At this time, Huang Qijun, Su Moyang and Yang Xiyin finally began to regret it.

Looking at the impregnable Temple of Heaven and feeling the bursts of killing intent coming from inside, they realized that the so-called three major forces and three super missions seemed tempting, but behind this...... Isn't it a trap!?

The sense of accomplishment of controlling power, the pride of commanding thousands of troops, and the temptation of completing super missions and obtaining super titles...... This sudden everything made them quickly lose themselves.

In their eyes, they only have their own successes and their own tasks, but they cannot see a bigger mountain and river, as well as more suffering compatriots, and an overall situation that is more than personal success or failure, power gain or loss.

That's right, it's the big picture.

Save the Dead. It's the big picture.

Uniting as one to resist foreign aggression is the overall situation.

The common aspirations of the Chinese people and the fate of the family and the country are the overall situation.

In the face of the overall situation, how small and insignificant are personal desires and ambitions!?

They finally understood that this is the theme of this exam, and this is the real problem and test!

It's a pity that under the orders of the three armies, from the early morning to the current desperate attack, the military formation on the opposite side is as solid as steel, and there is no hope of breaking through at all.

Could it be that they woke up too late, too late?

The sun rises on the roof of the Imperial Dome, illuminating the blue glazed tiles with extraordinary colors. The golden pillars and gilded arches of the main hall appear to be golden in the bright light, and the royal atmosphere has not diminished in those years.

However, under the vast blue sky, this royal building, which represents the dome of heaven, will witness the fall of the imperial dynasty and the tragic scene of the emperor's blood splashing on the Temple of Heaven.

At nine o'clock, thousands of elites of the Eight-Nation Alliance under the altar raised their spears and pointed them at the sky, and released a round of guns.

Immediately afterwards, the royal ceremonial team and ceremonial band around the mound altar began the ceremony, and the clock and drums rang in unison, solemnly and solemnly.

Fukushima Yasuma picked up the seal of the sacrifice to the sky and put it in Guangxu's hand. Then he pushed him to the center of the altar of the mound, pressed his hand, and placed the seal of the sacrifice to the heavens in the middle of the white jade round stone.

In the eyes of the array, there is an ancient seal Yin engraved seal, in which the runes are ancient and mysterious, and the graphics are just in line with the seal of the sacrifice to the sky. When the whole big seal is put on, it is simply tightly fitted and integrated.

Boom, boom, boom! The entire mound altar suddenly shook slightly, and the circular altar on the top floor began to rotate slightly.

When the sunlight falls on the Heavenly Sacrifice Seal, the red light on the Heavenly Sacrifice Seal becomes stronger and stronger, and the radiation range is also getting larger and larger. A pillar of light was like a flying sword from the sky, running straight down from the dome and landing on the heavenly seal in the middle of the Temple of Heaven, forming a magnificent and mysterious echo between heaven and earth.

There was a commotion among the officers and soldiers of the Eight-Nation Alliance under the altar of the mound, and they all pointed to the outer pillar of light that day and discussed it.

At the same time, the soldiers of the Boxers, the New Party, and the Royalist Party, who were stepping up their offensive outside the Temple of Heaven, also temporarily stopped their offensive at this time and looked up one after another.

In the past, the pillar of light formed by the divine light outside the sky often represented the divine power of the sky, the royal majesty, and a mysterious and unfathomable spiritual will. But today, it is like a deadly heavenly sword, piercing the heart of the empire.

In the underground palace under the mound altar, with the sound of heavy thunder, the round altar above the head began to rumble and rotate. Dust fell from the masonry and the ground trembled slightly.

This huge movement made the seven people in the dungeon tense their heartstrings all of a sudden.

"The sacrifice is about to start, Huo Zongtang, are you alright! The last vestiges of my soul power have been passed on to you! ”

Seven people lined up at this time, Huo Zongtang was in the front, still waving his pen and writing, the sweat on his head had soaked his clothes, and large drops of sweat even flowed down his wrists and seeped into the end of the pen.

His hands were trembling slightly.

The other six people all maintained the posture of putting their hands on the back door of the person in front of them, one by one, and their soul power and spiritual power were all transmitted to the previous person through the palms. In this way, one person passed on one person, and among the seven people, a situation of circulating transmission of gong was formed, and finally all gathered on Huo Zongtang at the forefront.

They held this position for almost the entire night.

There were a large number of soul texts scattered on the ground that had been drained of energy, and the last trace of soul power in the seven human bodies had also been squeezed dry by Huo Zongtang.

And the source of absorbing and squeezing their soul power lies in Huo Zongtang's big article that is sprinkled with thousands of words!

Huo Zongtang once said that this article is the inspiration of heaven and the pen of genius, which can represent the Chinese spirit and determination. But to complete this huge work, Huo Zongtang's soul power alone is absolutely impossible to support, and it takes the strength of seven people to write it.

But now it seems that even if the souls of seven people are sucked dry, I am afraid that they will not be able to complete this huge work!

The six people behind him all showed signs of soul prostration, and Huo Zongtang himself was already crumbling, and his consciousness began to fall into a trance.

Even the Qianlong ink of the second-level stationery seems to be exhausted by him!

But there is still the last half of the article! This is the most quintessential half, and it is also a few lines of text that shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods, without it, it is equivalent to the previous text is wasted, and the previous efforts are wasted!

The treasure ink is exhausted, the soul power is exhausted, and the achievements are falling short, is it ...... Is this providence!?

Huo Zongtang's body was weak, and as soon as the pen in his hand was loosened, his body was about to fall.

But in the most difficult moment, he still stood still!

I saw that he suddenly threw the pen, reached out and put it in his mouth and bit it hard, and bit a finger. Then he stretched out his bloodied finger and continued to write on the paper!

Blood Book!

"Huo Zongtang, you, you're crazy!"

Ye Qingwu and the other women were almost exhausted and paralyzed on the ground, but when they saw this, they almost jumped up and exclaimed loudly.

Huo Zongtang didn't look back, but said in a deep voice: "Leave me alone!" I'll be sure to finish writing this, and you're going to do what you planned! ”

Bai Xiaolong and Zhu Bajiao looked at his back, and then looked at a poem in their hands.

In the middle of the night, Huo Zongtang wrote a poem and an article.

This poem, which he had written long ago last night, was full of anger, passion, and heavy emotions, and the spiritual energy was like dynamite, dormant with an unyielding will to soar to the sky!

Lingtai has no plan to escape from the gods, and the wind and rain are like a dark homeland.

If you don't notice the cold star, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood!

The original author of this poem is Lu Xun, whose real name is "Self-titled Portrait", which is a patriotic poem written by Lu Xun after the invasion of China by the Eight-Nation Alliance, when Lu Xun deeply felt that China was weak and was bound to save the soul of the Chinese people with a knife and pen. It is said that Lu Xun gave up medicine and practiced literature shortly after composing this poem.

The last line of the poem is particularly famous. I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood, recommend, have the meaning of offering, offering (sacrifice). Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor, the ancestor of China, refers to the land of China and the thousands of descendants of Yan and Huang, and all living beings.

I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood, that is, I am willing to use my blood to sacrifice for the awakening and rebirth of China!

This is an oath, a determination, and an unswerving feeling for the family and country!

Huo Zongtang is here, and renamed it "Blood Recommendation Xuanyuan Poem", which is extremely appropriate in this situation!

With blood as ink, the words are bright red, a little bit of arrogance, and a big article! He used his actions to fulfill this vigorous and passionate oath!

The six people stood behind them, a tragic feeling was born from their hearts, and the blood on their bodies seemed to be ignited, surging and boiling rapidly.

Suddenly, I heard a vibration of the altar above my head, and the rotation slowly stopped!

"The time has come, they are going to kill the emperor and sacrifice to the sky!"

"Guys, go according to the original plan, let's fight!"

"I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood, at this moment, count our blood and our lives together!"

The six of them glanced at Huo Zongtang, who was still writing books, and threw the "Blood Recommendation Xuanyuan Poem" in their hands to the top of their heads!

At this time, in the center of the altar of the mound, Fukushima Yasumi was holding a Japanese sword and standing behind Guangxu, who was wearing the uniform of the emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, then at the masked middle-aged man with his hands tied behind his back.

The pillar of light in front of Guangxu is bright and full of power, like the will of the sky.

Fukushima Yasumasa knelt on the ground and bowed three times to the east. "His Majesty the Emperor of the Yamato Empire, Army General Yasumasa Fukushima has the honor of stabbing the Emperor of the Qing Kingdom, and it is a great honor! The Yamato Empire is mighty! Long live the Emperor of the Yamato Empire! ”

He shouted, Huo Ran got up, walked behind Guangxu with a knife, and raised the sword with both hands!

"Drink—"

His eyes widened angrily, and he shouted, and the sword danced out of a cold and snow-white arc, and the sharp edge slashed towards Guangxu's neck!

But at this critical moment, a sudden explosion came from the soles of his feet, and a stream of smoke and dust exploded with countless gravels, and Emperor Guangxu's body suddenly became short, and he suddenly disappeared under the light of the sword!

Fukushima Yasumasa slashed the air and couldn't help but be surprised! When I looked at it, I saw that there was an extra hole in the ground in front of me, and I didn't know what was exploding underground, but it blew up the stone surface at once, causing Emperor Guangxu to fall!

This change came suddenly, and all the soldiers of the Eight-Nation Alliance, as well as Wadsey, Seymour and others, were all stunned.

"Yaga, what's going on!"

Yasumasa Fukushima jumped like thunder and hurriedly stretched out his head to look under the hole.

There was a black rumbling below, and it was almost impossible to see anything, only a vague shadow was seen lying on a pile of rocks, and the clothes on his body seemed to be bright yellow Qing Kingdom dragon robes.

Fukushima Yasumasa hurriedly jumped down and jumped into the dark underground palace.

However, just as he had just jumped down, several people climbed from the broken hole to the outside of the mound like apes.

After Fukushima Yasumasa landed, he reached out and touched the person wearing the dragon robe, but only touched an empty piece of clothing!

He looked up angrily, and saw several people crawling above his head like geckos, escaping from the hole one by one.

"Yaga ......"

He jumped like thunder, and with a fierce sword in his hand, he was about to jump out of the hole. Unexpectedly, the last person to drill out of the hole turned around and smashed a brick at him!

Fukushima Yasumasa had no choice but to swing his knife and split the brick in half, but the momentum of the jump was blocked, and it was impossible to jump out directly, so he had to fall to the ground again.

As soon as he landed, he jumped up again, and was about to jump to the entrance of the cave, when a black shadow flashed in front of him, and another stone hit his head!

"Malegobi's!"

Fukushima Yasumasa was full of anger and had nowhere to go, so he had no choice but to retract his momentum and dodge again, and his body fell helplessly to the ground.

Bai Xiaolong's innocent voice came from outside the entrance of the cave: "Did you hear it, this devil actually knows how to scold the country!" It's so weird! ”

Then came Zhu Bajiao's voice crying and laughing: "You are a pig, this robot is controlled by humans, and if you are forced to be in a hurry, of course you will explode and scold the country!" ”

"Hurry up and implement the plan, the Eight-Nation Coalition has already surrounded you!" (To be continued.) )