The entire palace city, the world's first building complex that has stood for hundreds of years, although it is completely preserved at this time, there are almost a few pieces of glazed tiles broken, and not a single wall collapses, and a pillar is broken, but it is as cold and lonely as a ruin. The huge palace city was like a well-preserved and empty tomb at this time, and the people who came out were like mold wandering between the coffins.

It was only when this group came out of the noon gate surrounded by the sword-armed guards of the two hundred Black Feather Army that the world had a voice again. In front of their eyes, a bloody picture of incomparably cruel and bloody was displayed.

Burning, killing, looting and the like are not enough to describe this bubble scene. The terrible howl is not enough to describe the hellish sound. Pershing City was on fire everywhere, countless well-dressed women were driven out of the burning mansions, their robes were torn in the streets, and they were repeatedly wreaked havoc by groups of strong men with rat tails dragging their heads behind their heads, while their fathers, brothers, younger brothers, sons or husbands must have been beside them, pinned down, and wept like pigs, while watching these women who lived in the imperial city all the year round, with good figure and temperament, tossing and turning in the endless hell, and finally when they were dying, they were brutally torn apart and died。 The soft breasts and breasts and hot internal organs were scattered all over the place, and the blood almost gathered into waterlogging.

After witnessing hell, the men of the capital were faced with the choice of life and death, and most of them chose to die, even if the slaves who captured them wanted some of them to live, none of them obeyed, and all of them looked for a short sight. Obviously, the men of the southern kingdom who have been under the education of Confucianism for a long time have long lost the ability to be flexible, or rather, the enslavement came too quickly and too suddenly, and these men who have lost their loved ones and have lost all their thoughts have long been born without thoughts, let alone without love.

Therefore, the slaves of Jianzhou quickly gave up the senseless dissuasion and threats, and made a bold move, happily starting a simple killing, and the killing competition was staged in the city again, and this time it was not two, but hundreds of people competing with each other, in order to compete for the "hundred people beheaded", "one hundred and five beheaded", "double hundred slashed" and even "thousand people beheaded" The northerners are also good-looking, and will not give any substantial rewards to the winners of such competitions.

The screams changed tone at the moment when Emperor Ling was tied to the cross and pushed out, turning into earth-shattering cries, those men who were held down and forcibly watched their wives and daughters and even their mothers being humiliated almost all instantly turned into Yin Shanluan, all kinds of generous statements, all kinds of heartache, all kinds of hindsight, all kinds of foul language, and even openly insulting the court, Emperor Ren and even the founding emperor. At this time, these ordinary nobles who had been ignorant for thousands of years by the rotten Confucians of Ling Dongde and others suddenly activated their servile genes and spoke ill of the old masters, and suddenly someone remembered that they could take refuge in the notorious Jianzhou slaves. And the "Jianzhou slave fathers" who dragged the money to end their pigtails, at this time, they had already turned their faces and denied people, and they were able to kill them, where could they still care about the lives and deaths of slaves, or humanoid pigs and dogs?

The procession on the street moved slowly, and the face of the Spirit Emperor had turned completely black, desperately black, and in the past few days, he seemed to have aged twenty years out of thin air, almost from a middle-aged man with gray hair, to a twilight man with a loess buried neck. His body is still healthy, but his will is completely dead.

The team slowly moved forward, the expression of the Spirit Emperor changed from guilt to anger to despair to remorse and finally turned into a numb calm, no one threw rotten vegetable leaves, stinky apples at him, no one spat on him, but everyone's insults were collected by him in the bottom of his heart, completely turned into loveless despair and monstrous remorse, at this moment, he changed, became as ruthless and unrighteous as his predecessor or father, complaining about the heavens and people, and in his heart, he had already hated Queen Linghua, who could spend life and death with him.

After all, Yinchen was right, if he had seriously managed the Heavenly Sword Pass Fortress at the beginning, he was afraid that now, he could still levy the Huashi Gang, drink a little wine, and sit and watch the minister's dog fight!

However, the world has never believed in ifs, just as Moscow has never believed in tears. He favored Empress Linghua, let the harem interfere in politics, and allowed the young generals on the border to be exploited, and finally defected to Phoenix City in a letter of persuasion from the northerners, and used the lost border passes one by one to take revenge on the Hou Party who rode on their heads as a prestige, and to take revenge on the supreme governor of Cosmos Ling Hua who made their family uneasy. And in the end, it is not only the people of the south who will suffer, but the entire country.

This is the whole reason for this bestiality on earth.

The procession slowly walked through the door of the Yincui Building, where the beautiful girls with flags combed by the slaves of Jianzhou acted as the executioners of the astonishingly cruel. They found a large number of war horses in the northern army, and relied on the strong strength of most of them who were the chosen ones, and forced Yincui Lou and the wind and dust women collected from any other Qinglou kiln to fornicate with the war horses here, and then they were cruelly divided into five horses, and even before the corpses were divided, they had to be cut off with knives to symbolize women's organs, in short, they were extremely cruel. They had blocked the place to the brim, but when the procession arrived, the leader, Yehverin Arreli, immediately ordered the way to get out of the way, and finally did not block Haran's Xuan Ming in the middle of the road. The team moved forward slowly, and when passing through the gate of Yincui Building, the Spirit Emperor suddenly found a daughter he had ruthlessly abandoned, a biological princess, who was punished into Yincui Building by him in a fit of anger, but he didn't expect to meet in such a place.

When he turned his head to look, the girl with a good posture had exhausted her strength, and fell limply on the cold, blood-stained ground, and Yehvilyn Arelli stepped on her soft chest with great vigour, and the battle spirit exploded, and Arella's feet sank deep into the girl's chest.

"Ping'er!!" the Spirit Emperor tore her vocal cords with a loud roar, but the girl's eyes didn't move in the slightest, staring straight at the vast and empty sky. She's dead.

The team continued to move forward, there were shouts of killing everywhere, but there was no sound of swords fighting, because the people here had given up resistance, in the Hou Party, in the so many years of Empress Linghua's rule, they had already learned not to resist, deferential, well-behaved, polite, even in the face of fierce and ruthless alien invaders, they were all armed with faith and righteousness, and etiquette as the dry Cao.

Of course, there are also people who follow the high and deep pools of the courtyard, and they resist stubbornly, so the slaves of Jianzhou fiercely brought the red-clothed cannons, and even the Franco-machine cannons, against the courtyard wall bombardment, and the exquisite buildings collapsed in the sound of cannons, burying countless dead, and the wounded also suffocated and bled to death in the ruins. The flames filled the air, turning the slowly westward sun into a charred yellow. Even the sky gradually gathered clouds of smoke.

The team continued to move forward and arrived at the street where the former Hanlin Academy, the Jingzhao Yin Metropolitan Protectorate, was located.

On the street, a killing contest is underway.

Thousands of forbidden soldiers, stripped of their chain mail, confiscated their weapons, poured Sanyuan poison, tied their hands behind their backs with straw ropes, and knelt down in the dark, all of them bowed their heads and rushed to the gate of the supreme academy, waiting to be killed. Behind them, eight strong men with money rat tails wearing black robes and white bone-colored checkered patterns embroidered on the hem of their necklines and cuffs smirked and smiled, and their souls burst out like a liquefied wind, raising their swords in their hands.

It was the favorite use of the slaves in Jianzhou, and it was spread from Dongying's ten-grip sword.

On the long sword, the soul was boiling, and the spirit snake, the demon mouse, the wild lion, the cheetah, the giant eagle, the spider, the centipede, the mole cricket, the eight strong men followed the order of a Jianzhou old man's rooster crow, and rushed into the crowd with a majestic spirit, with the incomparably arrogant and cold laughter of the victor.

Killing captives, this is the tradition of Jianzhou slaves showing off their strength, when they themselves were captured, they were a slave who knelt at the bottom in an instant, these people have been tossed into a non-human existence by slave culture, they can be slaves forever in the face of the strong, and once they become masters, they really don't have a little bit of reserve as the master, let alone the slightest sense of responsibility from the king, except for changing the way to abuse their subordinates, showing off their strength and authority, they won't do anything else.

Eight people slaughtered like a whirlwind, cutting down all that could be cut down, and those who fell and didn't die had to be given another knife, the eight of them accurately controlled the simple and ruthless knife technique comprehended from "Lingyun Battle Heavenly Decision", and under the light of each sword, one person must be decapitated. Some of them continued to stagger and break defenses, some charged steadily, some pursued cutting off two heads with one knife, and some fought steadily one by one, they were already completely selfless at this time, and they didn't have time to care about the "inspection team" that was slowly coming behind, let alone the face of the captive Linghuang.

Seeing this, the Spirit Emperor, who had already been numb, couldn't help but close his eyes, remorse had taken over his brain, replacing his perception, at this time he had no fear, no despair, no frustration, only gnashing teeth and hatred for his former self and the current Queen Linghua. He knew that those who were tied up had fought for the glory and survival of the emperor by dying on the city wall, and now, it was precisely because of his weakness, because of Hua Hua's long-term interference in politics, because of Hua Hua's three aunts, six mothers, and seventy-two uncles who had long controlled the court and the final group rebellion, that he personally cut off the lives and future of these people, and let him personally sign the edict of armistice, open the city gate, and surrender as a prisoner under the torture of poison.

He is a sinner.

He was a sinner in the South.

He is a sinner of history!

However, at this time, his life has long been out of his control, whether he lives or dies, it depends on the words of the martial emperor of the northern country.

He didn't even feel humiliated at this time, and he almost didn't feel the presence of a physical body. He didn't want to watch these loyal martyrs of the country die in such a humiliating and senseless way in front of the pillars of the country, and all he could do now was close his eyes and force himself to deceive himself into "not seeing".

He knew that the northerners held such a game on this street on purpose, and it was a clear humiliation.

The people of the north humiliated the royal family of the south, while the slaves of Jianzhou humiliated a relatively great nation.

"Old general, isn't this a bit too much?" At this time, Nie Wanliu's voice sounded faintly in the arrogant laughter of the slaves in Jianzhou, with a faint disgust and repulsion.

"The emperor doesn't think it's too much, so be it, but there will be no such program in the future, you know, what kind of humiliation and hatred our Harlan family is carrying, right?" Halan Xuanming's words made Nie Wanliu unable to refute, he looked at the tragic scenes in front of him, and his mind couldn't help but imagine the cruelty of the Zhao family when they attacked the Li family's palace a hundred years ago. Slaughter and being slaughtered, betrayed and betrayed, this is the melody of this so-called civilized world for thousands of years, even those who are very arrogant and corrupt, boasting of obeying the strong, not obeying the master, the lord humiliates the teachings of the subordinates, from the sage ancestor Ling Dongde's golden mouth.

Harlan Xuan hugged his arms, and the old god was on the ground looking at the cruel and humiliating scene in front of him. "The dogs of the southern kingdom should be like this, it's not that they are from a bad background, it's that they shouldn't be loyal to some bullshit Spirit Emperor! Even the forbidden army can be used as a court of private miscellaneous servants of the rich and noble, what are you doing with it? Why don't you feed the ......dogs?" he sneered, and turned his head to look at the Spirit Emperor who closed his eyes: "Now that you know that it's powerful, don't you want to watch it?"

His voice only spread in the air, and there were really people on this street who didn't want to look at it.

The person who rose up to stop all this was not a hero, not Wan Jianxin, not a prison worship, not Lin Xuanchen, not Sakura Shixuan, but a complete demon.

It was the evil of silver like Voldemort.

......

The black-lacquered gate of the Jingzhao Yin Duhu Fu, which had been completely sealed for a long time, was suddenly shattered by violence, and the firelight exploded into an orange cloud, which suddenly sounded in a discordant roar, making everyone's actions pause. However, it was too late at this time, and thousands of unarmed captives were slaughtered by the eight Chosen Ones of the State Founding, waiting for the results of the careful statistics of their compatriots to win the winning wine of "the strongest thousand people", but unexpectedly, at this juncture, they were disturbed by a cannon shot.

"His grandmother's, the red-clothed cannon, this is it, brothers, the battle spirit beast is up! Let's see who can be the first to rush over and teach the turtle grandchildren of the southern country a lesson!" The voice of the bold and brave column spread in the air, and the leading brother, the tallest and strongest of the eight Chosen One, but also the most delicate, howled like a hungry wolf, and his hands turned into two large knives like the forelimbs of the praying mantis, and even stretched out another arm under his armpit, one hand picked up the sword that was still dripping blood, and the other hand untied the shield from behind his back, and with the majestic posture of a four-armed monster, he bravely pounced on the gate of the capital protection mansion that was suddenly blown open and was still dark under the firelight.