Qiu Chongshan was stunned and looked at the brilliance of the people, watched the power of the battle soul detach from his body, and watched Fang Yun glory add to his body.

At this moment, Fang Yun was bathed in the light of holiness, and the brilliance of all the people behind him occupied half of the sky, looking at it from afar, like wings hanging from the sky.

The brilliance of the people does not have the slightest lethality, and even the demon soldiers can't kill it, but all evils do not invade, all saints do not punish them, and the power condensed by the will of the human race will retreat when they see the glory of all the people.

The spirit of war is compared with the brilliance of the people, like a bean candle flame to the hanging sky, not the same day.

Qiu Chongshan stood in place, looking at the white brilliance of the people in disbelief, because the power of his battle soul completely dissipated, and the 100,000 war soul completely slept and no longer helped him.

After a long while, Qiu Chongshan let out a long sigh and said, "The last general will admit defeat." ”

"Accept!" Fang Yun was dressed in white and stood between heaven and earth, his eyes were still gentle.

The Fengxuewen battlefield dissipated, and the figures of the two appeared in the valley.

Fang Yun found that the people who went to the viewing platform in front of him were all standing, and then looked around at the viewing platform in all directions, including Qingjun, everyone had already gotten up.

Even if the Lei family had a grudge on their faces, they all stood up honestly, for fear that the fire of the three salutes would fall again at this time.

Young scholars from all over the country looked at Fang Yun, their faces full of admiration.

Some people had doubts about Fang Yun's status as a Void Saint, but when the glory of the people appeared, all those doubts disappeared.

It is easy to win the hearts of the people, but it is difficult to win the glory of the people, the hearts of the people can be bought, deceived, and fooled, but the glory of the people cannot deceive people.

The ministers of power or kings of various countries can easily buy the hearts and minds of the people, glorify their own selfish desires as the country and the people, and are best at stigmatizing the few, and then sacrifice them for the sake of the majority, but in fact only a very small number of people in the upper echelons get real benefits.

Many scholars stayed away from the court. It's because I can't stand those dramatic officials.

However, the brilliance of the people is the purest people's heart, except for the founding emperors of the past dynasties or the kings of great changes, and the saints who will inevitably obtain the glory of the people, almost no one can hold the glory and add glory.

Slowly, the brilliance faded.

Qiu Chongshan looked at Fang Yun with a complicated expression, if he could win, then Qingjun and the Zong family would order that all the families of the 100,000 martyrs in the ancient land of the deserted city be moved back to the Shengyuan Continent. Even if it fails. As long as Fang Yun can be hit, one of the descendants of the 100,000 martyrs can also return to the Shengyuan Continent to study.

The environment of the Deserted City Ancient Land is harsh, far inferior to the Saint Yuan Continent, and only those who are the top can get a promotion channel. As for people with mediocre or slightly talented talents, they generally stop at being children or showing talents, and it is already the ultimate to lift people. Many of them, if they returned to the Shengyuan Continent, they might become Jinshi.

However, the talent of the Shengyuan Continent is limited, and the number of places in the imperial examination can only increase slowly. I don't know when and what month will be able to achieve true equality for all.

In order to move back to those 100,000 households, Qiu Chongshan has been running for many years, but the resistance is too great.

The Holy Monastery has given the 100,000 family members an adequate reward. Life in the ancient land of the deserted city is better than that of ordinary people, but to move back 100,000 families can only be decided by the royal family of Qingguo.

Qiu Chongshan looked at the gradually dissipating brilliance of the people, and his heart was full of confusion. It is no longer possible to determine whether the death of those comrades-in-arms is worth it, why would they be willing to retreat before the glory of the people, they obviously have great merit?

The blood-stained secret letter. Just in exchange for their family's life being better than before?

If they can live, even if their families have a hard time, they will be willing, right?

Qiu Chongshan only felt sadness in his heart, his eyes were blurry, suddenly, he saw a figure wearing a Tsing Yi university uniform plunged into the fog, and then, he saw the backs of the Hanlin people in white clothes disappearing into the mist, one after another, one after another, one army after another......

In the end, all 100,000 people were thrown into the mist, and only he did not move, only the blood-stained secret letter floated in the air.

"Who's still there?"

Nothing, no one!

Is the departure of 100,000 military souls complaining that the only living person cannot accommodate their families?

Qiu Chongshan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, letting the tears roll in his eyes, and he never fell.

Since 100,000 comrades-in-arms died in the mountains, Qiu Chongshan has never shed tears.

Qiu Chongshan turned around and slowly walked in the direction of Qingguo's seat, he bent his back, lowered his head, couldn't see the direction, and walked more and more deviated.

Countless readers saw this scene, and the first thought popped up in their hearts.

This man collapsed, both physically and mentally, completely.

After walking more than a dozen steps, Qiu Chongshan suddenly heard a clear and melodious sound behind him.

"I'm still here!"

Qiu Chongshan's body was shocked, and tears poured out like a river bursting its embankment.

At this moment, he finally understood why the 100,000 army souls would leave with peace of mind.

They have completed their mission, and they have completed their mission, and there is no need to carry anything anymore, and no one will blame him.

Because, there are other people, and there are also Fang Yun.

Qiu Chongshan stood in place, suddenly remembering the contents of the secret letter, tears flowed freely, but a smile bloomed on his face.

Qiu Chongshan turned his back to Fang Yun and said loudly: "Fang Xusheng, you must win the battle in Sangu, I and 100,000 comrades have entrusted you with a single qiē!

After speaking, Qiu Chongshan's figure disappeared from top to bottom like those battle spirits.

Fang Yun was stunned, and everyone in the upper viewing platform was also stunned.

Qiu Chongshan passed away.

Fang Yun only felt a sense of injustice rising in his heart, which accumulated in it and did not disperse for a long time.

Fang Yun looked at Qingguo and sat down, his gaze falling on Qingjun's face.

Qingjun lowered his head slightly, squinted elsewhere, and did not look at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun took a deep breath and said slowly: "General Qiu died peacefully throughout his life, if he has a will, I should inherit it." Please join me in the silence of his soul and comfort for his spirit in heaven. ”

Fang Yun said, lowering his head.

The audience mourned.

After a hundred breaths, Fang Yun looked at Qingjun and said slowly with his tongue: "Next!"

There was originally a faint melancholy lingering in the sky above the entire upper viewing platform, but it was extinguished by Fang Yun's sound like a sword!

Zong Ji Bing got up suddenly, inheriting the blood of the Ice Clan, his body hair was more lush than ordinary people, not much taller than Fang Yun, but his body was extremely broad, even if he was over seventy years old, the muscles of his whole body were still strong and full of explosive power.

Unlike ordinary people's eyes, his eyes glow with a faint blue light, and his skin is snow-white, a little sickly white.

"I've seen Fang Xusheng!"

Fang Yun nodded and did not speak.

Zong Jibing snorted lightly and said, "I don't have much contact with Brother Chongshan, but I also have several relationships. In this battle, although you won, you dispersed the spirit of war, causing him to lose the civil war miserably, and he has nothing to love. Then I will overcome you this day in his place, and I will honor him with your failures."

"Oh. Fang Yun casually agreed, and the chill in his eyes grew.

Zong Jibing's forehead was bruised, he didn't expect Fang Yun to despise himself so much.

The Sect Saint Family and Fang Yun are already like fire and water, involving the dispute of the Holy Dao, and there is no room for maneuver.

As a hybrid with the Ice Clan, even if Zong Jibing is amazingly talented, he can't cross the threshold of Hanlin after all, unless he has the help of a demi-saint himself...... (To be continued......) R1292