Nightfall

Situ Ylang sighed in his heart, said goodbye to him, led the mount and walked down the meadow.

The battle in the Seven Walled City has ended, and the job of clearing the battlefield has been basically completed. She will now lead the cavalry to continue to penetrate the grassland and follow Xu Chi's footsteps to make a final attack on the gold account.

The war is over and the killing of talent has just begun.

She hopes this world will not give Ning Que this opportunity, but she has to continue to kill people.

Took the mount and walked under the meadow. She couldn't help but look back, seeing that Chaoyang was rising, and Ning Que stood in the Chaoyang with golden light on the edge of her body, looking at some divine feeling.

If she had the opportunity to see Ye Su's picture of Sheng Sheng in the capital city of the Song Dynasty, or she would link the two together, but unlike Ye Su, Ning Que stood in the light and stood in a shadow.

He was a bit bleak, and it was not easy to see clearly.

Situ Ylang suddenly sympathized with him.

Hundreds of thousands of people died because of his sentence, but he behaved so calmly, and did not care-because he did not find Sangsang, he had no love and hatred for this world, this kind of person is naturally the most terrible, but this Cultivator, is it not the poorest? Why is he alive?

Tang Jun set off, Weicheng became quiet again.

Without the isolation of the masters, the horrible buzzing sounds of countless mosquitoes reverberate between heaven and earth like wind and thunder, and occasionally the clouds cover the sun. Hundreds of vultures flew over under the clouds with unpleasant calls.

Ning Que does not care about these. He hasn't seen so many corpses and blood in his life, but such miserable and horrible pictures have seen too much, too much to get bored.

He walked into the wilderness full of blood, looked down at the wild grasses that had been condensed by blood, looked at the soil that had been condensed by blood, and walked all the way to contemplate until he reached the head of the mountain. .

Meditation and quietness, not emotion, but a delicate sense of the atmosphere in between-the powerful blood sacrifice array method of the Golden Horde, gave him some hints, the original strength of the world is not only from living people, but also from The dead person, he wants to use these powers, what needs to be done?

The wilderness soaked in blood water was stepped on a lot of footprints. In the crackle, there was extremely shallow blood water in the footprints, a very strong fishy smell, a lot of resentment, until a clear trace was formed.

Ning Que walked in the wilderness for three days, leaving a lot of footprints.

If someone is sitting in the clouds at this time, looking down on the grassland below, you should be able to see a very complicated pattern, the pattern is centered on Weicheng, the man's head mountain is the dead point, and the tens of miles is round. The blood-stained wilderness is the curtain, and his footprints are the lines. The complexity is unimaginable.

This pattern is a very complex array, or rather, a very large symbol.

Then he left Weicheng and went to Kaiping. This time he spent less time in meditation, and only walked one day because he had become a lot more skilled. Then, he went to Qucheng again until he walked through the Qicheng Village all over, so there was a very complicated blood formation outside the Qicheng Village.

If the person who looks at the ground in the sky flies higher and farther, you should be able to see that these seven complicated blood arrays are like seven dots of ink, forming a straight line.

That line is very sloppy and casual, not like a complete stroke, but more like the beginning of a stroke.

The seven extremely complex large arrays are just dots of ink, and the straight lines formed by the seven arrays are just the beginning of a stroke. So if the stroke is complete, how long will it be? How magnificent will it be?

Before Ning Que wrote this stroke, no one would ever know.

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After arranging these seven large formations, Ning Que returned to Weicheng.

Weicheng is still quiet, only the **** horse and the broken dragon are waiting for him.

The **** horse came to him without showing the joy of a long-term reunion, because it clearly felt Ning Que's tiredness and felt his true thoughts, so he bowed his head.

Ningque stretched out his hand and gently stroked his neck.

It is not that he is comforting him, but that he is comforting him in this way.

Countless grassland people were killed, blood was poured on the grassland, everything, all sins and notories, just to write that stroke, for the greatest uneasiness in his heart.

The faint fear and anxiety, like a whip, kept beating on his body, making his soul painful, and making him more and more anxious.

He was anxious to leave Weicheng and go to the south, because he did not find her in Weicheng.

"I can't find her ... The Lord and the master, and the drinker should not have found her yet, but I have to find her, so I want to ask you to help me."

Ning Que looked at the black donkey in Po Yu and asked seriously.

The black donkey was silent for a while, unconsciously pulling the grapes on the plate with the front hoof, even if it was arrogant and lazy as it was, it was clear that the importance of this matter-its former owner, died in her hands .

The unpleasant rattling sound resounded through the field outside Weicheng.

Obtained the promise of the black donkey, Ning Que's mood finally relaxed a little. He turned over and rode on the **** horse, gently clamped the horse's belly, and only heard a cheerful hiss, and the black lightning reappeared between heaven and earth.

In the wilderness, a straight line appeared, straight to the side.

The world is a grassland, he is a wild horse, and he keeps searching.

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Compared with the northern grasslands where the war was long, the Central Plains are also not very flat, and they are everywhere.

The cavalry of the Xiling Temple led by Long Qing, with the full cooperation of the Yan Kingdom, the Tang army all the way to the north camp of the west town, went all the way into the wilderness, helping the remaining power of the left account king's court to support it hard under the strong attack of the barren.

After the Xiling Temple completely controlled Nanjin, it ordered the army's military team in Nanjin to be divided into two groups. Zhao Nanhai personally led the temple cavalry, and the mighty army of Nanjin was planning to attack the big river country on the other side. The wind on both sides of the river became sharp. The old temple loyal to Ye Hongyu ’s ruling temple was the Xiling God Bloody and horrific assassinations were carried out in the country and Nanjin, trying to delay the coalition's pace of going south.

The real **** battle did not happen on these battlefields, but happened in many unremarkable places: such as a small unremarkable county town, such as a ruined palace in a town, such as a fishing village by the sea, such as Qinghe County. An iron ore mine by the Fuchun River has the most dead people in these places.

This is because the spread of Protestantism is rooted in poverty and anger, so naturally it is from these places that the Xiling Temple ’s crackdown on Protestantism is of course the most bloody.

After Ye Su ’s death, the Protestantism was severely cracked down, but it did n’t take too long. With the secret support of the Tang Dynasty, he regained his life, and even had a feeling of rebirth.

Chen Pipi had already left Changan, inheriting his brother ’s legacy, preaching everywhere, silently and firmly implementing the established policy, and vowing to overthrow the old Daomen ’s rule over the world.

The disciples who were hidden everywhere, without any hesitation, accepted the guidance of Chen Pipi's leader, ancestor Ye Su as a saint, and Chen Pipi as the pope, and began a comprehensive offensive against the old world.

The spread of Protestantism in the world is in full swing.

Xiling Temple's repression of Protestantism is like mountains and seas, with no divine grace, and its own dignity is solemn and terrifying.

There is a building in the government office of the small county town that has been scorched. It is said that the fire was lit by Protestant thugs a few days ago, but the fire is a bit strange. The county town has not rained for many days, the air is extremely dry, but the fire has not spread. The remote compartment burned down, but there was a pregnant maidservant in the compartment.

In today's trial, the county magistrate made a closing statement with unimaginable efficiency. More than ten Protestant believers were escorted to the only Taoist temple in the county town. In front of the people of the county, they were put on the torture platform. He was burnt into a scorched corpse, people's eyes were a little frightened, or there was no sympathy, but there was fear and anger.

——People noticed that the eyes of those Protestant believers were so angry and desperate, they opened their mouths in the flames but could not speak! Many people know the relationship between the maidservant and the county magistrate, and the uncle of the magistrate's wife is the priest in Taoist temple, and the lady is very jealous ...

In a fishing village by the East China Sea, for the same ridiculous reason, more than 20 Protestant believers were tied to death by the deacon sent by the patriarch's loyal men and state city priests, and then **** with heavy stones ... With a throbbing heart palpitations, these Protestant believers were sunk into the sea and turned into poor souls.

In front of the broken temple in a small town, the priest with a forehead injured was pushed to the wall by the crowd the day before. Looking at the angry people, the pale cheeks were full of murderous intentions, and the eyes were full of vicious flames. Shouted: "Whoever dare not to pay, these people are your end!"

Seven cavalry soldiers in the Xiling Temple in armor, standing indifferently under the stone steps of the Taoist Temple, looked down upon those angry but dare not to resist, and lying in front of their horses, the bodies of more than ten people were lying in the blood .

Compared with these brutal killing places, Qinghe County seems to be relatively calm. There are obviously many people here-especially young people who want to go back to the old Tang Dynasty. Protestantism is spreading in the dark, but at least on the surface it seems calm. , Or because Yokogi and his army are here.

This does not mean that Hengmu Liren is very kind, nor does it mean that the blood of the people of Qinghe County was completely broken before more than 100,000 coalition forces, but because the killing has already begun in advance, and the blood has shed too much, so there is peace.

The tens of thousands of miners who first rebelled in the iron mines along the Fuchun River were killed a lot. Protestant believers in Yangzhou City and the suburbs were also killed a lot. In short, Hengmu Liren killed many people.

On both sides of the straight official road leading from Yangcheng Prefecture to the north, many green trees were originally planted. At this time, in the spring, late summer and early summer, it should have been lush and verdant, but it was not the case, because almost every road tree was hanging With the corpse of a rebel, the rotten green leaf blades withered by the rancid smell withered, the picture looked terrifying.

Both sides of the Fuchun River were also shrouded in terror. A corpse, blood and indescribable juice hung between the beautifully-lined small bridges, which fell from those stiff feet and fell into the rivers and streams. The water that has nurtured Qinghe people for countless years has become bloody, and it is extremely unpleasant to smell.

The beautiful and peaceful Qinghe County has become what it is now. The once lively Yangzhou City, everyone ’s roads are in sight, and the silence is suppressed. Those who nostalgic the homeland thousands of years ago and who are thinking about leaving Tang Dynasty, look at Will the current picture regret your decision?

Even if they regret, they have no choice.

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A shrine, walking slowly on the straight street of Yangzhou City, came to the secluded lake, and all the people who saw this shrine fell down on their knees, expressing their respect for Haotian, a little In the streets farther away, more people closed their doors and windows with the fastest speed, for fear of being seen by anyone.

In the voluminous mantle, Hengmu stood quietly, with a naive look on the tender cheeks, even when he saw the dead bodies of the sinners on the lakeside, which were pierced by wooden stakes.

He really didn't care about these **** pictures.

Because of these pictures, he originally created it by himself.

He believes that since he is the son of Haotian, he has the power to rule the world, no matter who dares to violate his will, he should die.

The lake breeze struck lightly, and the mantle shook slightly.

A very light floral fragrance mixed with a very light **** smell, passed through the veil and came to his nose.

He took a deep breath, innocent and intoxicated, so he looked cruel.

Either because the lake wind was a little cold, or because he drank too deeply, he suddenly coughed, and two abnormal blushes poured out of his white face, which seemed a bit painful.

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