When Mo Chen stepped into the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, it bloomed with endless brilliance like a slowly rising sun.

Before the people of Shenghua Palace could react, they felt as if they were stuck in a quagmire, and their spirits began to become tired. Even Su Ahri and the others, who had just arrived at Shenghua Palace, were not spared at all.

Under the divine light of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, everyone froze there as if they had lost their minds.

And at the last moment when Mo Chen stepped into the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, Tu Cangsheng's sigh was faintly heard in his ears: "This trial cannot be achieved by the strength of one person. Ancient resentment and unwillingness have turned into immortal spirits, and may His Holiness be able to resolve this cause and effect that has been entangled for hundreds of thousands of years. ”

Before Mo Chen understood the meaning, he felt that the picture in front of him became blurry.

Dilapidated houses, messy furnishings. There were several empty wine bottles on the table, and the room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

When the picture in front of Mo Chen's eyes was restored again, he saw such a bad picture. He frowned, realizing that there were inexplicably more messy memories in his mind.

The memory of the commander of the Great Zhou Praetorian Guard named Kou Tianen, no, it should be said that it is the memory of the former commander of the Great Zhou Praetorian Guard.

Just yesterday, the eighteenth road alien anti-king attacked Chang'an City one after another.

Now, except for the imperial city, which has barely been breached, the outer city and the inner city have completely fallen. And Kou Tianen, as the commander of the Great Zhou Praetorian Guard, the only remaining Void Immortal powerhouse, even in the face of the desperate situation in front of him, he still did not give up his duties.

Last night, he made a statement to the current saint, hoping that Her Majesty the Empress could temporarily abandon the imperial city of Chang'an and retreat to Luoyang, and wait for the princes of the eight directions to come to King Qin. However, Her Royal Highness not only did not take his advice, but reprimanded him harshly, and removed Kou Tianen from all his positions, demoting him to a concubine.

For Kou Tianen, who has been loyal to the royal family for generations and has a love for Her Majesty, the Empress's decision is no less than the collapse of the sky.

Because of this, he drank all night yesterday, trying to dispel the grief and sadness in his heart.

Just as Mo Chen was absorbing Kou Tianen's memory, a young man dressed in Praetorian Guard clothing hurriedly ran in, shouting as he ran: "Lord Commander, it's not good, it's not good. The Eighteenth Alien King began to attack the Imperial City again, and the brothers suffered heavy casualties and were almost unbearable. ”

A feeling of grief and indignation suddenly rose in Mo Chen's heart, but he quickly suppressed that strange emotion in his heart with his powerful cultivation.

Trial, could it be that this is a trial?

Mo Chen suddenly thought of Tu Cangsheng's prompt, and pondered the connection in his heart, but he replied unconsciously: "What, quickly lead the way for General Ben!" ”

The young man didn't say much, and hurriedly turned around and left, followed by Mo Chen.

On the imperial city, there are corpses everywhere and blood stains everywhere.

The badly wounded Janissaries lay at the head of the city wall, wailing in pain but without effective treatment. Some of the mortally wounded soldiers leaned weakly against the city walls, weakly begging for the old robes to let them die in agony.

Most of the remaining Praetorian Guards were wounded and looked dazed, and they could no longer see any emotions other than despair.

Under the imperial city, millions of eighteen anti-kings made the imperial city impassable, and the majestic momentum pierced the sky, making people tremble as if the sky was falling apart.

This is the scene that Mo Chen saw when he came to the imperial city!

The Praetorian Guard numbered less than 30,000 men, and most of them were wounded.

But what they need to face now is a multi-million enemy army of eighteen alien rebels, strong and energetic!

"Bastard, the others, where is Wang Hu, where is Zhao Cheng?" Looking at the scene in front of him, Mo Chen suddenly felt that he had lost control of his body. No, it wasn't his body in the first place. Before Mo Chen could understand what was going on, an angry voice roared out of his mouth, shaking the Imperial City and trembling slightly.

"General Wang Hu was killed last night, and his body was under the city wall. General Zhao Cheng fell into the enemy camp this morning, and after killing tens of thousands of thieves, his soul was wiped out. A weak voice echoed across the walls, causing all the Praetorian Guards to hang their heads unconsciously.

"Dead, all dead?" Kou Tianen's expression froze, his eyes glazed over at the Praetorian Guard, who were completely unimposing at the moment, and fell into an indescribable silence.

"Commander, what do we do now?" An old pawn was dazed.

With the question of the old pawn, Mo Chen suddenly felt that he had regained his control over his body again. Faced with everyone's blank looks, as well as the despair and complexity hidden inside, Mo Chen fell silent.

He suddenly understood a little bit about what Tu Cangsheng meant by the trial.

Right now, he can control his body to make a choice, and this choice will definitely affect the subsequent development of this strange illusion.

However, how to choose now?

Fight, or retreat!

Mo Chen was silent for a moment, looking at the corpses everywhere in front of him, as well as the Praetorian Guards who had no fighting spirit, and couldn't help but find the answer.

retreat, the Praetorian Guards will have no momentum, and there will be no power to return to the sky.

War, maybe there is a glimmer of life, even if this glimmer of life is very weak!

He walked up to the city wall firmly, and his voice was firm and unquestionable: "As long as we are still here, the Great Zhou will not die, and the imperial city will not be broken!" ”

Mo Chen's words fell, and suddenly all the dazed Praetorian Guards were in good spirits, and their dazed eyes were a little more bright. Especially the old soldier who had just been questioned, he was even more indescribably strange. But the glow was fleeting, like an illusion.

After a short silence, an impassioned voice suddenly sounded on the city wall: "Be with the city, never die!" Protect the Great Zhou, no regrets! ”

"Be with the city, never die! Protect the Great Zhou, no regrets! ”

The passionate voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, revealing determination and madness!

"The King of the West has an order, kill!"

"The Earth Bear King has an order, kill!"

The sound of death on the city wall seemed to anger the millions of anti-kings below. I heard an earth-shattering shout from below, and then two teams of hundreds of thousands of troops formed a monstrous army formation and killed towards the location of the imperial city.

Mo Chen frowned, finding that he could only use Kou Tianen's ability. He didn't hesitate, and there was an extra treasure knife in his palm.

The knife is three feet long, and its name is well in the moon!

This is the ancestral imperial soldier of the Kou family, passed down from the ancient emperor Kou Zhong!

With a swing of the knife, a waning moon manifests in mid-air!

The moonlight is cold, killing people invisibly. The alien army formation was impacted, and thousands of soldiers let out a terrible wail, which turned into a blood mist in the sky and dissipated in a blink of an eye. It's just that this amount of strength is far less than the speed of replenishment by foreign races.

In just a few moments, after losing hundreds of thousands of troops, they rushed to the city wall again.

Killing, blood, wailing!

Mo Chen kept wielding the imperial soldiers, taking away countless enemy troops, and at the same time, the Praetorian Guards around him also fell one after another. I don't know how long it has been, but the gates of the imperial city have also been dilapidated, and the walls are full of large and small gaps. All the Praetorian Guards have fulfilled their promise and turned into lifeless corpses.

From morning to evening, the killing never stopped, and the corpses piled up in front of the imperial city like a hill.

In front of the tattered imperial city, a majestic figure with broken armor and scars all over his body was like a towering and immortal mountain cliff, blocking the way of the eighteenth anti-king!