The entire battlefield was as silent as death.
Time seemed to have been forced to press the pause button by a big invisible hand, and space seemed to have solidified into amber.
One hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, still maintaining the humiliating kneeling posture, were densely spread over the entire mountain.
No one dared to move, no one even dared to breathe.
In the minds of every heavenly soldier, the scene that destroyed the world just now, but was downplayed, still echoed.
Just two fingers clamped the Fire-Tipped Spear of Santan Haihui Master.
With just a flick of the finger, Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King and Exquisite Pagoda were thrown away together with him!
What kind of power is this?
What kind of magical power is this?
They can't understand it, let alone imagine it.
Fear, like the deepest nightmare, gripped their Primordial Spirit, preventing them from even the slightest thought of resistance.
In the military formation, Nezha froze on the spot, and the three-headed and six-armed Dharma Form had long since dispersed, leaving only endless confusion and shock on his always unruly face.
He stared intently at his rod, Fire-Tipped Spear, which was clamped between two fingers. He felt that his world view, along with Primordial Spirit, was being crushed by those two fingers.
And not far away, at the end of the thousand-foot ravine plowed by the body, Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing was covered in blood, his armor was broken, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind.
He struggled to get up, but he didn't have the strength to move a finger. He could only stare at the figure in black standing in the center of the battlefield with a pair of eyes full of horror and despair, his clothes not even messy.
Monster!
This is definitely not Quasi-Saint! This is a complete monster!
Different from the deathly silence and despair of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, Yao Ji's beautiful eyes are filled with brilliant colors and waves of light at this moment.
His eyes were fixed on Qin Feng's back, which was not burly, but seemed to be able to hold up the entire world, and his heart was beating unsatisfactorily.
Is this... his true strength?
The man who is always lazy, has no formal appearance, and likes to tease himself, once he gets serious, he is so overbearing, so... reassuring.
One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, Heavenly Court coach, in front of this figure, is really like the "country chicken and dog" he said, vulnerable!
An unprecedented shock, mixed with a trace of indescribable sweetness and admiration, quietly fermented in Yao Ji's heart.
In this eerie and silent atmosphere, a small, trembling voice broke the tranquility.
"Mother... mother..."
Fan Human Book sheng Yang Tianyou, who had been subconsciously protected by Yao Ji, finally had the courage to poke half of his head out from behind Yao Ji.
This mortal who has read poetry and books, and the most "big" scene he has ever seen in his life is just the county magistrate going out and blowing the gong to clear the way, his brain has been completely shut down.
The scene in front of him completely exceeded all his understanding of the world that he had built up over the past twenty years.
The sky was covered with dark clouds and filled with countless "people" wearing armor and holding long swords.
There were countless such people kneeling on the ground, and it was so dark that there was no end in sight.
The air was filled with a chilling air that made his soul tremble.
But in front of him and his wife, there was only a man in black clothes.
It was this man who seemed to have just moved his fingers and sent the guy who looked like the leader flying away across the way.
Yang Tianyou's world view is very simple.
The one who knows how to fight is a martial artist.
Those who gather many people to fight are soldiers and bandits.
The current battle, in his mind that had been frightened to a pulp, automatically made the most "reasonable" logical transformation that he could understand.
So, this powerless scholar tightly pulled Yao Ji's sleeves, and in a voice that was as clear as a gnat but resounded clearly in the ears of all the gods and gods, he asked a question that almost caused the entire Heavenly Court to almost collapse collectively Dao Heart.
"Madam... are these... these are the robbers sent by the government to catch us?"
Yang Tianyou's voice was full of fear, but the look in his eyes as he looked at Qin Feng's back was filled with a trace of happiness and sincere admiration for surviving the disaster.
"This strong man... is so powerful! He managed to scare away so many thieves with just one person!"
Silence.
The entire battlefield fell into a deadlier and more eerie silence than before.
If we say that Qin Feng's action brought Heavenly Soldiers and Generals to everyone, it was crushing on the physical level and shocking on the spiritual level.
So what Yang Tianyou's heartfelt "soul torture" brings is a dimension-reducing blow and Dao Heart's ruthless destruction.
Robber?
A strong man?
Poof!
Several generals who were relatively close and could barely maintain their consciousness were shocked when they heard these words. They couldn't hold back a mouthful of Divine Blood and spit it out on the spot.
We are the heavenly soldiers! We are the invincible army under the command of the Lord of the Three Realms, in charge of the heavenly rules, and conquer the unfaithful!
We are gods! We are immortals! We are the supreme existence that has overlooked the human world for hundreds of millions of years!
How come you, a mortal, turned into a... robber?
A fucking thief who was "frightened off"?
A feeling of humiliation that was a hundred times stronger than being defeated by Qin Feng with one finger instantly surged into the hearts of all the heavenly soldiers.
In the distance, Li Jing, who had just struggled to lift half of his body, heard these words, and his vision went dark, and his blood rushed to his heart. He missed the breath he had just recovered, and another large mouthful of blood spurted out. His head tilted, and he passed out completely.
Nezha, who was still standing in a frozen posture, had an extremely wonderful expression on his face.
From shock, to astonishment, to confusion, and finally, it turned into a kind of philosophical thinking of "who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?"
Yao Ji's whole body froze.
Being asked this question by my mortal husband, I couldn't help but feel confused and confused.
Robber?
How should she explain to a mortal who even the county magistrate thought was a powerful official from heaven, that these people in front of her were not bandits, but divine soldiers and generals from the nine heavens?
How should we explain that the leader who was knocked unconscious by one move was Marshal Heavenly Court who commanded a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers?
How should we explain that the person who ordered them to be sent here was his own brother, the nominal master of the three realms and six realms, Jade Emperor?
She couldn't explain it.
Not a single word can explain it.
Looking at Yang Tianyou's clear and simple eyes, full of fear of the unknown and admiration for the "strong man", Yao Ji felt mixed feelings in his heart, as if he had been stabbed hard by something.
It was love, helplessness, and an unprecedented sense of alienation that was so clear that it made her heartache.
She has been immersed in the ordinary happiness with Yang Tianyou men farming and women weaving, and she has almost forgotten her identity Eldest Princess.
But it wasn't until this moment, when her husband used the simplest understanding of a mortal to interpret this heaven-destroying battle between gods and gods, that Yao Ji realized it so clearly and cruelly for the first time.
There is a gap called "immortality" between her and him that can never be crossed.
This gap is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. It is the most essential difference in the levels of life.
The robber in his eyes is the heavenly soldier in her world.
The strong man in his eyes is Tong Tian Great Powers who even she wants to look up to.