There is no rain or snow in the early morning in the imperial capital, although the morning sun has not yet risen, but it can be seen that today is also a good day.

In a very high attic on the east side of the Imperial City, a huge morning bell hangs, and every time the bell rings above the majestic city that can be seen as far as the eye can see, this great city that can be ranked among the top three in the history of the human race begins its day enough to go down in history.

Since the period of Emperor Wen, following the example of the ancient sages and sages "taking history as a mirror" and "three provinces and my body", Tai Academy has set up a special post of "Zuo Shu Yin" with a total of 377 people, recording in detail the daily deeds of the court and the market, and summarizing them to the sacrificial wine office according to the ten, including and archiving, and the future generations of the Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, for ordinary people, it is an ordinary day, and for this sunset hub that runs through the north and south, it is by no means ordinary.

Thirty-three miles to the south from the morning bell is the famous Ye Mansion. Ye Mansion is located in the southeast of the imperial city, is the position of the ventricle, the pivotal can be seen, the courtyard occupies a small area, only a Chiba Pavilion rises from the ground, unique.

On the top floor of the Chiba Pavilion, next to a table carved from Huanghuali, a young man dressed in a python robe and black clothes, sitting on the ground, opened his eyes suddenly, and a pair of clear eyes under his sword eyebrows crossed the carved fence with the same Huanghuali texture, crossed the vast rivers and mountains of 100,000 miles, and landed on a very far side of the world.

He looked at it for a long time and spat out two words:

"Evil obstacles. ”

As a result, the attic, which symbolizes the holy land of martial arts in the world, shook faintly from the top, and this man who leaned towards the government and the opposition, known as the strongest person in five hundred years, was gone.

The town of Shayang on the border of the empire was covered with blood and mist, like a slaughterhouse that had taken away countless flesh and blood.

Ye Wutian's body under the city is in a different place, without the protection of this battle-hardened ancestor, with only a few thousand soldiers at the head of the city, how can he defend this border town.

After cutting off Ye Wutian's head, the burly butcher did not break open the city as everyone expected, but fell into an unusual silence, even if he had just said that he would stew and kill the people of a town, he still restrained the monstrous killing intent in his heart at this time.

The blood slaves didn't know why the butcher didn't pocket this low-hanging town, and they didn't dare to ask, so they had to look at each other and watch the butcher throw Ye Wutian's body on the ground at will.

The butcher sneered self-deprecatingly and said, "If you die, you still have to put me in the army, and I have a miscalculation." ”

"Why did the lord say this?" Finally, the blood slave couldn't help but ask, he was also a legend of Shang Xian Realm with a vicious eye, he didn't see any clues from Ye Wutian's corpse.

The butcher did not explain the reason, but said in a surprising voice: "I'm afraid this city can't be taken, but we have so many people here, we still have to have a lively time." You have torn down the wall, and whoever kills more than 10,000 people, I will give him freedom. ”

Freely.

Dozens of fiery eyes lit up around the butcher.

For most of those present, since being enslaved by the butchers, freedom has become a far more important luxury than cultivation. Although the butcher is cruel and tyrannical, he is not a person who does not believe in his word, but the blood slaves have served the butcher for so many years, how can there be half a stupid person, they know that the higher the bargaining chips offered by the butcher, the greater the price to pay, as a cultivator of Shangxian Realm, it is not difficult to enter the city to kill people, presumably the butcher must have sensed the danger they did not perceive, so he promised to return to freedom. In other words, the price of freedom is likely to be a path of no return.

For a while, no one dared to respond to the butcher's words.

The butcher didn't urge, he bent over and sat on top of Ye Wutian's headless corpse, and then placed the Reverse Punishment Heaven on the ground, waiting quietly.

"I'll go. After a while, a blood slave replied, unlike the other blood slaves in scarlet robes and with iron faces, this person was covered in a black canopy, and his face could not be seen clearly, only a few strands of gray hair peeking out under the hood were extra conspicuous.

"Good. They all think you're smart, but you're the smart. The butcher waved his hand and motioned for his hundreds of thousands of troops to begin to advance, "Turn the world upside down, Fujinomiya, I will wait for your good news at the Overlord Terrace." ”

The black blood slave had a faint breath and mixed in the mighty army.

The horn of the desolate wilderness sounded one after another in the wasteland, the army of the Great Enlightenment Realm gathered into a black wave and rushed forward, the dense footsteps shook the mountains, and the chiseled overseers riding on the battle fiercely waved the long whip in their hands, driving thousands of heads tied to the hammer all the way forward, Ming Zhe and Eternal Night, who had excellent eyesight, also saw a lot of beast bones, ladders and stone cannons mixed in the sea of people, once the time was ripe, these siege weapons would be like poisonous snakes hidden in the mountains and rocks, launching the deadliest surprise attack.

There was no need for Ming Zhe to give more orders, the defenders in the city had already rained down arrows, and the dense arrows were not painful to the thick-skinned ones, and only some cultivators had amazing strength to shoot one or two brute beasts to the ground.

"If you continue to suppress them in the city, I will take two thousand men and horses to the gate to guard them, and if the city is broken, they must not be allowed to rush into the town. "The big war is imminent, and Yongye doesn't care about the level of his official position, so he directly raises the halberd and points the good men and horses, and jumps down the city tower.

Ming Zhe didn't reply distractedly, he held an ironwood longbow in his hand, and shot the arrows wrapped in vitality one by one towards the city. The quiver, which had been full, was now almost empty, and a hill of corpses had been erected before the twilight pass.

But these thirty or fifty dead beasts were only a negligible part of the running beast herd.

There was a series of crackling sounds from under the city, like oil splashes from stir-fried vegetables into the pot, and like the roar of firecrackers during the New Year, which was hundreds of battles formed by hundreds of battles on the solid city wall, and these former city-destroying weapons were now like tofu blocks falling on an iron plate, the skull was broken, the body was soft, and he lost his life in an instant.

Wave after wave of unevenness, the brute beasts in front of them were not dead, and the group in the rear stepped on their bodies to launch a new round of charge, but it still had little effect, plus the rain of arrows and firearms in the city, the army of the Great Enlightenment Realm fell.

Seeing this scene, Ming Zhe felt a little relieved, and he felt depressed in his chest, but when his eyes touched the butcher who was surrounded by a group of blood slaves in the distance, he still felt like a fish in his throat, like a thousand pounds.

No one on the battlefield is stupid, and behind the senseless death is precisely the deadliest blow.

The formation of the Great Enlightenment Realm has changed.

The torrent rushing forward suddenly and orderly divided into two layers, and the cultivators hidden in the army suddenly exerted their strength to increase their speed, and with the blessing of the vitality, they broke away from the large army and rushed to the root of the wall in the blink of an eye. The cultivators of these Cave World Realm and Ming Dao Realm breathed heavily, their eyes were red, and they did not dodge the arrows that pierced their bodies, and they kept spitting out scorching breath from between their mouths and noses.

This scene seems to have been seen somewhere.

Before Ming Zhe could recall the specific details in his mind, a deafening roar accompanied by violent turmoil shook hundreds of Sunset soldiers who had not established themselves down from the city wall.

Boiling blood

Fujinomiya

It was Fujinomiya, who was hiding somewhere, who controlled these cultivators, causing the vitality in their bodies to boil and expand, detonating them as flint explosives, and blasting a gap under the city wall.

"Eternal night!" Mingzhe, covered in lime from the rubble, shouted at the city.

"Formation!" replied to Ming Zhe with a loud shout.

The 2,000-strong garrison marched in unison, raising their shields to form a steel wall at the moment the walls were broken, followed by crossbowmen, archers, and axes. Eternal Night held the steed green dragon and ranked last in the formation.

At the gap in the city wall, many huge figures stood in the haze of smoke and dust, including barbarians, half-demons, and fierce beasts. After the Battle of Cangyang lost their brave and skilled army to Huiyao more than ten years ago, the remnants of the Great Enlightenment Realm cobbled together from all corners were still not to be underestimated.

The wind outside the city wrapped the snowflakes the size of fingernails and whirled into the town, and Yongye suddenly thought of the winter in his hometown many years ago, when the brothers and sisters sat by the fire and listened to the teacher talk about the world outside the courtyard.

In that world, there are generals with gold armor and silver helmets, there are thousands of long snakes who want to cross the thunder and turn into dragons, there are talent who married ghost brides, there are heavy mountains, there are rivers, and there is a poor place called Cangyang, where it is more difficult to go to the academy to study, even if you eat more than ascending to the sky.

At that time, the young Yongye was not afraid of hunger, but he was very afraid of reading, so he thought that when he grew up in the future, he must go to this paradise to have a look and have a look.

Now that the sun is near, the eternal night doesn't want to pass anyway.

Because if he accidentally dies there, many people will be heartbroken, and among these people there is a beautiful girl who cries especially bitterly.

Entering the Tao with war, the more you fight, the more courageous you become, but first, you need to understand why you are fighting.

Yongye felt that a pass on the path of cultivation for a long time had been suddenly opened, and the heart of the Dao was clear.

At present, the rain of arrows could not stop the thick-skinned enemy, and the swarming enemy troops soon collided with the shield wall of the first column, and more than 100 people were knocked to the ground and never got up again.

The eternal night held the halberd in his hand, like a black arrow, piercing straight into the enemy's middle army.

The most tragic hand-to-hand combat finally began.

The shouts of killing in the city shook the sky, but a black robe quietly bypassed the battlefield of swords and swords, passed through the alleys and alleys, and came to the destroyed secret room of the Red Dragon Hub.

In a messy clearing, a man with a disheveled hair and wounds lying on the ground dying, it was Aoi who had been defeated by Qingjiao before and had not yet had time to be arrested.

The black robe bent down and groped around Aoi for a long time, and took a stone from his belt, and once this stone made of an unknown material was polished, the black robe's already imperceptible vitality fluctuations were completely calm.

"Sha Yuanyu has finally arrived. Now this heaven and earth are for me to go, even if you are Ye Qi Immortal, don't try to find out where I am. The black-robed voice was old, revealing an indescribable fierceness.

"Fujimiya-sama, save me......" Aoi, who had fallen into a coma, woke up at this time, recognized the identity of the black robe, and clung to the latter's ankle.

Fujimiya, who was wrapped in black robes, stared at Aoi and said coldly: "The meridians are abolished, there is no possibility of cultivation in this life, I don't know medical skills, I guess I can't save you, but I can give you a good time." ”

Aoi begged for mercy: "My lord, spare my life." ”

"Spare your life?" Fujimiya smiled: "After this battle, you will definitely be escorted back to the Criminal Department for torture, and it is inevitable that you will not reveal your whereabouts after seeing my face, of course, it is the safest to kill you, rest assured, I will avenge you, go with peace of mind." ”

As soon as he spoke, Fujimiya's eyes lit up like a torch, and Aoi on the ground let out a few painful wails, completely silent. The white-haired old man rubbed the shade jade in his hand and walked towards the outside of the city step by step.

The battle under the city is fierce, and Ming Zhe and the remaining soldiers on the castle tower do their best to suppress the enemy troops who are constantly pouring into the city, reducing the burden for the eternal night.

Suddenly, a hand pressed on Ming Zhe's bowstring from behind, Ming Zhe was shocked, and said in his heart that there must be a legendary cultivator who sneaked up to the city tower quietly, and he was about to turn around and open the distance between him with a palm, but when he turned around, he saw that there was a young man in an ink-colored python robe standing behind him, Ming Zhe was stunned, and his expression was complicated.

The man in the python robe did not speak, and picked up an ordinary iron sword from the ground at random, and the five-foot iron sword was held in the man's hand, making a pleasant trembling sound, as if he had been reborn and became a peerless divine soldier, and the glow bloomed, like a swimming dragon.

The next moment, the python-robed man had already passed through the battle array and came to the front of the butcher and the blood slaves.

Facing the python-robed man who suddenly arrived, the butcher seemed to have expected it, and he picked up the headless corpse of Ye Wutian under him and threw it at the man. The old man's tall body was slowed down by the invisible force only a few feet away from the man, and fell softly to the ground, the man put Ye Wutian's severed head and the corpse together, and then bent down and silently helped the old man clean up the dust and blood stains on his body.

"Who are you, report your name!"

When the blood slaves saw that this man was so arrogant and regarded everyone as nothing, they all felt that they could not hold face on their faces. Even if you are the Eight Dragon Generals of the Sunset Empire, so many Shangxian Realm cultivators joining forces can make you unable to eat and walk around, not to mention where there is such a young man among the Eight Dragon Generals.

The man ignored anyone in the room, he wiped the old man's face with his sleeve over and over again, and the blood slaves saw that the butcher did not say a word, and thought that he was testing everyone, and that no one had dared to enter the city before had made them lose a lot of face, and this was a great opportunity to regain their status.

Suddenly, the sky changed, the wind was blowing, and the ovens of the ten heavens and the earth were roaring, and the visions were varied.

The python-robed man frowned slightly and said, "Be quiet." ”

So the oven of heaven and earth came to an abrupt end, and more than a dozen notorious Shangxian Realm blood slaves died before they could understand what had happened.

The man in the python robe sorted out his clothes, got up and folded his hands, and saluted Ye Wutian, who was lying on the ground as if he was asleep, and said, "Uncle Wutian, the descendant Ye Qixian has come to take you home." ”