The palace, the fortune of the main world, the lifeblood of the main world. If it was in the Great Zhou, Mo Qingye would be the priest of this scene, but I was afraid that he would not be able to slow down for several years. Fortunately, the northern kingdom was not within the scope of the great division back then. However, even so, it is not easy.

Every Son of Heaven is protected by the Dao of Heaven. All of them are the best in the world.

"Three sacrifices, the lives are devastated, and the corpses are all over the field. Today, I will accept this book and listen to it. With sacrifices, the souls of the dead in the world. Mo Qingye reined in his mind and jumped out almost word by word. obviously didn't have a half-wave tone, but it revealed a little bit of compassion, which made people feel uncomfortable when they heard it. It seems that she can really understand the sadness in her heart. The oppressive breath in the air made the green tendons on everyone's foreheads come out.

Even if he didn't look back, Mo Qingye could imagine that the tens of thousands of people kneeling behind him couldn't hold on anymore. Even she herself felt that this sacrifice was a bit difficult.

Of course, she didn't know that it had begun to spread outside the north, and the heavens couldn't see the new emperor's tyranny and unreasonableness, and God had come to rescue them. Those who have been displaced on the border between the two countries all the year round began to secretly pass on Mo Qingye's little minister, and some people actually began to worship. That's for later.

At this time, the sky changed dramatically, and everyone outside the Jinluan Hall looked at the small figure in amazement. Just look, you can only look at it secretly, otherwise your heart will be shocked and uncomfortable.

Mo Qingye sighed lightly, and the coldness condensed in the air at this time was already a little biting. Since ancient times, every emperor has undergone various harsh examinations, in addition to knowledge and habits, as well as whether the body is sick. The king is the foundation of the country, and the luck of a country will be reflected in him.

The tyranny of Fusang was very angry, and even brutalized young children, disregarding the norm. Chaotic, the mottled and chaotic luck of the northern country has long been tossed extremely weak. Mo Qingye also understood that the threat lay in Da Zhou.

The Great Zhou is adjacent to the territory of the northern kingdom, and now is the time of weakness, and if it provokes a war, the chance of annexation is at least seven points. But when a war is provoked, it is a years-long campaign.

There are still 3,000 nails in the broken ship, not to mention that the northern country is already brave and good at fighting. Otherwise, it would not have been tossed by Fusang, and the territory would not have been lost. Those are all piled up one life after another.

Cutting the city is to retreat and seek peace, but to completely annex it is to unilaterally obliterate it. Rao is such a young child and an old woman, and he doesn't want to be a slave to the country.

Mo Qingye didn't want to provoke a war, but he could only set things right. She doesn't suffer either. As long as she touches her hands, the luck of this northern country will also complement her, and it will be no different from the Great Zhou. It's not bad to be worshipped.

To change the fortunes of the country, you must admit to heaven, otherwise Mo Qingye will also backlash. Of course, this is also a way for her to deter the northern country.

She has a bad temper, but she doesn't have time to deal with them.

Mo Qingye's eyes were slightly condensed at this time, and he kowtowed three times to the outside of the Jinluan Palace. "This sacrifice, by the petition of all the people in the world, to punish the king, to correct the chaos!"

As soon as Mo Qingye's words fell, a thunderclap exploded in the sky, and this sound seemed to indicate something.

I saw that the continuous thunder in the sky was one after another, and it was more intense than one around the Jinluan Palace. Even those soldiers were stunned. The fear in my heart slowly dispersed.

Outside the capital, all the people saw the gloomy palace. There is a hint of terrifying coercion.

It seems that all the thunder has converged in the palace, which makes people's hearts chill when they see it. There was a little more light in the eyes of the people. Looking at the dark oppressive aura in the direction of the palace from afar, his eyes were filled with anticipation that he had never noticed. God, it seems to have opened my eyes.

Entrance to the Royal Palace.

The general who led the team had a heavy face, and at this time, all the war horses could no longer stand up, and they fell to the ground one after another. It's those soldiers who are so far away, and their expressions are a little ugly.

is so far away and there is still such coercion, and the general's face is not good-looking, but I am afraid that the 30,000 soldiers in the palace will be even worse.

The general raised his hand, "The army obeyed the order, and everyone retreated outside the capital." Execute it now. ”

The army behind him was fierce when it came, but it was very quiet at this time. Although there was no panic under his feet, the pace lost the solemn aura of Fang Cai. The general's heart sank slightly. Hurry up and get people out of the city.

I was a little jealous of the priest I had never seen.

On the empty field outside the Jinluan Palace, a large area of black pressure knelt down, and the eardrums were almost shattered by the thunder. All the thoughts in Fang Cai's mind seemed to be insufficient in front of this Tianwei. It's so small that it can't even raise any mind to snoop and guess.

At this time, Mo Qingye was standing in the center of the black pressure whirlpool, and the pressure she was under was many times higher than that of others, and she only felt that she was very tired.

The lightning that pierced the sky approached one after another, and the thunder that resounded in the sky also surrounded the Jinluan Palace.

Fusang in the Jinluan Hall was already hanging with only one breath at this time, and Mo Qingye left his eyes, just wanting him to see this fear with his own eyes. This pain that goes deep into the bone marrow but longs to die. These are all unwarranted disasters that Fuyao has suffered.

Such a little girl was tortured to look like that.

In Mo Qingye's life, he hated this kind of person the most.

Once, when a woman was insulted, it was always the woman's fault. Is it just because of the man's leg that has grown such a thing? It's just a beast that's not as good as a pig or a dog. Since you won't use it, I'll help you! Mo Qingye's eyes narrowed, and with a little finger, he saw a fierce wind attacking the bloody humanoid skeleton, "roaring" Fusang's throat was cut, and he couldn't find a piece of flesh and skin in his body.

At this time, he could only stare at the pupils full of the whites of his eyes, his eyeballs were full of bloodshots, and he couldn't lift the slightest strength, only snorting in the direction of Mo Qingye, but he could only keep vomiting blood. The blood in his eyes flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the bloody legs that had already been picked off and cut off their tendons kept shaking, and something seemed to have fallen off under his crotch.

Fuso's whole body trembled like chaff, and his only wish in this life was to die.

Mo Qingye looked at him, his right hand was raised, and the thunder and lightning in mid-air suddenly stopped. There was a momentary stagnation in the air. It was as if the heart was tightly pinched by that hand, compressed in a ball, tight, suppressed, and fearful.

In this empty field, the only one still standing was Su Jinyan. He was the only one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with her. There was only one person standing in the kneeling bush, and there was an indescribable feeling in everyone's hearts.

There is also the sixth prince Fuyu, at this time he was pale, and the sweat on his forehead slipped down drop by drop, but he bit his lip tightly, and the corners of his lips began to drip blood. But he is the only one in the north who has not bowed down. (To be continued.) )