Even the most common mortal bloodline in the world has been taboos since ancient times.

Close relatives and marriage are taboos for the human race. If this taboo is not followed, the human race will usher in complete destruction. However, the Mu family actually ignored the taboos left by their ancestors and stimulated the strong men, which only means that the hearts of the Mu family have become iron stone, and even family affection has become worthless in their eyes.

Bai Yi knew the origin of Li Shi very well, and knew Mu Shisan's pitifulness. Out of pity, he lent him a thousand-machine puppet as a toy.

Bai Yi is not thinking about the Mu family's Lissi because Wang Qitai is already in front of him.

The battle between the two armies had reached a point of perseverance. At this time, less than half of them were alive. Even if one of the soldiers with red eyes were cut off, they could not feel the pain. They still viciously stabbed the steel knife in their hands into the enemy's chest and abdomen.

The battle on the King's Flag Platform was even more cruel and bloody. The heavily armored soldiers climbed the platform desperately. In their eyes, the king's flag on the platform was everything. Only by seizing the King's Flag can this terrifying battle end.

Bai Yi led his troops to rush for a while before occupying a place under the King's Flag. The large number of casualties of mortal soldiers made him even more angry. He decided to grab the King's Flag with his own hands, otherwise the casualties of mortals would be even heavier.

The surroundings of Wangqitai are stairs layer by layer. The higher you go, the smaller the place where you can stand, just like a tall tower covered with ladders.

At this time, Wangqitai had already been stained with blood, and countless soldiers were fighting in the middle of the platform. No one dared to take a step forward easily. Once someone climbed to a high place, it would immediately attract the enemy's desperate attack, chopping the people who were intending to rush up the tower into meat paste.

In a tug-of-war like a war, corpses fell from the platform from time to time. The two sides had been in a stalemate for a long time. They were waiting, waiting for their generals to step onto the platform.

There was no black-armored monk on the King's Flag Platform, but once a general stepped onto the platform, it indicates the beginning of the decisive battle.

The supply of resources for one year makes the cultivators on both sides very cautious. Before seeing the enemy's flaws, the monks will never easily start a decisive battle. Sometimes even if they are stalemate like this for ten days and half a month, it is common.

However, Bai Yi did not want to continue the stalemate, because the longer the time delayed, the greater the casualties of mortal soldiers would be.

The black-armored boy with a gun was silent for a moment under the Wangqi stage and gave up his war horse. Once the commander dismounted, it was time for him to take the stage.

Moa, who was carrying the flag, was a little stunned, and then he showed a ferocious look that had never been shown. His two big hands pinched the black tiger battle flag tightly. As Bai Yi stepped onto the first high platform, he suddenly let out a hoarse but full of fighting shout.

"Moa!"

In Moa's roar, Bai Yi was like a black fierce spirit, and no one could stop him wherever he passed. Just as he took the stage, King Puyang's golden flag also moved. The old prince in golden armor waved his long sword and rushed to the platform himself.

Once the Puyang Palace took action, the monks from the Yongchang King's side immediately rushed over, and countless figures of blue and black armor appeared among the mortal soldiers on the high platform.

The curtain of the decisive battle was torn apart by Bai Yi, and the spear in his hand was like a poisonous dragon flying up and down. The powerful force allowed Bai Yi to be almost invincible in this battle to suppress spiritual power.

It didn't take long before, more than a dozen black battle flags appeared on the top platform, and almost all the generals of the two armies rushed to the King's flag platform.

The highest battle under the banner, Bai Yi shook his hand and pierced the shoulder armor of a black-armored monk from the enemy. The opponent fell to the platform with a bloodline. Although he was not dead, serious injuries were inevitable.

The soldiers of the Yongchang King had discovered Bai Yi's martial arts. Five black-armored monks waved their long swords to surround him. It was obvious that these five were all masters in martial arts. They had a lot of rules in advance and retreat, and their actions were even more vicious and vicious, and the sword was fatal.

Simple martial arts techniques can gain the advantage of suppressing the opponent when fighting alone, but personal martial arts among the troops do not have that great advantage, especially when facing many extraordinary masters, even if a person's power is great, he cannot win quickly.

Five martial arts masters who spared no effort to drag Bai Yi's pace under the king's flag. The fierce battle at the top of the high platform was a bit more dangerous than the fierce battle on the entire battlefield.

Bai Yi's eyes were getting colder and colder, and the Heaven-Destroying Technique was even more effective. However, the five people on the other side had obviously practiced the method of body refining. After taking Bai Yi's heavy blow, they just took a few steps back and no one fell off the platform.

There is a war in Nanzhao Kingdom every year, and there will inevitably be cultivators practicing body training. On the battlefield where spiritual power is suppressed, only body training techniques are the most practical. Bai Yi's opponent's body training techniques are absolutely impossible to compare with the anti-Heavenly Technique. However, relying on the number of people, the five people are very skillful in their cooperation, which can only hold Bai Yi's footsteps.

Ni Shiqi has already stood in the middle of the King's Flag Platform. The King of Puyang was always watching the game. When he saw Bai Yi's figure being entangled, he ordered a strong attack without hesitation.

At the order of King Puyang, the monks affiliated with King Puyang's mansion rushed forward, no one retained their strength, and all of them took the initiative to fight for their lives.

Victory and defeat are here, and the monks of the Puyang Palace have already fought hard.

Ni Qiuyu was also fighting hard. She was only five feet away from Bai Yi, but a black-armored monk entangled her tightly, and there was no possibility of making any progress.

Ni Qiuyu looked at the prince flag fluttering above her head anxiously, and her heart was burning. If she could not win this year, the Puyang Palace would probably be completely defeated.

Moa had been lying on the steps under Bai Yi's feet. He stared at the king's flag above his head, and seemed to have no concern for the general who was trapped in danger.

Mortal soldiers carrying flags are most likely to be ignored on the battlefield because they don’t even have weapons, and it’s a dream to kill people, but Moa has killed more than one person.

A black-armored monk was swept into his shoulder by Bai Yi's gun tail. With a bang, a gap suddenly cracked in his shoulder armor, and bloody flesh could be seen, but he didn't care, shook his body and prepared to pounce into the battle group again.

He knew that only five people could do their best to hold back the ferocious black-armored boy. Once one missing, they would all be killed.

The severe pain on his shoulders did not affect his judgment, but Moa who rushed up from his feet was beyond his expectations.

Being attacked by a mortal was a shame to the black-armored monk. He swung his long sword and cut off a large piece of flesh and blood on Moa's shoulder with one knife, and even the bones on his shoulder were cut off.
Chapter completed!