After more than ten days of trekking through mountains and rivers, Ren Tianxiang could finally see the bright light in the sky—that was the direction of Longdu, and they had finally walked to the place where they could faintly see Longdu.

In the past ten days, they have crossed the hinterland of the Dragon God Empire, and there is almost no time to rest except for meals and camping at night along the way, in order to rush to the Dragon Capital as quickly as possible and contact the Dragon King before those rebel armies.

From where they were standing, Ryudu seemed to be enveloped in pillars of light, and the edge of the city erupted from the ground in a pillar of light. From a distance, it seems that only one pillar of light can cover the entire Dragon Capital, but after getting closer, Ren Tianxiang found that there are as many as twenty or thirty of these pillars of light.

After seeing these pillars of light, Ren Tianxiang felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this kind of pillar of light somewhere, but because of the distance, he had no way to identify this pillar of light more carefully. But if he guessed correctly, these pillars of light were the artifact cupola beams that represented the authority of the dragon king—but there were only ten dragon kings in total, how could there be twenty or thirty cupola beams!

At this time, Ren Tianxiang and Mo Hua had already followed Bei Mucang and Luo Cang to the front of the team and walked beside Liansheng.

Liansheng seemed to expect Bei Mu Cang and Luo Cang to come over, and after Bei Mu Cang walked to his side, he smiled slightly and asked, "Do you feel that power?"

"The power of the pillar of light?" Bei Mu Cang asked knowingly, looking at Lian Sheng's gaze with a little more depth.

"Yes, that kind of power...... It's terrifying, and when such a power is gathered, it is much stronger than what Lao Wei has seen in his master. Lian Sheng looked at the pillar of light rising in the dragon capital and said slowly, "Is this the power of the dragon king? It seems that the path taken by the old man is indeed correct......"

Liansheng's tone was very calm, and there was always a feeling of soothing, but Beimu Cang fell into deep thought after hearing Liansheng's words.

Lotus Sheng's master, that is, the previous sect master of the Great Virtue Sect, Kama Zhiyuan Buddha, was a real soul-level monk. But now, Liansheng said that the combined power of those pillars of light was even stronger than Zhiyuan...... What a terrifying power does that have to be?

"I've never seen that kind of power. Bei Mu Cang slowly spoke, affirming Liansheng's statement, and it seemed that he had the intention of discussing with Liansheng, "Even if you were in the Dragon Capital, you have never seen it, this should be the power of the Dragon King." ”

"Looks like our creator god has given us another surprise. The corners of Liansheng's mouth rose slightly, as if he was in a good mood.

"I don't know. Bei Mu Cang lifted his foot in disgust, the sticky dark red substance adhered to the soles of his shoes, and even pulled up the silk when he lifted his feet, "Anyway, the next road will not be so easy." ”

They were now able to see the dragon capital, which meant that the distance between them and the dragon capital was already very close.

Now nine months have passed since the Great Collapse Day, and countless rebel armies from all over the continent have launched attacks on the hinterland of the empire occupied by the Dragon King, but without exception, these people have all died around the Dragon Capital, and none of them have even been able to get close to the Dragon Capital alive.

During such a period of time, the dragon kings who descended from the sky never even left the dragon capital, but only spread out the pillar of light and trapped the powerful monks in the dragon capital.

And in this case, these Qinwang troops who died outside Longdu City naturally no one would collect their corpses for them, their corpses were piled up here, gradually decaying, and finally became the flesh and blood of the land they are now.

Some died early, and the flesh had already melted into the land, while others died later, and the faces on the corpses could still be seen clearly. On the way forward, there are still some battle flags that are still erected, and they are hunting in the wind. The blood stains on the battle flag seemed to have a sense of tragedy.

Others had fallen down, or were draped over corpses, or had fallen into puddles of water stained dark red. But without exception, these battle flags were already full of holes, and even Ren Tianxiang saw half of the battle flags that were burning.

And the closer Ren Tianxiang and them got to Longdu, the fewer the number of corpses on the ground became. This represents a very real problem - the weak people can't even get close to the dragon capital and are left here forever, only a few strong monks can get close to the dragon capital with the power of the pillar of light, but even none of these monks can enter the dragon capital and contact the dragon kings.

This is war, where countless lives are lost and families are torn apart. The families of these people who have fallen here may still be waiting for them to return, or their families may have died in the war. Perhaps for some, this war is a waiting for their homeland, or for others, it is a relief.

The group walked silently on this land of flesh and blood, and suddenly Liansheng laughed self-deprecatingly, and said leisurely: "There is an ancient saying, 'the prince who is the prince and the loser is the loser', since ancient times, only those who survive are qualified to write history. It's hard to say what these dead people will look like in the future. ”

Bei Mu Cang glanced at Liansheng, who was suddenly a little chattering, and asked unceremoniously: "Liansheng, in this way, do you want to create a beautiful past for the Great Dezong?"

"Everyone is qualified to fight for their own future, and there is no clear prohibition in the ancestral teachings. Lian Sheng's eyebrows were lowered, and his voice was flat, completely indifferent to Bei Mucang's questioning tone.

Hearing Liansheng's words, Beimu Cang snorted lightly and no longer answered the former.

Ren Tianxiang looked at the two of them like this, and he didn't know what to do. There is some kind of contradiction between Liansheng and Bei Mu Cang, and even this contradiction has existed a long time ago, but so far Bei Mu Cang has not told Ren Tianxiang why he has some degree of prejudice against Lian Sheng. And Ren Tianxiang was inserted in the middle, which was also embarrassing him.

At this time, they were already able to see the tall walls of Longdu, although the distance was not close, but they could roughly see the situation of Longdu. And by this point, there were fewer and fewer corpses on the ground, and now they could even stand on the same land, even though it was red with blood.

Only then did they see a corpse standing dead in front of them.

The corpse leaned against the flagpole of a battle flag firmly planted on the ground, its eyes widened, staring at the direction of Longdu, as if it would rather die than give up the idea of going to Longdu Qinwang.

The armor on his body had been shattered, revealing the blurred flesh inside, and even the flesh had been snatched away by the crows circling around him in many places, revealing white bones stained bright red with blood. He didn't know where his helmet had gone, and his long hair was unkempt behind him, sticking together from the blood.

The battle flag leaning against the corpse was also soaked in blood, and only the word "Ren" written on the battle flag could only be vaguely seen.

Seeing this battle flag, Beimu Cang took a deep breath, and then took a few steps forward and picked up the half-burned book that had fallen at the feet of this corpse. He patted the ashes off the book and looked closely at the handwriting that was still legible.

Liansheng also followed at this time, stood beside Beimu Cang, and asked, "Beimu, how is it?"

Both Bei Mu Cang and Lian Sheng seem to have guessed the identity of this corpse, but no conclusive evidence has been found, and none of them want to believe their guesses. And this book, which was burned for most of the battlefield, naturally cannot be anything mortal, so it has only one possibility.

Bei Mu Cang sighed, stood up, lowered his head and said regretfully, "It is indeed the Great Dao Treasure." ”

After speaking, Beimu Cang respectfully put the half-burned Great Dao Treasure Basket into the corpse's arms, and then gently closed the corpse's eyes with his hand.

"Senior, the empire has no power to return to heaven, please rest in peace. ”

"So......" Liansheng looked at the corpses in Xuanjia scattered around him, and said in a regretful tone, "Have even Ren's army been wiped out?

For the annihilation of the Ren family's army, Bei Mucang and Liansheng seemed to be very regretful, this was the only time in the past few days that the two of them had the same emotions, and there was no conflict.

After Ren Tianxiang heard the conversation between the two, he didn't listen to what Liansheng and Bei Mucang said later, and ran directly to the front of the corpse alone, looking the corpse up and down.

From the conversation between Bei Mucang and Liansheng, he already knew that this corpse was Ren Qingjia, the owner of the Great Dao Treasure Urn and the ancestor of the Dragon God Ren family, that is, one of Ren Tianxiang's ancestors.

Ren Qingjia doesn't look like a military attaché, if the stains on his face are removed, he looks very delicate. On his body, Ren Tianxiang couldn't find any of the characteristics of the Ren family, but just looking at him made Ren Tianxiang feel a sense of intimacy, even though Ren Tianxiang was now facing a corpse.

"Has even a strong man like his predecessor fallen?" Bei Mu Cang looked sideways in the direction of Longdu, and there seemed to be a thousand emotions in his heart.

When he had not left Longdu, he was entrusted by his father to visit Ren Qingjia in the Great Wind Basin of the Southern Continent, and he had some friendship with Ren Qingjia, and this senior left a very deep impression on him.

As one of the eight marshals under the Dragon King, Ren Qingjia's strength is unfathomable, and he is only half a step away from achieving the soul level, and he is almost the strongest among the eight marshals. And the Ren family army under him is the most powerful force in the private army of the entire Dragon God Empire, but now they are all dead outside the Dragon Capital, and they die here without even getting close to the Dragon Capital.

Seeing a powerful phantom-level monk fall here, everyone's mood was extremely heavy, but Ren Qingjia was not the whole of this war, there were countless phantom-level monks who would fall, and this was the war.

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