New White Snake Asking Immortals

The fighting on the battlefield was fierce, and the residual power of spells and shock waves were scattered in all directions.

At an inconspicuous mountain pass somewhere, the fisherman girl Feng Ying and her good friends climbed up the mountain cautiously. They peeked out and took a look at the chaotic battlefield. When a strong wind hit, they ran quickly and hid behind the two-story rock. The rock was thick and could at least bring a weak There is a sense of security, and even though you are so far away, you won't be shot innocently.

Feng Ying held the straight knife covered with rags and rust, took out the scrawled map and looked over it.

"It's strange. There is no major military town or monk clan here. Why did it suddenly become a battlefield?"

Rain shrugged.

"Only the devil knows what's going on. There are inexplicable things everywhere in the world."

Suddenly, someone next to me spoke quietly.

"I'm a ghost, but I don't know what's going on. The coffin I've been sleeping in for two hundred years collapsed."

Feng Ying and Yu were so frightened that they almost drew their swords and slashed at it. They sat on the ground and moved back twice. When they looked again, they saw that the stone was densely packed with shadows. Demons, ghosts, and even human monks gathered together. Some of them poked their heads in to watch the fun, and some of them were trembling with their heads on the ground.

Those left behind are the slow ones.

Before, those who burned their essence and blood had already fled thousands of miles away, leaving only the stingy people who couldn't bear to part with their essence and blood.

Before she could ask any more questions, large and small red fireballs passed by above her head. The heat wave and strong wind caused the hair of the two women to dance wildly. A certain timid monster screamed and ran away, but was hit by a fireball. There was movement.

Feng Ying shook her hair to shake off the dust and stones. The sound of fighting outside was too loud, so she could only shout at the demons, monsters and monks.

"Which of you can pass the battlefield? We both want to go to the opposite side!"

Swish.

The shadowy figures all turned their heads to look over, staring at Feng Ying and Yu. Normal eyes, red, white, black, and even eyesless ones were all staring at them, as if they heard something incredible. It was very quiet under the rock.

"..."

Feng Ying blinked and turned to ask Yu, who was also stunned.

"Can't you go through it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of a huge thing breaking through the air in the distance, with a clang that tore the air. Feng Ying, Yu, the demons, ghosts, and monks looked up and saw half of the building ship burning with flames roaring past their heads, with the remaining damage remaining. The magic circle is still working hard to shine and save the ship...

Along with half of the ship came a mess of debris, as well as screaming or dead figures.

The firelight briefly illuminated the faces of the refugees behind the rocks.

The huge broken ship hit the opposite hillside, the solid hull collapsed half of the mountain, and the burning hull mixed with large and small rocks rolled down the mountain.

Yu shook his head.

"I don't think now is a good time to be on the road."

He leaned his back hard against the rock, trying to create a sense of security for himself.

It stands to reason that the scattered fragments of the flying boat and even the corpses are good things, a feast for wasteland plunderers and wanderers. Obviously, no one intends to go out to make a fortune for the time being. The battlefield is not a place for indulgence in a comfortable environment, nor is it a palace for passionate people. There is only death on the battlefield.

There are continuous streams of light flying in the night sky above our heads in an orderly manner, and occasionally we can hear popping sounds from far or near.

That was the sound of flesh falling from a high altitude. The nearest one was a soldier from the Holy Pilgrimage. When he fell, he bounced on the rock. The muffled groan and the sound of broken bones could be heard clearly. He landed not far away, and after a few struggles there was no movement. .

Feng Ying carefully observed the marks on the deceased's armor.

"He was a corps commander from the Holy Dynasty, equivalent to the late Jindan cultivation level. The stab wound from his forehead to his left abdomen was the main cause of death."

"Who is the other army?"

"I don't know. It looks very powerful. Most of the scattered corpses and equipment are from the Holy Dynasty army."

Feng Ying could also see that the other side's army was very powerful.

The ghost next to you opened your mouth.

"Snake demons are all snake demons. They appear very suddenly. They come from the sky and return to the sky after death."

"..."

Although I don’t quite understand it, it sounds strangely mysterious.

The two of them had no choice but to lean against the rock and stare at the top of their heads in a daze. It was very exciting. Various swords, swords, spells, magic weapons and even debris kept passing by. It rained inexplicably. They reached out and touched their cheeks, which were wet.

Put down your hand and take a closer look. It's red blood. What's falling from the sky is not rain, but blood.

Feng Ying wiped away the blood with her fingers.

"War, killing, for what on earth..."

Rain shrugged out of habit.

"For what else? For the interests of the emperor's family. Everything else is just cannon fodder or resources."

"It sounds infuriating and nothing can be done."

Feng Ying recalled the small fishing village, where she worked hard every day to stay alive, and had to face sudden illnesses at any time. She was afraid of injury and natural disasters, and death could appear at any time. She sent away the elderly and even buried young people who had just grown up. You have to work hard to live every moment.

Children whose parents worked hard to raise them with love and sweat died for other people's wealth and power.

I thought about it all the way, but I didn't think of any solution to the farce. I could only place my hope on a distant lonely peak.

Yu smiled helplessly.

"That's right, unless you also become an immortal god. Similarly, immortal gods are also resource tools in the eyes of higher immortal gods."

"I really hope that the troubled times will end soon. I can go back to the fishing village to catch fish and raise ducks, and you can also find your lost memories."

"That day will come."

The two girls leaned on each other and hid behind the rocks, watching the stars disappear all over the sky.

Occasionally, the earth shakes and the mountains shake, perhaps because of the impact of spells or heavy objects on the mountains. No one dares to look out and take a closer look. The chaotic and noisy clashing of weapons is like firecrackers on New Year's Eve. The rain of blood moistens the dry land, and the scattered remains are scattered. Broken limbs adorn the gray earth with bright red flowers.

The ghost huddled up and did not dare to move, perhaps recalling the blown-up coffin.

The monsters whispered and discussed why they couldn't escape. The mountain was somehow extremely strong, and the evil cultivators considered picking on the weak to break their legs to cover their own escape. The demon cultivators calculated whether they had enough blood essence and blood to escape from the battlefield. If not, they would have to Don't devour a few.

Slowly suffering in fear and fear.

Endless fighting...

It was hard to wait until dawn, but the battle became more fierce and stalemate.

Just when Feng Ying and Yu were thinking about eating something, suddenly, the rusty knife in Feng Ying's hand trembled as a warning.

The two looked at each other.

"Get down!"

Just as he lowered his head, a sharp sword energy streaked across the rock as big as a house.

Several tall demon cultivators stood still, their lips trembling, and they watched half of their bodies slowly slipping off, the incisions were smooth and blood-red, and they died unprepared.

Immediately afterwards, the huge rock suddenly collapsed, and the five armor-clad soldiers fell to the ground in embarrassment, holding their weapons and shouting to embolden themselves regardless of their injuries!

"kill……!"

Then, a slender, pointed-eared snake demon soldier wearing exquisite armor flashed. His spear instantly pierced an opponent. He let go, quickly drew his sword out of its sheath and bent down to avoid the incoming weapon. He flexibly got closer, and the light of the sword flashed past two people. People fall!

The violent explosion instantly accelerated and appeared in front of another person, and the tip of Senbai's sword appeared on the opponent's back with blood stains on it!

There was no time to draw the sword.

He turned around and grabbed the blade that the last person stabbed with his hand. The exquisite metal glove broke off and the blade was inserted into his forehead with his backhand. He killed five people in a short period of time.

The movements were crisp, elegant and gentle, and one could tell from the chest and waist that the armor was a woman.

The masked snake demon soldier slowly turned back.

The monsters, monsters and evil cultivators dispersed in a hurry, leaving only Feng Ying and Yu staying in place.

Feng Ying inexplicably felt that his sword was very similar to hers, and their sword skills were similar. Yu didn't feel scared for some reason, and the two of them looked at each other blankly with the female snake demon soldier.

After about two breaths, the female snake demon soldier seemed to have lost her strength.

He knelt down with a thud and fell face down.

It was only then that Feng Ying and Yu saw the wound on her back, and the blood stained the exquisite patterns on her armor. The fight just now was almost the last explosion before Hui Guanghui's death. After she exhausted her strength, she could no longer stand.

The two looked at each other and rushed forward, wanting to save her for some reason.

He quickly dug out various medicinal powders to stop the bleeding, but he didn't know how to unlock the armor, so he could only sprinkle more powder on it. Then he turned over the female snake demon soldier with pointed ears who was wearing a full set of armor. He wanted to feed the elixir but couldn't open the visor.

Feng Ying and Yu were in a hurry.

"How do you open this thing! It can't be opened..."

It was too strong and strong, and the two of them didn't know how to operate it at all.

Very suddenly, the transparent mask stained with dust and the mouth area turned red. She was coughing up blood!

His chest heaved violently, and his legs trembled, making puddles on the ground.

"Hurry... open it quickly..."

The two girls groped anxiously, and finally reached the expansion position. There was a click, and the red-stained visor opened and lifted upwards.

When I opened the visor, I discovered that it was a very beautiful girl.

Very young, with fair skin, red phoenix eyes, and heroic sword-shaped eyebrows. What is strange is that even if he has a serious wound and coughs up blood in his nose, he still has no expression of pain. In fact, he can't even see his expression at all. He coughs up blood with his eyes open.

"Take the healing elixir quickly! Hurry..."

Before she could finish her words, the pointed-eared snake demon girl stopped coughing up blood, half of her pretty face stained red by blood became quiet, and her whole body's struggling movements stopped.

Feng Ying and Yudai were stunned and at a loss.

The two of them knelt beside the quiet corpse, and that young and beautiful face seemed incompatible with war.

Before the two of them could say anything, a beam of light suddenly appeared covering the corpse of the young snake demon soldier. The white beam of light rose straight into the sky. Feng Ying and Yu did not feel any danger. They watched as a translucent void that was exactly the same as the snake demon girl appeared in the corpse. Ying, slender, young, beautiful...

The phantom was swept up by the light beam and flew into the sky quickly. The light beam quickly disappeared. In front of the corpse of the snake demon soldier, the two of them understood the meaning of that nonsense.

Feng Ying and Yu were a little confused, and returned to the rock without monsters and monsters in low spirits.

Carefully, he stuck his head out and scanned the vast battlefield, and saw light beams rising into the sky and disappearing one after another. On the other hand, if the Holy Dynasty died, it would die.

Yu rubbed his head and remembered something.

"It's very similar to the original heaven. After death, the souls of heavenly soldiers and generals will return and have the opportunity to be reborn. Maybe they will retain some of their memories."

Feng Ying recalled the corpses covering the lake in the early morning in the fishing village, and the dead bones that could be seen everywhere on the road.