Above the endless ocean.

At the end of the shore, there are two majestic mountains, entrenched there like giant beasts.

One is called Yashan and the other is called Tangping Mountain.

The two mountains protect one sea, leaving a small estuary for the sea to flow south.

This place is like a natural giant portal, half open and half closed, so it is also called "Climen".

Since the Demon Yuan moved into the Central Plains, the Song Dynasty court was defeated and dispersed continuously. In the end, less than 200,000 soldiers and civilians were left. Relying on the natural geographical advantage of "Yamen", it resisted the Demon Yuan army from the vast ocean.

However, at this time, people all over the world looked at it.

The Song Dynasty had already exhausted its energy. Although it relied on this natural gate barrier to entrench the army and seized the enemy with the "gate", it was in another sense that it had been completely surrounded by the magical essence and became the last bite of meat in the plate.

The only difference is how much money the Magic Yuan is willing to spend to chew the last bite of meat.

Yashan! Yashan!

In this mountain gate, 200,000 soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty set up camps.

A huge court, the Han people's former country, is now hiding like a city in a mountain.

Huhu~~

Above the sky, there is a golden barrier covering the radius of thousands of miles within the cliff gate.

hold head high!

From time to time, the roar of dragons spread out from the sky, shaking the air and spreading out ripples.

If there are demon soldiers who are concentrating on the ships in the sea area, they will occasionally see an old dragon, which is looming in the clouds, but they can only see one of them, which can be said to be a divine dragon that sees its head but not its tail.

The corner of the dragon body that occasionally exposed was full of old and rotten aura, and with thick blood marks. It was obviously an old dragon that had experienced vicissitudes and had endured hundreds of tribulations.

"Even if our army does not need to attack, the Dragon Movement of the Great Song Dynasty will be aging and dispersed. Within ten years, it will be exhausted and destroyed. If it is lost in Long Yuan? Then the 200,000 military and civilians will be the lambs that are slaughtered by our army."

On a giant warship like a small island on the ocean, a general wearing a cloak and a divine helmet sneered at the group of great Song monarchs and ministers who were breathing behind the cliff gate.

Behind and around this general, in addition to his island warship, there are eighty small islands.

On each island, nearly 10,000 soldiers from the Magic Yuan Empire practice and rest. Every island-shaped warship can be regarded as a cave. It contains mountains, rivers, streets, and various birds and beasts that are indistinguishable from the natural world.

Even the demon soldiers can still run horses in it? They are like walking on flat ground.

At this time, the general looked up and sneered, but he was staring at the top of the mountain, thousands of miles away from him. There was a middle-aged scholar wearing a vermilion red official robe, a jade belt and a gauze hat standing there.

There is also a great man in armor, with a fierce bloody wind between his eyebrows.

These two people are the key figures that the Song Dynasty in Yashan can still hold on until this time.

Prime Minister Lu Xiufu and General Zhang Shijie.

These two people stood on Yashan, letting the sea breeze blow their robes and hair? The eyes seemed to be in the confrontation of someone.

I saw? Following the eyes of the two of them, looking towards the end of the sky? In the sky above the 800,000 demonic Yuan army, a man in black stood with his hands behind his back.

His face is fair and his body is filled with a powerful aura of a sacred mountain. He stands in the air like an ancient sacred mountain, and more like a statue of a god that should be enshrined in a temple. His whole body has a beauty that transcends all beauty in the world.

The integration of all kinds of temperaments in him not only does not seem strange, but also highlights a sense of oppression that makes everyone in the world feel scared of their new home.

This pressure was pressing on the hearts of Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie.

It was like a black sky, covering the heads of the 200,000 soldiers and civilians in the Yashan Mountains. Even if they could not invade, they could not breathe and were frightened for several years.

In the magical essence, the grassland demon soldiers glanced over the sky and showed a sense of reverence and worship in their eyes.

To that man as cold and majestic as a god.

The number one master in the Demonic Yuan Empire began to protect Meng Chixing, the god of the great Han Dynasty in the empire during the era of Genghis Khan.

Sudden.

Click ~

A space above the sea and sky in the distance suddenly broke out, and a sense of imperial energy and pressure that anyone could feel was conveyed from it.

"Um?"

Meng Chixing raised his eyebrows slightly and looked over: "Why are you here?"

Along with Meng Chixing's calm inquiry, a middle-aged man in a royal robe and majestic expression walked out of the torn space. After walking out, he first bowed to Meng Chixing from afar:

"Meng Shi, something happened to the national teacher."

The visitor was the emperor's uncle Sihanfei who rushed over from the palace.

He is the third largest master in the Mongyuan Empire who is as famous as Meng Chixing and Basiba. Even though the territory of each state is more than billions of miles wide, under the feet of a master like him who has entered the level of immortals on land, he can easily cross layers of space and ignore distance by using a movement of the cave heaven in his body.

"Si Hanfei!"

At this time, Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie on Yashan also recognized the military power overlord of the Demon Yuan Empire, and all showed serious and fearful expressions.

The reason why the Song Dynasty was destroyed was that Si Han Fei made an "indestructible contribution".

His ability to march and set up formations, attack cities and plunder land was far above any general of the Song Dynasty.

Even Song Shuai Zhang Shijie, who was guarding Yashan at this time, had to admit that there was too much difference compared to Si Hanfei.

"How could this person also come to the front line?"

Zhang Shijie's voice sinks:

"Could the Magic Yuan finally launch a general attack?"

They were forced to this Yashan for several years, forming a formation to compete with the dragon fortune. In this case, the magic Yuan also chose to "surround but not attack". Even Si Hanfei, who had previously defeated the Song Dynasty, had left the front line for several years.

Now that we are on the front line, we can tell with our toes that the magic power needs to have new actions.

For a moment, Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie's minds sank to the bottom.

And above the sky of the Demon Yuan Army.

After celebrating Meng Chi, Si Hanfei also had a serious expression and quickly explained the reason why he came here: "The situation of the national master is not right. The emperor is worried that there will be any changes in the plan on Yashan, so his disciples also come to supervise the battle."

After Meng Chixing heard this, his deep eyes, like stars, flashed slightly: "Okay."

But just after he said this, he suddenly felt something and looked at the northern sky:

"Eighteen ancient wolf in the wasteland, even thousands of miles away."

"It's already here."

Si Hanfei also looked over and said:

"Although I don't know what the problem has happened to the Eighth Division, since the prison car has arrived, as expected, the group of Central Plains rebels should be around."

Si Hanfei's eyes swept across the sea like a sword, trying to find something, but it seemed that those people were hiding well.

They didn't know what happened to Basiba, so they could only choose to follow the original plan.

Emperor Meng sent him here for this.

Lu Xiufu and Zhang Shijie on Yashan also felt a breath and looked up at the same time.

Ang~~

The Great Song Dragon Soul, which was surrounding the sky above the Yashan Mountain, suddenly emitted a loud dragon roar, with a strong desire hidden in it, as if it felt a force belonging to the national destiny.

"Why is the dragon fortune so abnormal? Is it..."

The two of them were shocked at the sky above the demonic Yuan at the same time, and saw it through the land gods among the two demonic Yuans, at the end of the sky...

Eighteen black dots appeared.

Gradually, the sound of thunder rang out between heaven and earth.

Boom!

Step by step!

At this moment, all the soldiers in the Yashan dynasties looked up and looked at the deafening eighteen black dots that were as if the ancient Thunder God were traveling, getting closer and closer, revealing the image of a giant beast as big as a mountain.

"It's the ancient wolf in the wasteland!"

The 800,000 grassland demon soldiers were all excited. On those small islands, the sound of wolves was also heard, shaking the airflow, causing the waves of thousands of miles to jump up and the waves were rolled up.

Both of them on the mountain of Yahe changed their colors.

"Eighteen ancient wolf in the wasteland, pulling a cave heaven, who is in that cave heaven?..."

They all thought of something, and there was only the only answer, which made their heartbeat accelerate:

"Among them, is it Wen, Prime Minister Wen?!"

At this time, they all felt an ominous premonition.

The Mo Yuan has not launched a general attack for several years, besieging them here. Now, not only Si Hanfei has arrived at the front line in person, but it seems that he has also brought Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang over here.

What is this to do?

Rumble!!

As the sound of the wild beasts trampling like thunder, a sound came from the Demon Yuan army:
To be continued...