The Emperor Reigns Them All

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An old man covered in blood, opened Chu's hand, twisted his waist and groaned and groaned in sorrow and misery, saying that the whole body was unbearable, for fear that it was the one hundred pounds of flesh and bones, and now there was no inch of good meat. Now, I'm afraid it will break like a vase if you move it a little.

Chu Yan's eyes began to turn red again, and tears fell down in despair.

He now regrets it and feels that he is really not a son of a man. Before, he was so timid that he could not be trusted! In fact, this master himself is the bravest person. When everyone attacked the main city of the city, if he hadn't restrained Tochigi wrong, he didn't know how many people would die, and whether the battle would be successful.

Thinking about it that way, Chu Yan made up his mind to honour Master in the future. Although he always loves drinking, although he always deceives himself with all kinds of specious truths, he sells his soup cakes and buys him yellow soup.

But at the critical moment, he saw the true nature of the hero. Master deserves to do it by himself. Now that he is so badly injured, he is dying. He just wants to eat a bowl of soup cakes. He doesn't want extravagant fish and meat. It is really the best master in the world!

Chu Yi almost couldn't help but kneel to Master.

But at this time, a deafening boom came from Changtian, and the thunder of King An's voice generally sounded, so Chu Yue saw dullly that his master who had just said he was about to die, the ape generally slammed from the ground. Jumping up, holding up the wrong head of Tochigi in his hands, screaming like a tiger: "Bailudong disciple, Liu Baifu, willing to help the king!"

At the same time, Chu Yan heard Zhang Xun's dying shout, and saw Zhang Chang'an holding Zhang Xun raising his head and crying: "Zhang family in Jincheng County, Zhang Chang'an, willing to help His Royal Highness An!"

Chu Xun rushed to his head in a flash of blood, and he could not complain about Master. He knelt on the ground and yelled to the sky: "Bailudong disciple, Chu Xun, willing to help His Royal Highness!"

In the courtyard of the city's main government, the corpses are incomplete and incomplete. Some intestines hang under the eaves, some broken legs rest on the windowsill, some heads roll down the corners of the walls, and gradually solidified brown blood pools are carpeted.

He slammed his face on the iron plate of a Tubo corpse, suddenly raised his trembling fingers, and sounded like a mosquito: "Tsing Yi Gate, Feng Er, willing to help ... His Royal Highness!"

A Tsing Yi swordsman leaning on his head with his head down and blood dripping from the corner of his mouth from time to time, suddenly raised his head as if waking up.

Before going to the wrong room, Mother Zheng, who was stuffing her intestines back to her stomach and lowering her **** belly to her, was surprised, raised her head and stood up, not afraid that the intestines would fall out again.

In the dark flowerbed behind the shadow wall, suddenly a **** hand with three fingers broken was stretched out.

There are more or less men in the courtyards, trails of the city's main house, behind the rockery, beside the lake, and in the garden, there are more or less men standing up, looking up at the glamor sword under the dark cloud, looking awesome.

"Yingmen in Tsing Yi, Lu ... City, willing to help His Royal Highness An!"

"Tsing Yi knocked on the door, Zheng Fu, willing to help His Royal Highness King!"

"Jincheng County, Ma Liu, would like to help His Royal Highness An King!"

"Jincheng County, Han Jin, would like to help His Royal Highness King An!"

"Shen Youcai, willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"

"Qin San, would like to help His Royal Highness King!"

"... willing to help His Royal Highness King!"

Inside and outside the city's main house, countless people who looked up at the sky, sounded one after another, and suddenly gathered into a loud crowd, with various names mixed in.

Almost at the same time, there were people running out of countless houses, streets, alleys, and countless houses in Jincheng County. From time to time, someone got up from the cold and **** ground and looked up at the sky, looking or frightened or awed. Or revered, but from the heart, shouted that willingness to help the king.

On the street outside Funing Fang, two or thirty toddlers supporting each other and walking towards the city's main government stopped one after another. They raised the **** sword in their hands and gave out an old but unyielding roar.

"Zhang Zhongli, willing to help King An!"

"Zhang Dong is here, willing to help King An!"

"Zhou Dawei, willing to help King An!"

"Qian Chengkun, willing to help An Wang!"

"... Wish to help An Wang!"

The whole Jincheng County, in a wave that shattered a wave of shouts, completely became a burning ocean and a boiling volcano! In the vocals gathered, I would like to help King An's four layers of words superimposed, overwhelming and deafening!

It is not only Jincheng County that is burning.

Hejiao City, Song Jiao floating in mid-air, playing the jade flute, looked away from the fierce state city, looking to the east of the sky. There was a line of blue light shining through the sky, "Tsingyi Yemen, Song Jiao, willing to help An Wang! "

In the city under her feet, countless Tsing Yi swordsmen, Han people, shouted: "Wish to help the king!"

Shimen Mountain, Li Wenwen walking among the ruins, stopped abruptly to search for the living part of Lunaism, and the machete behind him pointed directly at Beitian, shouting with eyes: "Datang, Li Wenwen, willing to help His Royal Highness ! "

Behind her, inside and outside the temple that was just destroyed, and even on the mountain road, the dense Han men and women felt the boiling blood in their hearts, and at the same time raised their heads, "Wish to help the king!"

Liu Xiaohei rushed out of the Tanshui Village, took a team of Tsing Yi Shumen, left this village where there were no Tibetan monks, and ran to the next target. Suddenly, he stopped and raised his straight knife. Shouting to the north: "Datang, Liu Xiaohei, willing to help His Royal Highness King!"

First, the Yimen Gate in Tsing Yi behind him, and the Tanshui Village behind him, bursting out firecracker-like shouts: "Wish to help the King!"

In Lianggong County, Dangzhou, Zhao Polu immediately stood in the middle of the city street. In front of him was a tidal wave of soldiers who killed the Tubo fighters. Behind him was a Han Jiaerlang who ran forward behind the army, carrying a scythe.

The eight-character thunder blasted above his head, and all the soldiers and children who were not fighting were raised. Zhao Polu opened his eyes, drew a crossbow from his waist, and yelled at the sky: "God war, Zhao Polu, willing to help the king!"

As the sergeants yelled in unison with boxing chests, white, blue, and red air currents rose from the top of their heads, and the sharp arrows flew halfway toward the invisible green mansion at the sky.

In Luzhou City, Hu Xiaoya ran out of the door, raised her fist and screamed in the courtyard, "Hu Xiaoya, willing to help the king!"

Twelve states of Hexi, dozens of counties, countless hills, village houses, and earth, tens of thousands of voices are willing to help An Wang, really make this side of the mountains and rivers shake, the world is overshadowed.

This night, Hexi was destined to burn.

In the burning ocean, thousands of people are lucky, such as meteors taking off against the trend, from different directions, across green mountains, across green waters, across forests, across mountains, across mountains, villages, cities, Scrambled to meet the cyan beam of light over Lanzhou.

Hundreds of races, thousands of sails competing, thousands of rivers entering the sea, and the words of grandeur, and then the description of Yue Yue, are not enough to describe the shocking scene of Hexi tonight.

History will record this scene, and in the future, countless people will be full of blood and imagination, imagining this scene through distant space and time.

...

Li Jian's sword in his hand is no longer Tianzi Sword, but Qingtian Sword. Although there is only one bundle of cyan beams, although the diameter is only a hundred feet, but after breaking through the thick black clouds rolling over the sky, there is no trace of clouds in the surrounding thousands of feet, forming a large hollow area.

The dazzling galaxy is reappeared in the eyes of the world because of this large hollow area.

Xinghe is like an eye, and Jianqi is like a pupil.

Any ray of black cloud that wants to come near will disappear in an instant.

Because of this domineering eye, the two huge black holes in the black cloud and the black cloud can no longer maintain the original round shape, and they are squeezed and twisted and narrow. If the dark cloud curtain is a face, it must be an extremely ugly and deformed face.

Li Xun looked at the trembling God Son, and said lightly, "How is the power of the Moon God? How can I wait for the 30% cultivation? How does the Taoist fairy retreat from this world and no longer use the fairy power to bless the earth? What is the real thing? Powerful force? Not divine power, not immortal power, but strength of life! Rivers and mountains, with millions of people, why do we need the protection of immortals! We are the masters of the world, our battles, we fight ourselves, our Enemy, let's kill ourselves! "

The words did not fall, the sword in his hand slashed down towards the godson!

The Son of God had long ago lost the domineering fearlessness and the confidence that the divine power could overcome the power of the being. Seeing the sword slashing, the Son of God was horrified, and the crescent moon in his hand was no longer bright enough to give him a sense of security.

Ever since I heard Hexi's boiling voices, I have seen countless forces converging on Li Zi ’s hands, and since he saw the black clouds and black holes receding in front of the blue sword, the Son of God knew from the bottom of his heart that he couldn't beat Li Qi.

Before the sword was cut, the battle was actually over.

When Li Yan succeeded in consolidating manpower, the outcome was already known.

The Son of God is puzzled, unwilling, and angry! The gods rule the living beings. He believes that the heavens and the earth are the most reasonable. How can the divine power now retreat in the face of manpower? The **** is the master of heaven and earth. He controls everything. How can the flies of Gouyinggou defeat the power of the gods? !!

In desperation, the Son of God burst into a heartbreaking roar. His fighting spirit was firm in an instant, and his confidence rebounded in an instant. He turned the two new moons that gathered the power of Luna in his hand, and slammed into Li Yan!

Under the night sky, the sword light covering the sky and the sun illuminates the mountains and rivers, the village city, and the faces of all the people. But in the time that could not be captured, it flickered.

The sword that Li Kun cut off fell far faster than everyone expected.

As Jianguang vanishes and the night sky returns to its original appearance, many people have yet to respond.

If there were no dark clouds and no black holes in the sky, many people would almost doubt whether this sword had ever appeared.

Looking at Li Yan again, Tianzi Sword has returned to her sheath, and she has resumed her negative posture, her long hair floated leisurely behind her head.

The Son of God is still in the original position, except that there is no light of the crescent moon in his hand, it looks the same as before the battle.

But all real monks clearly felt different.

They can no longer sense the cultivation of the Son of God.

Real people, naturally, are brow delighted. The servants of the priests were astonished. The Supreme Master's face was dark, and his breath was disordered to the extreme. He was caught by King Qi and shot in the chest.

The son of God looked at Li Yan, his eyes were out of focus.

He suddenly sighed, his lips murmured softly: "The immortal dominates the world, the gods have everything, the moon **** is the noblest **** in the sky, the moon **** is the most powerful monk in the world, and the Tubo warrior is the world The bravest warrior ... why, will we still fail? "

Li Min glanced at him, understated and solemnly said: "This land does not need the moon god, let alone the moon god."

"Who do they need?" Asked the Son of God.

Li Yan said: "A true emperor who can make Cang Sheng stand upright and live and work in peace."

The Son of God nodded: "Perhaps, you are right."

boom.

Very slight noise.

The body of the Son of God opened with the sound of the cloud, and turned into countless indistinct dust, in the night wind ...

The Son of God is dead, and at the same time, all the monks of Datang feel a light body, and have a lot of power out of thin air.

Not an illusion, but the overwhelmed 30% of Xiuwei returned to his body.

Twelve states of Hexi, since then, there is no moon god, no moon god!

As for those priests, they saw their bodies turned into flying ash, and the Grand Master was also shot dead by King Qi.

This is of course futile.

Li Yan ordered: "Every former Lunaist monk does not stay! Any former Lunaist monk does not stay! One who enters Hexi Quanzheng Taoism, rests for half a while, and then enters the plateau preaching!"

Wei Xiaozhuang, who was trying to chase the enemy, stopped her body and promised with a fist.

Most of them chased out of the real world, while others did not hunt down the servants of the gods, and returned to serve as guards behind Li Yi. Although Li Wei does not need guards, they are very stubborn, and prominent representatives are naturally fatal.

King Qi was very disdainful about the lives of the young and the young, and the Cabernet pike was held upside down, and he fisted his arms against Jincheng County, yelling, "Anwang mighty!"

After a while, Jincheng County, which had been quiet for a while, roared like a torrent: "Anwang mighty!"

The waves are louder than waves.

Hundreds of thousands of people finally shouted in unison.

This voice is a hundred miles away, and it is the desire to cause the mountains to fall and the river to flow backwards.

A black line appeared on Li Yan's forehead, and he reluctantly looked at Qi Wang with a wink at him, with a proud look, but he really didn't know what to say.

This girl is good at everything, but sometimes she is too aggressive. If someone changes, she can't resist it. Fortunately, Li Yan is hard-working.

You have to be hard to hit the iron, you have to be hard, you can do whatever iron you want, and you can make any kind of iron. This truth will work in the world.

...

Tens of miles north of the city of Lanzhou, in front of the shadows of the mountains not illuminated by the moon, a group of people stood quietly facing Jincheng County.

There was a turbulent crowd of people and people there, long after the calm was restored, no one here made any noise.

"Let's talk, seeing what can be called a shocking sword, what do you guys think and think?" An old, calm voice came out in front of the crowd.

For a while no one answered.

Half a ring, a beautiful and upright female voice sounded, "After this day, there will be no moon gods in the world, not even on the plateau. Above the fairy land, the moon **** and her followers, we can swallow it."

"Shi Tai means that we are going to compete with Quanzhen on the plateau, and the power gap left by the death of Lunaism?" A resolute and sharp male voice asked, apparently unexpectedly.

The previously spoken female voice did not ring again.

The old calm voice sighed. How can he not know that the teacher does not have the mind, or courage, to confront Quanzhengguan. Since there is no competition for the power of the plateau after the collapse of Lunaism, there will be no gain in swallowing Luna on the fairyland.

If it did, it would be a wedding dress for Daomen Xianting.

This is something Shimon would never do.

Above the plateau, Shimen had resisted the ceremonies with the Luna Sect for many years. The struggle between the two religions even caused civil unrest in Tubo, causing Zhang Yichao to rise. Now, Zhang Yichao is gone, and the Guiyi Army is also declining. I thought that I could start fighting against Lunaism again, but I didn't expect that Lunaism would be wiped out from the world.

The demise of the enemy is something to celebrate.

But no one had this mood after looking at the sword just now.

One enemy is dead, the other is approaching, but the latter is far stronger than the former.

Today, they came here to make a wall view, and it was natural that the tadpoles competed for the fisherman's profit, but they did not expect that the victory and defeat would be so fast and easy.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't hear anyone else, and the old monk headed sighed: "The 12 states of Hexi have been occupied by Li Wei. Our seven states are not enough to see. Whether we are willing or not Li Li, who acknowledged and accepted and was able to cut out the sword that was just before him, is indeed not something we can defeat. "

"Host, what do you mean? Do we still have to surrender to Li Ye? He is our number one enemy in the world! In the old days of the Battle of Fengqi Mountain, he let us work hard and prepare for many years of planning. Destroyed once! Then, in the battle of Hedong, he destroyed us and destroyed the biggest foundation of Datang. We have a deep hatred with him and endlessly ... "

The female voice of Qingli Zhongzheng became sharp.

She was angry and aggrieved.

But she did not finish.

Because the old host had raised her hand and motioned for her to shut up.

The old host slowly said, "Don't you know Li Ye yet? He doesn't have any good feelings about Shimen. When he meets us, he will never die. But we can't lose this foundation business at the end of Wen. The Western Region was captured by the Uighur Ming religion. Our native country is even facing Muslim invasion from the west. We will lose one battle and then lose another. How can we support us ... "

Speaking of this, the old host took a deep breath, no longer talked about reasons and reasons, and said directly: "I will personally visit Li Ye. If he is willing to give us a way of life, we will offer seven states such as Liang, Gan, and Su Why not? As long as he does not extinct the door, even if he conquers the Western Regions, we are willing to help! Anyway, the Huiming Ming religion in the Western Regions is blood feud with us. "

"Host, what is the dignity of Shimen ?!" shouted the teacher.

Snapped!

A crisp, loud slap.

Shi Tai covered her face and looked at the old host incredulously.

The old host watched her coldly: "Now, can you calm down? If not, I can give you a few more."

Shi Taiyi was speechless.

The old host sharply and glaringly glanced over the other monks' faces, until everyone bowed his head to show willing obedience, and then he snorted and turned away.

He looked at the direction of Jincheng County and continued: "Some of you are stupid, and the old monk is too lazy to pay attention to some things that you can't figure out, then don't think about it, listen to the old monk's order. But if anyone dares to use himself The stupidity of my life has affected my overall situation, so blame the old monk for being ruthless! "

Dignity, what is dignity in the face of a crisis of survival?

Survival comes first. Only those who can survive can think about dignity and dignity.

In some words, the old host will not tell others that the situation of Shimen in Xianyu is 100 times worse than what they saw in the world. The most serious of these is the land of Shimen, which will no longer exist. The internal religions have risen, and the external enemies have invaded!

The incense offering of Shimen incense has decreased sharply, and the entire Buddhist domain will not be able to support it!

The Tang Dynasty, which was originally well-developed, also had few decent temples because of Li Zhi's appearance!

The reason is not to say this, the old host is afraid to scare them silly, worried that they will escape from the release!

In short, Shimen is now facing enemies on all sides, the most serious of which is the East-West attack. The Muslims in the west are irrational. They are just a group of fanatical fighting machines under the banner of God. The only thing that can be discussed is Li Zhi.

Although it is difficult to talk to Li Yan about the conditions, what else can be done? Based on the sword just showed by Li Zhi, even if Shimen borrowed the power of the Buddha's domain, it could not be defeated at all!

For enemies that cannot be defeated, they can only choose to surrender and ask for mercy.

The only good news for the old host is that Shimen still has a lot of power, at least the strength in Xianyu is not weak. So, they still have the qualification to be used, and the capital for mercy!

...

Zhang Changan knelt on the ground dumbly, hot tears dripping down his jaw, and hit Zhang Xun's white face.

This was the tears he shed for his father, but unfortunately, his father could no longer see or feel it.

Chu Yan and veteran Liu Baifu squatted together in front of Zhang Chang'an, looking at Zhang Chang'an who was so sad that he lost his soul, looked at each other, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

I don't know how long, Zhang Changan wiped a tear, looked at Chu Yan, and looked at Liu Baifu, solemnly asked: "You said, my father, he is not a Han who does not insult his ancestors? "

Before Zhang Xun died, Zhang Changan did not hear a "father".

Now he can't hear it, but Zhang Changan finds that he can't find another name besides this title.

Chu Yan and Liu Baifu were silent at the same time.

The Zhang family advocates inferiority. Before today, he had been a Tibetan dog for 20 years. During this period, he bowed his knees, sent his sister and his daughter, and did not treat the dignity of the Han family. Did something detrimental to the Han people.

It is said that he did not humiliate his ancestors.

Zhang Changan's tears raged again.

He hugged his father tightly, cried with tears in his heart, and his heart broke.

The juvenile no longer blame his father, and no longer look down on his father. For the Zhang family, his father could not help but suffer enough suffering and psychological torture. This was not what his father wanted. His father was originally a **** son and a warrior waving a sword to the Tubo! Who made him look like that?

Can you blame him?

Why didn't Zhang Changan remember that his father often didn't see him late at night, and it took him a long time to return his tired body. The next day, he would hear on the street that the Han people who had suffered losses because of his father's mistakes for Tochigi suddenly appeared rice and money at home last night.

The people in the square all said that the Zhang family owner was a jerk. Fortunately, there are still heroes in the world, and those people will not starve to death.

But where do they know that the unknown hero is his father in pain? This is the middle-aged man who has become a corpse because he slammed into Tochigi by mistake?

In these words, how should Zhang Changan tell Chu? How can I tell someone? He has no evidence. Who would believe him?

His father, the father of suffering, even if he died in the city's main house after the war, his grandfather would not allow him to enter the ancestral temple! Others will only say, where can the sin of twenty years be wiped away?

Zhang Changan came from the sadness, crying heartbreakingly, weeping so dark, but dare not call his father.

Screamed, his grandfather, his tribe, would not let him be the head of the Zhang family. If you ca n’t be the head of the Zhang family, how can you inherit your father ’s will, how do you understand your father ’s feelings, and how do you fulfill your father ’s last wish for the family to flourish and continue?

There has never been a moment like this, which makes Zhang Changan despair.

"Chang'an, you are already a big husband. You have to take the burden of the Zhang family owner. Don't cry so sadly and despairing. Your father will see it and will be sorry and sorry."

Suddenly, a gentle and warm voice passed into Zhang Changan's ear.

It was a voice that made him unfamiliar, but he felt that he had never heard it, as if, he was just familiar.

Zhang Changan wiped away the tears that had blurred his gaze and looked at the person who squatted in front of him.

It was a young man in a black robe, a person who made him look negligent, and at first sight would be attracted by the kind of man who was as magnificent as the mountains and the world.

"Who are you?" Zhang Changan asked with a tremor in his heart. He looked up at Changtian before and saw this figure, but at that time he was too far away and the sword in the opponent's hand was too bright. He didn't see it clearly, so he couldn't confirm.

Xuanpao man smiled: "The King of Tang Dynasty, Li Li."

"King An? His Royal Highness ?!" Zhang Chang'an was clever. For the first time, he didn't panic, didn't fear, and forgot to worship. Instead, he looked at the other with a wish and asked: "His Royal Highness, my father, is he a Han who does not humiliate his ancestors ?!"

If there is anyone in this world who can judge the destiny and character of others in their lives, characterize others, and make the Tang people in the world obey and surrender without any doubt, there must be only this one in front of them. One sword cut off the king of the moon god, An An!

After asking these words, Zhang Changan opened his eyes wide and held his breath unconsciously.

He knew that his father, in the eyes of the world, what kind of person he was, it depended on what he said next.

Li Yan put a smile away and said in a straight line: "The Zhangjia family in Jincheng County advocates inferiority. He is a dignified Han man with responsibility, courage, and living up to his ancestors!"

He has no negative ancestors and no court.

It was Datang, it was this country that lost him.

And now, Li Zhi will not lose his children and grandchildren.

Zhang Changan blurted out: "How does His Highness know?"

Li Yan said: "I know your father."

In his eyes, Zhang Xun has been seen before.

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Changan couldn't help anymore, red eyes, hoarse throat, holding Zhang Xun tightly, exhausting his whole body strength, and shouting in the sky.

This claim, since he is sensible, has never called.

Today, seven years have passed.

He shouted, "Father!"

Father, did you hear it in the Spirit of Heaven?

My son is calling you!

father!

Sorry.