Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1320 Restoring memory?

For the common people, willing to take orders.

But no one in the entire big tent knew whether the Yaoguang God of War was for the common people or for Mo Yuan, this was clear at a glance.

However, no one would pay attention to this at this time. Everyone was shocked by Yaoguang War God's determination to die to create a future for the Celestial Clan.

It was approaching dawn, and at this moment, all the soldiers of the Celestial Clan were ready.

The next battle will determine who will be the future co-owner of this world.

Everything went according to Mo Yuan's plan. Yaoguang God of War led ten thousand soldiers and horses to break through, and the Wing Clan rushed out as if they had been beaten to death.

Most of them were gone in the blink of an eye. This was not Qing Cang's arrogance.

At this time, Qing Cang had already regarded those Celestial Clans opposite him as dead people, so naturally he would not let any Celestial Clan go.

But it happened to be like this, which made him completely defeated in the end.

Yang Cong, as the crown prince of the Celestial Clan and the deputy commander-in-chief of the entire battle, led [-] troops to fight under the command of Mo Yuan.

Sword after sword was swung out, and Yang Cong was covered in blood at this time, but the blood was from the Yi clan.

The long sword in his hand beheaded one Yi tribe after another, with a very indifferent face, as if these Yi tribesmen were killing at will like ants in his eyes, without any sense of guilt.

This battle gave Yang Cong an unprecedented feeling. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of massacre.

But he quickly abandoned this mentality.

As the sky gradually darkened, the battle that the Celestial Clan was supposed to lose had a decisive turn.

"Qing Cang, if you surrender on the spot, I can protect the clansmen behind you from death, but if you are stubborn, then pay for the lives of my dead soldiers of the Celestial Clan!"

Holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, Mo Yuan looked coldly at Yijun Qingcang who was already surrounded.

"Haha. As long as I am still the king of the Yi clan, I will not surrender!"

Yijun Qingcang looked up to the sky and smiled, as if he didn't care about anything.

“It’s time for this world to change!”

After all, Yijun Qingcang soared into the sky, and under the gaze of everyone, he turned his palm, and a ray of light suddenly appeared.

"This is the Donghuang Bell!"

Seeing the object that looked like an ancient clock in Yijun Qingcang's hand, everyone was stunned.

The Donghuang Bell is a magic weapon that can destroy heaven and earth. Once the Donghuang Bell is released, no one can resist it.

"Mo Yuan, do you know him?" Taking out the Eastern Emperor Bell, Yi Jun Qingcang still looked at Mo Yuan arrogantly.

"The Donghuang Bell was built for you. Today, I will sacrifice the lives of you gods from all over the world to accompany my son's life."

Before everyone could react, the Donghuang Bell in Yijun Qingcang's hand instantly flew into the sky.

And in the blink of an eye, the Donghuang Bell, which was originally no bigger than a palm, instantly transformed into an incomparably huge one.

In an instant, the entire sky was enveloped.

The entire battlefield is already within the range of the Eastern Emperor Bell.

And as long as the East Emperor Bell falls, then all of them will be sealed in the East Emperor Bell and never see the light of day.

The East Emperor Bell floated above the sky, and then one after another, the Heavenly Wing Clan was sucked into it and turned into ashes.

Seeing this, Si Yin immediately wanted to stop Yijun Qingcang.

Seeing Si Yin rushing out, Yang Cong subconsciously jumped into the air, trying to pull Si Yin down.

But Mo Yuan was also moving with Yang Cong.

"Si Yin!"

"Mo Yuan!"

"Yang Cong!"

Three of them came out, Si Yin at the front.

But Si Yin is no better than a Shangxian, and Yijun Qingcang has the strength of a Shangdi rank. Seeing Si Yin rushing like this, he snorted coldly, and swung the Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand as if sweeping across the wilderness, and instantly hit Si Yin.

"puff"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Si Yin was seriously injured.

"Si Yin!" Yang Cong hurriedly hugged Si Yin from behind.

At the same time, Mo Yuan waved his hand, pushing Yang Cong and Si Yin to the back, while he himself rushed towards Yijun Qingcang regardless of his own safety.

"Qing Cang, since I made the Eastern Emperor Bell, then I know how to restrain him!"

The Xuanyuan sword in his hand pointed to the sky, and in an instant, the Donghuang Bell, which had been rumbling loudly, stopped in an instant.

But how could Yijun Qingcang on the side just watch Mo Yuan break the Donghuang Bell, and immediately chose to fight with Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan wants to seal the East Emperor Bell and fight with Yijun Qingcang at the same time. It can be said that he is doing two things at once, and he has to take care of both ends, otherwise nothing will work.

Originally, Mo Yuan was fighting head to head with Yi Jun Qing Cang, but now with the restraint of the Eastern Emperor Bell, Mo Yuan can be said to be under great pressure.

But there is no way, if you don't take action, then the damage caused by the Eastern Emperor Bell will not be irreversible, and the loss will only be greater than it is now.

On the ground, looking at the fighting group of Yijun Qingcang and Mo Yuan in the sky, Yang Cong narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Do you need my strength?"

Suddenly, Yang Cong seemed to hear a familiar voice next to his ear, it was the voice he had been dreaming about before.

"Do you need my strength? I can give it to you."

This voice kept ringing in Yang Cong's ears.

But at this moment, Yang Cong couldn't care less: "I want it!"

The moment Yang Cong said this, he felt the strength of his whole body surge.

When Yang Cong opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer the same color as before, but glowed with a strange golden light.

He raised his head to look at Mo Yuan. At this moment, Mo Yuan was still fighting hard. He made a gesture and wanted to fly out, but was held back by Si Yin.

"What are you going to do!" Si Yin pulled Yang Cong with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"I'll save Mo Yuan!" Yang Cong said.

"Save Mo Yuan and don't mess around!" Yang Cuo frowned and said, "The Donghuang Bell destroys the world and destroys the world. It is not something you can bear. Only Mo Yuan can seal it."

"Si Yin, do you trust me?" Yang Cong looked at Si Yin.

Looking at Yang Cong's jewel-like eyes, Si Yin suddenly felt a sense of trust in his heart: "Believe it."

"Okay, help me stop them, and I'll go rescue Mo Yuan!"

With that said, Yang Cong took off directly into the air.

Yang Cuo and others wanted to go after Yang Cong, but they were stopped by Si Yin.

Everyone was anxious, but they couldn't go forward, so they could only watch.

"I'll help you!"

Suddenly, a strange long sword glowing with blood appeared in Yang Cong's hand, and he chopped it out with a single stroke.

"Haha. Here comes another one to die. Not good"

While he was mocking Yang Cong for coming to die, Yijun Qingcang suddenly felt the breath of death.

And it was too late for him to react.

A streak of bloody sword light pierced directly into Yijun Qingcang's chest, causing Yijun Qingcang's chest to bleed instantly.

"Go!" Mo Yuan shouted, wanting Yang Cong to go.

But Yang Cong didn't think about anything else at this time. He just wanted to kill Mo Yuan.

"Hmph, do you think I'm so easy to kill? You all have to be buried with me!"

(End of this chapter)