Chapter 392: The Feast of Killing
With the roar of a million armor soldiers, and with Long'an's loud response, the scene in front of Ji Xia's eyes was like a pool of clear water, wrinkled by the breeze.
The void distorted, the space gradually dissipated, and Ji Xia saw the darkness again.
After the darkness, the scene around Ji Xia suddenly changed.
There are still countless ruins and broken walls, countless collapsed mountains, and broken rivers.
The boundary monument in front of me, which was as huge as a mountain, also disappeared.
Ji Xia was still immersed in the scene in Fang Cai's vision.
He attached himself to the body of Shangyu Wang Long'an, and through his eyes, he saw the incomparable strength of the Great Breath Divine Court.
I also saw how powerful the human race was many years ago.
Ju Ai's millions of armor soldiers, standing on top of the mighty divine ship, such a majestic atmosphere, so far, still make Ji Xia a little in a trance.
And all kinds of powerful and weird gods under the command of Shangyu Wang Long'an also opened his eyes.
"From the perspective of those who came after them, Daxi and Shangyu must have all collapsed in that calamity. ”
"The Great Breath Divine Court, how terrifying is the calamity to be resisted? With this kind of mighty Great Breath Divine Court and Shangyu Heavenly Alliance, they can't resist it?"
Ji Xia became more and more puzzled, how many secrets did the human race in the boundless wilderness have?
He wandered in the sky of Shangyu for a long time, wanting to find traces of Shangyu City in the past.
However, although this piece of outer heaven has been dilapidated, it is still extremely vast.
Ji Xia walked for a long time, but he couldn't reach the end.
So he sighed, and reluctantly looked at a Lingjin Shangyue in the distance, and then took out the Shangyu token and returned to Shangqian Palace.
In the Shangqian Palace, it is much more deserted than the Yuqian Palace.
Because the Choming Secret Realm can't accommodate too many people, Ji Xia also likes to be quiet, so he only allows Guan Xi to serve here.
He dispelled many of the scenes of the rainy day in his mind.
Only then did he continue to practice the Golden Crow Yuan Holy Sutra to make his spiritual cultivation more and more abundant.
Day 3.
All the people of Taidu seem to have known the will of the Taichu royal court.
They all gathered in front of the palace, and except for the marching road, the other streets and alleys, large and small, were crowded with people.
Ji Xia stood high on the rooftop of the city tower, and the ministers behind him stood respectfully.
On the wide marching path, a column of soldiers in brown armor and armed with long knives and spears stood tall.
The aura around them is very pure, but also extraordinarily harmonious, and it seems to be a whole.
In front of the soldiers, there are many generals, who are majestic and heroic.
At the side of the general, a scribe wearing a green shirt, a high bun, and a long sword at his waist stood neatly.
There were also many too many too many people to kill the armor, and they divided the two sides of the ranks.
On both sides of the marching road, there are countless people densely packed.
The whole Taicang was not noisy or noisy because of such a large number of people.
On the contrary, the faces of hundreds of ordinary people were also extremely quiet.
They looked in the direction of Taixian's court, as if they were waiting for something.
Ji Xia looked high at the 20,000 armor soldiers, 1,000 armor armor, and 99 ancestors.
Suddenly there was a light snow in the sky.
Scattered in the void, among the crowd, there was a lot of killing aura.
Ji Xia lightly tapped the void.
A large curtain of light appeared in the void.
The faces of Ji Xia and the ministers were revealed from the light curtain.
Countless Taicang people and many Taicang soldiers all knelt down.
Ji Xia raised his hand slightly.
A breeze blew, and everyone seemed to sense the meaning of the breeze and got up neatly.
Ji Xia didn't speak, only listened to him holding the king's sword in his hand, and his right hand pointed to the marching path below.
On the marching road, whether it is the Red Flame Army or the Killing Armor, there is a fiery red imprint on the right shoulder of the armor.
This imprint, like a flame, slowly pulsed in the fluctuations of their spiritual element.
"You are like this flame. ”
Ji Xia suddenly spoke slowly, without any emotion in his words.
"I don't want to call it a war this time, because this is not a war for my current Taicang, and for my elite Taicang armor. ”
"Because Taicang is already strong enough, powerful enough to easily wipe out the kingdom of these ninety-two kingdoms, powerful enough to easily slaughter all the living beings of these ninety-two races. ”
Ji Xia's eyes moved, and his voice spread all over Taicang.
"This is a feast of killing, and from today onwards, all races in the airspace will know the power of the human race, and they will all tremble under the angry spear and sword of our human race. ”
The people below, as well as the many sergeants, were still silent, but their flushed cheeks and the rich spirit yuan overflowing from their bodies all indicated that their minds were extremely excited.
"Meng Yan, Chu Jiao, Sha Tu, and Huai Gu, the four of you will lead two teams of the Furious Flame Army, the Armor Killing Army, and the Holy Scholar to the ninety-two kingdoms of the four directions participating in this killing feast!"
"All races that are good at killing, devouring, and abusing the human race will be slaughtered!"
"Whoever aids the murderer will be slaughtered by the royal family, and half of the rest of the ordinary creatures will be slaughtered. ”
"Bring all the royal families of twenty-one of the kingdoms back to Taicang. ”
Ji Xia gave instructions quietly and clearly.
Meng Yan, Chu Jiao, and Sha Tu all had murderous intent and bowed to Ji Xia.
And Huai Gu, the leader of the ancestors of the Holy Mansion, also saluted Ji Xia respectfully.
Ji Xia reached out, and one after another streamers fell into the hands of the four of them, and said: "You go all the way, and when you meet an ordinary country on the road, you will show the power of Taicang in front of them." ”
"When you meet the countries on the list, let them perish under the dignity of the Taicang people, do you remember?"
Many generals and soldiers knelt respectfully again.
It was still quiet.
Ji Xia's tone was calm, the response of the army was quiet, and even the people in the streets and alleys were extremely quiet.
But in the air, the atmosphere was like a scorching sun sinking, scorching and burning.
It makes people palpitate.
The silent army walked out of Taidu.
They took Ji Xia's orders, and with the dignity that the Terrans of the Shunkong Domain had long lost, they marched all the way.
In their Xuanfang bags, there are countless pills and countless spiritual springs.
Along the way, the speed is always at the peak.
These immature or old soldiers of the Flame Army, the Taicang pioneers, were full of anger in their eyes.
For they have a list of ninety-two kingdoms full of sins.
Perhaps, this is the law of heaven and earth, and the weak deserve to be devoured and abused.
But now, the boundary between the weak and the strong has been crossed by Taicang with high spirits.
The human race has become powerful because of Taicang and Ji Xia, and its identity has changed suddenly.
In this case, those races that wantonly rely on strength to slaughter, enslave, abuse, and even devour the human race.
and shall bear the wrath of the firmament.
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