Chapter 681 He went into the fire
Chen Ling didn't know how long he had been waiting.
He only knew that the war in the distance was getting more and more intense, and that the rain in Liuzhen was getting colder and colder... At this moment, he realized that they might not come again.
Chen Ling slowly stood up from the chair, feeling empty in his heart. Just as he was about to return to the house of the Dusk Society, a slight sound of footsteps came from the house behind him.
I saw an old man with a cane walking under the eaves and looking at the red clothes in the rain.
Chen Ling was slightly startled when he saw the old man.
"Oh, I recognize you!" The old man looked at Chen Ling for a long time, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, "You are my good grandson's friend who collects firewood! You are a clown! Even if you don't wear makeup, I can recognize you!"
The first time Chen Ling came here, he had seen this old woman. She was Li Qingshan's grandmother. Because one of her eyes was fake, Chen Ling had a deep impression of her... Now it seems that although this grandmother is old, her memory is still quite good.
Seeing this, Chen Ling immediately asked:
"Grandma, have Li Qingshan and the others come back?"
"Are you looking for my good grandson? He came back... but then he left again. He also said that if any friends come here to look for him, they should take him to the house to rest first..."
Chen Ling's heart skipped a beat,
"What about him? Where did he go?"
"He..."
The old woman slowly turned her head, and her cloudy eyes reflected the raging war in the distance.
She raised her hand tremblingly and pointed there and said:
"... He went into the flames."
...
Hongchen Main City.
Continuous fire rain fell from the black clouds, attached to the muddy land and the withered jungle, turning the outside of the main city wall into a sea of fire!
The raging fire was like a wave, madly hitting the main city wall, but it could never break into it...On the wall, several architects joined forces to activate the sacred way, and a huge colorful scroll was like a screen, barely resisting the erosion of the flames.
"Damn... How did they come so fast?!" An architect said with sweat on his forehead.
"The front line should have completely collapsed, and all the halls have lost contact... I'm afraid..."
"Even the halls have failed. Can we stop them with our manpower?"
"How can we stop them... Otherwise, let's run quickly?"
"Run? There are people from the Wuji Realm everywhere. Where can you run? Even if you run out, can you travel thousands of miles in the Gray Realm to other realms?"
"We have no way out. If we can't stop them, we will die together!"
"..."
Many architects gritted their teeth and pushed their own divine ways to the extreme. Then, black-robed wizards fell from the flames, carrying all kinds of strange skills and crashed into the city wall!
Boom boom boom--! !
The roars that came one after another resounded through the sky, and the entire battlefield was in chaos.
The fight between Qingshendao and Wushendao reduced the city walls to ruins. In the chaos, tall silver figures passed through the flames at an astonishing speed, rushed into the main city like a passing locust, and then quickly dispersed.
Fushenghui had limited manpower. In the process of resisting the Witchcraft Association, they had no time to stop those silver monsters. They could only watch them rush into the city and start slaughtering along the streets.
"The Red Dust Realm... is over." Seeing this, an architect's eyes flashed with despair.
At the same time, a figure stepping on a wild goose quickly passed through the sky!
It was a pale-faced boy. He stood on the wild goose outlined by the brush, overlooking the city wall below with a very ugly face.
His fingertips quickly outlined in the void, and the next moment, the "human"-shaped wild goose array swooped down quickly, crashing into some silver monsters that had not yet dispersed. A series of roaring explosions swept across the battlefield, directly blowing them into pieces!
The blinding fire tore a gap in the battlefield, and the terrifying atmosphere was surging. All the architects of Fu Sheng Hui were stunned and looked up at the sky blankly.
The young man jumped down from the back of the wild goose.
As his figure landed lightly, the ground under his feet suddenly twisted, and a huge field opened up!
The battlefield in front of the city wall seemed to be forcibly compressed and flattened, gradually turning into a thin scroll. Everyone saw the figure of the young man rising rapidly in a dizzy state... He seemed to be independent of this time and space, holding a black brush in his hand, and his eyes were as hot as the sun!
"I am Lin Xi, the ninth hall of Fu Sheng Hui." The young man's voice was like thunder.
"Next, I will command the battlefield!"
As the voice fell, the young man's building-sized brush broke through the scroll and suddenly touched the nearest black-robed wizard. The latter's figure exploded on the spot, and blood mixed with colorful ink stains splashed, and finally turned into countless birds and snakes, rushing to various places on the battlefield.
"The Ninth Hall?!"
Hearing these four words, many members of Fu Sheng Hui were shocked, and some newcomers who joined later were confused.
"Didn't he defect? How come he is here?"
"He seems to be on our side... No matter what, he was once a hall, so he shouldn't turn around and attack Hongchen."
"Except for the chief, he should be the last hall in Hongchen Realm..."
"..."
When the war was burning, everyone had no time to question Plum Blossom 8. Soon, they followed the opponent's deployment and began to fill the gaps in the city wall in an orderly manner, fighting against the black robe witchcraft attacking from all directions.
Plum Blossom 8, who opened his domain, was already independent on the battlefield, with authority similar to the second hall, and could overlook the overall situation...
Although this still could not reverse the disadvantage in terms of numbers, at least it could reduce the number of enemies that broke into the main city of Hongchen, and also delay the chief for a little more time.
Just as Plum Blossom 8 was fighting bravely, he seemed to notice something and looked in a certain direction.
I saw a tall figure wearing a robe and armor breaking through the sea of fire and approaching here rapidly. Behind him were a number of mighty flags dancing wildly in the wind!
"Is it him?!" An architect saw the figure and was surprised.
"Didn't he run away... Why is he back again?"
On the battlefield between Qingshendao and Wushendao, a figure of Xishendao suddenly appeared, which really attracted many people's attention... Li Qingshan swept his eyes across the battlefield, but did not stop, but locked the group of silver monsters who broke into the main city and scattered around, and rushed into the city without hesitation!
Li Qingshan knew very well that with his own rank, it would be difficult to survive in the battlefield outside the city. He would be unable to resist any confrontation in any field.
In this case, he might as well go directly into the city and chase the group of silver monsters... Although a little weak, Li Qingshan is not invincible against them.
Seeing that the general flag figure approaching the main city, many architects were hesitating whether to stop it,
But the next moment, the voice of Plum Blossom 8 came from the air:
"... Let him in."