the garden, but in fact he was a "thousand miles" one step. This time, he was really slow.

As he walked down the mountain of corpses, Chen Daojun's back couldn't help but hunched down, as if he was extremely old all of a sudden.

He stopped.

Then he turned around again, raised his head and looked at Huo Zhenxiao on the mountain of corpses.

Three seconds of silence.

He suddenly bent his knees and knelt on the ground, bowing heavily to Huo Zhenxiao on the mountain of corpses.

The wind is cold.

The wind and snow are like a knife.

On the mountain of capped corpse, Huo Zhenxiao looked down at Chen Daojun who was kneeling below, his eyes burning and burning.

Follow immediately.

Chen Daojun stood up, no longer delayed, turned around and left with great strides.

He took a step forward, but headed towards Zhenjiang City.

The battlefield is vast and the killing is vast.

But Chen Daojun seemed to be out of the matter, wandering around the battlefield in a leisurely manner, as if he was two worlds with bloody killing.

There were shouts of killing, screams, and howlings.

On one side, faith totems swept across the legions of all parties in the domain.

On the other hand, the Black Prison Army's entry did not save the legions of all parties in the domain from the plight of being massacred.

There is no earth-shaking force to turn the tide.

Some of them are just like a army of faith totems, joining the killing.

One by one, the gods of killing and war gods, carried the terrifying pressure of panic and prison, wandered on the battlefield, invincible, destroying and pushing all the way.

The cooperation between each other is even worse than that of the army of faith totems.

So much so that they swept across the battlefield and were able to achieve zero casualties.

Unlike the army of faith totems, facing the desperate counterattack of legions in the domain, they will always find opportunities to deal with heavy damage.

Chen Dong stood on the battlefield, his eyes swept through the invincible Kunlun, Lin Lingdong and Lone Wolf on the battlefield one by one.

The old friend is still there.

But the strength of the three of them was many times stronger than before they left and went to the black prison.

Especially Kunlun, after breaking the shackles of Qi and strength, it has improved in all aspects in all aspects, and its combat power is unparalleled.

However, compared with the entire battlefield situation, whether it is Kunlun or the entire Black Prison Army, the effect it exerts when entering the field at this time seems to be very difficult.

Instead of reversing the entire war situation, they played a huge harvesting machine, harvesting countless lives on the battlefield with the faith totems.

Chen Dong's vision quickly shifted to the battlefield, and Chen Daojun was heading towards Zhenjiang City.

He didn't know what Chen Daojun said to Huo Zhenxiao.

But far away, he could clearly see everything Chen Daojun did to Huo Zhenxiao, and the last kowtow at the foot of the corpse mountain.

Chen Daojun was like an outsider, wandering around and truly showed the style of a chess player to the fullest.

For example, now, it seems like he is making plans!

And no one dares to stop everyone even if they witness it.

The six dragons of the Jiang family beside him stared at Chen Daojun in complexity and anxiety.

Mr. Jiang Liu's expression fluctuated, and he swept past Chen Daojun, looking at the golden light sweeping across the border in the city.

"How great would it be if Qiliner had not participated in this meaningless war?"

This is what Mr. Jiang Liu thought.

But now that things have come to this point, he can only sigh.

at the same time.

In the sky.

The giant blood wolf, as tall as a mountain, was still constantly venting its blood energy and rolling back the blood moon in the corner of the sky.

The black-robed Tianlang stood in the position of the wolf's head in the void, looking at Chen Daojun's figure below, but was unmoved.

On the contrary, after watching for a few seconds, he looked at the rear of the battlefield of the Hundred Tribes Alliance.

"You are smart, the weak can only abide by the rules, and the strong can make the rules. What you think is a way to break the deadlock is just to speed up my plan in advance."

The black-robed Tianlang murmured hoarsely.

And in the rear camp of the Hundred Tribes Alliance.

At this time, Xixing and Kuigang looked at everything that happened on the battlefield, with a desolate and despairing look.

"So, did we still fail?"

Xixing's red lips were silenced, but his beautiful face was bloodless.

Kuigang remained silent, and the tiger's eyes were full of unwillingness.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand were trembling like earthworms.

In the face of absolute strength crushing, any strategic change becomes false.

There is no moment, which makes Kuigang feel more profound than now.

Faced with disagreements from the top leaders, it is rare that he can still think of a way to break the deadlock in such a situation.

But the Black Prison Army broke out halfway, but his final plan was completely destroyed.

There were black prison troops rushing around the battlefield, and even if millions of troops wanted to break through the siege, it became a luxury.

Under the crushing of absolute strength, the naked dimensional reduction attack made the Black Prison Army scattered into small groups, and on the battlefield, it was enough to stop an entire army and directly carry out harvesting and massacre.

Everything around me is particularly quiet.

The hidden people didn't know where they went at this time.

Kuigang subconsciously looked at the black-robed Tianlang in the sky and smiled desolately: "In front of faith, we seem to be inferior to chess pieces."

"Maybe, we have a last solution."
Chapter completed!