Outside of Time

The fighting on the earth is getting more intense at this moment. Although the Shenglan tribe is coming fiercely, with the blessing of Fenghai County's golden net and the roar of countless magic weapons, the legions retreat in an orderly manner.

There were even war puppets that a large number of monks gathered themselves into and rushed out to respond.

These puppets range from big to small, ranging from a thousand feet to a few tens of feet. Each one contains multiple formations, and the number of monks gathered inside them is also different.

There are thousands of people in many cases, and nearly a hundred in small numbers.

For example, those who killed the reapers before were these war puppets.

The monks included, each other's cultivations became one, and they exploded with combat power comparable to that of Lingzang at different stages. Looking at it, there were tens of thousands of large and small puppets.

So soon, the human legions on the battlefield, under this continuous retreat, approached the golden net and quickly retreated into it.

At the same time, the Red Spirit Emperor in the sky looked at the palace master and once again heard a voice like the power of heaven.

"Kong Liangxiu, the Heitian Clan and the Human Clan are also at war at the moment. The scale of the domain battle is far greater than here. Therefore, the Human Clan Imperial Capital Territory is unable to come to help, and you don't need to wait. You don't have reinforcements."

"As for the battle in the human royal capital, all the major clans in Wanggu Continent are waiting and watching. As long as your human race shows the slightest sign of decline, the clans will rise up and destroy your human race."

"Do you know the reason for all this?" Hong Ling said calmly.

"Because the Yanyue Xuantian Dynasty among the Wanggu supreme clan, the 400,000-year hunting ceremony of the founding of the country is coming soon, and the ancient agreement is about to expire. No clan wants to be its prey, so at this time, no one The human race of the War Territory Treasure is naturally the best sacrifice. If you are sent up, the race will be stable for another hundred thousand years."

"So...Kong Liangxiu, the situation is over and you don't have much time. I can give you a chance to surrender to our Shenglan clan. This is the only way for you to protect Fenghai County."

These words from the Red Spirit Emperor's mouth were not only addressed to the Master of the Sword Holding Palace, but spread throughout the entire battlefield. They even penetrated the golden net and fell on the ears of all the human monks here.

Obviously, this is an intentional move.

In an instant, everyone who heard it was shocked. Hong Ling's words had the mysterious power to make people feel uncontrollably desperate.

"In order to destroy my resistance in Fenghai County, I have spoken such ridiculous words as an emperor. Emperor Hongling, you are in a hurry."

The Palace Master's voice was as calm as ever, without any ripples, just like a rock that could still calm the sea despite the impact of the stormy waves.

At this moment, with the reverberation, the human monks in Fenghai County were quickly calmed down by the waves caused by Hong Ling's words.

In the next moment, the figure of the palace master stepped out of the sky. He raised his right hand and the imperial sword beside him shone brightly. It changed shape and turned into a spear. After being held by him, he went straight to Hongling.

As they intertwined with each other, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and they directly reached the sky. Although their figures were quickly invisible on the battlefield below, the fluctuations coming from the sky were extremely violent.

The fighting on the battlefield is also continuing.

After all the human legions retreated, the forbidden light of the county shone brightly. Forbidden magic weapons from all the sects in Fenghai County transformed into weapon spirits on the big net, exploded in full force, and roared towards the outside world, trying to stop the incoming force.

But Fenghai County is a county after all, far inferior to a region of the Shenglan Clan, so the rhythm from beginning to end is on the side of the Shenglan Clan.

Even though they are facing only the Red Spirit Kingdom now, it is still difficult to resist. They can only hold on reluctantly, delaying the collapse and waiting for the arrival of reinforcements from the imperial capital.

Time passes slowly like this.

Seven days passed quickly.

This regular battle has continued until now. No matter night or day, the roar echoes all the time and the fighting continues.

Although the palace master did not return, under the arrangements of the deputy palace master and the elders of the sword-holding court of each state, everything was still in order, and the defense line finally stood firm after experiencing several collapses.

Most of the fifth line of defense thousands of miles away in the rear has been built.

As for Xu Qing, he has entered the battlefield more than once, adapted to the rhythm of war, and is familiar with the changes in each legion. He has also killed a lot of enemies, and injuries are inevitable.

Although the purple crystal has recovered, the mental fatigue cannot be dissipated. It can only continue to accumulate in the heart, blocking the throat and making people silent.

He also met Lingzang monks from the Shenglan tribe on the battlefield several times.

Fortunately, he didn't go too deep and barely managed to survive, but he was seriously injured and nearly died once.

Finally, he met Kong Xianglong and joined Kong Xianglong's team. Together with Shan Hezi and hundreds of others, he controlled a war puppet and participated in the battlefield more deeply.

Under the crazy attack of the Shenglan tribe, Fenghai County had no time to rest for seven days. With such an intensity of war, everyone's nerves were tense.

There was only a short rest time when the legions changed. At this moment, Kong Xianglong would lie on the ground, looking at the sky in a daze, without saying a word.

The same goes for Shan Hezi. He usually doesn't like drinking. At this time, he was leaning on the huge scarred puppet, drinking with a stubble on his face.

It was clear that he was still young, but his face was full of vicissitudes of life.

Xu Qing heard that Wang Chen... died in battle half a month ago, on the third day after Ye Ling died.

It is to support Shanhezi.

His bones were not found during the inter-war period when both sides were cleaning up the battlefield. They were mixed with countless bodies of flesh and blood, leaving no intact corpse.

Xu Qing silently raised his head and looked into the distance. The world was dark, with red light shining from time to time, and a deafening roar filling everything he could see.

In that direction, there is another front line in the western theater, and it is also where Ying Huangzhou's army goes to guard.

The captain is there, and so is the ancestor of Xue Lianzi.

"I hope they are fine." Xu Qing murmured in his heart.

He was unable to transmit messages through jade slips. On the battlefield, this was restricted, and only battle reports could be transmitted.

Suppression, silence, everything, is the rhythm of this battlefield.

The rest time is very short.

As the dispatch order came, Kong Xianglong got up and without saying a word, he walked straight towards the war puppet, which was filled with flesh and blood and had numerous damages.

This is already the seventh puppet they have replaced in seven days.

Shanhezi carefully put the wine bottle away and walked away.

Xu Qing stood up silently, boarded the puppet together with hundreds of monks gathered around, and sat down cross-legged inside.

As the cultivation spread, the puppet's whole body shook in an instant, and slowly released its coercion. It stepped towards the battlefield and walked out amid the shaking of the ground.

During this movement, a lot of minced meat spilled from the gaps in the puppet's joints. There were cutters inside, but most of them were the flesh and blood of Shenglan monks.

After falling to the ground, he was crushed again by the war puppet coming from behind.

The part of the war puppet Xu Qing is in charge of is the left hand, which holds the power of destruction.

At this moment, sitting cross-legged inside, Xu Qing looked at the battlefield getting closer and closer through the light curtain guarding the surface. Unknowingly, his expression became a little more numb like everyone else.

Until when passing by the Abandoned Puppet Mountain, Xu Qing saw that there was no living person there.

The body of the lame old man who had told him that he would come back alive was lying on an abandoned puppet mountain, covered in purple and black, which were traces of being submerged by the alien.

Xu Qing had seen too many such corpses in Nanhuang Continent.

For battlefields with tens of millions of people, it would be difficult for anyone else to detect a person's death except for his comrades in the team and the record officer.

Death was silent.

Xu Qing was silent. The next moment, the puppet he was in rushed out of the golden net. Together with tens of thousands of identical puppets, they gathered into an army and rushed away.

time flies.

At dusk on the tenth day, the palace owner returned.

His appearance made the morale of the people in Fenghai County rise significantly, and everyone seemed to have a glimmer of light in their eyes.

In this regular battle, with the return of the Palace Master, the Shenglan Clan chose to rest and recuperate, and there was a hiatus.

During this period, both sides will dispatch small teams to retrieve as many bodies as possible from their side on the battlefield. Although there will be friction and fighting after encountering them, in the final analysis, they will instinctively choose to avoid them.

Xu Qing also left Kong Xianglong's team, and he was recalled to the main account by the palace master.

When he saw the palace master again, he didn't see any signs of injury on the palace master. There was even a strong fire of life in his eyes, and the evil aura on his body was even stronger.

This is unreasonable.

The battle between the Palace Master and the Red Spirit Emperor lasted for so long, there was no way there would be no injuries.

Xu Qing looked at the Palace Master, hesitated for a moment, and then quietly informed him of the information he had investigated in Chaoxia Prefecture. At the same time, he took out the Palace Master's token and handed it out with both hands.

The palace owner took it, looked at it in his hand, and threw it to Xu Qing.

"There are two tokens in total. You can take this one. It may be able to provide you with self-protection in the future. Even if a new county guard arrives, all permissions on this token will be revoked, but I give this token It has the power to activate the forbidden magic weapon once and cannot be cancelled."

"Palace Master..." Xu Qing looked at the old man in front of him, with waves rising in his heart.

"Xu Qing, you have mastered the battlefield these days, right?" The palace master interrupted Xu Qing's words, raised his head, his expression was serious, but he sighed in his heart.

He was very optimistic about Xu Qing. He originally planned to pay long-term attention and train him well so that he could eventually become one of his successors. However, the arrival of the war changed everything.

Time is running out.

"I already understand." Xu Qing lowered his head and spoke softly.

"Then, you continue to make the accompanying orders and record them now!" The palace owner looked outside the tent and spoke calmly.

Xu Qing immediately said yes and took out the jade slip for recording.

"Instruct the Sixth Army and the Seventh Army to retreat ten thousand miles and station themselves on the fifth line of defense."

"Send an order to welcome the legions from Huangzhou and Quzhaozhou, retreat thirty-eight thousand miles, and station themselves in the Yuheng Mountains."

"Instruct the Fourth and Fifth Army Corps to retreat 70,000 miles and station themselves at the border of Yutian Prefecture."

"Invite the Criminal and Prison Department to disperse throughout Linlan Prefecture, eliminate all black-clothed guards, and clear the route to Yutian Prefecture."

"Send an order to Yutian Prefecture, asking them to activate the large-scale teleportation array from this moment on!"

"Secretly order the first legion to go to Yutian and Qiling Prefecture's ground line to check the burning situation of the ground fire and speed up the evacuation of the common people in the two prefectures."

When Xu Qing heard this, he raised his head and looked at the palace master.

"Palace Master, in this case, only the Sword Holding Palace and the second and third legions are left here."

The palace master closed his eyes and spoke calmly.

"Go and give the order!"

Xu Qing bowed his head and backed away. When he was about to walk out of the tent, he couldn't help but speak softly.

"Palace Master, Brother Kong has been in a bit of a low mood recently..."

The palace owner said nothing.

Xu Qing waited for a moment and left silently.

After he left, the palace owner opened his eyes. The strong fire of life that had been revealed in his eyes dimmed rapidly at this moment, but was quickly rekindled, at the cost of the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Outside the tent, Xu Qing saw Kong Xianglong standing there.

Kong Xianglong looked at Xu Qing, nodded, and walked in as the voice of summons came from the tent.

Looking at the lonely Kong Xianglong, Xu Qing sighed in his heart, but he had to put away his mind, summoned the Shuling Commander, and started to pass the order.

In this way, the time on the battlefield passed day by day.

The war is still going on and is becoming more and more intense. While casualties are increasing sharply every day, as legions are being transferred out one by one, the military camp is also much emptier than usual.

There were only corpses, piled up one after another, more and more.

Xu Qing walked in the military camp and moved forward silently. Twenty-three days had passed since he arrived at the battlefield.

In the past twenty-three days, he had seen too many deaths, countless miseries, and hell on earth, and he had long been accustomed to the roaring in his ears.

Today is another gap period between the two sides fighting. He plans to come here to find some people to join his Shuling Division.

Because Shu Lingsi still has the responsibility to accompany him in battle, hundreds of people have died so far.

Now there is not enough left.

Thinking of the number of war deaths he saw every day, Xu Qing's steps became a little heavy. The palace master came to his mind, and it was obvious that something was getting more and more wrong with him.

No one thinks that the fire of life can be so strong, and the evil spirit emanating from the body is gradually covered by the fire of life.

Xu Qing's eyes showed sadness.

As a monk, even if he didn't see it at first, he naturally understood it after so long.

The palace master is burning his own potential, burning at all costs, and the terrifying power gained after this burning is not released by the palace master, but remains in the body, as if gathering momentum.

"Will the reinforcements from the imperial capital really not come?" Xu Qing murmured in his heart. This question was also the common desire of all Fenghai County humans on the battlefield.

Even though Xu Qing was a Shu Ling and knew a lot of information about the battlefield, he didn't know anything about it...

After a while, Xu Qing sighed in his heart. As he walked past the corpses, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look not far away.

There were two skeletons there. They hugged each other before death. There were many wounds on their bodies, and they were even more heterogeneous. But at this moment, even though they were sacrificed, they still did not let go of each other.

Even though they only had their upper bodies left.

Xu Qing walked over silently and stood there, looking at the two corpses for a long, long time.

"Senior Brother Chen..."

The two corpses hugging each other were Chen Tinghao and his Taoist couple.

When Xu Qing came to the front line more than 20 days ago, they saw them. At that time, Chen Ting was injured and his Taoist companions were bandaging him. After seeing Xu Qing, they even smiled at Xu Qing.

But now, heaven and man are separated forever.

Xu Qing waved his hand and took off the cloak of his Taoist robe and covered the two corpses. After more than ten breaths, he murmured softly.

"rest in peace."

Xu Qing closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had left here. At this moment, the horn of a new round of war came from the battlefield, and the war began again.

The rhythm and frequency are obviously accelerated.

"Full operation of the forbidden magic weapon, releasing 70% of the forbidden power of each sect!"

"Command the war puppet to use discarded weapons as disposable weapons and throw them onto the battlefield!"

"Tell the sword holder to prepare the Imperial Sword!"

"The magical thorns within the defense line will unleash the power of the third level, divided into five batches, and stab the battlefield by the roots."

"Notify the entire army to prepare to evacuate to the fifth line of defense."

Outside the big tent, the palace master was wearing armor and standing there giving orders. At this moment of battle, his spiritual thoughts could change the color of the world. There was no need for the scribe to convey the decrees one by one. All arrangements were made in his mind. between.

But what he sees is the whole. Due to his energy, the details cannot be meticulous.

At this time, Xu Qing needs to arrange for suitable Shuling Division disciples to go to the battlefield immediately to coordinate and supervise the battle, and to collect the information and return, so that the palace master can confirm and judge the battle situation.

Soon, the fighting between the two sides on the battlefield continued to break out. This time it was more difficult than before. On the one hand, seeing it with his own eyes, and on the other hand, the summary of information from various areas of the battlefield gave Xu Qing a feeling that the building was about to collapse.

"Palace Master, the level of fatigue of the monks from the Shenglan Clan is wrong! The amount of black snow is also wrong, it is 50% thicker than at the same time in the past!"

"Based on the battle damage, the operation of their magic weapons, and the difference in formation from the past...Shu Lingsi analyzed that the Shenglan tribe has reinforcements secretly joining in!"

Almost at the same time Xu Qing spoke, in the sky, in the far north, in a distant place, a violent storm swept across the sky, connected to the earth, and roared towards the battlefield.

In an instant, the rain rolled up between heaven and earth in the storm and fell on the battlefield.

This rain is blood rain.

It blows from the far north.

At the same time, a rapid buzzing sound came from Xu Qing's sword, and a battle report from the northern theater came to this place with unprecedented urgency.

Xu Qing's breathing was rapid, and after checking, his mind roared instantly. With his concentration, his expression also changed drastically in an instant, and Ling Jian instinctively grasped him to death.

Outside the big tent, in addition to the palace master, there were also the deputy palace master, two deacons and the sword-wielding elders of the second and third legions.

They also noticed something was wrong and looked sharply at Xu Qing and the palace master.

The palace master's body trembled slightly, and it was obvious that the information Xu Qing received had been perceived by him through the authority of the county capital realm magic weapon.

He had always been like a rock. At the time of the greatest crisis in the entire Fenghai County, the Master of the Sword-holding Palace, who was like a needle in the sea, showed sadness for the first time in front of everyone.

In this sorrow, he looked to the north.

But whether it was trembling or sadness, it only lasted for a moment. In the next moment, all these fragile emotions were cut away by the Master of the Sword Holding Palace.

His body is still upright, his spine is still straight, his expression is still serious, and his eyes are still firm.

"Palace Master..." The sword-wielding elder of the second legion and the third legion hesitated at this moment.

"Xu Qing, read!" the palace master said calmly, his voice steady. Even now, he still has the Dinghai Shenzhen.

Xu Qing lowered his head and took a deep breath.

"Battle reports are coming from the northern front!"

"The network of forbidden magic weapons in the north collapsed and could not be reunited again. The allied forces of all races were defeated, with countless casualties."

"The Tianfeng Dynasty and the Earth Dynasty of the Shenglan Clan have marched straight in and have invaded Taihe Prefecture!"

"Master Silu Palace, die in battle!"

"Master of the Palace of Obedience, die in battle!"

"As for the Yao family... all the members of the Yao family who were marching in the north have been killed in the battle. Marquis Yao himself disappeared on the battlefield, and his life and death are unknown."

Xu Qing's words fell on the ears of the Deputy Palace Master and everyone, like thunder exploding. Everyone's breath froze and they all looked at the Palace Master.

The palace owner smiled.

"Today, I finally understand this matter... Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The palace master raised his head, looked at the battlefield, and spoke softly.

"The decisive battle is coming."

Almost at the moment when the palace master's words came out, a huge change occurred on the battlefield. All the monks of the Shenglan tribe seemed to have received the unified order, and each of them let out boiling cheers, and then the army all retreated.

He quickly withdrew from the battlefield and retreated to the Tianlan Mountains, along with all the diamond-shaped magic weapons in the sky.

Their departure made the clouds and mist in the sky become much thinner, revealing the huge whirlpool high up.

Black snowflakes poured down from the inside, and the iron chains grasped by countless severed hands on the ground were pulling wildly at this moment, and the breath of death filled the air from the whirlpool in the sky.

Just a trace of it gave the sky a winter twilight, extremely dark.

Green mist rises from the earth.

The iron chains that spread into the whirlpool were visibly frosted and turned into ice chains.

Then, two earth-shattering huge figures stood up from the Tianlai Mountains to the left and right after the Shenglan tribe withdrew from the battlefield.

The one on the left is none other than the Red Spirit Emperor.

The one on the right is also wearing an imperial robe and an imperial crown. He is obviously the emperor of the four dynasties of the Shenglan tribe!

They stood between heaven and earth, their tall figures seemed to be able to support the sky, staring at the tent where the Palace Master was.

"Kong Liangxiu, the northern war zone has collapsed, our army has entered Fenghai County, and the Black Sky War Territory Treasure is coming here, everything is about to end."

"You know what a war domain treasure is, so you can try to stop it. We won't intervene, but in fact... you can't stop it."

The vast sound reverberated around the world. All the sword-holders outside the big tent showed determination. When the murderous intention surged into the sky, the palace master raised his head and looked at the two emperors standing in the Tianlan Mountains. His calm voice spread throughout the world. Quartet.

"Yes, everything is coming to an end."

After saying that, the palace master looked back at Fenghai County and spoke softly.

"Send the order, the Second Army and the Third Army here are to withdraw from the defense line immediately, retreat thousands of miles, and are not allowed to fight."

"Pass an order, all the monks from Fenghai County here are not allowed to go to war."

"Instructions are sent to all other eight legions that have retreated to corresponding positions to stay where they are and not to go into battle."

"Send an order, all those who hold swords here...retreat five thousand miles and do not go out to fight!"

As soon as the Palace Master spoke, the expressions of everyone around him changed. Xu Qing suddenly raised his head and looked at the Palace Master.

The deputy palace master of the Palace of Swords took a step forward, a hint of twilight appeared on his vicissitudes of life, and spoke in a low voice.

"No one is allowed to fight, are you the only one left... Palace Master, I am old, I will go with you."

"Palace Master, Sima Nan's cultivation is not enough, but his blood is still warm, so we can't waste it. I think the ice coldness emitted by that domain treasure is very good, and I want to cool off." Deacon Sima had a death wish in his eyes, but his face was filled with anger. With a smile on his face, he stepped forward.

"Among the four great deacons, Lao Zhou and Lao Song have left, leaving only Sima and I. Palace Master, you must not favor Sima. Of course I am going too."

When Xu Qing went to the Sword Holding Palace for the first time, Deacon Sun, who presided over the oath of their current generation of sword holders, also laughed and took a step forward.

Others also spoke one after another, and at this moment, the ice-cold power in the vortex of the sky became stronger and stronger.

The sky was completely rendered into a dark color. As the vortex rotated, bursts of thrilling cold air spread out, covering the heaven and earth, blurring everything.

It seemed that wherever he passed, the clouds and mist turned into ice, and the green smoke rising from the earth was actually frozen between the sky and the earth, turning into irregular pillars, which was shocking!

Looking at these, the palace master spoke calmly.

"Am I still the palace master?"

Everyone was silent.

"Do you want the Sword Holding Palace?"

"Did these human race warriors die in vain?"

"Wait, execute it immediately!"

The palace master made a cold voice and walked towards the battlefield. With a wave of his right hand, a vast storm rose into the sky and swept across the place. The bodies of countless monks in the defense line were shaken and they were unable to be pushed. Don't retreat until you've retreated thousands of feet away.

In the dim sky and earth, on the entire fourth line of defense, there was only a lonely figure that had never taken off its armor.

Yellow sand rises in the wind, and frost rises from the ground.

Everything is hazy.

Only that figure walked farther and farther, and its aura became stronger and stronger. With a wave of his hand, the buzzing sound of the Taoist bell floating in the sky came out. It broke away from the crowd of coffins and flew out alone, heading straight for the whirlpool. , suppress it.

Then, the palace master’s hoarse voice spread in all directions.

"Hong Ling, Yue Wu, you two dare to fight me!"