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Whether it is the high priest or the deputy hall master, everyone knows very well in their hearts that they are using each other, each taking what they need, and they all need to meet each other's needs, so that the agreement between them can continue forever.

Jin Feng's Nine Transformations - This is the mental method that the high priest has always dreamed of, and the way of martial arts is to change his life against the sky, take the creation of all things, and contain the qi of heaven and earth...... He is now at the end of his cultivation, as if he is standing on an isolated cliff, stepping forward is about to fall into the endless abyss, and retreating will fall into the point of no return, Jin Feng Nine Transformation can open another broad avenue for the cultivation direction of the high priest, continue to move forward, and it is even possible to directly enter the realm of heaven and man that countless people look up to.

The expression of the deputy hall master slowly showed a hint of a smile, looking at the high priest whose eyes were full of joy, his heart couldn't help but move, and when the thirteen states of the Southern Barbarian were completely under the rule of the barbarians, then the temple could unscrupulously cultivate his own strength in the Nanban, if he could really become the master of the temple of the Nanban, I am afraid that he could force the other three hall masters.

The heart has desires.

It's endlessly motivating.

"Tomorrow at dawn, we will start to act, and the masters of the temple will also help you, and strive to control Nanban in one fell swoop, and then Nanban will be trampled under our feet. ”

The deputy hall master said slowly.

The High Priest nodded.

The deputy hall master walked outward.

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The morning light is faint.

All the barbarians fell into endless euphoria, delicious food, touching beauty...... When a new day comes, they can begin to enjoy all this beauty, they have survived in the 100,000 mountains of the Southern Barbarians for too long, and they are hard to resist in the face of all the beauty.

The sound of a long horn sounded.

This is the battle horn of the barbarians, and the slightly vicissitudes of life make all the barbarians feel that the blood in their bones is ignited, and the red look reveals endless battle intent.

The tall elephant began to raise its thick trunk, the high sound of the elephant chirping reached everyone's ears, and the high priest sitting on the elephant bathed in the sun, like the legendary Buddha of the Western Heavens, and the golden body was dazzling.

The barbarians pounced like a tidal wave.

Worship.

Prayer.

Firm faith grew stronger in the hearts of the barbarians.

Everything was very well organized.

It's as if it's all prescribed.

The High Priest raised his hands, his wrinkled cheeks looked extremely solemn, and his eyes radiated the scorching sun.

"War. ”

A hoarse voice reached the ears of every barbarian.

The high priest's hands trembled, and a simple word seemed to carry endless charm.

The barbarians who were prostrate on the ground stood up one after another.

The high priest's trembling arms pointed forward, and the barbarians began to pound wildly.

This time, they want to completely trample the land of the thirteen states of Nanban under their feet.

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The barbarians were like a torrent, completely sweeping the thirteen states of the Nanban, and everywhere they went, the people of the Nanban were completely caught in a nightmare.

Slaughter.

Blood splattered the land of the Southern Barbarians.

Countless people wailed, they shouted frantically, they followed the retreating soldiers, they wanted to get shelter, but unfortunately they did not get the shelter they needed, they were like weak men, in the face of the strong barbarians they could only choose to flee.

The people seeking refuge were filled with hope and began to despair.

From despair to disgust, from disgust to hatred.

They hated the soldiers who were too dry, insulted their incompetence, and angrily scolded their greed for life and fear of death, and they were not worthy of being a soldier.

In the midst of endless despair, many began to lash out at the incompetence of the emperor.

The defense line at the very edge of the Southern Barbarians began to crumble, and the barbarians directly and brutally destroyed the Taigan defense line to pieces—the entire thirteen states of the Southern Barbarians were completely occupied by the barbarians.

Millions of people at dawn are worse off than dead.

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Zhu Tingyan's expression became extremely indignant, the huge wound on his chest made him feel extremely painful, the killer of the temple was like a ghost, and it was impossible to guard against it, as one of the few generals left in the Southern Barbarians, he had been trying to resist the barbarians, although the brothers around him fell one after another, he did not retreat at all.

In the face of the barbarians, he had no choice but to fight to the death.

Of the 30,000 brothers who get along day and night on weekdays, there are less than 8,000 left at the moment, and each of them is seriously injured, so I am afraid that they can only take their lives to stop the barbarians.

Exhale softly.

Zhu Tingyan gritted his teeth and wrapped the pain around his chest, and he had silently made up his mind in his heart.

Slowly walked out of the tent.

Zhu Tingyan looked at the brothers who were supporting each other to stand up, and there was a hint of a smile in his expression.

"Died in battle, shrouded in horse leather...... This is a result that I never imagined, but I never thought that I could be proud of it today, it is really not easy. ”

Zhu Tingyan said with a smile.

"General...... Along the way, we also killed a lot of barbarians, and then kill one to earn money, kill two to earn enough, it's not a big deal. ”

"Give the order of the general, we would rather die than be deserters. ”

"General......

Although it was 8,000 wounded soldiers, it was a terrifying battle intent that erupted at this moment.

Zhu Tingyan's smile became even stronger, and he looked at everyone and said slowly: "Fight to the death and never retreat." ”

"Fight to the death. ”

"Fight to the death. ”

The roar shook the sky.

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Despair is contagious, and from the dawn people to the warriors of Taiqian, they are all in a state of despair.

Countless Nanban people emerged from the thirteen states of Nanban.

Everywhere you go, you will leave behind a corpse, and the earth will be stained red with blood.

Zhu Tingyan was holding a half-broken sword, panting heavily, the sweat on his body mixed with blood was constantly dripping, and his eyes exuded a photographable gaze, staring at the barbarian.

Take a deep breath.

A strong aura emanated from Zhu Tingyan's body, and endless cold light erupted from the half-broken sword.

Kill one to make money.

Kill two to earn enough.

Zhu Tingyan only has this simple belief in his heart.

One after another, the soldiers kept falling.

Eight thousand people.

A few photos are almost completely lost in it.

Even though Zhu Tingyan's strength was strong, he was unable to withstand the siege of the barbarians, and the flooding like a tide made him gradually fall into despair.

The long black hair on his head fluttered at will, the blood that flowed down blocked his vision, and his eyes became very confused, and Zhu Tingyan seemed to see the palace of death.

Death is coming.

All of a sudden.

Countless rays of scorching light erupted, like a stream of flames shattered by the scorching sun.