Nightfall

Before Ning's absence, Tie Gong's string was loose, but the string of this giant bow in the world was already very tight. Like the scene in the snow field, confrontation is everywhere. Fighting may happen at any time, who I don't know when the moment when the world begins to be destroyed.

Ata is a devoted disciple chosen by Sang Sang and the most outstanding young strongman of the Golden Horde, so he can feel the lack of gaze on the wall of Chang'an City beyond thousands of miles. Hengmu Liren and his situation are similar or even have happened. However, he could not feel it, either because Ning Que did not look at him at this time, or because he had too much attention on him at this time.

The gods moved slowly on the streets of Yangzhou City, and the sacred music of Yongmei kept ringing. The people of Qinghe County knelt on both sides of the street, watching the gods ’eyes were extremely fierce, and their expressions were extremely humble-these fiery and humble Either from piety, or from fear, no matter which one, Yokogi is willing to see, and he just wants to see it.

Through the veil of the gods, looking at the seven housekeepers of Qinghe County who were kneeling behind, thinking of the conversation when they had summoned those people, the corners of the horizontal beams raised slightly, revealing a cold smile, silently thinking Where do you need to worry too much about treating ants?

No matter what you are thinking, don't think about it anymore, because the temple will help you think, what you need to do is to execute Haotian's will.

This was the only thing Hengmu Liren said to the heads of the family, and then he waved indifferently, driving these people away like a real ants, under the guards of dozens of priests and more Xiling cavalry, Walk outside Xiangyangguan City.

He brought the mighty Nanjin naval division and the mighty temple cavalry. From the south, some unstable Qinghe County, with his undisguised contempt and killing intention, quickly stabilized again. Those young people who were hidden in the dark and were ready to cooperate with the Tang Dynasty were also deacons in the temple. They hunted down or fled.

Now his deity left Yangzhou City and naturally went north.

Changan City is in that direction.

Chongming is also looking at Chang'an City, but in a different direction. Looking past Chengcheng. Changan is in the west, where the sun goes down.

Today, he is no longer the Chongming prince who was a ten-year-old Changan, but His Majesty the Emperor of the Yan Kingdom, but his feelings for the city have not changed.

No miss. No emotion. Only incomparable disgust and ... fear.

Behind him. The palace of Yan Kingdom, which was destroyed by the Tang army a few years ago, is being rebuilt. Relying on the war compensation received from the Tang Dynasty, the beautiful palace complex is constantly reborn from the ruins-the capital of Yan Kingdom at this time. The heat is booming, prosperous, and proud from officials to the public.

He was still afraid.

He has lived in Chang'an City for many years. He knows how powerful the Tang State is. He knows that the Tang people never forget hatred. He knows what Li Yu is thinking.

He also knows that if Tang Guo really slowed down, then Yan Guo could not resist the opponent ’s iron ride. The newly reconstructed palace behind him would become a ruin in a short time, and Li Yu would definitely Give him unforgettable revenge.

Three years ago, Tang Guo reconstructed the Northeast Frontier Army, and the General ’s Mansion was still located in Tuyang City. Compared with the past, there seems to be no change, but Chongming understands that this newly built Northeast Frontier Army has only one goal, which is destruction. Yan Guo.

Chongming did not dare to hope that he could resist Tang Jun with his weak national strength. He could only pin his hope on the body of the Xiling Temple and his brother.

Because of this, regardless of the opposition of his domestic subjects, he resolutely carried out the orders of the Xiling Temple, searched for the last grain from his own family, and kept sending it to the wasteland, to the noble king court nobles who were enemies for generations. In hand.

Only if the cavalry of Zuoying Wangting becomes stronger and stronger, can they resist the barren tribes further north, and when the war breaks out, they can assist Yan to fight against Tang.

Chongming originally thought that he and his own country had paid so much. Even if Dongting Wangting could not pose a threat to Tang State in a short period of time, it could at least guarantee that Yan State could get rid of the shadow of the barren, but who would have thought that the development of the situation was Greatly beyond his expectations.

why? Why was the barren tribe destroyed by the Allied Forces several years ago, and can it continue to breathe until now? It even seems to be slowly recovering its power?

This question that plagued Yan Guojun and his ministers and made the temple feel extremely vigilant. As more information returned from the wasteland, the answer was the closest to the truth.

There is a ghost.

There is a ghost floating on the wilderness, the figure is very petite, but it is as horrible as the devil. No matter the sky and snow or the yellow sand that eats people, it can't stop the ghost.

The most powerful priest of the left court Wangting's mana was tragically killed by the Crescent Sea two years ago. Then several priests died inexplicably. Now, no priest dares to walk out of the court.

Every once in a while, there will be horror news that the cavalry squad is destroyed in the depths of the grassland, or that a certain strong man in the army becomes a pile of flesh and blood.

There were constant deaths on the grassland, including the strong men who came to the rescue in the Xiling Temple, and the fallen commanders brought to the court by Longqing, and could not escape the curse of the ghost.

Up to now, no living person has seen the true face of the ghost, but the Xiling Temple and the countries have already confirmed who the ghost is.

That ghost is a devil.

Although she was born like a petite girl, she is undoubtedly the most horrible and coldest devil in the world. She is not afraid of killing, she is killing grass.

She is called Yulian, or Lin Wu.

She is the third academy of the academy, and has a more famous and frightening identity-she is the master of the contemporary demons, the most mysterious twenty-three years cicada in the spiritual world.

Even after the spring wind and rain, the strong practitioners emerged, but no one believed that a practitioner could change the end of a war.

It was not until Yulian began to kill people on the wasteland, and it took her several years to kill hundreds of Daomen strongmen. People gradually believed that this kind of thing really happened.

This is a very chilling thing.

Chongming was very chilly and his body was cold. He subconsciously tightened his collar and withdrew his gaze looking at Chang'an City. He looked deeper into the wasteland but found that it was colder.

The wind came from the desert, and it was extremely cold, but there was a deep **** smell inside.

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In the deep west of the wasteland, snow is falling. Snow squeezed out of the heavy cloud like lead, then fell to the ground, gradually covering those messy footprints.

There are footprints of horseshoes and others. The densely visible footprints spread across the field toward the front. The sound of treading snow seems to tear the clouds.

In response to Xuankong Temple's enlistment, the right account Wang Ting simply ordered that all the tribes take their ownership and form an expeditionary team composed of tens of thousands of cavalry, braving the wind and snow to support it.

The Buddhist monks who used to sit outside the clouds of Jiuxiao and seldom care about the world have now fallen to the point where they need the help of ordinary communists. It is sad to want to come. However, the tens of thousands of cavalry or the wind and snow on the road will die, who Come to pity them again?

Some of the snow fell on the ground of the wilderness, and some fell below the ground. There is still a world under the ground, where there is a dark pit.

At this time, it was daytime, and there were snow reflections. According to the truth, the world should be brighter, at least brighter than other times. However, the world at the bottom of the tiankeng at this time is more gloomy than other times, like night. Generally, the picture is very blurry.

This is because the wilderness of the underground world is burning everywhere, the barley fields that have not been frozen for years because of the hot springs are lit, the woods beside the stream are lit, the waterwheel outside the golden pit is lit, and the nobles live The tent was lit, and an unremarkable monastery in the distance beneath Prajna Peak was gradually collapsing in the flames.

The fire of stars can ignite the plains. The serf uprising that began a few years ago in the underground world finally spread to all tribes and can no longer be extinguished.

There are flames everywhere in the Buddhist kingdom. These fires bring hot temperatures, burn beautiful gold objects, bring dirty black smoke, and cover the sacred yellow temples between the peaks.

The sound of killing everywhere in the wilderness, these cries from the deepest soul, can overwhelm the pious chanting sounds, and can ignore the calls of the morning bells.

The flames and the sound of killing have not yet affected the giant peaks formed by the Buddha's body, and the Baoshan is in good condition. The monks in the mountains have gradually cooled down, and they will order the right account Wang Ting to help quickly.

The most important reason for this is that there is a ghost in the underground world. That ghost is the shadow of the Dao Iron Sword. It travels between dirty and sacred without ever stopping.

Junmo is fighting.

He was injured, and he was seriously injured, but he never stopped swinging his iron sword, and he has been fighting without sleep for a long time, for several years.

He will not stop until he tears apart this piece of Buddha light and leads people out of hell.

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The Song Dynasty capital is next to the sea ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It was early winter, and it was still relatively warm. Snow fell from the sky, and it would melt under the slight vibration of the sea breeze. It was difficult to attract people's attention.

Just like the preaching man in front of the square, he was wearing a very ordinary robe and holding a volume of Xiling scriptures, which was no different from an ordinary priest.

But the content of his preaching is obviously different from the priests of the Xiling Temple.

Ye Su looked at the black oppressive believers and said, "Every one of us is guilty and has committed different sins, so we need ... Atonement?"

"If you want to atone, should you hope in the kingdom of God or yourself? The great Haotian will naturally respond to our call, but what have you and I done?"

"Don't say you can't do anything, don't change the world is even more unimaginable. This world is composed of countless myself, so as long as we can change ourselves, it is actually changing the world, and it is the most fundamental change. "

"We are seeing a person change a war, seeing a person change injustice for tens of thousands of years, so why can't we change the world and change ourselves?" (To be continued ...)