Meng Ziwen kowtowed to Ling Jin, and said softly: "The Emperor of War has traveled the world, and he will only issue an edict until Jiangyuan, and the edict is not to sweep away the rebellious ministers, but to give you and me to death." Please ask the young master to re-invite, re-invite and die, not twilight. ”

Ling Jin didn't read the edict, but as soon as he heard Mencius's words, he understood that today's Chutian Zhuowen army was threatening himself with the lives of hundreds of thousands of Meng's soldiers - what if he didn't die?

Ling Jin is kind, he can't give up hundreds of thousands of lives - ants still steal life, let alone people.

In addition, what Chutian Zhuo Wenjun is holding in his hands are hundreds of thousands of Meng Jiajun's family members, that is millions of lives!

If they do not, millions of old and weak women and children will disappear.

The life of the Meng family army was guaranteed for a while, but it was impossible for hundreds of thousands of people to survive comfortably in this desert.

Ling Jin let out a long breath and said lightly: "If Zhuo Wenjun Chu Tian dares to arrange it like this, he will definitely cut off all the supplies in the army. ”

"Young master, we can rush out and let all the Meng family soldiers go incognito and find another place to survive. ”

"There are no women in the army in other places, how can they reproduce and escape, it's just another hell on earth, robbing people's women, bullying men and women. Ling Jin didn't open his eyes, and his breath was indifferent.

"Young master, so what? In that case, you are still the eldest prince of the spirit world, and the whole world is in your pocket. ”

"No, the Father gave the Son death, and Shang An replied. If Ling Jin dies, please Brother Meng must be alive in order to save more people. Ling Jin's long black hair was windless, as if he wanted to wrap around Ling Jin's face and prevent him from continuing to say the words of his death.

There were tears in Mencius's eyes, he looked at Ling Jin, who was standing in his thirties, who could have sat on the throne of the King of God in the bright light, but suddenly there were branches, and he came out like this.

Tears can't help but fall.

A strong-blooded, battle-hardened general actually shed tears, what a surprise thing to attack him.

If Ling Jin didn't rebel, he would only have one death.

If it is the opposite, the worst outcome is death - but this death can be magnificent, and there is a possibility of survival.

Meng Ziwen didn't dare to continue to speak, so he had to wait for Ling Jin's decision.

......

The two had nothing to say, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from Ling Jin's face. The moon was about to set in the horizon, but the sky was not as bright as it was on a normal day.

Hey!

"Mencius, go down. I want to see the edict. Ling Jin stood up abruptly and placed the Tai'a sword on the desk.

Mencius got up and bowed back.

Ling Jin wiped the scarlet blood mist in front of him with his slender fingers, picked up the edict on the desk and walked under the candlelight, only to see rows of small seals written: Prince Ling Jin is not filial to his son, he is a soldier in the field, and he has a lot of soldiers, and he has no size to work, and he even wrote a book to slander and slander, which is contrary to the government. The widow remembered the love of father and son, and gave the prince Ling Jintai a sword to cut himself.

Ling Jin had goosebumps all over his body, and even his heart was cold. Suddenly, he felt that his thirty years of hard work had been so light—or far-fetched—that he had caused himself to be killed.

He put down the edict, walked solemnly outside the handsome tent, looked at the dense figure, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and he sneered in his heart.

And at this time, the moonlight on the horizon turned a hazy red. This blood moon seems to be soaked in countless blood—is that the blood of Caixuan?

He took a deep breath, turned back into the tent, strode close to the desk, stared at the sword that suddenly shimmered with a faint golden light in the darkness, and picked it up with a trembling right hand, and ripped off the coarse cloth on it.

Suddenly, the tent was full of golden light.

He gritted his teeth, knelt in front of the desk, held the Tai'a sword above his head with both hands, and said lightly: "The father gave the son death, and the son obeyed it!"

Suddenly, I saw him respectfully pull out the scabbard, put it on his white and slender neck, close his eyes, hold his breath, and wipe it vigorously.

Suddenly, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the red blood that came out of his neck climbed up the cold blade.

Boom!

Blood-colored lightning flashed on the sword, and after the red lightning quickly enveloped Ling Jin and Tai'a swords, it emitted a strong and dazzling halo, illuminating the entire military camp in a red glow.

"What's going on?"

"Come in and have a look!"

"Xiaguang, there was such a glow when the phoenix danced for nine days!"

"Quick, go in and see what's going on?"

"Don't, don't go in, back then, the king of Chu wiped out all the enemy troops with his mental strength. Is it possible that the young master will destroy our hundreds of thousands of troops today?"

"No, the young master is not that kind of person!"

......

Mencius and the two eunuchs pushed everyone away and rushed into the tent, only to see that in the red glow, Tai'a Jian frantically sucked the little blood left in Ling Jin's body until Ling Jin floated into the air, like a floating corpse.

"Bang!"

With another loud bang, a strong white light erupted from the sword's body, pouring into Ling Jin's body.

Suddenly, Ling Jin's originally pale face was flushed, his eyelids moved, and the sword marks on his neck disappeared without a trace. It's just that his body slowly crystallizes and carries you around, as if it were made of ice crystals.

He lay quietly in the air and fell asleep, forgetting all the hatred and pain, and even more forgetting the heavy responsibility of his family and country.

Meng Ziwen and the others wanted to get close to Ling Jin, but they couldn't do anything, as if there was some kind of transparent isolation prohibition in the entire space, isolating everyone.

"Shhh

The sword slashed at the void, and the tent burst suddenly, and the leather tents around it slid to the ground.

The crowd appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

At the same time, a spatial vortex appeared in the sky, and in full view of everyone, Tai'a Sword flew back to its scabbard on its own, and provoked Ling Jin's soft body to rush into the spatial vortex in the air.

"Smack!"

The swirls of space glowing red and white are flowing rapidly. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone didn't come back to their senses, Tai Ah Jian slashed at the inner wall of time and space, and rushed out with Ling Jin.

Everyone was dumbfounded, because at this time, in addition to the tent that broke and landed, where was there that dazzling space prohibition, and there was no Ling Jin's figure.

"What's going on? He's gone. ”

"How do you go back to your life?"

"Take Mencius back to be tried, there are demons here, leave quickly. "The eunuch saw Ling Jin disappear with his own eyes, where would he dare to stay here for a quarter of an hour longer.

Meng Ziwen smiled slightly and said, "All the soldiers of the Meng family army are ready to return to their hometown with the souls of their deceased relatives. ”

Before the blood moon ended, Caixuan's beautiful face surged into the moon—her big charming eyes smiling with satisfaction, as if she had seen everything that had just happened.

This Holy Spirit sacrifice was a success

She didn't know.

It's just that on the white jade altar in Lingyun City, the blood on her wrist is no longer flowing.

The entire altar of the white jade lotus flower is flowing with a trace of blood, shining with red light, vivid.

......

The things in the world are deep and shallow, there may be rebirth, and there are also doppelgangers, around the eternal theme that does not change, is love, not hatred. But the weak should be protected, and justice will be shown.