After a table of diners talking, there were many tables of patriotic and unpatriotic people of Zhao who talked about the war in eastern Xinjiang, so after an hour of intentional or unintentional "eavesdropping", Mo Li and others roughly figured out the current situation of the war in eastern Xinjiang, and they didn't know whether it was true or not.

A month ago, Zhao Guo and Xiaohe Guo faced off in Linhu Immortal City, and Chen soldiers were 1.4 million.

The battle flag fluttered, the battle armor flashed, and the killing aura rose to the sky, shaking away the flowing clouds and scaring away the birds, except for the Netherworld River above the sky, which flowed slowly as always, and the atmosphere inside and outside the entire Beihu Pass was extremely depressing.

The two sides confronted each other at Beihuguan for half a month, during which Xiaohe State only had a small-scale temptation, and did not launch any siege of more than 10,000 people, as if it was not worried that Zhao State would ask for help from other countries, but deliberately waited for Zhao State to continue to increase troops.

Until half a month later, Xiaohe sent 300,000 troops to attack the main gate of Beihu Pass to contain the main force of Zhao State. At the same time, 200,000 troops were sent to frantically attack the sub-city gates on both sides of Beihu Pass, which were five miles away from the main city gate, and destroyed the ten-mile city wall desperately.

Seven days after such a great battle, the soldiers of the two countries no longer talked about any formations and stratagems, but only fought hard with real swords and guns, killing both sides with fear, and the casualties were very heavy, and the lives of more than 100,000 soldiers were cut off like weeds by the war, adding countless broken families in vain.

On the eighth day of the start of the war, the god of war of Zhao State finally stopped hiding his true strength, and showed his martial arts cultivation in patrolling the wilderness realm, and truly achieved the goal of being a husband and a man.

The people of the Heavenly Oracle Palace, who were obsessed with studying the Netherworld, originally saw such a big battle between the two sides, and they didn't dare to act lightly, for fear of getting involved in some inexplicable cause and effect, but at this time, after perceiving the martial arts cultivation of the Zhao Kingdom's God of War, Qian Feng was no longer afraid and commanded the cultivators of the Heavenly Oracle Hall to participate in the war.

When the cultivators participated in the war, the battlefield of Beihuguan became more chaotic, with more casualties.

After three days of such a battle, the total number of casualties on both sides was as high as 400,000, and the soldiers of the two countries were extremely nervous, and both had the idea of a truce.

The emperors of the two countries were not ruthless people, they both had great talents and strategies, and in the hearts of the soldiers of the two countries who caught it in time, they tacitly chose an armistice on the eleventh day of the beginning of the war, allowing the soldiers on both sides to treat the wounded and recover the bodies of the dead soldiers of various countries.

And on the day of the armistice, strange things happened.

The battlefield in the first ten miles of Beihu Pass has long been covered with blood, the stench is incomparable, and it cannot be coagulated for a long time, and countless mosquitoes and flies are flying around, flying around the soldiers of the two countries who are in a heavy and busy mood, and the annoying buzzing sound is earth-shattering.

In the late autumn evening, the blood-red remnant sun hung in the western sky, which set off the black and red of the battlefield, which was extremely tragic.

The temperature dropped, countless mosquitoes and flies gathered again, and the battlefield had already been emptied, leaving only a piece of blood for ten miles, so those mosquitoes and flies were even more rampant, jumping back and forth on the entire battlefield, dense and disgusting.

"The autumn wind and fallen leaves sprinkle the field, the residual sun shines on the flying insects, the secluded heavenly river flows for a long time, and the people who have traveled thousands of miles have not returned... People haven't paid it back......"

Suddenly, all the mosquitoes and flies on the ten-mile battlefield stood still, and the disturbing and frightening buzzing came to an abrupt end, and an old and compassionate voice sounded, floating across the entire battlefield.

"Moo......"

Then another low voice came, resounding for hundreds of miles, making every depressed person's heart tremble, and they all stood up and walked to both sides of the battlefield blankly.

In between, after the deep voice floated by, those motionless mosquitoes and flies directly turned into powder, fell on the blood that had not yet dried up, and disappeared directly.

At this time, in the direction of Xiaoheguo, a team of carriages and horses drove out solemnly and slowly in the heavy wind chimes, there were not many people, only forty-nine people, forty-eight middle-aged people in black sacrificial clothes on the periphery, and a child holding a black donkey and wearing a white robe sacrificial clothes, surrounded the unmanned carriage in the middle, forming a circle, moving forward step by step.

"Greetings to the Grand Sacrifice and Judicial ......"

When the soldiers of Zhao saw the convoy appear, they knelt down and shouted to the carriage: "Welcome the high priest, please ask the high priest to bless the ...... of Xiaohe Kingdom."

The respectful and mournful shouts of the soldiers of Xiaohe Country came one after another, and they looked a little sad in this rare quiet twilight.

"All sentient beings are suffering, but the glory of my Tianhe country cannot be erased, your sacrifice will be reborn in Tianhe, and you will eventually be reunited in Tianhe. ”

In the carriage, with a string of silver wind chimes hanging from the four corners, came the old and compassionate voice of the high priest.

In the long voice of the high priest, the convoy slowly moved forward on the battlefield where the blood had not yet dried up, and after a long journey, the blood slowly steamed, turned into a thin blood mist, and rose upward, towards the deep Netherworld River high above Beihu Pass.

The convoy walked to the center of the battlefield, and the forty-eight middle-aged people around it spread out, and the child led the black donkey to the side of the carriage and said respectfully, "Master, it's here." ”

"Let's get started......"

The high priest did not step out of the carriage, but a sense of desolation came from the carriage and spread throughout the battlefield.

Hearing this, the forty-eight people who spread out slowly sat cross-legged, their hands in various strange postures, and placed them on their knees.

If you look closely, the forty-eight people's buttocks are not touching the ground, but they are suspended in the air, and at the same time, their mouths are open and closed, and they don't know what incantation they are chanting.

The boy who led the black donkey did nothing, just held the straw rope tied to the black donkey's nose and stood quietly by the carriage.

With the movements of the forty-eight people in the center of the battlefield and the desolation coming from the carriage, all the blood on the entire battlefield began to steam, and the ten-mile battlefield outside Beihu Pass was shrouded in a scarlet blood mist, which was terrifying.

"Your Majesty, they are sacrificing in ancient ways, wanting to awaken the ancient Tianhe. ”

On the wall of Beihu Pass, the God of War of Zhao State frowned, and said to Wu Chengjun with a solemn expression: "It seems that Your Majesty needs to order to kill them immediately, otherwise let them complete the sacrifice, and my Zhao Kingdom will not be far from destruction!"

"It is said that Tianhe is not actively aggressive, even if he is awakened, as long as he does not take the initiative to provoke, what is my Zhao Guo afraid of?"

Wu Chengjun's face was as pale as water, although he said that, but at the same time, he also asked people to ask for the will of Emperor Wen Chengjun of Zhao State.

Wen Chengjun secretly arrived at Beihu Pass on the third day after the start of the Great War, and it was not until the God of War of Zhao State entered the war as a cultivator that he really appeared in front of the two armies, which increased the courage and determination of the soldiers of Zhao State.

"Tianhe is indeed not aggressive, and the one who threatens is the high priest of Xiaohe Country. ”

The God of War of Zhao State tightened the war knife in his hand, his momentum was extremely powerful, his eyes shot with fine light, and he said coldly: "That high priest is the high priest of Tianhe Kingdom five hundred years ago, and he has been there for five hundred years, this is the fundamental reason why my Zhao country's army cannot conquer Xiaohe Country." ”

"Oh, really!"

Wu Chengjun was shocked, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the extremely serious Zhao State God of War, and said respectfully: "God of War, please lead the God of War cavalry to protect the future of my Zhao Kingdom!

"Your Majesty!"

The God of War of Zhao looked at the increasingly dense blood mist, waved his big hand, grabbed the war knife in his hand, turned into a streamer and jumped directly from the hundred-meter city wall, and with the power of kicking the city wall in mid-air, he rushed towards the carriage in the center of the battlefield.

At the same time that the God of War of Zhao State jumped down, thirty-six people in the army of Zhao State were full of momentum, grabbed their respective battle swords, and rushed towards the blood mist without fear.

Soon, the God of War of Zhao State rushed to the vicinity of the forty-eight priests on the periphery, raised his war knife and was about to cut down the nearest priest.

"Bang!"

The child holding the black donkey changed his position, as if he had never moved, and then a slight impact sound came out, and the god of war of Zhao Guo was directly bounced away for a hundred meters, spitting blood from his mouth, and relying on the handle of the war knife to barely stand up.

"Kill!"

The thirty-six people who rushed out of the Zhao State army sensed that the aura of the Zhao State God of War had weakened, and they snorted coldly, and sped up their pace to kill the forty-eight middle-aged priests.

"Back... Come back!"

The war god of Zhao Guo shouted with difficulty, and blood foam gushed out from his mouth, but it was still too late.

I saw that before the thirty-six people rushed to the vicinity of the forty-eight priests, their bodies were corroded little by little in the blood mist, and finally they also turned into blood mist and slowly flew towards the Netherworld.

Seeing this scene, the god of war of Zhao State shouted hysterically towards Beihu Pass: "Your Majesty, send troops!"

Wu Chengjun killed decisively, and after hearing the shouts, he immediately opened the city gate, and at the same time ordered the archers to be ready to shoot arrows at any time.

The mighty army of 100,000 slaughtered from Beihu Pass and rushed to the ten-mile battlefield. The soldiers of the Little River Kingdom were not slow to react, and immediately sent all the soldiers on the edge of the battlefield to charge forward to protect the high priest.

Seeing that another tragic battle was about to happen, the high priest in the carriage sighed, and then an old and sad voice sounded in everyone's hearts: "Generals of Zhao Kingdom, Zhao Kingdom is originally a part of Tianhe Kingdom, if the river reappears today, it is the best time for Tianhe Kingdom to restore its glory and move towards the peak."

As long as you are willing to withdraw from the Linhu Immortal District, let me and others awaken the entire Tianhe, we will never hurt a single soldier of Zhao Guo.

Even if you are willing, it is your Zhao State that will lose this war in the end, but you have sacrificed hundreds of thousands of lives in vain. ”

The high priest's sincere words made the 100,000 troops of Zhao State charge slightly stunned, but they did not get the order to stop the charge, so they waved the weapons in their hands and continued to rush forward.

On the eve of nightfall, when the 100,000 troops of the Zhao State rushed to a place less than three hundred meters away from the high priest's convoy, countless purple feather arrows in the army shot up into the sky, and after being thrown to a certain height, they cut through the breeze and fell rapidly, shooting towards the forty-nine people.

The purple feather arrows in the sky attracted the aura of heaven and earth, causing the high priest in the carriage to let out a long "huh" puzzle, and then said lightly: "Let's retreat first, let them fight first." ”

When the words fell, the purple feather arrows also fell, but in a blood mist, the trace of the forty-nine high priests had already been lost, leaving only the blood mist that continued to transpire upward.