Chương 1115: Dreamscape (1)

Xu Qi 'an opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He stared at Wei Yuan silently until the latter spoke again, "

Nalan Tianlu, ever since the war started, the witch God religion has slaughtered countless soldiers of our great Feng. Today, I'll first kill you and destroy your corpse soldier Army. Then, I'll destroy the armies of the Yan, Kang, and Jing kingdoms to pay tribute to the souls of the soldiers of great Feng in heaven.

Xu Qi 'an turned around and saw a white-haired old man in a wizard's robe. He was sitting cross-legged on the barren land. He was covered in blood and his aura was weak.

Behind the old sorcerer were three eminent Buddhist monks. Xu Qi 'an recognized one of them. He was Arhat du' e, who had led the Buddhist diplomatic mission to the capital.

"This is a fragment of the Battle of Shanhai Pass 20 years ago ..."