All realms start from the emperor

Chapter 68 The Fall of Beizhou
The ancient city of Fanyang is a remote city located in the central part of Beizhou. It is just a transfer station behind the important town in Lingnan.

This military frontier city located at the northern end of the vast territory of the human race, in order to prevent the invasion of monsters, the four-way wall was set up in formations, which looked like a solid fortress.

In the dry season, the wind and dust in the north will be blown by the sharp wind knife, and then fall on the simple barracks and the soldiers in the city. There will be a sandstorm when the bedding is made.

For monks, this is not an excellent training place, and almost no one is willing to come here.

Not everyone is a monk or a cultivator.

At the bottom, there are many ordinary people at the bottom, whose lives will not be disturbed by the system of this world.

The lifespan of a mortal is extremely short, only an average of 30 years, and he will die at the age of 50 or 60 at most.

There are many ordinary people in Fanyang City living peacefully in the city.

But this is destined to be an extraordinary year.

In the midst of the spring drought, a rain came at just the right time, and was warmly welcomed by the soldiers. From last night to this time, the pattering raindrops washed away the dust on the roof, and seemed to brighten people's eyes a lot.

At least Wang Xiang's eyes are bright right now.

As Fan Yangcheng's highest military officer, his attitude at this time was very humble. Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with the yellow mud footprints on those expensive blankets, he managed to conceal that dissatisfaction into a trace of just right surprise.

He bowed respectfully to the man in black robe by the low wall, and asked for instructions in a low voice: "My lord, I don't know if the nobleman in the tent has any other needs. If the nobleman insists on starting tomorrow, then I can dispatch a centurion guard to go with me at any time, and I will immediately make a record and pass it over to Zhongzhou."

The man smiled gently, pointed to another figure in the tent, and shook his head to express that he had no opinion.At this moment, a cold and proud female voice came from the tent: "No need, just do your own errands."

Early this morning, after the opponent's motorcade rushed into Fanyang City in the rain, Wang Xiang spent a long time without guessing the identity of the nobleman in the motorcade, so he didn't have any objections to the opponent's arrogance and indifference, and dared not have any objections.

The people in the tent were silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "From Fanyang to the border capital, the road around Zhuangshan is difficult. It seems that this rain will last for a while, and some mountain roads may be washed away. You are in the army. Send me a guide."

Wang Xiang was stunned, and instantly remembered a certain hateful guy, and responded with a smile: "There are ready-made candidates."

The rain outside the shop was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the ground with a splash, and the water splashed into fog. The sight became worse and worse, and the road ahead gradually became unclear. Only then did Yan Ruyu, who was wearing a black robe, realize that , I am a little hungry.

"These clothes are enough."

He walked to the threshold with a bowl of noodles, squatted down and continued to watch the rain, and then began to eat noodles with his head down.

Since fleeing to the south, he basically hadn't eaten. With his low cultivation base, he still couldn't eat anything. He was really hungry for a long time.

Suddenly he raised his head and looked up to the right.

A middle-aged man appeared outside the house holding an oil-paper umbrella. The arrogant rainwater wet most of the green shirt he was wearing, and the sword sheath of the jade pendant around his waist was also covered with water droplets.

The green shirt was wet by the rain, and the color on the front and back was a bit dark. He looked a little embarrassed, but the strange thing was that the middle-aged man didn't feel the slightest bit of distress. He stood quietly at the threshold with an oiled paper umbrella, watching There was uninterrupted rain in front of him, and his expression was calm and calm. There was no light or waves in his eyes at all, just like watching a group of ants.

Yan Ruyu looked up at him for a moment, did not speak, and continued to lower her head to eat noodles.

After a long silence, the middle-aged man suddenly lowered his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "The noodles are delicious. May I ask if people can live here?"

Yan Ruyu squatted on the ground and replied: "You should find a hotel to stay in, not here."

"The hotels are scared of something and they're all closed."

"Oh, really?"

"I know where you come from."

The middle-aged man changed the subject very quickly, like the rain dripping in front of the two of them, slipping down the umbrella without permeating it. From this point, it can be felt that this person is only used to issuing orders on weekdays, and does not allow his subordinates to question his orders.

"I also know where you come from."

"very good."

"I always thought I was fine until a month ago."

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "The words are very pleasant, and the killing intent is full. I rarely see someone's killing intent hidden so well."

Yan Ruyu lowered her head in silence, looked at the noodle bowl in her hand and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

The middle-aged man replied with emotion: "I don't know either. I used to be. Heaven can tolerate me, but people can't. Then I have to be a ghost."

"Oh!"

An extremely freezing point surged from his body.

Holding the long sword in both hands, Qiu Wanqing smashed the figure of the Taoist priest to pieces, turning him into a ball of devilish energy intertwined with thousands of thoughts.

As if he was hurt, the group of devilish energy shot up into the sky and rushed to the distance.

"Destroy me."

Qiu Wanqing swung another blow, tearing apart the space, and sending the ball of devilish energy into the empty space.

"Such a pungent girl, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know the heights of heaven and earth."

"Stop talking nonsense, today I will blow your soul away."

Qiu Wanqing's continuous flow of ice rules was gathering.

The sound of magic energy sounded, and he clasped his hands together, and suddenly hundreds of thousands of magic lightning emerged from the sky and the earth, all of which converged towards his fists, turned into a pillar of electricity, and struck Qiu Wanqing below.

Qiu Wanqing held the long sword tightly, the imprint of the ice phoenix on her forehead was constantly flashing, and she was about to use more ice power.

The voice of demonic energy came into her ears, saying: "It's useless, we are everywhere, everywhere."

It has to be said that Mo Qi's words had indeed had a certain impact on Qiu Wanqing, making him slightly hesitant.

The main reason is that Qiu Wanqing doesn't understand the strength of the opponent, and he doesn't know the origin and means of the opponent at all.

With just that moment of hesitation, the power of the demonic energy descended on Qiu Wanqing's head.

"Wow—"

The inscription pattern of the city surfaced again and collided with the electric pillar.

Temporarily block the power of mysterious magic energy.

The black demon cloud had enveloped from all directions, and the people in the city began to shout uncontrollably, trying to get forgiveness from the gods, but it was useless.

"This is."

Wang Xiang's hands began to sweat uncontrollably. He has been dealing with monsters all his life, but this time, he had a strange, horrifying intuition, and he didn't know what it meant.

"The cloud is shrouded, is the devil coming?"

Wang Xiang took out a jug of wine and took a sip, as if it was the last moment.

"Giggle!"

"Humanity."

"soul."

The undead accompanied in the black mist, and countless lives were exhausted.

In the end, Wang Xiang only saw her withered arm.

"Come on!"

Yan Ruyu yelled at Qiu Wanqing.

"Wherever they can go, they can lurk in the form of humans. In other words, they...are everywhere."

　For the two major problems of this book, the author please explain.

　　Is there a heroine?

　　Of course, Qiu Wanqing is developing, and many female characters will appear in the future.

　　There are more plot scenes, looser?
　　Writing other plots is not for the sake of word count, it is paving the way for a catastrophe, a catastrophe that will move the whole world, it is not good to always write peace dramas, and it is meaningless to be fixed in the sect, without the ups and downs of the plot The feeling is not good, so it is necessary, but you can't write it alone, you can only write it in series.

　　I hope everyone understands!

　　If you have more questions, please tell the author in the comment area!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)