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Chapter 42 The Death of Shen Qing
Sensing the change of the sundial, a trace of unexpected surprise flashed in Shen Qing's eyes.

The energy needed for the operation of the sundial is not only provided by the blood of the gods, but also in the body of the martial artist of the innate realm.

This is undoubtedly good news for her. It is hard to find the blood of the gods, but it is not difficult to find the innate martial artists on this battlefield.

As soon as the thought came up, Shen Qing's scalp suddenly went numb, and an indescribable sense of panic rose from the bottom of his heart.

In an instant, she reacted suddenly, locked on the source of the sense of crisis, and looked up at the sky.

After seeing the scene in the sky clearly, her face changed suddenly.

In the sky, stood a figure, dressed in a black robe, with a tall figure, only in his early twenties, with a golden crown and hair, and purple gold boots, his eyes were dark, his appearance was as handsome as a god, and there were almost no flaws.

Step into the void? !How can it be? !
Shen Qing's heart felt cold, and he walked through the air. In the ancient times, it was at least something that could only be done by the existence that had stepped into the fourth realm.

This level of power is enough to overturn the universe in this era, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it can move mountains and fill seas.

The so-called land gods and martial arts masters are all floating clouds in front of existences of this level.

"If you're not a monster, it's useless to leave you. If you spend ten years, you may not be able to become a success. It's a pity... a pity..."

A sound transmission suddenly sounded in his ears. Under Shen Qing's gaze, the man suddenly smiled, and slowly raised his hand, a black light condensed on his fingertips.

A strong breath of death enveloped Shen Qing's heart, warning signs came from the spiritual sense constantly, a bone-chilling coolness rose from the tailbone, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Before she could make the slightest movement, a finger-thick black light descended from the sky, spanning a hundred feet of space, as swift and violent as thunder and lightning, piercing through Shen Qing's heart in an instant.

Shen Qing didn't even have time to react due to the crushing in the realm, and the close-fitting soft armor that was hard to hurt by swords also didn't play any role. When he recovered, his heart was already bleeding like a fountain.

Qi and blood flowed wildly, Shen Qing's body softened, and he fell to the sky, smashing heavily into the pool of blood, and blood gushed out from his throat continuously.

She glanced across the sky, and the black-clothed figure had disappeared, and a sword light suddenly jumped from the distant mountain, chasing a dark cloud away.

"Miss!"

After the battle started, Hao Yun had been watching Shen Qing's position all the time, and reacted immediately, and rushed to Shen Qing's side. Seeing this miserable scene, his hands and feet trembled faintly, and his expression was full of disbelief.

"Not dead yet..."

Shen Qing whispered, her breathing was stagnant, and she stared blankly at the sky, like a corpse, but the blood gushing from her chest had stopped.

The moment her heart was pierced, she turned the sundial back in an instant. At this moment, she was in her prime, and her body was not damaged at all.

The reason why she didn't dare to stand up was because she was afraid that the man would kill her carbine, and if she was ruthless again and cut off her head directly, she might not be able to react.

The worse result is being forcibly taken away and imprisoned, that is the real helplessness.

Hearing Shen Qingzhong's angry voice, Hao Yun couldn't recover: "Then this is..."

"Don't say anything, when you clean up the battlefield later, don't allow others to approach me."

Shen Qing casually ordered, and continued to lie down and pretend to be dead, with memories flooding her head, she always felt that the man looked familiar.

After a while, a name suddenly jumped into her mind.

Yang Zongxian...

The predecessor only had a glimpse of Yang Zongxian at a palace banquet once, so the impression was not deep. If it wasn't for his excellent memory, he might have forgotten it long ago.

Emperor Da Xia, the current Holy Master, actually came to Qianzhou in person, because of Yang Qiancheng's death, he came all the way to kill her?

not quite like...

Reminiscent of Yang Zongxian's words before, if Shen Qing realized something, Yang Zongxian should have come for the blood of the gods.

After waking up, Shen Qing couldn't help feeling a headache. She had overestimated Yang Zongxian's strength as much as possible, but she never expected that he had stepped into the fourth realm.

In the memory of that true god, the existence that has stepped into the fourth realm, lived for a thousand years, moved mountains with his palms, and smashed mountains with his hands is just waiting for him.

If Yang Zongxian was willing, he could have razed this mountain range to the ground with one slap, and beat tens of thousands of people into bloody mud. Why didn't he do that?

While Shen Qing was thinking hard, the ambush was coming to an end.

Most of Shen Lie's old troops are veterans, they have been on the battlefield for many years, they are experienced, and they are very handy in fighting such a big victory.

In less than half an hour, the battle was over.

Of the more than 5000 soldiers and horses of the Northern Man, only less than [-] escaped. After jumping out of the life gate, they did not dare to look back at all, and fled frantically all the way to the Northern Territory.

The battle losses under Shen Qing's command were no more than three hundred, and most of them died at the hands of those innate generals.

When cleaning the battlefield, a large open space was cleared around Shen Qing, leaving only Hao Yun and a few confidants to stay.

It wasn't until the army withdrew and entered the pass to rest temporarily that Shen Qing stood up slowly, looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of him, and said softly, "Get a needle and thread."

After Hao Yun got the needle and thread, Shen Qing dug out a female corpse about her stature from the mountain of corpses, and began to mend it.

After a long while, Shen Qing withdrew his hand, and the bones were brittle and stretched a lot. At the same time, he picked up a pair of battle armor from the blood and put it on, and said in a deep voice:
"Take this corpse back to the camp and tell the three armies that Shen Qing is dead."

"Miss, this..."

Hao Yun understood everything at once, and quickly realized that his expression was complicated.

"Just do it. From today onwards, Zhao Yu will be the commander-in-chief of the three armies."

Shen Qing replied casually, the visor fell down to cover her face, and after putting the long knife in her hand into the arms of the female corpse, she just turned around and walked towards the pass:

"Don't call me Miss from now on."

The sky is dawning.

Inside the pass, in the empty school grounds, there are piles of dry firewood and trees piled up like a mountain, nearly half a foot high, and there are hundreds of mutilated corpses, and 'Shen Qing' is among them.

In today's situation, cremation is the best way.

The fire gradually ignited and shot straight into the sky, dyeing half of the sky red. Zhao Yu stood quietly on the sidelines of the school field, his eyes reflected the dancing flames, looking very peaceful.

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"The legacy of Lord Zhen Guo?"

In the big tent, looking at the girl sitting behind the Shuai case, all the generals were skeptical.

Among these generals, most of them are no strangers to Lord Zhen Zhao Xiuhu, and even worked under him.

Duke Zhen's bloodline had been cut off more than ten years ago, and it would inevitably arouse suspicion when it suddenly appeared at this moment.

Among the generals, Zuo Jun took a deep look at Shen Qing who was standing beside Zhao Yu, stepped out slowly, and knelt on one knee to salute:

"Zuo Jun, kowtow to the commander in chief."

"The matter has not been clarified yet, you are too quick to recognize, you handsome." Xu Cong frowned for a while, with suspicion looming in his eyes.

Shen Qing's death was too strange, if many people had not witnessed it with their own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe it.

Zuo Jun turned a deaf ear, bowed his head and continued to speak:
"Shen Qing is the blood and blood of the Taiwei after all. Regardless of the previous reasons, he died on the battlefield today. He died in this battle. The past honor and disgrace should be washed away. The final general suggested that the whole army should wear mourning to comfort their spirits."

(End of this chapter)