One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 64

Kucha City.

Perhaps as early as the moment of recasting the body, the snowflakes in the sky stopped, but the yellow sand covered the thick snow, and the residual energy would never melt.

The white-haired man stood quietly outside the city. As the gust of wind picked up, the snow splashed and fell on the blossoming peach petals, and then shook him.

Gu Chang'an gently closed his eyes, frame by frame of the past emerged in his mind, and the life of more than 20 years has been imprinted in his soul.

"Our Anxi army has stood by for so many years, we just want to see the country and the people are safe, and I don't know if I will have the opportunity to see the peace and prosperity."

"Killing the enemy makes you stronger. I want to tie the rope of death around my neck. If I don't kill the land gods, who will punish this group of self-proclaimed heavenly gods?"

He whispered, then smiled:
"Before going to Huajue Lane, I thought I would never be able to leave you, but now I find that you are a little annoying. Why is it always you?"

"Forget it, follow me to fight one more time, and take Anxi's heroic soul to the barbarian holy city to be cool."

Endless sword energy flowed out from one sleeve.

The setting sun and dusk suddenly changed, and the sky was gloomy and dim.

Going against the sky, there must be a vast vision.

Rumble!
The ground was shaking, the four corners of the city wall were like thunder, and the yellow sand whizzed across the city.

Gu Chang'an's robe sleeves were stained with blood. He was under the heavy pressure brought by the air mechanism of heaven and earth, and his arms in the sleeves trembled violently.

He remembered "Cicada".

Buried in the ground for ten years, it emerges from the soil and only lives for one summer.

It may be to reproduce offspring, but the world is more willing to believe that the cicada wants to see the world and the sun, and the hustle and bustle that lasts all summer is its last pride in life.

If there are no cicadas in summer, there will be less beauty.

"Break out of the ground."

"I only live for one summer, but I have to be vigorous!"

Gu Changan clasped his hands together to make a sword, and there was a majestic sword aura as thick as a thousand-year-old locust tree all over his body, which was bright and dazzling.

Up!
The dark clouds are getting darker and lower, and they faintly press down on the desert.

The city of Kucha was swaying, and the peach trees rose first.

Gu Changan was covered in blood, thousands of wisps of sword energy coiled around the mottled city wall, his knees bent, and the blood gushed out.

"Every brick here, every piece of wood here, every mountain, is there something that I am not familiar with, and where is there no trace of my walking?"

Gu Chang'an's face was grim because of the severe pain. He used his body to transform into sword energy, flew along the city gate to the cemetery at the foot of the mountain, and circled the entire city.

suddenly.

The wind roared, and the thunder roared.

Piles of dark clouds are like black flames, burning in the boundless sky, and lightning is like fiery snakes, meandering in the desert.

"Get up!"

boom!
The lonely city broke through the ground.

This power is so scorching hot, it is like magma that has just spewed out of the crater, and it is mighty and mighty, destroying everything.

The bloody white-haired man stood up majestically and took a difficult step.

The whole city moved accordingly in the sword net.

This is the most shocking scene since the beginning of the world. The sky is as dark as the doomsday, the sky is criss-crossed by lightning, and the blood man is staggering.

step.

two steps.

The pace is getting faster and faster, ten thousand wisps of sword energy are fired like ten thousand arrows.

Gu Chang'an controlled the air with his sword energy, and the city of Kucha was off the ground inch by inch, about ten feet above the ground, moving slowly like that.

During the period of Wu Zetian, the city of Qiuci was built to defend the Western Regions, and all the surrounding tribes surrendered.

After the Anshi Rebellion, the city of Kucha hangs in the Western Regions alone, and the thousands of miles of desert has never seen what it used to be.

It stands there all the time.

It is persistence, even more stubbornness!

Maintaining the dignity of the Chinese nation, defending the last glory of the glorious Tang Dynasty with blood.

It has experienced the most glorious worship of all nations in history, and it has also endured 65 years of desperate suffering.

But today, it left.

Maybe never return.

But it will compose an epic movement of the spirit of China in a more unruly and rampant way!

The sword energy and the thunder and lightning pressed each other, collided repeatedly, accompanied by pillars of blood, and the blood-stained city wall, which was tens of miles long, trudged through the might of the sky.

The enlightened monks who were stationed in the old adjudicator's mansion saw the rare anger of the gods, so they came to investigate in the direction of the heaven and earth Qi.

Seeing this, he fainted directly.

He was not injured by the sword energy, but fainted from fright.

That kind of horror had made him suffocate with terror just before he fell into a coma.

Lord, what have I seen...

Support the city with your body!

That is a fucking city! ! !

Gu Changan's eyes were scarlet, and a stream of sword energy separated and burned the monk.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't feel any pain, but he never lacked perseverance. The Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountain and Jingwei Reclaiming the Sea may be fictional stories in ancient times, but moving the city is definitely not the case.

It can't be either!

……

On the plain of Yanmen Pass, raindrops the size of soybeans are densely packed, and the radiant light shines on the pass, and monks from all over the country continue to come here.

All the enthusiasm and resentment turned into powerlessness and humiliation the moment he saw the Sky Destroying Formation.

If the Yanmen Gate collapses, the Central Plains will suffer from severe illness and will almost be thrown into the [-]th floor of Abi Hell!
This moment of despair was unprecedented.

Despite being insulted and cast aside, the old man Rushan still stands firm. He has always adhered to the idea of ​​peacefully saving the common people, trying to convince Qianqianwanwan and his colleagues.

"In the current situation, Gu Chang'an is the culprit. If he hadn't provoked the empire, how could the land gods have stepped into the Central Plains?"

"Is there a gap in the dam, can it stop the surging river? If there is one, there will be two. If the land gods don't care about their own cultivation and begin to slaughter the Central Plains wantonly, how can mortals resist?"

Mei Shougeng's voice became louder and louder, and his face became more determined, like Huang Zhong Dalu, impassioned.

Beiliang Ruanxian's expression was gloomy, and he said coldly:

"Walking around for the barbarians, regardless of hard work, walking in the swampy and rugged, only thinking about the surrender of the Central Plains, you really put all your energy and dedication!"

"Ruan Sheng!" Mei Shougeng roared against the rainstorm:
"Thousands of merits and demerits can be judged by others. This old man is worthy of the people of the nation. The only way I can save the country is this old man!!"

"Please save the common people from the slaughter!"

Ruan Xian's chest rose and fell violently, and he couldn't control his loathing anymore, pointing at him and saying:

"Er Tsao's body and name are all destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be ruined through the ages!!"

"Stubborn and old-fashioned, you deserve to die!" Mei Shougeng was also furious, his two silkworm eyebrows twisted and twisted, and he said hysterically:
"Where is Gu Chang'an? You know, I know, the whole world knows!"

"He wants to ruin the holy city again. What can he get in exchange for a moment of happiness? National dignity?"

"The blood of the holy city is flowing into rivers, and the thousands of miles of city walls built by Qin Shihuang will be wiped out. Every young face here will be separated from their family members. Is this the result you hope for?"

"The fiercer Gu Chang'an resists, the more the nation will lay a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. In the future history books, no future generations will regard him as the chief culprit!!"

The land god behind him nodded when he heard the words. He was indeed a generation of wizards, Duke Mei, and he was indeed the best lobbyist in the empire.

Makes sense!
If there were no Hannu in the old world, the empire might not be so desperate. What do you say he resisted?

The plain fell into a boundless silence.

Suddenly a sharp voice sounded:

"Dare to ask Duke Mei, if your old mother was captured by the barbarians, it would be a mistake to dare to resist when she was being abused?"

It is one of the most ordinary monks in the Shu Kingdom.

Maybe some people in the other six countries will be deceived and shake their will, but the tens of thousands of people in Shu will never change their beliefs even if they let traitors spread their tongues.

Gu Yingxiong has the grace to save the country of Shu!
Without him that night in the holy city, how could the barbarians on all sides of Shu withdraw their troops.

"Why didn't you answer?" The monk stared wide-eyed.

Mei Shougeng was silent, then sighed and said:
"It's different."

"What's the difference?" The monk continued to growl and questioned:

"According to what you said, resistance is a sin, and resistance will make the barbarians more ferocious. Then your old mother should close her eyes and enjoy it, right?"

"You..." After being insulted like this, Mei Shougeng was speechless. There are some words that cannot be said, resistance is death, and there is still a way to survive if you don't resist. He died for nothing.

Emperor Zhao walked over surrounded by a group of Diao Temple, stared at Mei Shougeng through the rain curtain, and said sharply:
"You want to get rid of your crime of dishonesty and surrender to the enemy, and you want the whole of China to sink together. Everyone serves as a slave mount for the barbarians, and you don't care about your own life to extinguish the most dazzling lights in the mainland of China."

"You not only want to destroy Gu Chang'an, but you also want to destroy the civilization identity, national consciousness and fighting spirit behind the national hero!"

"Everyone surrenders with you, and you can turn your surrender into the so-called compliance with the destiny, with peace of mind and a clear conscience."

"Right and wrong are black and white, so upside down, it's chilling!!"

Before Mei Shougeng could speak, he roared again:

"You were successful at a young age, beheaded the governor in the street without accountability, and was awarded the number one scholar in the Golden Luan Palace at the age of 23. At that time, the emperor thought you were defeated and died for the country, so he buried you with national ceremonies, and you Jia sympathized with your Mei clan!"

"Do you dare to act presumptuously in front of me now?"

Emperor Zhao's voice was like thunder, and the agitation could not stop.

What he said was not only to humiliate Mei Shougeng, but to stabilize people's hearts. He had already noticed that many monks were shaken by the mighty might.

Mei Shougeng lowered his head slightly. He really had no face to face Zhao Guo. He staggered away and said softly:

"Follow the general trend, hold it up; go against the general trend, and the smoke will disappear."

"Everyone wants to be a hero and go down in history, but please think about the common people."

Just now.

Golden fist-like words poured out from the formation of a hundred schools of thought contending, bright and majestic, all blasting towards the old man in the rain.

"Definitely not to be disturbed by villain's heresy, not to be moved by traitor's sophistry."

"The grandchildren of Zhongyuan take the responsibility forward, bow and do their best, on the one hand, the Holy Master has the ambition to do something, and on the other hand, he will pass on the legacy of integrity and righteousness!"

Confucian gods, with the constitution of heaven in their mouths, follow the law when they speak.

Mei Shougeng remained motionless, letting the golden letters hang down.

"Hahaha, how dare a mere ants hurt the Duke of the Empire."

Sitting cross-legged, Julius Caesar's eyes opened and closed, and the gray light turned into an extremely fast gray chain, which easily shattered the gold letters, and his awe-inspiring righteousness became invisible.

"see it?"

"Master, in the eyes of the abyss, you are nothing more than an ant."

Mei Shougeng, with neither happy nor sad expression, walked back to the pass with the land gods.

The faces of countless monks on the plain were pale, and the master had used the power of the formation just now, but was cut off by the barbarians, and the barbarians had more than a dozen land gods...

"The Central Plains accepts my will and digs up the Mei family's ancestral grave!"

"List Mei Shougeng's evil deeds one by one, and comfort his ancestors!"

"I tell you, this is a personal enmity."

Wearing a crown and wearing a dragon robe, the noble empress hangs in the air, looking coldly at the fading figure.

Mei Shougeng's footsteps were stiff, and he gave a wry smile, where did the personal enmity come from, could it be insulting Gu Chang'an?

He has no intention of persuading, no matter how great the belief is, it will eventually be obliterated by the cruel reality.

The ancestors of the Mei family will also understand their good intentions.

The straight road is impassable, could it be that he is really going to be killed, so he can only take a detour!

"Mr. Mei, I'll go with you!" A big master monk suddenly rushed towards the old man in Confucian shirt.

He was really scared.

I thought I was fearless and could sacrifice myself for the nation, but when I witnessed those majestic figures of gods and those radiant heavenly gates, I really felt my insignificance.

Yanmen Pass will definitely be destroyed, thousands of miles of city walls will collapse, and the Central Plains will sink. If we don’t find a way out in time, it may be too late.

Instantly.

Dozens of monks rushed out of the plain, almost unstoppably running towards the light, they wanted to escape the darkness.

The hundred schools of thought contending formation trembled slightly and returned to normal in an instant, but the monks from all schools looked gloomy and refocused their minds for a moment.

Ruan Xian and the others clenched their fists tightly, but never made a move. At the moment when the barbarians were confronting each other in the Central Plains, how could they have the heart to kill their fellow nationals with their own hands?

hundreds of.

Two thousand.

Looking down from the sky, it looks like a group of fleeing ants, densely packed, without looking back.

Among them are the dignitaries of the Six Kingdoms, the clansmen of the millennium in the past, including the three peak enlightened people in the Jianghu, who are one step away from becoming saints.

All escaped.

The plain gradually became quiet like a tomb, and the huge raindrops did not extinguish the blood, but this scene made countless Zhongyuan sons heartbroken and desperate to live.

After all, defection is a minority. Although it is a minority, there are a total of two thousand monks with martial arts skills! !
Standing in the mountains behind the pass, all ethnic groups in the world looked at the Eastern monks rushing towards the light, gloating and smiling all over their faces.

It turns out that when a disaster strikes, people are all fucking the same, regardless of race and civilization, there is no distinction between high and low, it is human nature to be afraid of death!
I used to feel inferior and regretted that the dynasty surrendered too quickly, but now that I think about it, I am glad that I can still occupy a good position in the empire by surrendering early.

Emperor Uta and Princess Silla looked at each other, and the latter gave a faint smile:
"Die your life for the country and go to the country, are you willing?"

"willing!"

"Heroic sacrifice and never regret?"

"not regret!"

"Donate a horse to the border guards."

"Forget it, I do have a horse."

Emperor Uta laughed unscrupulously, pointing to the desperate Hirano monk, "When the Yanmen Gate collapses, I guarantee that there will be many surrenders."

The former eldest brother also bent over.

Our little brother in an island is not ashamed.

To be honest, it's normal. No matter how strong the Chinese nation is, it is made up of individuals. Humans have weaknesses and fear.

More than a dozen land gods and nearly thirty saints lined up in the pass, and the continuous flow of energy from the Tianmen, isn't this kind of deterrent force terrifying?
Moreover, Duke Mei's earnest words also played a big role, giving the surrenders a step down. As for the peaceful salvation he preached, he was just an absurd idealist.

"It's too late to surrender." Princess Silla remained expressionless, "You know how to put out the fire when it's burning?"

"No!" Emperor Uta suddenly took a step closer and said in a low voice:
"No matter what, it is a good thing that the Central Plains can surrender on a large scale. We can unite in the east to fight against the group of blond savages."

Princess Silla nodded her chin upon hearing this.

Don't even think about restoring the old land. Now there is a contradiction in the empire, which is skin color confrontation. In the past, they suffered a lot from yellow skin. After all, without the big brother of the Central Plains, they may be able to control some voices in the future.

In the future, there will be fierce competition between the East and the West, and the winner will occupy more resources and seek more benefits for the people.

At the radiant pass, the crutch old woman took a look and walked towards the crown of the god, and asked with a smile:
"Accept it."

"Kill!!" Tuoba Tianxia's tone was undeniable.

She has always advocated the use of extremely primitive and bloody means to ravage the Central Plains and turn the Central Plains into a hell on earth. This is the result of tenacious resistance.

The old woman's expression was displeased, and she said in a deep voice:

"There is no news from the holy city, and I don't know if Gu Chang'an has gone. This is definitely the calm before the storm."

"With less resistance here, we can draw strength to reduce the loss of the holy city."

After a while, she said meaningfully:
"When things are over, they can be dealt with for any reason. Why don't you surrender to the empire and worship the cross? Damn it!"

Tuoba Tianxia was silent for a while, then nodded and said:

"Let them bathe in the light!"

Two thousand monks were approached in the mountains, their faces were shy and hot, but they felt unprecedented——

sense of security!
Yes, there is no longer the danger of dying at any time, so let's talk barbarians from now on.

Mei Shougeng's face was tense and he was not happy. He was different from this group of people. He was trying to save the country by detours, while these people were just afraid of death.

But after all, it is a force, and he will cherish the fire of these Chinese nations.

boom! !

A fiery light sounded in the distance, and Caesar's sister, Cersei Cable, flew towards him at an incredible speed.

She landed heavily on the pass, awakening Caesar at the center of the formation.

"God..." Cersei's gray pupils shrank suddenly, and her lower lip was bitten by her own tongue, bleeding out.

"What's wrong?" Caesar's voice was urgent.

All the abyss giants were disturbed, and Tuoba Tianxia also became stiff at the same time.

This bitch is a land fairy, what in the world can make her look so frightened?
"The city is coming!"

Cersei's face was full of shock, and the scene she saw at Yumen Pass was always echoing in her mind.

"What city?" Tuoba Tianxia asked urgently.

"Kucha City." Cersei suppressed her heart palpitations, which was completely beyond imagination.

In the past, Hua Guixiong could understand that Gu Hannu was a monster. After all, people and ghosts have different paths, and no matter how shocking he was, he would try to convince himself.

Supporting the city with the body is completely different.

People know how to lift things.

A mortal lifts a tripod and regards it as an overlord, a monk lifts a huge rock, but when a person holds a city and flies towards him...

That's a city! !
"What are you talking about?" Caesar's face was full of anger.

So the old monsters in the abyss all looked anxious. Is the holy city bloody, or has it been ruined somewhere?
"Gu Chang'an, holding the city of Kucha with one hand, slowly flew towards Yanmen Pass."

Cersei spoke almost every word.

"How is that possible!!" Tuoba Tianxia hissed loudly, unable to believe it at all.

(End of this chapter)