One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world
Chapter 37 Endless panic, he stood up, does this scene seem familiar?
Chapter 37 Endless panic, he stood up, does this scene seem familiar?
In the twilight, the mighty 60 barbarian soldiers set up camps, stretching endlessly.
Hundreds of battle drums and hundreds of gongs roared and roared, and the purple king's flag depicting "Castle Abyss" hung flat in the blue sky.
On the golden platform, Emperor Man sat high on the throne, looking around at the majestic Imperial Son, and said calmly:
"It's ridiculous to shake a big tree."
"It's going to be a hunting game!"
The three judges who accompanied them on the expedition looked at each other in blank dismay.
The Abyss Messenger seems to have reminded Your Majesty not to use the phrase "flies may shake trees", after all, the lunatic in the lonely city has really done it on his own.
"This battle is not only about annihilating the vital forces of the Hannu, but also taking advantage of the situation to destroy Beiliang."
Mandi's fingers tapped the armrest of the throne rhythmically, and a pair of pupils looked at the blond judge:
"Don't use the policy of genocide for the time being, and first confuse the people of Beiliang to put down their guard and surrender sincerely. How do you say that phrase in the Central Plains?"
A nearby guard said cautiously: "I will eat the pot of pulp to welcome the master..."
"Yes!" The Man Emperor nodded.
Karl frowned deeply, exchanged glances with the other two judges, and said nothing.
Your Majesty, you are thinking too far!
To put it bluntly, it is far-sighted, but to put it bluntly, it is to be far-sighted. No matter how great the advantage is, at least we must first fight steadily to deal with the battle of national destiny.
"Your Majesty, Pindao is going to kill an old friend."
At this time, a Taoist priest wearing a tattered Taoist robe rose from the barracks and rushed towards the east.
The Man Emperor remained motionless, since the death of the Evil Begonia, he has been deprived of the power to instruct the Abyss Saint.
Just like this Taoist priest, it is not a discussion at all, but a notification.
Approaching Yumen Pass for a hundred miles, the master of the academy seemed to sense it, and walked quickly in the air, with his shirts flying.
"Yi Jiangnan, do you still have the face to return to the Central Plains?" The master was rarely furious, his face dark and cold.
"A good bird chooses a tree to live in. Poor Dao is 20 years younger than you, and now he can face you directly. So is Pindao's choice wrong?"
The Taoist priest strolled in the garden, the dust whisk swayed slightly, and the Qi machine circled a wonderful arc.
He continued:
"Three generations of wizards in the Central Plains, old, middle-aged and young, you want to be the gravekeeper of the Chinese culture, and you have lost your enterprising spirit."
"Tang Emperor Li Wan is extremely talented, but he wants to abandon hegemony and turn to kingly way, and cut off his own arm."
"Pindao is less than [-] years old, and he can be called the leader of the Mesozoic generation. Sooner or later, Pindao will step into the land fairyland that the world dreams of, and open a door for the world."
Suddenly, a vision appeared in the world!
A barrier as thick as a mountain peak descended from the sky, covering the land with a radius of several miles.
The Taoist priest hung his fly whisk over his head, and charged straight away.
The master moved his lips, and the light curtain surrounded his body. Rows of small official scripts poured out of the light curtain, with the words of Tianxian in his mouth, and the law followed.
boom!
Yi Jiangnan slammed into the light curtain fiercely. He forged King Kong with blood in the abyss. He boasted that he was the second in physical strength, and no one in the world dared to be the number one.
At the moment when the brilliance exploded, all the surrounding air mechanisms were shattered, and a three-mile radius became an isolated place.
"The abyss hired a spy, codenamed elk."
"Secondly, the emperor of the barbarian country holds a bottle of blood of doom, which is enough to decide the direction of the war, or spread it out tonight, so deal with it well."
The moment he got close, the Taoist spoke rapidly, and his brutal fists rumbled and smashed into the Master's chest.
The master's face was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger, and a majestic righteousness gushed out of his heart, and the wave as thick as the mouth of a bowl shook the fist away.
"why?"
Yi Jiangnan retreated a distance of nine zhang, his hands hanging down and struggling to stand firm in the air, he curled his lips:
"Pindao wanted to live forever, so he surrendered to the abyss, but Pindao never dared to forget his Chinese blood."
"The public is forever, the private is momentary, and the poor are willing to be the private."
After finishing speaking, his expression was indifferent, and his body collided again, and the body of King Kong smashed towards Master like a meteorite.
There were more than [-] moves in the battle, until night fell, the Taoist priest was sluggish, looking at the blood-stained old Confucianist, he laughed loudly:
"Master of the academy is nothing more than that, in five years, I will definitely kill you!"
After laughing, he swaggered away.
Returning to the camp of the barbarian army, Yi Jiangnan's mouth seeped blood, surrounded by shadowy old monsters.
"Stick to the three hundred moves, you've made great progress in the past ten years." The purple-haired old man's voice was hoarse.
Recalling that Jiangnan took medicine to regulate his inner body, he said lightly:
"If it weren't for abandoning the dark and turning to the light, the poor way is still only the realm of the enlightened, and it is the abyss that has made the poor way."
The purple-haired old man nodded, and asked along the way:
"Abyss can also achieve Gu Changan, can't it?"
The rest of the old monsters had cryptic expressions and couldn't detect emotional fluctuations.
"What do you mean?" Yi Jiangnan looked up at him.
With his hands behind his back, the purple-haired old man said casually:
"Come out."
In a few moments, a young man with white hair in a blood robe came out of the corner of the gate.
His eyes are dull and his breath is crazy.
"Gu Chang'an?" Yi Jiangnan was shocked.
The white-haired man didn't look at him, and sat on the wooden steps in a daze, like a child who came to a strange place and was nervous.
"How is it possible?" Yi Jiangnan couldn't detect the aura in this person's body, and shuddered instantly.
"Is it fake..." He was dubious.
How could a martyr who swore to the death to defend the national spirit surrender to the barbarians?
The purple-haired old man said meaningfully:
"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, as long as he can destroy Hannu's psychological defense."
The old monsters laughed and said nothing. After three months of research in the abyss, they transformed into exactly the same lunatics.
A perfect masterpiece!
Yi Jiangnan regained her composure, deliberately showing a smile of success, but her heart fell to the bottom.
At this juncture, the appearance of the fake Chang'an is tantamount to a bolt from the blue, causing endless panic to millions of soldiers.
"Chang'an, please have an audience with the gods." The purple-haired old man said softly.
"Oh." The white-haired man nodded dully and walked towards the golden platform.
The Man Emperor on the throne stared at the visitor, his eyes burst out with murderous intent, and even the veins on the back of his hands were bulging!
Even though he knew it was fake, that anger almost swallowed him up.
It was the biggest humiliation brought to him by the lunatic since he came to power, which almost shook his throne!
"Your Majesty." The white-haired man called respectfully.
Mandi snorted nasally, then calmed down immediately:
"I have an important task for you later."
After speaking, he looked up at the night, and said in a deep voice:
"Carl, unleash the blood of doom!"
"I want to show the Central Plains Han slaves what a new type of warfare is!"
After speaking, he threw the eyeball pendant over.
The blond judge took over, ordered his servants to rush to Yumen Pass, and reminded the practitioners of the abyss to prepare for formation.
……
In the middle of the night, there were only dots of patrolling sentries outside each camp circle. The bonfires were gradually extinguished, and the endless snoring was mixed with the intermittent snorting of war horses.
suddenly.
The gusts of wind howled, and wisps of gray fog filled the air above the barracks, endlessly.
The general who slept in his clothes turned back and forth in his sleep, and the nightmare came without warning. Dozens of people in the camp were sweating immediately, and looked around when they woke up.
"I dreamed that evil spirits were haunting me." A soldier rubbed his eyes with lingering fear.
The rest of them were horrified one after another. They also had the same nightmare, with ghosts entwining their limbs, which couldn't be torn off no matter what.
"Don't scare yourself." The headed centurion shouted angrily, then lay down and continued to sleep.
The soldier took a sip from the water bottle, barely held back his panic, and then laughed at himself, how can we fighters on the battlefield be afraid of ghosts, and just beheaded with a knife!
In just half a stick of incense time, the soldiers fell into a deep sleep, and the same nightmare came again.
"Damn, go out and get some air!" The centurion sensed something was wrong, put on his armor and walked out of the camp.
The moonlight has been obscured by the gray fog, and although there are bonfires everywhere, the wasteland is still dark and blurry.
At this moment, tens of thousands of soldiers walked out of the continuous camp, all of them were confused, and gathered in the open space to discuss. After confirming that everyone was having the same nightmare, anxiety soon permeated.
In the central square of the coalition army, there are many banners and flags, and each martial arts expert sits cross-legged in the eight trigrams formation, with turbulent energy flowing.
The atmosphere was oppressive and dead silent.
Master Ruan Xian and other sages looked at the gray mist in the distance, with lingering melancholy on their brows.
With Yi Jiangnan's reminder, they were planning and discussing last night, but the Central Plains had never been exposed to the blood of doom, so they couldn't think of a way to counter it.
"Maybe it's an invasion of sleep." The Taoist robed girl Feng Gua gave an ambiguous guess.
Xu Ting stood quietly, his thick ink-like brows furrowed deeply.
Invasion of sleep?
Almost the deadliest blow!
The soldiers are not well rested, how can they go to battle to kill the barbarians?
If you are exhausted before stepping into the battlefield, you will only become the soul of a brutal dog.
"Move the camp?" Emperor Zhao Shang said tentatively.
"No." Xu Ting vetoed, and said in a deep voice:
"The military camp near Yumen Pass is full of elite warriors. If the camp is changed and the logistics staff are moved to Yumen Pass, the strategic deployment will be completely messed up!"
The surrounding generals were silent.
130 million troops, not 130 people, how can the location of the barracks be changed casually.
Now the predicament is that the closer to Yumen Pass, the stronger the misfortune, and the weaker it is behind.
But the front is the main force on the battlefield, and only by fighting the enemy bravely can they decide whether the war will be won or lost.
"Create a pseudo-hundred schools of thought contention formation, academy students, come with me."
The old man in Confucian shirt strode out of the square.
There was a dead silence behind him, as quiet as a tomb.
The so-called "a hundred schools of thought contend" formation is at the cost of countless lives!
There is a saying in "Zhuangzi·Yufu" that gold and stone can be opened with sincerity.
What is sincerity?
In exchange for life.
The master turned around and stared at them blankly:
"There is no retreat in the Central Plains."
Xu Ting's face was tense, and he shouted angrily:
"Listen to orders!"
"Turn on the formation!"
"You will go down in history with your death name."
After speaking, he followed his master with a cold face, but his fists were tightly clenched in his sleeves.
The cultivators of the hundred schools headed by the students of the academy stood still, and the sudden military order pierced their hearts like a dagger.
"We are going to die this time for the sake of victory. Who in the younger generation would dare to say that a scholar has no courage?"
"In addition to strategizing and devoting their lives in the temple, scholars can also fight and sacrifice heroically in the battlefield."
"If there is a choice, Master will not take this path."
A skinny scholar in green shirt smiled freely, waved his hand and left first.
Thirty scholars who had been arranged before the battle silently followed, while hundreds of martial arts scholars fell behind. The team was like a long winding dragon.
War is so cruel, they know they have to sacrifice, and it may not even help.
At this moment, no matter who it is, there is some despair in the heart.
However, the Central Plains has never lacked people who are desperate enough to die resolutely.
Although there are a few who want to be deserters, but facing the sad eyes, they will be cowards for a lifetime if they step back, so they would rather be heroes for a moment.
Even if no one remembers me, that moment is still bright like a shooting star.
Two miles away from Yumen Pass, gray mist covered the crescent moon, and the gloomy and suffocating misfortune fell into hell.
The hysterical shouts of the barbarians and the rumble of drums could be vaguely heard in the ears, and a few large purple banners rose from the end of the gray fog.
"Array!" the master yelled.
In the boundless silence, hundreds of martial arts scholars performed their duties, driving their internal forces in their own directions.
boom!
The sky and the earth were bright, and the beam of light fell to the ground, like a waterfall falling from the nine heavens and pouring into the world!
The surrounding gray mist swirls and flows towards the Western Region again. The gray mist gradually converges into a small stream.
"efficient."
Countless people looked solemn, and the hideous and distorted faces in the formation were clearly suffering from severe pain.
"Students are invited to die."
The master was drinking blood, but his face was still calm.
The moment the sound came out, the students of the academy who were at the center of the contending array all sacrificed their spirits and souls, the beam of light became brighter and brighter, and the gray fog of the military camp quickly rushed towards the Western Regions.
Tears filled the eyes of Princess Chu. She watched the scholars of Chu fall in the ranks, and those youths in their prime and prime of life died without hesitation on the battlefield of the Western Regions.
"The Mo family will follow!"
Duke Qin of Dong Wu roared angrily.
"Taoist follow up." Ruan Xian looked at a group of Taoist priests in the southeast corner, they were already bleeding from their seven orifices.
The gray mist within a hundred miles was getting darker, but the corpses in the formation were more eye-catching.
"They will shine immortal light in the annals of history." Some military generals looked sad, and the arms holding the guns were trembling.
"No, they just want to win." Xu Ting's voice was stern.
Suddenly.
A hundred li is transparent, and the purple light dispels the night.
In sight, ten masked old monsters were entrenched in the air, with strange aura gushing out from their bodies, condensing into a long snake, and striking towards the gray mist.
Enter!
Come on! !
In just a short moment, the mischievous stream flowed in the opposite direction and once again spread towards the Central Plains barracks.
Instead of stopping, the ten abyss saints crazily blessed their holy power, vowing to let the misfortune erode the 60 elites of the Central Plains.
It is never a saint who decides the outcome of a war, but ordinary and ordinary soldiers.
"Farmer, go to death!"
A rough and dark enlightened man's heart was pierced like a knife, and his voice kept vibrating in the formation.
As the young farmers sacrificed their lives one by one, the large array of beams of light shone brightly one after another, competing with the purple long snake and winning again.
"Gu Changan."
The purple-haired old monster roared.
A white-haired man in a red robe walked out behind him, and he just looked around the Central Plains people quietly, looking at the shocked faces.
Including the rumored empress who was utterly beautiful, her face was pale at the moment, as if seeing the most terrifying spectacle in the world.
"Why do you want to die?"
"Is it bitter, no one is worth sacrificing your life, stop it."
The white-haired man spoke softly, then said with a lonely smile:
"No matter how much despair you have experienced, you still can't meet hope, and you will die in the end. Why don't you ask yourself."
"Who are you living this life for?"
"You are covered with bruises, and they shed a few fake tears, which will be forgotten tomorrow, and you will suffer tomorrow."
"Back, back..."
His voice was hoarse and muddy at the end, and he walked around like a madman.
The formation fell into a desperate silence.
The beam of light suddenly dimmed, and the shoulders of all martial arts scholars trembled, with blood oozing from both sides of their noses.
It was difficult for them to accept this scene. The hero of the Central Plains they most admired was now standing in the ranks of barbarians.
"Fake!" The empress Qingsi danced wildly, roaring hysterically for the first time in her life.
"Deceive yourself!" The purple-haired old monster's voice was like rolling thunder, his eyes leaped across the vast crowd, and fell on the world's number one astrologer:
"Li Ping, aren't you good at divination, please."
The Taoist robed girl held the Heaven Peering Talisman, the copper plate at the front shattered without wind, and the hexagram pole was also broken.
"Fake, Gu Chang'an is still in the Western Regions." She said firmly with red eyes.
Master Ruan Xian and other saints were silent, they keenly captured the hesitation and pain in Li Ping's eyes.
"You clearly peeped out that he is at Yumen Pass, why lie?" The purple-haired old man laughed loudly, and his voice spread far away along the gray mist.
A perfect masterpiece, of course, is perfect everywhere. The abyss has long been wary of Li Ping's terrifying talent and forged the heavenly secret in advance.
"Chang'an, only the abyss of the empire is your hometown."
"You will be the pride of the empire, you will bring glory to the empire!!"
Many old monsters waved their arms and roared unscrupulously. The purple long snake was compact and strong, pushing the gray mist another hundred miles away.
"Chang'an never leaves home, Chang'an never surrenders!" Liu Shang shouted at the far end with all the strength in his chest, no matter how similar his disguise was, he couldn't be Chang'an.
"Master..." The female emperor's eyes signaled to continue the formation, no one in the world will be Gu Chang'an.
"A group of selfish people always think that I am omnipotent and that I am a god. When I was surrounded by ten thousand wild dogs, where were you?"
"Why can't I embrace a new life? If it were you, you would have pledged allegiance to the barbarian dog three years ago!"
The white-haired man lost control of his emotions, his voice was shrill and trembling.
Hearing the word "savage dog", the purple-haired old monster narrowed his eyes slightly, but he quickly calmed down, the more he did this, the less he would show his flaws!
This dog thing is really like it!
In a trance, there is an illusion that he is really a lunatic in a lonely city.
"Are you still stupid?"
A group of old monsters looked at the hundreds of martial arts scholars in the formation, only half of them were left in a daze, feeling like their faith had collapsed.
The most feared thing is the "Hundred Schools Conflict Formation". Although it is a false formation, its effect is enough to disperse bad luck.
Only let "Gu Chang'an" be punished!
This plan takes effect!
Not only the formation people, but also the generals in the distance also showed despair, and panic spread in the barracks like a hurricane.
It was the torch held high in the darkness that spread throughout the Central Plains, and it was what that man did that gave the Chinese descendants the courage to fight, and the moment before the Central Plains started the war——
He descended.
How ridiculous?
Although the vast majority of the generals did not believe it, no matter how similar they were to the portrait man, they were steadfast, but panic quickly spread to the army under their command like a plague.
……
Gold platform.
After receiving the news from Fei Ge, the Man Emperor suddenly stood up, punched the throne, and laughed heartily:
"The Han slaves are in danger!"
Shaking morale before the battle can be called lore, and a forgery of the abyss is enough to determine the victory.
Ninety percent of the Hannu did not believe it, but as long as one percent believed it, a gap in unity and cohesion would be a catastrophic blow on the battlefield.
"Oh." The Man Emperor sighed.
He came here with passion, imagining so many plots and schemes along the way, planning so many strategies, but he never expected to rely on the abyss.
There is a kind of aggrieved feeling that there is nowhere to vent their talents and abilities.
The burly judge pleaded loudly:
"Your Majesty, for the first battle at noon tomorrow, the humble ranks will lead [-] elites to be the vanguard and defeat the Hannu in one fell swoop!"
"No!" Mandi smiled sternly, "Don't be defeated, I want to disembowel everyone!"
Carl frowned suddenly and looked up at the gray sky.
The Hannu set up a formation to disperse the misfortune in the opposite direction, and the leaked misfortune came faintly to the Western Regions, and was still flowing towards the deep seven thousand li territory.
"Your Majesty, I feel that I have overlooked something..." He was restless.
……
Late at night, lonely city.
Gu Changan leaned against the wall of the watchtower with his legs hanging in the air, staring at the moonlight with clear and clean eyes.
"It's been quiet for a long time, why come to steal my home again." He jumped down from the tower, and a wisp of light gray gas was about to approach the border of the flag.
"roll!"
Gu Changan's hair was disheveled, and he cut it off with a single sword.
In an instant, the misfortune and the unique aura of misanthropy and cruelty merged into one, and then the misfortune that drifted in strands flocked towards Gu Chang'an like crazy.
"Will it snow?" He suddenly smiled, although there was tearing pain in his internal organs, but he was used to it and felt no pain.
He remembered the experience of the first snowfall, which was also formed by the evolution of qi.
Henceforth, Gu Changan stood beside the banner with his sword standing, frantically devouring the ashes of refining.
The wind is surging, the sky and the earth are rumbling, and the yellow sand is rolling into a giant dragon.
Light snow fluttered and fell, along the road where the misfortune came from, from west to east, the snowflakes were like an arrow shot towards Yumen Pass, presenting a majestic vision.
Gu Changan was dripping with blood, he staggered and wanted to follow the heavy snow, but he could only refine on the spot because he wanted to guard his home.
……
Gold platform.
Countless soldiers fell into deathly silence.
The misfortune was rampant, and the gray mist spread like a torrential river for seven thousand miles in the Western Regions, sweeping away countless camps along the way.
Mandi was as dull as a sculpture, and said in a daze:
"Could it be that the abyss sage lost to a hundred schools of thought contending for Taoism and suffered backlash?"
The judges' scalps were numb.
This blood of doom is now beginning to erode the son of the empire. It is useless to use it together. Both parties are in a bad state of mind and stand on the same starting line. Isn't the killer joke funny?
"The abyss sage faked a lunatic, does it work?" Mandi was furious, and he couldn't believe how the misfortune flowed into the depths of the Western Regions.
But in an instant, Mandi's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had encountered the most incredible scene in the world.
Backflow!
snow!
heavy snow!
From left to right, from west to east, the snowflakes are gradually drifting towards Yumen Pass.
And the traces of heavy snow passing by, there is a very deep and obvious heaven and earth aura, that kind of world-weary and bloodthirsty meaning, any practitioner can easily detect it.
The truth speaks for itself!
All eyes were on the throne, Karl was out of his mind, he finally knew what he had overlooked.
lonely city.
A lunatic in the hinterland of seven thousand miles.
Hey!
He absorbed all the bad luck! !
If it wasn't for refining, there would never be a phenomenon of heaven and earth.
Mandi was dizzy, his whole body was limp on the throne, his breathing was short, and his pupils were scarlet red.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he lost face.
The blood of doom in the abyss, that lunatic can actually refine it?
"I made a mistake!" The corner of Man Emperor's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt his face was gone. Looking around, the judge and the central generals stood silently, but no one spoke.
In the words of the Central Plains, Mianxia is called stealing a chicken without losing a lot of rice.
Enemy!
Although it wasn't intentional, no one expected that the formation of a hundred schools of thought would drive the misfortune back to the Western Regions. In a sense, it was the Central Plains helping lunatics.
But the empire only looks at the results.
His Majesty's move is really ridiculous, since the lunatic can refine it, his cultivation must have skyrocketed a lot...
There is no filial son in front of the long-term sickbed, and Mian Xia operates again and again, no matter how loyal he is, he has to think twice.
If this battle goes a little bit wrong, His Majesty will be removed from the kingship by Abyss.
As an enemy, that really slapped Abyss hard! !
……
Yumen Pass.
The screen stopped abruptly.
The world seemed to freeze.
Countless people looked up to see the heavy snow coming, and the pure white snowflakes just drifted towards the Central Plains barracks, but any traces of gray fog were covered by goose feather snow.
"It's snow." The soldiers from Eastern Wu had never seen heavy snow before, and it was even more difficult to imagine such a strange scene. The snow flowed from west to east, and it was fleeting.
"It's him!" A military commander clanged forcefully and looked uplifted.
That unique self-created qi mechanism is really too obvious.
"Gu Chang'an!"
Deafening roars sounded all around instantly, and countless soldiers waved their arms and roared.
Before the battle, the empress and his wife tried their best to restrain their emotions, but when the snowflakes fell on their palms, they still felt the earth-shaking shock.
He stood up again.
"It's him!" Li Ping's eyes lighted up excitedly, and the place where the aura passed was as if he had come here.
But in an instant, he was depressed again, as if his chest was pressed by a boulder and he couldn't breathe.
He absorbed the boundless misfortune alone, just like the nightmare that hundreds of thousands of generals had endured, he alone absorbed it.
"Chang'an?" The master burst out with righteousness and turned into the word "Zhu" to blast the white-haired man:
"You deserve it too?!"
The white-haired and red-robed man suddenly panicked. How could an enlightened man survive this blow? He wanted to hide behind the purple-haired man, but was kicked to the ground.
"Trash!"
The old monster from the abyss was on the verge of exploding in anger, the purple long snake gradually returned to nothingness, and everyone flung their sleeves and left Yumen Pass.
What a shame!
It was a face-to-face slap, and I wished I could find a hole in the ground to get in.
How does this trash under the crown of the gods do things? Won't the pouring out misfortune send someone to eliminate it?
If the war is hindered, Tuobali must go to the gallows to apologize to the people of the empire!
boom.
The abandoned white-haired man was pierced in two, and he couldn't die anymore.
In the distance, Zhe Lan stood in front of the gate, looking at the excited and joyful Yumen Pass, his expression was in a daze.
At that moment, at this moment.
Can it be so similar?
He used to go this way.
Yue Jiuling made the same mistake again.
Hu Yanshou didn't learn his lesson.
then……
The king of the empire is also planted!
Almost all of them are of the same kind of chronic suffering, and sometimes it is even suspected that it is the reincarnation of destiny?
……
PS: Two chapters in one, two chapters published together.
(End of this chapter)
In the twilight, the mighty 60 barbarian soldiers set up camps, stretching endlessly.
Hundreds of battle drums and hundreds of gongs roared and roared, and the purple king's flag depicting "Castle Abyss" hung flat in the blue sky.
On the golden platform, Emperor Man sat high on the throne, looking around at the majestic Imperial Son, and said calmly:
"It's ridiculous to shake a big tree."
"It's going to be a hunting game!"
The three judges who accompanied them on the expedition looked at each other in blank dismay.
The Abyss Messenger seems to have reminded Your Majesty not to use the phrase "flies may shake trees", after all, the lunatic in the lonely city has really done it on his own.
"This battle is not only about annihilating the vital forces of the Hannu, but also taking advantage of the situation to destroy Beiliang."
Mandi's fingers tapped the armrest of the throne rhythmically, and a pair of pupils looked at the blond judge:
"Don't use the policy of genocide for the time being, and first confuse the people of Beiliang to put down their guard and surrender sincerely. How do you say that phrase in the Central Plains?"
A nearby guard said cautiously: "I will eat the pot of pulp to welcome the master..."
"Yes!" The Man Emperor nodded.
Karl frowned deeply, exchanged glances with the other two judges, and said nothing.
Your Majesty, you are thinking too far!
To put it bluntly, it is far-sighted, but to put it bluntly, it is to be far-sighted. No matter how great the advantage is, at least we must first fight steadily to deal with the battle of national destiny.
"Your Majesty, Pindao is going to kill an old friend."
At this time, a Taoist priest wearing a tattered Taoist robe rose from the barracks and rushed towards the east.
The Man Emperor remained motionless, since the death of the Evil Begonia, he has been deprived of the power to instruct the Abyss Saint.
Just like this Taoist priest, it is not a discussion at all, but a notification.
Approaching Yumen Pass for a hundred miles, the master of the academy seemed to sense it, and walked quickly in the air, with his shirts flying.
"Yi Jiangnan, do you still have the face to return to the Central Plains?" The master was rarely furious, his face dark and cold.
"A good bird chooses a tree to live in. Poor Dao is 20 years younger than you, and now he can face you directly. So is Pindao's choice wrong?"
The Taoist priest strolled in the garden, the dust whisk swayed slightly, and the Qi machine circled a wonderful arc.
He continued:
"Three generations of wizards in the Central Plains, old, middle-aged and young, you want to be the gravekeeper of the Chinese culture, and you have lost your enterprising spirit."
"Tang Emperor Li Wan is extremely talented, but he wants to abandon hegemony and turn to kingly way, and cut off his own arm."
"Pindao is less than [-] years old, and he can be called the leader of the Mesozoic generation. Sooner or later, Pindao will step into the land fairyland that the world dreams of, and open a door for the world."
Suddenly, a vision appeared in the world!
A barrier as thick as a mountain peak descended from the sky, covering the land with a radius of several miles.
The Taoist priest hung his fly whisk over his head, and charged straight away.
The master moved his lips, and the light curtain surrounded his body. Rows of small official scripts poured out of the light curtain, with the words of Tianxian in his mouth, and the law followed.
boom!
Yi Jiangnan slammed into the light curtain fiercely. He forged King Kong with blood in the abyss. He boasted that he was the second in physical strength, and no one in the world dared to be the number one.
At the moment when the brilliance exploded, all the surrounding air mechanisms were shattered, and a three-mile radius became an isolated place.
"The abyss hired a spy, codenamed elk."
"Secondly, the emperor of the barbarian country holds a bottle of blood of doom, which is enough to decide the direction of the war, or spread it out tonight, so deal with it well."
The moment he got close, the Taoist spoke rapidly, and his brutal fists rumbled and smashed into the Master's chest.
The master's face was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger, and a majestic righteousness gushed out of his heart, and the wave as thick as the mouth of a bowl shook the fist away.
"why?"
Yi Jiangnan retreated a distance of nine zhang, his hands hanging down and struggling to stand firm in the air, he curled his lips:
"Pindao wanted to live forever, so he surrendered to the abyss, but Pindao never dared to forget his Chinese blood."
"The public is forever, the private is momentary, and the poor are willing to be the private."
After finishing speaking, his expression was indifferent, and his body collided again, and the body of King Kong smashed towards Master like a meteorite.
There were more than [-] moves in the battle, until night fell, the Taoist priest was sluggish, looking at the blood-stained old Confucianist, he laughed loudly:
"Master of the academy is nothing more than that, in five years, I will definitely kill you!"
After laughing, he swaggered away.
Returning to the camp of the barbarian army, Yi Jiangnan's mouth seeped blood, surrounded by shadowy old monsters.
"Stick to the three hundred moves, you've made great progress in the past ten years." The purple-haired old man's voice was hoarse.
Recalling that Jiangnan took medicine to regulate his inner body, he said lightly:
"If it weren't for abandoning the dark and turning to the light, the poor way is still only the realm of the enlightened, and it is the abyss that has made the poor way."
The purple-haired old man nodded, and asked along the way:
"Abyss can also achieve Gu Changan, can't it?"
The rest of the old monsters had cryptic expressions and couldn't detect emotional fluctuations.
"What do you mean?" Yi Jiangnan looked up at him.
With his hands behind his back, the purple-haired old man said casually:
"Come out."
In a few moments, a young man with white hair in a blood robe came out of the corner of the gate.
His eyes are dull and his breath is crazy.
"Gu Chang'an?" Yi Jiangnan was shocked.
The white-haired man didn't look at him, and sat on the wooden steps in a daze, like a child who came to a strange place and was nervous.
"How is it possible?" Yi Jiangnan couldn't detect the aura in this person's body, and shuddered instantly.
"Is it fake..." He was dubious.
How could a martyr who swore to the death to defend the national spirit surrender to the barbarians?
The purple-haired old man said meaningfully:
"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, as long as he can destroy Hannu's psychological defense."
The old monsters laughed and said nothing. After three months of research in the abyss, they transformed into exactly the same lunatics.
A perfect masterpiece!
Yi Jiangnan regained her composure, deliberately showing a smile of success, but her heart fell to the bottom.
At this juncture, the appearance of the fake Chang'an is tantamount to a bolt from the blue, causing endless panic to millions of soldiers.
"Chang'an, please have an audience with the gods." The purple-haired old man said softly.
"Oh." The white-haired man nodded dully and walked towards the golden platform.
The Man Emperor on the throne stared at the visitor, his eyes burst out with murderous intent, and even the veins on the back of his hands were bulging!
Even though he knew it was fake, that anger almost swallowed him up.
It was the biggest humiliation brought to him by the lunatic since he came to power, which almost shook his throne!
"Your Majesty." The white-haired man called respectfully.
Mandi snorted nasally, then calmed down immediately:
"I have an important task for you later."
After speaking, he looked up at the night, and said in a deep voice:
"Carl, unleash the blood of doom!"
"I want to show the Central Plains Han slaves what a new type of warfare is!"
After speaking, he threw the eyeball pendant over.
The blond judge took over, ordered his servants to rush to Yumen Pass, and reminded the practitioners of the abyss to prepare for formation.
……
In the middle of the night, there were only dots of patrolling sentries outside each camp circle. The bonfires were gradually extinguished, and the endless snoring was mixed with the intermittent snorting of war horses.
suddenly.
The gusts of wind howled, and wisps of gray fog filled the air above the barracks, endlessly.
The general who slept in his clothes turned back and forth in his sleep, and the nightmare came without warning. Dozens of people in the camp were sweating immediately, and looked around when they woke up.
"I dreamed that evil spirits were haunting me." A soldier rubbed his eyes with lingering fear.
The rest of them were horrified one after another. They also had the same nightmare, with ghosts entwining their limbs, which couldn't be torn off no matter what.
"Don't scare yourself." The headed centurion shouted angrily, then lay down and continued to sleep.
The soldier took a sip from the water bottle, barely held back his panic, and then laughed at himself, how can we fighters on the battlefield be afraid of ghosts, and just beheaded with a knife!
In just half a stick of incense time, the soldiers fell into a deep sleep, and the same nightmare came again.
"Damn, go out and get some air!" The centurion sensed something was wrong, put on his armor and walked out of the camp.
The moonlight has been obscured by the gray fog, and although there are bonfires everywhere, the wasteland is still dark and blurry.
At this moment, tens of thousands of soldiers walked out of the continuous camp, all of them were confused, and gathered in the open space to discuss. After confirming that everyone was having the same nightmare, anxiety soon permeated.
In the central square of the coalition army, there are many banners and flags, and each martial arts expert sits cross-legged in the eight trigrams formation, with turbulent energy flowing.
The atmosphere was oppressive and dead silent.
Master Ruan Xian and other sages looked at the gray mist in the distance, with lingering melancholy on their brows.
With Yi Jiangnan's reminder, they were planning and discussing last night, but the Central Plains had never been exposed to the blood of doom, so they couldn't think of a way to counter it.
"Maybe it's an invasion of sleep." The Taoist robed girl Feng Gua gave an ambiguous guess.
Xu Ting stood quietly, his thick ink-like brows furrowed deeply.
Invasion of sleep?
Almost the deadliest blow!
The soldiers are not well rested, how can they go to battle to kill the barbarians?
If you are exhausted before stepping into the battlefield, you will only become the soul of a brutal dog.
"Move the camp?" Emperor Zhao Shang said tentatively.
"No." Xu Ting vetoed, and said in a deep voice:
"The military camp near Yumen Pass is full of elite warriors. If the camp is changed and the logistics staff are moved to Yumen Pass, the strategic deployment will be completely messed up!"
The surrounding generals were silent.
130 million troops, not 130 people, how can the location of the barracks be changed casually.
Now the predicament is that the closer to Yumen Pass, the stronger the misfortune, and the weaker it is behind.
But the front is the main force on the battlefield, and only by fighting the enemy bravely can they decide whether the war will be won or lost.
"Create a pseudo-hundred schools of thought contention formation, academy students, come with me."
The old man in Confucian shirt strode out of the square.
There was a dead silence behind him, as quiet as a tomb.
The so-called "a hundred schools of thought contend" formation is at the cost of countless lives!
There is a saying in "Zhuangzi·Yufu" that gold and stone can be opened with sincerity.
What is sincerity?
In exchange for life.
The master turned around and stared at them blankly:
"There is no retreat in the Central Plains."
Xu Ting's face was tense, and he shouted angrily:
"Listen to orders!"
"Turn on the formation!"
"You will go down in history with your death name."
After speaking, he followed his master with a cold face, but his fists were tightly clenched in his sleeves.
The cultivators of the hundred schools headed by the students of the academy stood still, and the sudden military order pierced their hearts like a dagger.
"We are going to die this time for the sake of victory. Who in the younger generation would dare to say that a scholar has no courage?"
"In addition to strategizing and devoting their lives in the temple, scholars can also fight and sacrifice heroically in the battlefield."
"If there is a choice, Master will not take this path."
A skinny scholar in green shirt smiled freely, waved his hand and left first.
Thirty scholars who had been arranged before the battle silently followed, while hundreds of martial arts scholars fell behind. The team was like a long winding dragon.
War is so cruel, they know they have to sacrifice, and it may not even help.
At this moment, no matter who it is, there is some despair in the heart.
However, the Central Plains has never lacked people who are desperate enough to die resolutely.
Although there are a few who want to be deserters, but facing the sad eyes, they will be cowards for a lifetime if they step back, so they would rather be heroes for a moment.
Even if no one remembers me, that moment is still bright like a shooting star.
Two miles away from Yumen Pass, gray mist covered the crescent moon, and the gloomy and suffocating misfortune fell into hell.
The hysterical shouts of the barbarians and the rumble of drums could be vaguely heard in the ears, and a few large purple banners rose from the end of the gray fog.
"Array!" the master yelled.
In the boundless silence, hundreds of martial arts scholars performed their duties, driving their internal forces in their own directions.
boom!
The sky and the earth were bright, and the beam of light fell to the ground, like a waterfall falling from the nine heavens and pouring into the world!
The surrounding gray mist swirls and flows towards the Western Region again. The gray mist gradually converges into a small stream.
"efficient."
Countless people looked solemn, and the hideous and distorted faces in the formation were clearly suffering from severe pain.
"Students are invited to die."
The master was drinking blood, but his face was still calm.
The moment the sound came out, the students of the academy who were at the center of the contending array all sacrificed their spirits and souls, the beam of light became brighter and brighter, and the gray fog of the military camp quickly rushed towards the Western Regions.
Tears filled the eyes of Princess Chu. She watched the scholars of Chu fall in the ranks, and those youths in their prime and prime of life died without hesitation on the battlefield of the Western Regions.
"The Mo family will follow!"
Duke Qin of Dong Wu roared angrily.
"Taoist follow up." Ruan Xian looked at a group of Taoist priests in the southeast corner, they were already bleeding from their seven orifices.
The gray mist within a hundred miles was getting darker, but the corpses in the formation were more eye-catching.
"They will shine immortal light in the annals of history." Some military generals looked sad, and the arms holding the guns were trembling.
"No, they just want to win." Xu Ting's voice was stern.
Suddenly.
A hundred li is transparent, and the purple light dispels the night.
In sight, ten masked old monsters were entrenched in the air, with strange aura gushing out from their bodies, condensing into a long snake, and striking towards the gray mist.
Enter!
Come on! !
In just a short moment, the mischievous stream flowed in the opposite direction and once again spread towards the Central Plains barracks.
Instead of stopping, the ten abyss saints crazily blessed their holy power, vowing to let the misfortune erode the 60 elites of the Central Plains.
It is never a saint who decides the outcome of a war, but ordinary and ordinary soldiers.
"Farmer, go to death!"
A rough and dark enlightened man's heart was pierced like a knife, and his voice kept vibrating in the formation.
As the young farmers sacrificed their lives one by one, the large array of beams of light shone brightly one after another, competing with the purple long snake and winning again.
"Gu Changan."
The purple-haired old monster roared.
A white-haired man in a red robe walked out behind him, and he just looked around the Central Plains people quietly, looking at the shocked faces.
Including the rumored empress who was utterly beautiful, her face was pale at the moment, as if seeing the most terrifying spectacle in the world.
"Why do you want to die?"
"Is it bitter, no one is worth sacrificing your life, stop it."
The white-haired man spoke softly, then said with a lonely smile:
"No matter how much despair you have experienced, you still can't meet hope, and you will die in the end. Why don't you ask yourself."
"Who are you living this life for?"
"You are covered with bruises, and they shed a few fake tears, which will be forgotten tomorrow, and you will suffer tomorrow."
"Back, back..."
His voice was hoarse and muddy at the end, and he walked around like a madman.
The formation fell into a desperate silence.
The beam of light suddenly dimmed, and the shoulders of all martial arts scholars trembled, with blood oozing from both sides of their noses.
It was difficult for them to accept this scene. The hero of the Central Plains they most admired was now standing in the ranks of barbarians.
"Fake!" The empress Qingsi danced wildly, roaring hysterically for the first time in her life.
"Deceive yourself!" The purple-haired old monster's voice was like rolling thunder, his eyes leaped across the vast crowd, and fell on the world's number one astrologer:
"Li Ping, aren't you good at divination, please."
The Taoist robed girl held the Heaven Peering Talisman, the copper plate at the front shattered without wind, and the hexagram pole was also broken.
"Fake, Gu Chang'an is still in the Western Regions." She said firmly with red eyes.
Master Ruan Xian and other saints were silent, they keenly captured the hesitation and pain in Li Ping's eyes.
"You clearly peeped out that he is at Yumen Pass, why lie?" The purple-haired old man laughed loudly, and his voice spread far away along the gray mist.
A perfect masterpiece, of course, is perfect everywhere. The abyss has long been wary of Li Ping's terrifying talent and forged the heavenly secret in advance.
"Chang'an, only the abyss of the empire is your hometown."
"You will be the pride of the empire, you will bring glory to the empire!!"
Many old monsters waved their arms and roared unscrupulously. The purple long snake was compact and strong, pushing the gray mist another hundred miles away.
"Chang'an never leaves home, Chang'an never surrenders!" Liu Shang shouted at the far end with all the strength in his chest, no matter how similar his disguise was, he couldn't be Chang'an.
"Master..." The female emperor's eyes signaled to continue the formation, no one in the world will be Gu Chang'an.
"A group of selfish people always think that I am omnipotent and that I am a god. When I was surrounded by ten thousand wild dogs, where were you?"
"Why can't I embrace a new life? If it were you, you would have pledged allegiance to the barbarian dog three years ago!"
The white-haired man lost control of his emotions, his voice was shrill and trembling.
Hearing the word "savage dog", the purple-haired old monster narrowed his eyes slightly, but he quickly calmed down, the more he did this, the less he would show his flaws!
This dog thing is really like it!
In a trance, there is an illusion that he is really a lunatic in a lonely city.
"Are you still stupid?"
A group of old monsters looked at the hundreds of martial arts scholars in the formation, only half of them were left in a daze, feeling like their faith had collapsed.
The most feared thing is the "Hundred Schools Conflict Formation". Although it is a false formation, its effect is enough to disperse bad luck.
Only let "Gu Chang'an" be punished!
This plan takes effect!
Not only the formation people, but also the generals in the distance also showed despair, and panic spread in the barracks like a hurricane.
It was the torch held high in the darkness that spread throughout the Central Plains, and it was what that man did that gave the Chinese descendants the courage to fight, and the moment before the Central Plains started the war——
He descended.
How ridiculous?
Although the vast majority of the generals did not believe it, no matter how similar they were to the portrait man, they were steadfast, but panic quickly spread to the army under their command like a plague.
……
Gold platform.
After receiving the news from Fei Ge, the Man Emperor suddenly stood up, punched the throne, and laughed heartily:
"The Han slaves are in danger!"
Shaking morale before the battle can be called lore, and a forgery of the abyss is enough to determine the victory.
Ninety percent of the Hannu did not believe it, but as long as one percent believed it, a gap in unity and cohesion would be a catastrophic blow on the battlefield.
"Oh." The Man Emperor sighed.
He came here with passion, imagining so many plots and schemes along the way, planning so many strategies, but he never expected to rely on the abyss.
There is a kind of aggrieved feeling that there is nowhere to vent their talents and abilities.
The burly judge pleaded loudly:
"Your Majesty, for the first battle at noon tomorrow, the humble ranks will lead [-] elites to be the vanguard and defeat the Hannu in one fell swoop!"
"No!" Mandi smiled sternly, "Don't be defeated, I want to disembowel everyone!"
Carl frowned suddenly and looked up at the gray sky.
The Hannu set up a formation to disperse the misfortune in the opposite direction, and the leaked misfortune came faintly to the Western Regions, and was still flowing towards the deep seven thousand li territory.
"Your Majesty, I feel that I have overlooked something..." He was restless.
……
Late at night, lonely city.
Gu Changan leaned against the wall of the watchtower with his legs hanging in the air, staring at the moonlight with clear and clean eyes.
"It's been quiet for a long time, why come to steal my home again." He jumped down from the tower, and a wisp of light gray gas was about to approach the border of the flag.
"roll!"
Gu Changan's hair was disheveled, and he cut it off with a single sword.
In an instant, the misfortune and the unique aura of misanthropy and cruelty merged into one, and then the misfortune that drifted in strands flocked towards Gu Chang'an like crazy.
"Will it snow?" He suddenly smiled, although there was tearing pain in his internal organs, but he was used to it and felt no pain.
He remembered the experience of the first snowfall, which was also formed by the evolution of qi.
Henceforth, Gu Changan stood beside the banner with his sword standing, frantically devouring the ashes of refining.
The wind is surging, the sky and the earth are rumbling, and the yellow sand is rolling into a giant dragon.
Light snow fluttered and fell, along the road where the misfortune came from, from west to east, the snowflakes were like an arrow shot towards Yumen Pass, presenting a majestic vision.
Gu Changan was dripping with blood, he staggered and wanted to follow the heavy snow, but he could only refine on the spot because he wanted to guard his home.
……
Gold platform.
Countless soldiers fell into deathly silence.
The misfortune was rampant, and the gray mist spread like a torrential river for seven thousand miles in the Western Regions, sweeping away countless camps along the way.
Mandi was as dull as a sculpture, and said in a daze:
"Could it be that the abyss sage lost to a hundred schools of thought contending for Taoism and suffered backlash?"
The judges' scalps were numb.
This blood of doom is now beginning to erode the son of the empire. It is useless to use it together. Both parties are in a bad state of mind and stand on the same starting line. Isn't the killer joke funny?
"The abyss sage faked a lunatic, does it work?" Mandi was furious, and he couldn't believe how the misfortune flowed into the depths of the Western Regions.
But in an instant, Mandi's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had encountered the most incredible scene in the world.
Backflow!
snow!
heavy snow!
From left to right, from west to east, the snowflakes are gradually drifting towards Yumen Pass.
And the traces of heavy snow passing by, there is a very deep and obvious heaven and earth aura, that kind of world-weary and bloodthirsty meaning, any practitioner can easily detect it.
The truth speaks for itself!
All eyes were on the throne, Karl was out of his mind, he finally knew what he had overlooked.
lonely city.
A lunatic in the hinterland of seven thousand miles.
Hey!
He absorbed all the bad luck! !
If it wasn't for refining, there would never be a phenomenon of heaven and earth.
Mandi was dizzy, his whole body was limp on the throne, his breathing was short, and his pupils were scarlet red.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he lost face.
The blood of doom in the abyss, that lunatic can actually refine it?
"I made a mistake!" The corner of Man Emperor's mouth twitched, and he suddenly felt his face was gone. Looking around, the judge and the central generals stood silently, but no one spoke.
In the words of the Central Plains, Mianxia is called stealing a chicken without losing a lot of rice.
Enemy!
Although it wasn't intentional, no one expected that the formation of a hundred schools of thought would drive the misfortune back to the Western Regions. In a sense, it was the Central Plains helping lunatics.
But the empire only looks at the results.
His Majesty's move is really ridiculous, since the lunatic can refine it, his cultivation must have skyrocketed a lot...
There is no filial son in front of the long-term sickbed, and Mian Xia operates again and again, no matter how loyal he is, he has to think twice.
If this battle goes a little bit wrong, His Majesty will be removed from the kingship by Abyss.
As an enemy, that really slapped Abyss hard! !
……
Yumen Pass.
The screen stopped abruptly.
The world seemed to freeze.
Countless people looked up to see the heavy snow coming, and the pure white snowflakes just drifted towards the Central Plains barracks, but any traces of gray fog were covered by goose feather snow.
"It's snow." The soldiers from Eastern Wu had never seen heavy snow before, and it was even more difficult to imagine such a strange scene. The snow flowed from west to east, and it was fleeting.
"It's him!" A military commander clanged forcefully and looked uplifted.
That unique self-created qi mechanism is really too obvious.
"Gu Chang'an!"
Deafening roars sounded all around instantly, and countless soldiers waved their arms and roared.
Before the battle, the empress and his wife tried their best to restrain their emotions, but when the snowflakes fell on their palms, they still felt the earth-shaking shock.
He stood up again.
"It's him!" Li Ping's eyes lighted up excitedly, and the place where the aura passed was as if he had come here.
But in an instant, he was depressed again, as if his chest was pressed by a boulder and he couldn't breathe.
He absorbed the boundless misfortune alone, just like the nightmare that hundreds of thousands of generals had endured, he alone absorbed it.
"Chang'an?" The master burst out with righteousness and turned into the word "Zhu" to blast the white-haired man:
"You deserve it too?!"
The white-haired and red-robed man suddenly panicked. How could an enlightened man survive this blow? He wanted to hide behind the purple-haired man, but was kicked to the ground.
"Trash!"
The old monster from the abyss was on the verge of exploding in anger, the purple long snake gradually returned to nothingness, and everyone flung their sleeves and left Yumen Pass.
What a shame!
It was a face-to-face slap, and I wished I could find a hole in the ground to get in.
How does this trash under the crown of the gods do things? Won't the pouring out misfortune send someone to eliminate it?
If the war is hindered, Tuobali must go to the gallows to apologize to the people of the empire!
boom.
The abandoned white-haired man was pierced in two, and he couldn't die anymore.
In the distance, Zhe Lan stood in front of the gate, looking at the excited and joyful Yumen Pass, his expression was in a daze.
At that moment, at this moment.
Can it be so similar?
He used to go this way.
Yue Jiuling made the same mistake again.
Hu Yanshou didn't learn his lesson.
then……
The king of the empire is also planted!
Almost all of them are of the same kind of chronic suffering, and sometimes it is even suspected that it is the reincarnation of destiny?
……
PS: Two chapters in one, two chapters published together.
(End of this chapter)
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