"General, the 300,000 troops of Zhurigu entered the Lancang River from Qingfengkou. Within one day, they went downstream and attacked thousands of miles. The demon clan was defeated in all directions!"

Zhao Yang landed on the wave-piercing battleship, and Guan Quan and others stepped forward to report.

The few people's faces were flushed and they couldn't help but tremble.

This day was really enjoyable!

Zhao Yang nodded heavily, turned around and looked at Dajiang, and shouted in a low voice: "Brothers, go!"

"Buzz--"

Thirty thousand soldiers who remained on the dam, who were in the Shura tribe, flew up.

Zhao Yang waved his arm, and the dark tombstones spread on the upper floors on the embankment floated up and fell on the warships.

Zhao Yang's eyes swept through the names on these tombstones, a little familiar and a little unrecognizable. But at this moment, he seemed to see the smiling faces of the generals and soldiers when the guards changed every day: "Brother Sun, take care of yourself!"

"Brothers, let's drive the demon clan out of the Lancang River together!"

The sound of spirit stones activated on all the warships, and the three hundred giant ships that had just slowed down began to move at high speed again, rushing straight downstream.

"It's another Liu Qilin..."

On the dam, the black-robed priests were filled with horror, mixed with unconcealed joy.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

...

The roar that resounded through the world did not stop, and the combo of the three hundred wave-slashing warships was no one resisted.

Even those demons of the Nascent Soul level can only retreat in disgrace in front of such power.

Three thousand miles a night.

The river water of three thousand miles is full of red.

The rising sun rises from the east, and the river is filled with joy.

"Zhuriwei--"

"day by day!"

On the deck and on the dam, all the human race roared wildly, venting the anger and unwillingness of being suppressed and bullied for thousands of years.

A fleet of three hundred wave-slashing warships crossed the river and went straight down the river, and the demon clans ahead retreated in groups.

"Zhao Yang, the military marquis has an order that they must not chase out of the Zhenhaiwei defense line." A warrior wearing seventh-grade armor flew up from the embankment, landed outside the golden barrier, and shouted loudly at Zhao Yang.

"The military marquis has an order? Take it to me!" Zhao Yang stared at the general and said coldly.

"You-" the general was stunned, with a hint of anger on his face.

"Since there is no military order letter, then you should retreat!" Zhao Yang waved his hand, and the army's warship drove downstream without slowing down.

"Zhao Yang, we must put the overall situation of the human race first. You should know that you are quick for a while, and the human beings who died or injured in the end!" The war general was shaken open by the golden barrier, widened his eyes and shouted loudly.

Zhao Yang turned his face, remained silent for a long time, and whispered to himself: "I care about the overall situation of you, I only have an explanation..."

"boom--"

The golden beam of light roared again.

Block the river guard.

Demon-Suppressing Guard.

Yuhaiwei.

...

No matter whether it is persuasion or interception, no one can hinder the fleet's advance.

"Sir, there is the sea entrance ahead!"

Guan Quan pointed at the vast blue front with an excited look on his face and said loudly.

The blood-red river water flows into the sea there.

Nether sea.

"At that time, Liu Qilin was surrounded and killed there." Zhao Yang looked up and looked at the vast water surface. A vigorous murderous intent rose in his eyes.

"I'll do what you didn't do today!"

"boom--"

Under each golden beam of light, countless demons were killed.

Withdraw, and withdrew from the Lancang River and gave the river occupied by tens of millions of years to the human race.

If it does not retreat, it can only turn into powder in the irresistible torrent of golden light.

"Wow—"

Zhao Yang waved his hand and a pile of top-quality spirit stones fell down.

"All warships attack at full speed, don't save me!"

"boom--"

The warship roared wildly, and the inspiration illuminated the entire sky. Three hundred warships moved forward firmly and slowly advanced.

Lancang River, sea estuary.

"Zhao Yang, the demon clan has issued a ceasefire request, and the army is not allowed to go out to sea."

In the sky, a huge shadow of ten feet was displayed. A golden armor of spirit light was covered with jade dragon crowns that could only be worn by high-level generals of the Dayu Dynasty.

"Who are you?" Zhao Yang looked coldly at the giant shadow blocking in front of him.

"Benhou Tang Ziyi is in charge of Zhenhaiwei."

"Mr. Junhou..." Zhao Yang nodded and bowed with fists: "I want to go to the Netherworld Sea to see."

The giant shadow swept his eyes on Zhao Yang's face, pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "You should know that for thousands of years, no human army has crossed the Lancang River and stepped into the Nether Sea."

"I want to give it a try."

Zhao Yang slowly raised his hand, and the golden light on all the warships behind him appeared. A huge barrier opened, smashing the giant shadow blocking ahead and entering the sea!

The giant shadow, who was knocked away, looked at the fleet rushing straight into the sea, and his face changed. After a long time, he whispered: "Junior Brother Qilin, have you seen it..."

The fleet set off endless turbid waves and rushed towards the dim sea of ​​darkness.

"Buzz--"

At the edge of the river and the sea, a gray curtain opens, covered with countless spiritual patterns.

This curtain separates the rivers and seas and also blocks the fleet's road ahead.

"Imperial Order: Zhao Yang, the guerrilla general of Zhenhaiwei, has made outstanding achievements in combat and was promoted to the seventh battalion of Zhenhaiwei, and is the seventh-rank general of Dingyuan."

"The entire Zhuriwei guards of the 7th Battalion of Zhenhaiwei under Zhaoyang will rotate into the defense zone, and there must be no mistakes."

Lines of words appear on the curtain, and the stream of light flashes.

Heroic Spirit Banner.

"General, what should I do?" Guan Quan and others looked at Zhao Yang standing on the bow of the ship and asked in a low voice.

Through the curtain transformed by the Hero Spirit Banner, you can see Zhang Huang's confused demon clan and the vast sea.

Only through this curtain.

"Are you willing?"

Zhao Yang whispered to himself.

"What did the general say?"

"Are you willing?" Zhao Yang's voice increased, and everyone on the entire warship could hear it.

No one answered.

"Are you willing?"

Zhao Yang roared wildly, and all the warships on both sides of the river could be heard clearly.

No one answered.

"Are you willing..."

Zhao Yang looked at the heroic spirit banner in front of him and gently stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the spiritual patterns on it.

The heroic spirit banner floated gently, silently.

I am just a passerby, whether it is this world or Zhenhaiwei. I have been training soldiers crazy these days, killing demon clans, and watching the robes beside me die one by one. Are they really flesh and blood people?

Will this world be a dream? What is the meaning of your own persistence...
To be continued...