Lin Fan watched as Izanagi's spiritual incarnation wailed, and was dragged away with happy laughter by the spiritual incarnations of his ancestors from all eras.

They smiled so brightly, as if they had got interesting toys.

"You are such enthusiastic ancestors. I, Daxia, am truly worthy of being a country of etiquette for five thousand years."

"For Izanagi's ray of divine will to be received so warmly, he should be able to feel Daxia's enthusiasm."

"With so many people enthusiastically playing with him, he should be very happy too."

Lin Fan sighed with emotion, and then his mind returned to his body. .??.

Lin Fan, who had his eyes closed cross-legged, opened his eyes. At this moment, the ten-fist sword in his hand vibrated.

The Ten Fist Sword, which had lost Izanagi's divine will, was instantly entangled with Shura chains, and Shura's divine power was poured into it without any hindrance!

"Buzz!"

The sword screamed like a wail, and the next moment, the blazing fire on the Ten Fist Sword suddenly dimmed!

immediately.

"boom!"

Dark flames rose up from the sword body, burning fiercely!

"call."

"success!"

Lin Fan suddenly exhaled a breath. At this moment, he punched ten punches on the left and a pheasant on the right!

The flames of the Ten Fist Sword are pitch black, and the blade of the Grass Pheasant Sword is like ink!

These two killing weapons, which are rendered like an abyss, are Shura knives that have been completely controlled by Shura!

At the same time, the ghosts and gods behind Lin Fan also had two dark swords in their hands!

Astonishingly, the Ten Fist Sword and the Grass Pheasant Sword are exactly the same!

A feeling of destiny connection instantly appeared in his heart, and Lin Fan slashed towards the sky!

Swing your sword like a sword!

"Roar!"

The phantoms of ghosts and gods also raised their swords and slashed, looking up to the sky and roaring!

"Whoosh!"

The blade of the Pheasant Sword burst out, and the dark edge instantly penetrated the space, spanning a thousand meters, and the thick clouds in the sky were cut neatly, as if a god had divided the clouds into two halves!

Cao Pheasant Sword, also known as Tian Congyun!

Wisps of skylight fell from the gap, shining on Lin Fan.

"After being tempered by Shura's divine power, it becomes more powerful than before after becoming the Shura Sword!"

"Without using the first blade, these two Shura knives are my best weapons."

Lin Fan exhaled and put away the two Shura knives with satisfaction.

Immediately, Lin Fan bowed in the distance: "Thank you, ancestors!"

After all, with Lin Fan's current strength, there is no way he can erase the ray of spiritual thought left by Izanagi on the Ten Fist Sword.

Fortunately, behind him is Daxia!

It has a splendid history of five thousand years, and it is the Great Xia that has given birth to heroes of countless eras!

Although their bodies are sleeping, their spiritual thoughts are enough to deal with the ray of divine thoughts that Izanagi attached to the Juken Sword!

It’s not that Izanagi is not strong. After all, he is also the father of the gods of the Takamagahara pantheon. But facing the powerful existence of Daxia in every era, he can only be reduced to an indestructible toy...

Therefore, Lin Fan directly refined Tiancongyun in Daxia just to guard against Izanagi's divine will!

It is precisely because of the support of his ancestors that Lin Fan faced Izanagi's divine will without any fear...

"I got two Shura knives."

"The ancestors are also very happy, they got a toy that won't break."

"Izanagi should also be very happy..."

"Triple win!"

Lin Fan calmed down his thoughts and then looked at Mr. Jin.

Jin Lao still hugged the cold body tightly, but his emotions seemed to have calmed down a lot.

Lin Fan walked over, jumped into the snow pit, and put his hand on Mr. Jin's shoulders: "Old Jin, don't be too sad."

Finished.

Lin Fan slowly raised his right hand towards the cold body lying at the gate of the country and saluted straightly!

"Lin Fan, I came here to take Mr. home home!"

In an instant, the surrounding gunmen raised their right hands and loudly shouted: "Take Mr. home!"

Everyone's eyes are red!

This is the senior who gave his life for Daxia!

This is the senior who nourished this land with his own blood!

Today's Daxia still stands tall and tall because of these seniors!

How can we let him sleep in the ice and snow at the gate of the country?

Jin Lao also slowly raised his head, looked at the very familiar face, and slowly held the hand extended by the body.

"Old group."

"As you can see, Daxia is now powerful."

"There is no need for you to lie at the gate of the country and protect Daxia anymore."

"Soldiers no longer need to lie in the ice and snow and eat fried noodles like we did in the past."

"Have you seen it?" Mr. Jin turned around and pointed

The Great Wall of the North, which stood on the top of the mountain and stood tall in the ice and snow, and was about to be completed, said softly: "There will be a place where the soldiers will be the enemy of winter!"

"There is floor heating and hot pot there."

"You may not know," Mr. Jin babbled as if he was showing off to an old friend: "Floor heating is the heating on the ground. Oh, we didn't even have heating at that time. You may not know what heating is..."

"In short, it will be as warm as spring there. Soldiers don't need to crawl on the ice and snow. They will have warm quilts and steaming food!"

"We, Daxia, no longer need soldiers lying in the ice and snow, fighting for Daxia in the cold!"

"Even if winter invades, I, Daxia, will be the warm support of the soldiers and provide them with warmth!"

"Old group...have you seen that this Great Xia is just as you imagined, no, it is even more prosperous than you imagined!"

"We now have a 500-meter-high wall in Daxia, the Great Wall of the North, and the Great Steel Wall. We repel the ocean, and we kill the gods!"

"We no longer need you lying at the gate of the country, and our soldiers no longer need to lie in the ice and snow like you."

"Look at these young warriors. They are even more powerful than we were back then. Their training and their fighting abilities are much better than ours! To be honest, when I was young, I probably wouldn't be able to survive in their hands.

Ten moves.”

"Furthermore, you may not know that your granddaughter has a child, and that child is not only an excellent commander... but now he is one of the gods of Great Xia. Haha, I will let her see it when she comes home next time.

You. Haha, when she was little, she kept asking me why my surname was Jin and her surname was Situ. I didn’t know how to answer it at that time."

"It's okay now, I can answer her."

"Old group, come with me, I will take you home."

"It's warm at home."

Jin Lao said softly.

Time and space seem to overlap at this moment, and the insurmountable river of time seems to be reversed.

Back then, the old regiment leader crawled in the ice and snow, wore a thin cotton coat stuffed with leaves, endured hunger, just to die in the summer!

The cold was biting, and no one knew how hungry and cold he was.

Perhaps he had been thinking about the warmth of home, the stove, and hot water, and finally persisted here.

Maybe a mouthful of hot water is a luxury for him!

And now.

In the same place, the construction of the 500-meter Winter Great Wall is about to be completed!

Face the cold winter and stand firm in the ice and snow!

There are warm floor heating, soft beds, scalding hot pots, steaming meals, and hot water at the ready!

Although it stands in the cold wind, it is extremely warm, and the steaming heat makes the ice and snow melt!
To be continued...