"Husband, the demon of Dongyi is here!"

Jiang rushed into the house in a hurry, stumbling and almost falling.

She couldn't help but be afraid, the sky was dark outside, and the sun and moon had no light, as if she had returned to the darkest day in her life seven years ago.

On that day, her husband who had just married fell down in the lobby and fell asleep until now, and finally came to the bitter end, but she didn't expect Dongyi's thieves to kill again!

"Don't panic!"

Gu Cheng sat in front of the desk, writing with a pen in one hand, holding Jiang Shi with the other, and indifferently spit out two words.

This calm and calm of the sky infected Jiang, and she curled up in her husband's arms, calming down, feeling that everything was fearless.

"Are you crazy?"

However, Wen Zhong outside couldn't be so calm, and watched in horror as the Jiuli Staff turned into flying ashes and dispersed, replaced by nine unique cave heavens.

Jiuli Cave Heaven!

Home reversal!

Dongyi in the mouth of the merchants, in fact, is officially called Jiuyi, which is the descendant of the Jiuli tribe in the past, that is, the nine tribes commanded by Chiyou, who competed with the Yellow Emperor.

After the Great Lich War, the two clans were reduced to history and withdrew from their position as rulers, but their influence remained.

Especially the Wu Clan, which inherited the Shenwu Road of the Shenwu Era in the previous era, specialized in martial arts, and was greatly affected by it when the human race first rose.

Later, the orthodox road of the human race was to combine martial arts with immortal dao to form an immortal martial arts system, and there were also ethnic groups who blindly worshiped the witch clan, murderous and murderous, and the nine tribes were combined together, named Jiuli, and the leader was Chiyou.

Chiyou was defeated by Xuanyuan, the Jiuli tribe perished, and the remnants of the tribe retreated to the east, which was the prototype of Jiuyi, after several generations of development, it became strong again, but no one dared to use the name of Jiuli.

With such a background, it is no wonder that the Jiuli staff can become the sacrificial artifact of the Jiuyi tribe, it is not only a magic weapon, but also carries the luck of the continuation of the tribe.

Now, the high priest smashed the Jiuli staff, which is equivalent to making the Jiuyi tribe a rootless Ping, and there is no longer an ancestor sacrifice.

In the past, Xia Wei was so brutal, when Chengtang fought with him, he didn't want to destroy the Jiuding handed down by Dayu in order to win, because it was related to the continuation of the entire human race, Xia Wei couldn't do the things of sinners through the ages, and the courtiers around him didn't allow him to do that.

But now the high priest killed King Shou at the cost of severely damaging Jiuyi's luck, and his already thin body shrank directly, which can be seen to be extremely terrifying, but a monstrous pressure slowly rose from his body, and in a trance, there seemed to be a demon god who fought the heavens and the earth, burrowing into his body, waiting for the moment to break out of the shell.

"Chiyou's soul, it seems that we really got it right, this old guy is desperate!"

The words of attacking the heart have never worked before, Wen Zhong was shocked and worried, with one finger and two whips, regenerating and changing.

This pair of male and female double whips according to yin and yang, divided into two qi, is the gift of the Holy Mother of Jinling, Wen Zhong refining for many years, in the double whip attainments to the peak, at this moment under the eagerness, breaking through the previous limit, incarnated double dragon, ups and downs, falling out of nowhere, in the high priest's forehead.

"Good!"

Huang Feiyan saw that she was extraordinary, and couldn't help but cheer, and she wanted to see the scene of this old brain.

Unexpectedly, it was the unscathed high priest who did not even pause in his steps.

Wen Zhong dropped the whip again and again, but no matter which key point he hit, he couldn't do the slightest damage, let alone shake the heart of killing.

"Master, I'm here to help you!"

At this moment, the five colors lit up, and a divine cow that looked forward to life fell, and Huang Feihu sat on it, holding a divine spear, and stabbed straight down towards the high priest.

Wen Zhong's mount, Mo Qilin, also flew over, and there were thousands of palace city guards who arrived with him, but it was Prime Minister Shang Rong who told Emperor Yi and hurriedly sent it.

With such a lineup, even the immortals had to retreat, but the high priest's sleeves flicked, and those guards were all scattered into the Jiuli space, and they couldn't perform a combined attack at all.

Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu relied on the advantages of their mounts to avoid danger after danger, flying up and down around him, attacking desperately, but they still couldn't stop his indomitable momentum, and could only watch him walk towards Shouwangfu step by step.

"Go and inform Your Highness, take a shelter first!"

In desperation, Wen Zhong had no choice but to turn over and take out a talisman, stick it on Huang Feiyan's back, and send her into the mansion.

Although it is really humiliating to hide in the capital of the Great Shang, the high priest has gone completely crazy, and at this time, it is the first priority to ensure the safety of King Shou.

It was just a joke before, but at this moment, Wen Zhong has already strengthened his belief that he must persuade Emperor Yi to let King Shou ascend the throne, the high priest of Dongyi is good at divination, the future calculated by this person is absolutely right, King Shou will definitely lead the Great Shang to destroy Dongyi, and do what the ancestors of the past generations have not completed.

"Your Highness!"

When Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu were trying their best to delay, Huang Feiyan had already rushed into the backyard, not caring about anything else, and shouted loudly.

She ran and shouted all the way, the whole palace was alarmed, the original atmosphere of fear exploded directly, and the slaves fled in all directions, panicking all day long.

Finally, Huang Feiyan saw a maid in front of the backyard beckoning to her, leading the way and coming to the outside of the study.

Under the reflection of the slanting sun, she saw Gu Chengzheng sitting in the room, writing something on the bamboo slips, and the gentle and elegant Jiang was by her side.

Inside and outside the house, two worlds, but strange and harmonious together, people can't bear to destroy.

"Your Highness......"

Huang Feiyan opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything about letting him run away later.

And Gu Cheng wrote down the last word, the heavens and the earth suddenly shook, and every soldier on the battlefield felt an invisible influence, and inexplicably stopped everything in his hand.

Even the fierce high priest, Wen Zhong and Huang Feihu were no exception, but after a moment of distraction, the three fought together again.

"It's done!"

Gu Cheng admired the bamboo slip in his hand, revealing his heartfelt joy.

The foundation of his revitalization of the Han Dynasty is the creation of the Tianshu Twelve Volumes, absorbing the essence of the Hundred Schools of Thought, and making achievements in all major fields, which can be described as all-encompassing.

But when he wanted to write the twelve volumes of the Heavenly Pivot and spread it to the world, he found that the obstacles in the dark increased rapidly, and every word he put down was like a confrontation with the entire heaven and earth.

Therefore, Gu Cheng was engrossed in it, and it took more than half a year to write this volume of the way of war, but fortunately, slow work and meticulous work, this is not only Sun Tzu's art of war, but the culmination of the art of war of all dynasties.

"This method can break the soul of the Jiuli Soldier Lord!"

At this moment, Gu Chengshun handed the military book to Huang Feiyan: "You were frightened along the way, take it for revenge!"