One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 51 Kick Flag [Big Chapter]

A mediocre ordinary person has been famous for a hundred years because of a poem, which is known to all women and children in the Central Plains.

"The Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep, and it's not as good as Wang Lun's love for me."

150 years ago, Qinglian Layman Li Bai passed by Huizhou in the south of the Yangtze River. Wang Lun treated him warmly and became famous for donating poems.

In the following hundred years, the Wang family claimed to be a family of poetry and literature. As a concubine, Wang He was not welcomed by the family at all, and he had no talent for poetry and writing.

When did you start learning to be selfish?

It should be when he was 12 years old, he spent half a month writing a seven-character poem that he thought was brilliant, and walked into his father's house nervously.

I remember the ups and downs of the teenager's mood at that time, and he was pacing with his head bowed while pinching the hem of his clothes all the way. He hoped and even prayed for his father's appreciation, so as to improve the poverty-stricken life of the mother and son.

Ru Ya's father stood under the loquat tree in front of the court, and when he saw the worthless bastard, he turned his face away and walked towards the depths of the courtyard.

Wang He still remembers that the sun cast the shadows of the loquat tree branches on his father, and the clear shadows were like pieces of ice that stung his eyes. Thinking about it now, he still feels the chill.

From that day on, he never cared what other people think.

When his mother died, Wang He wore Taoist robes to roam the rivers and lakes, and at the same time, he carried the nickname of ignorance and righteousness, and gradually became the number one monk in the Mesozoic Era of China.

The spiritual energy of Shenzhou is too thin, and the shallow water is destined to be unable to accommodate the carp overlooking the Longmen.

So he goes.

With Yi Jiangnan's new name, he walked into the abyss of the barbarians, and also walked into the roaring insults of the Chinese people.

Where is wrong?

How can it be wrong to live for yourself?
The memory lingered in his mind, Yi Jiangnan looked up at the crumbling cross, and at the same time stared at the excited faces of the old monsters.

Since when did the faith start to waver?
Maybe it's the tragedy of the people in the Central Plains that became the achievements of the holy city to sing and show off, maybe it's the tragedy of the isolated city for 60 years, maybe it's the resoluteness of millions of soldiers to go to the national calamity.

He even believed that it was at this very moment that the lone soul figure was using flesh and blood to create a crazy act that had never been seen before or since.

When a nation lives and dies, it is possible to fall into the abyss at any time. Ordinary people should not be alone, let alone those with abilities?
boom!
The hanging cross projected blood light under the eyes of everyone, and at the same time, there was a sound of pine waves pouring like a waterfall:

"Sin of Anger!"

"Sin of Anger!"

"Sin of Anger!"

The sound is persistent.

When the blood glow roared like a ferocious beast with a mouth full of blood, the world was completely silent.

The first six counts of the Seven Deadly Sins—

Gluttony.

Lazy.

greedy.

arrogant.

Hey.

Lust.

That demon doesn't have any of these human weaknesses!
How can death trial be something that never existed?

But when the "crime of anger" resounded through the holy city, both the common people and the practitioners were relieved, as excited and happy as if they were imprisoned in death row and met freedom once.

Anger, he can't escape!
If you are not angry, why are you killing people in the holy city?Why kill people to seek justice?

But the moment before they thought they had succeeded, the scene changed abruptly.

"How could you become impulsive after restraining yourself all your life, how stupid..." Yi Jiangnan squirmed her lips gently.

The voice lingered, lingered, and suddenly exploded!
There was a bang, like a waking of insects and light thunder!
Yi Jiangnan clenches his fist with five fingers and rises up from the ground.

The air mechanism spread from the fist to the entire arm, and then to the shoulders, gradually covering the Taoist air pattern of thunder and lightning.

This punch is grand and brilliant!

This punch is bright and fearless!

"presumptuous!"

"No!"

Hysterical panic, creepy roar.

A wave of murderous intent swept across, Yi Jiangnan's fisted wrist broke, but the shadow of the fist had already smashed towards Xuemang.

The blood spilled all over the sky, and the Taoist priest fell to the ground like a broken log, just smiling and looking up at the disappearing blood light and the fragmented ghost image of the cross.

He knows he can do it.

The ghost statues of the Seven Deadly Sins gathered in the abyss, not only the land gods, but all the saints participated in it, and all of them have traces of energy hidden inside.

A ray of energy that belonged to him was affected, and it was smashed naturally.

The city was dead silent.

The faces that were originally excited turned into shock in an instant, and the sudden change was like God ruthlessly depriving them of hope.

Gu Chang stood quietly, looking at the figure lying in a pool of blood, unable to contain his sadness, the former figure of Gao Chaoen gradually overlapped with it.

"You ungrateful bastard!" The purple-haired old monster was mad with hatred, and his index finger was like a hundred-meter-long boa constrictor, forcibly pouring into the lifeblood of the Taoist's seven orifices.

"Bastard!!" He couldn't get over his anger, and let out a roar that shook the sky.

In order to completely exterminate the lonely soul, Abyss spent a full year of energy, gathering the power of all the saints to gather the ghost statue of God.

All the hard work is ruined!
All the hard work paid off!

Buried in the hands of traitors!

How can you not be angry! ?

"Yi Jiangnan, how did the empire ever betray you?"

A strong emotional storm hits Tuoba Tianxia like a mountain top.

Her hands were numb, her blood was congealed, her heart was suffocated, as if a sharp knife had been pierced into her chest, and her internal organs were all ruptured!

Just a little bit, the haze hanging over the empire will dissipate.

Tens of thousands of monks from the people looked hateful, and they only blamed themselves for not being able to crush the traitor's bones and gnaw the traitor's flesh!
Recalling Jiangnan, has the empire treated you harshly?
No!

He has never won the Medal of Glory, let alone the credit, but he has the castle location that many practitioners dream of, and has been practicing for 20 years!

Is the empire threatening you?
No! !
You said you didn't want to harm the homeland of the Central Plains, the abyss never gave you a mission!
A total beast!
The Taoist priest's seven orifices ooze blood, and before the soldier's solution, he is returning to the light. He stood firmly, wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes and said softly:

"Sorry, those 20 years were the most comfortable years of my life."

Several land gods have blue veins, and an extremely talented practitioner can advance to land gods within eight years. What scenery in the world can compare with the sky?

"I'm sorry for you, but you have harmed every family in the Central Plains."

Yi Jiangnan just coughed a few times, just like a normal person, he smiled self-deprecatingly:

"Actually, our nation is very strange. We have been infighting for ten years, and we still like to divide Chu people, Shu people, and Yan people by region. Once we fight, there will be mortal enemies. Even the graves of the enemies' ancestors will be dug up. It's so funny. It’s such an absurd homeland.”

"But when you invaded, only one sentence could be heard in the entire land of Shenzhou—Brute dog, I will fuck your mother."

Yi Jiangnan's body began to stagger, and the smile on his face became more intense, and he continued:
"It's funny, maybe this is the reason why the Chinese nation has been passed down to this day. The idea of ​​not being able to perish has been rooted in the blood."

He said with a sigh, "Including my blood."

"What is a fairy? There is a mountain next to the chevron, and the mountain suppresses all your thoughts that you shouldn't have. In fact, I have long understood that only practitioners who live for themselves can climb to the sky."

Yi Jiangnan bent down in pain, his legs could be seen turned into powder, he said tremblingly:

"I have traveled a long way and suffered a lot, but I still can't do it."

"There are gods three feet above the head, but there is a world three inches from the palm, and the world is the homeland of suffering."

The lonely confession drifted away with the wind, and the old monster from the abyss slowly closed his eyes.

Why immortal?
Zhongyuan's explanation is just right.

people, and mountains.

They understand that, so they try their best to evade their responsibilities in troubled times and hide in the abyss to cultivate.

But today's humiliation, can he escape again?
The deeper you sink in the world, the farther and farther you are from the sky.

Damn Hannu!

"You don't have to feel guilty. I died for the nation. You can bring hope to the nation more than me."

Yi Jiangnan's voice became hoarse, his body was cracked inch by inch, and the blood gushed like a magnificent spring.

"Actually, you should have come in earlier." He continued to look at the endless corpses, and also at the motionless figure in the muddy bones.

Gu Changan remained silent, and looked up at the gilded city wall, "I know this road is right, but I never took it before."

"Because it's too bitter." Yi Jiangnan took the opportunity to answer.

The two bodies were oozing blood, and they looked at each other and smiled.

"Being a hero is really miserable."

Yi Jiangnan whispered helplessly, and slowly closed her eyes.

He thought of his hometown. When he was a child, he would often walk alone in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella, stepping lightly on the bluestone paths and crossing several bridges, without realizing that his sleeves were half wet.

But that was also a memory from 30 years ago. In his heart, there is only dampness in the south of the Yangtze River, and the never-ending drizzle.

"It's not too late, but it's a pity that I didn't die in Jiangnan."

The Taoist priest who lived only for himself all his life died for the Chinese nation one day, and passed away suddenly.

Humans are inherently mortal, and it is a pleasure to die!
The solution of the soldiers was more thorough than a piece of broken porcelain, leaving only tattered Taoist robes on the ground.

The scattered air mechanism turned into a vision and swept across the air, more like being swept into the hearts of countless people in the holy city.

helpless.

The moment the ghost image of the cross shattered, their hearts almost burst.

Who will judge?

Who will sanction?

Just let the demons endlessly ruin the holy city and slaughter without stopping...

"Raise the sword and see you off!"

In the dead silence, just four words burst out suddenly, shooting violently to every corner.

The sound of "clang clang" collision seems to wash away the anger of the nation!

The [-] swords that had been pierced into the skull earlier each left the Tianling Cap and flew into the air, and then another [-] swords hung in the air from the barbarian practitioner's scabbard for no reason.

Nine thousand swords!
The holy city was filled with the power of a world-weary sword, covering the sky with a ferocious sword cry.

"Stronger..."

Countless practitioners felt suffocated and looked up at the green blades covering their heads.

The people with black and white skin were prostrate on the ground, their bodies trembling.

The first time was five thousand swords.

Now it is Nine Thousand Swords.

The more you kill, the more terrifying you are, a complete devil!
"Where is God..."

The pious believers pleaded, and quickly ended the day of despair.

It turns out that war is so terrible, and it turns out that being invaded is so helpless.

But the sword hangs but does not fall.

Gu Chang'an jumped up lightly, and suddenly broke free like a big storm, and was galloping with the momentum of thunder, pointing directly at the gold foil city pillar.

"bar--"

The shrill roar shook the city walls.

The half-pillar of Tianmen was full of radiance, and the white-haired figure rolled by the chaotic and turbulent energy wave, the seven land gods rushed towards him like lightning.

puff!
Gu Changan's flesh and blood exploded one after another, and wherever he went, the wind howled and the snow collapsed, like strips of pure white ribbons scattered in all directions.

Tuoba Tianxia's body stiffened every inch of his body, watching helplessly as the blood-smeared soul shadow rushed towards him.

Thirty feet away.

twenty feet.

ten feet.

……

Five feet.

Nine thousand swords fell instantly.

The endless howls of the holy city gathered into a graceful poem, and 9000 people died suddenly at the same time.

The lonely soul whose flesh and blood had been smashed to pieces by the gods on land now grew arms and sleeves again.

The snow-white sleeves actually made Tuoba Tianxia's purple pupils sting.

Turn your body into a sword.

she will die...

A pair of dragon horns on her head shone with lightning that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl. The lightning traveled to her five fingers. She only glanced at the old woman in a wedding dress beside her, and her five fingers clenched their fists and smashed her back, turning around and running away.

Clang!
Gu Changan emitted the clearest sword sound in the world, and slammed into the old woman.

Although the latter blocked it with a horizontal fist in time, due to the heavy force pushed from his back, his Qi was disordered, and his body was cut into two by the "sword".

From the abdomen as the dividing line, the lower body burst into the city wall, and the upper body was carried by a bloody hand.

Gu Changan looked regretfully at the fleeing figure in the dragon robe, then grabbed the old woman's blond hair and smashed her against the gold foil city pillar.

The head of the old lady in the wedding dress swung back and forth, side to side, and made a dull sound when her head hit the golden pillar. Her eyes were stained red with blood, and her facial features were distorted beyond recognition.

The mighty [-]-handed long sword hung in the air again, and the old woman in the wedding dress was knocked to pieces and died.

Ten thousand swords!

"She saved you from disaster." Gu Changan stared at his twitching fingers, and chuckled lightly while standing on top of the pillar.

The laughter was flat, calm, and without any emotional ups and downs.

But the whole holy city is like a gloomy tomb, with no sound at all.

Everyone knows that this sentence was spoken to His Majesty the God of Heaven.

They all saw that scene, His Majesty the God made the most unbearable and shameful move in order to escape for his life.

If she hadn't pushed the abyss messenger to the "sword", she might have died.

Oh, God!
The leader of the supreme kingdom of God, the lord of the city in the sky, would be so cowardly.

"Kill!!" Tuoba Tianxia with disheveled hair, hovered in the air where the saints gathered, and gave orders like crazy.

The saint of the abyss was so sad that he almost killed the king.

Although the Central Throne is a puppet of the abyss, it is also the facade of the Supreme Kingdom of God. Once the facade is killed in full view, it will be an unimaginable disaster.

Are land gods incompetent?
No.

They smashed the demon's body easily, but the soul did not die, and the flesh and blood grew out of the murder.

The sword formation that hangs in the air, not to mention the land gods, even if they can defend without hurting a bit, but they can't make the sword formation disappear at all.

Because the air mechanism is completely different!

The holy city is the center of the new world, but the lonely soul is still in the old world from beginning to end!

The rascal of rascals.

It's like walking into a dead end, with no choice but to watch the lonely soul approaching step by step.

They suddenly felt that the former lunatic was very kind.

Kind……

What an incredible description?
It's just a child who just wants to guard the house. If you don't provoke him, he will ignore you.

But now he is completely reduced to a devil!
"Why don't you dare to move?"

"continue."

Gu Changan jumped off the city pillar and walked slowly on the long street.

Every step he stepped on the corpse made a "bang bang bang" sound.

"Yes, I'm here on a pilgrimage," he said with a smile.

The voice is very soft, floating in the towering golden arch, I heard that the barbarians call it the Arc de Triomphe.

Every time you return from a victorious battle, you will receive the cheers and glory of the holy city here.

It is worthy of being the center of heaven's favor. The holy city does not have the beauty of classical beauty at all, but whether it is a church or a statue, a tall building or a long street, there is a beautiful arrogance, a bright color of self-importance.

Why are you arrogant?

Of course, God alone likes this place.

"I said I came on a pilgrimage."

There is only a hoarse voice left in the world.

Like a majestic holy city, one person dominates ups and downs!
boom!
Three thousand swords fell together, and 3000 people were pierced into two pieces, like a petal split from the middle.

boom!
The half-pillar of the Heavenly Gate was shining brilliantly, and the mighty power of heaven poured into the fist, which knocked over the peaceful strolling figure.

Flesh and flesh are falling, snowflakes are drifting again, and the goose feather snow will soon cover a thick layer of snow.

The sword falls again and again.

Three thousand swords fell again, and a group of people with dark skin and thick lips trembled, knelt down and roared:
"There is Tang Zhaozhao, and the sky is blessed by all nations!!"

"My ancestors once offered incense in the Taimiao of Chang'an City. There is a feeling of incense... There is a feeling of incense..."

This roar was no less than a slap in the face of Abyss.

In the sacred city of the sky, some people actually started calling for Dongtu, what a shame!

To no avail.

The three thousand swords fell, the tip of the sword was already stained with blood, but there was also sword energy lingering, like a bright red seal of judgment, stamped on their heavenly spirit cover.

They will never understand that tens of millions of unjust souls have been entrenched in the land of Shenzhou for decades of burning, killing, looting and looting of the people of the Central Plains, and the massacre of innocent people, and hatred cannot be resolved.

Either the Central Plains will perish, or the barbarians will be wiped out.

Other than that, there is no third way.

There were only [-] swords left in the sky, and the [-] swords that could kill people flew into the air again, and a few more swords suddenly came out of their sheaths and merged with the bloody swords.

Why only a few swords?
Because within a thousand miles, there are only a few sword cultivators left in the holy city.

Endless despair filled the air, and the barbarians were too terrified to move. They could only gamble on luck, hoping that one of the green spears would not fall on top of their heads.

If the devil is an invincible god, God, they can still close their eyes and wait for death with peace of mind.

But he is not!

He is a body of flesh and blood, he will continue to bleed and lose his flesh and bones, he just can't kill him stubbornly.

The seven land gods were short of breath, and the castle giant in the distance closed his eyes and sighed.

The knot of the rope cannot be untied!

They keep taking action to suppress and kill the newly grown fleshy body, which will only pollute the Taoist heart with the dust of the world, but they will sit by and watch the holy city be devastated!
Gu Chang'an didn't look back, and continued to walk toward the Holy City. His fingers kept bleeding, as if he was about to die at any moment.

It also just seems.

All the frozen silence, the never-ending terror!
Suddenly, a commoner with a dog's tail and head rushed over. The knights who defended the country did not dare to move, the golden elite did not dare to move, and the practitioners were silent.

An ordinary citizen rushed towards the demon fearlessly, and the impact brought by this scene was extremely huge.

The empire doesn't know anything, although tens of millions of people will go to it, but they know a famous saying——

If God deceives me, I am willing to slash at God with a knife and defend my faith with courage!

The man stretched his hands into his bosom, twisted his face, approached the lonely soul step by step, and said intermittently:

"Be sure to ask you again and again...thousands of times...without hesitation...to save the nation from all difficulties."

The moment he finished speaking, he pulled out a bright red flag rolled up in his arms, which was the flag of Chu State 15 years ago.

"I originally wanted to go home with the military flag on, and my parents and children would forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. Now I give it to you."

The man fell to the ground with a thud, only a ray of light from the Tianmen fell down, and he was bleeding from all seven orifices.

"What's your name?" Gu Changan held the flag tightly.

"Ding...Ding Shuhai, from Yangzhou..." The man finished speaking in one breath, pointed at the pilgrimage gate with trembling fingers, and then died with a smile.

I can't see it though.

But I'm sure Gu Yingxiong will definitely do it.

When my parents and children know about it, they will definitely be proud of me, and they can stand up straight in front of the folks.

Numerous people's scalps exploded, and they looked at the pilgrimage tower along the line of sight.

A obelisk stands in the square, and the golden afterglow gives it a gentle orange color.

The obelisk has a purple painted castle imperial flag, which has stood there for 70 years, fluttering in the wind.

That is the spirit of Laputa!
That is the symbol of the supreme kingdom of God!
"Quick, stop it!"

Tuoba Tianxia shuddered and let out a heart-piercing roar.

The abyss practitioner was almost dizzy, subconsciously erupted with majestic aura, and countless figures rushed towards the lonely soul.

Gu Chang'an hugged the flag, and calmly rushed towards the pilgrimage to the obelisk. His body turned into the cruelest sharp sword, and he slammed straight forward like that, and the barbarians screamed violently along the way.

At the same time, the sword screen vibrated and buzzed, the seven thousand swords did not fall together, but one after another, orderly like a queue.

Gu Changan's body was forcibly broken, and his arms and shoulders were hit by fists and palms, but the rhythm of killing people with a sword kept him growing slowly.

When the lonely soul walks from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood to the pilgrimage monument, the black mist rises with the wind and soars along the sacred monument.

At this moment, the whole city was completely silent.

Like a thunderbolt in a silent place, they clearly felt the severe pain in their hearts, stabbed like sharp knives, and they didn't even dare to look any more.

Gu Changan hung side by side with the obelisk, he quietly watched the huge barbarian flag whistling in the wind, then suddenly raised his foot and kicked the flagpole hard.

boom!
Ziqi fell to the ground slowly.

The screen seemed to freeze.

The broken flagpole collided with the tower and made a slight sound, and the faces of the people in the city were hideous, humiliating to the extreme.

But not enough.

Gu Changan rolled up a corner of the bright red flag on the broken part of the flagpole, and the flag fluttered wildly. He said in a deep voice:

"Huaxia nation, fight to the death."

"The mountains and rivers are different, we cannot live together!"

Many years later, despite countless setbacks, when survivors tell their friends about their darkest and most humiliating time, it will always be this moment.

The banner changed hands!

Since the founding of the country, the flagpole of the empire, which has never been blown by the wind, has actually been planted with the flag of the Central Plains.

That kick was not so much a kick on the flagpole, it was better to say that it kicked away the dignity of the people of the empire and the glory of the holy city.

So what about heaven's favor?

So what if you have a territory of 50 million miles in 2000 years?

So what if you are invincible all over the world?

You can't even keep the most important things at home! !
The Central Plains spies were in a trance and everything was messed up, their blood pulse was confused with their vision, and their vision was gradually blurred by tears. They had never seen such a scene of blood boiling.

Just kick over the barbarian holy flag.

The red flag was fluttering in the wind, as if the Chinese nation was making the most unyielding roar!

Gu Changan protected the flag with one hand, looked at the distant Blood Moon Abyss, and murmured softly:

"I'm just an ordinary person, but fate gave me extraordinary abilities. When I was young, my only wish was to have a virtuous and gentle wife."

"If you can get a few acres of land, you will feel very lucky. I would rather work hard than work hard to cultivate these lands. I will save enough surplus food for my daughter to exchange for a dowry. I will live a happy life without disease and disaster. Like many people in the Central Plains, I have a simple wish. Simple."

He said with a bright smile for no reason, then raised his head and said loudly:
"Listen, thief, from now on, I don't marry a wife and have children, I don't want glory and I don't want graves, where I die, I rot, I'm after you!"

"A god who has been fighting and counting for 80 years, you still want to control the people of 4000 years? Where is the reason, I don't believe it!"

In the quiet holy city, only the sound echoed.

The sky is shocked, the mountains fall and the ground cracks! !

All the people of the empire knew that their arrogance was shattered at this moment, and their dignity was crumbling like a flag.

Gu Changan took the flag and floated away from the obelisk. The gods of the abyss land were there, and he knew that it was impossible for him to recast his physical body today.

Repeating the process of growing his body and breaking it again, his spirit was already exhausted, and the constant pain haunted him all the time.

Just a long monologue, faintly like a precursor to madness, he must stop in time.

Same again in a few days.

Anyway, the rest of my life was wasted with the barbarians.

The entire city in the sky is witnessing the departure of lonely souls, and the people feel happy despite being horrified?
But what about the future?
The devil leaves when he feels tired and comes back another day?
Suddenly there is an absurd illusion.

Holy city is a bitch now, leave after fuck, come and fuck again!
Tuoba Tianxia's face was distorted like a wild beast, and her purple pupils were burning with humiliating anger. She looked at the motionless land god, and at the same time at the painful abyss saint.

that's it?
How could this be so? ! !

The lonely soul suddenly stopped, and countless people's hearts suddenly tightened. He stood still, and the hearts of the people stopped, and they felt suffocated.

Gu Changan looked around, and suddenly smiled happily:
"We have defended the isolated city in the Western Regions for 65 years. Why can't we defend the sacred and inviolable city in the sky?"

After speaking, he left slowly.

The sword screen fell with one sword after another, sending him out of the sky city with a death cry.

The snowflakes gradually disappeared, the mist dispelled the blood, the sky over the holy city was cloudless, and the sun shone on every building.

It seems nothing is different from before.

But everyone knows that from now on, the world will be turned upside down!
The safest city in the world?
An empire favored by the gods?
How not to save the stacked corpses?Why not kill the evil devil?
What about the abyss?
What about under the crown of the gods?
Where have they all gone! !

I thought that the public opinion in the holy city was boiling to the extreme, but the atmosphere was extremely quiet.

Rage is silent.

This winter has been so cold, so bloody, and so confusing.

……

……

In the evening, the sky regained its purity, and the sunset glow was dense.

The main street of the holy city was clean, without a trace of blood left, the Arc de Triomphe was still shining with gold, and the pilgrimage obelisk was still flying a giant purple flag.

But the streets of the holy city, which had always been bustling, were deserted, the sparse soldiers bowed their waists and necks, and the frightened people closed the courtyard doors tightly.

In just five hours, from prosperity to depression, it seems that the aura of self-confidence that relies on the way of heaven has been cut off.

Darkest hour!

The history of the empires of later generations, no matter whether it is heavily rendered or understated, without exception, will be concluded with the national humiliation as the coffin of today.

There is nothing to add in just a few words.

"National humiliation! Humiliation!! Disaster!!!"

On the altar on the top floor of the castle, countless majestic figures roared, and the spiral stairs trembled faintly.

This day brought eternal pain to the empire, and also nailed the abyss to the pillar of shame in history.

The plummet of luck can no longer be described as "fall", but a sharp decline.

The imperial capital, the core of heaven and the birthplace of glory, has been so devastated!
"Come out in full force, kill!"

A white-haired old monster with a strange head roared sharply, which startled the land gods in the deepest part of the spiral staircase.

There are fifteen of them.

That's right, fifteen land gods.

"What is the use?"

Yuezhiguang, who had shattered Gu Changan's body in the past, spoke in a deep voice, with a red face and green pupils, and his voice was haggard.

The ghost image of the cross can be condensed again, but who can be sure that the crime of anger will definitely kill the lonely soul?

Yi Jiangnan betrayed the empire to block the blood of the crime of anger before he was sure.

"It's shameful to expand the world!!" The white-headed old monster stared at the dazed queen, wishing she could be put on the gallows immediately.

"Okay..." An old woman on crutches shouted in a deep voice, "What's the use of accusing her?"

The altar fell into a long dead silence.

It would be ridiculous to use the scapegoat trick again, talking about national humiliation, and the people witnessed it with their own eyes. This kind of shame can't be vented by beheading the queen.

"Work together to wash away the national humiliation, if there is a difference, the law of heaven will not tolerate it!"

"A hypocritical supporter is born at the peak, and a true apostle is witnessed at dusk."

"The sudden catastrophe of the empire is also a test of the will of the people. Some setbacks on the road to glory are inevitable."

The voice of the old woman on crutches shook the sky, and a pair of sharp eyes scanned the abyss.

Everyone was silent, and funerals and funerals could not deceive the people of the empire. As long as the lonely souls were not dealt with for a day, it would be difficult to restore their prestige.

The energy of the abyss is closely related to the strength of the empire. If the people start to lose confidence in the empire, the consequences will be disastrous!
"Could it be Heralds' prophecy?"

Tuoba Tianxia rolled his throat with difficulty, his voice hoarse.

The wizard uses his life to divination, and the Central Plains will explode seven times on the basis of the second three times the spiritual power.

"Definitely, absolutely!" the old woman said loudly.

The nightmare has already happened, of course she hopes to stop here, if not...

"Wait." Yue Zhiguang waved his arms wearily. Don't try to cover up such a shocking national humiliation, it will definitely spread to the Central Plains quickly.

Then the prophecy of Herades will be discernible.

"What should I do now?" The old woman turned her head and stared at Tuoba Tianxia.

She doesn't speak.

The altar crowd did not open their mouths.

The empire is not without soldiers and horses. The 2000 million-mile territory is full of imperial garrisons, but the journey is far away and they cannot return in a short time.

The closest is the 25 elites who attacked the two countries of Shu and Zhao.

Why do lonely ghosts come?
Being bound by the righteousness of the nation, what else can he do besides rescue the Central Plains?
For the current plan, on the one hand, retreat troops to defend the holy city, and on the other hand, conduct in-depth research on evil things that are better than the ghost statue of the cross.

Tuoba's heart is pierced like a knife, and the pain spreads inch by inch. In half a month, she will be able to swallow the Kingdom of Shu, then besiege the Kingdom of Zhao, and obtain the great feat of occupying the Eastern Territory since she came to power.

"Huh?" The old woman snorted heavily, half reminding and half threatening.

The sacred and inviolable city of the sky was suddenly humiliated. Who cares about expanding the territory? Only by overcoming the difficulties in front of us can we continue our journey to the east.

Tuoba Tianxia took a deep breath, as if even breathing was a sin, he said angrily:

"retreat!"

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PS: To make up for yesterday's update, Dazhang is qualified to ask for monthly tickets...

(End of this chapter)