In the cultivation world, the Dao Sect is divided into two factions, and the faction led by Qingchen has united with the Sword Sect, the White Lotus Sect, the Confucianism, and even the Houjian Demon Sect to contain the faction led by the real person of the Zhangjiao Sect.

The world, the whole world is in the northwest.

The Northwest regime established by Xiao Yu is already in turmoil, and Xiao Yu himself is also in danger.

At this time, Qiu Ye, another patriarch who founded the Northwest with Xiao Yu, finally left the Taoist Sect and went down the mountain to Zhongdu.

Qiu Ye didn't know much about the specifics of the war in the northwest, but he knew very well that Xiao Yu couldn't die. If Xiao Yu dies, the northwest will really have only one way to perish in the midst of the world's turbulent crusade. Taking a step back, even if the Northwest does not perish, it will end up in a corner of the country at best. And Murong is still in the northwest, if the matter really reaches the point of no return, he will at least take Murong away, and at the same time protect Lin Yinping, so as to be a friend.

Of course, the biggest possibility is that no one will be able to leave and die in the northwest together.

Even if Xiao Yu is in charge, he will be anxious at this time, let alone Lin Yinping? Lin Yinping has not slept for a day and a night.

Because the herdsman raised a large army, as Xu Lin expected, turned around and marched westward, advancing into Xiheyuan.

Wei Ban, who was good at strange and not good at righteousness, could only barely resist on the frontal battlefield of Xiheyuan, and retreated again and again.

Maybe it won't be long before the troops will come to the middle capital.

The door of Yang Shen Zhai was pushed open, and Murong walked in.

Lin Yinping raised his head and looked at her with red eyes, his face haggard.

The woman with a beautiful appearance frowned, seemed to be a little distressed, approached Lin Yinping, gently hugged her, and said softly: "Your body is not good, and you are still pregnant, don't work so hard." ”

Lin Yinping also reached out to hug the woman's slender waist, buried his face between the pair of towers that countless men yearn for, and said in a sullen voice: "Xuan, men are unreliable, I'm afraid I'm going to be a widow like you, of course, you are a widow." ”

Murong slapped Lin Yinping's head fiercely, and laughed angrily: "What do you call me a widow? What do you mean that you want to be a widow? Xiao Yu is not dead yet!"

Lin Yinping raised his head from between the towering pairs, his smile was very reluctant, and he said with a crying voice: "But I really can't hold it anymore." ”

Murong stroked the green silk behind Lin Yinping's head, slowed down his voice and said, "It's okay, Xiao Yu won't blame you." ”

Lin Yinping pressed his chest and said, "But I'll blame myself." ”

Murong sighed lightly: "What's the trouble?"

Lin Yinping closed his eyes and said, "I'm willing." ”

Murong bent down slightly, held Lin Yinping's face, and said softly: "You sleep first, and I'll wake you up if there's something." ”

Murong's voice seemed to have some kind of mysterious aura in it, Lin Yinping only felt that everything in front of him suddenly blurred, and Lin Yinping, whose eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties, responded in a low voice.

Murong picked up Lin Yinping by the waist and walked into the inner room, before Murong could put her down, the woman was already holding Murong's neck and falling asleep in Murong's arms.

The hard work of the past few days has really made her tired.

Murong hugged Lin Yinping and reclined on the soft couch, staring down at the face that was close at hand, compared to before, this face was too pale and haggard, if the four beauties were re-evaluated, they might not be able to compare with the other three,

Lin Yinping really fell asleep, but he frowned slightly in his sleep.

Murong stretched out his fingers and gently wiped her eyebrows, smoothing her frowning brows, inexplicably, with some nonchalant throbbing.

Xiao Yu and Qiu Ye are good friends, and as the wives of the two men, the two women know each other like this. and because of a woman named Qin Mumian, she became acquainted with two women who hated the enemy.

Compared to the woman in front of him, Murong felt that he was much luckier, at least the Murong family was still prosperous, at least Qiu Ye didn't know anyone yet, at least he didn't have to support the burden of the northwest, at least ...... I can continue to live in peace.

Lin Yinping whispered something in his dreams, vaguely, and muttered that he couldn't really hear it.

Murong put his ear to her mouth, like a sympathetic ear grinding.

She heard her say, "Xiao Yu, you are a dead man, this time we are really going to live and die together." ”

Murong's expression was complicated, and he was silent for a long time.

It is not far from the palace of the Metropolitan Governor's Palace.

Xu Lin looked at the battle report on the case in front of him, his face sank like water, and people couldn't see what he was thinking.

The two governors of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion stood in the hall.

In the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, in addition to the Metropolitan Governor, the Left and Right Governors and the Governors of various places, there are also a number of Governors and Governors, respectively, from the second grade and the third grade, although the grade is high, but the real power is not large, if the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion is heavy, there can be some action, in the situation of Xiao Yu's full suppression of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, they will inevitably become decorations.

Seeing that Xu Lin was silent for a long time, the Governor Tongzhi glanced at the Governor beside him, stepped forward, and asked in a low voice: "The Governor ......."

Xu Lin raised his hand, stopped his words, and said, "This governor knows, you go down first." ”

"No. The two hesitated, not daring to disobey Xu Lin's intentions, and slowly retreated.

After the two left, Xu Lin picked up the battle report, only to see that there were few numbers written on the war report, and the shepherd's tent had arrived at Danxia Village.

Danxia Village, is an important grain village on the Xihe Plain, located in a pivotal position, if this village is lost, the walled fort system of Xihe Prefecture will fail to work in half. If the herdsmen capture Danxia Village, rely on it, step by step, and pull out the fortress, there will be no place to defend in front of the central capital.

What is rarely known is that Xiao Yu and Lin Yinping met here back then.

The Chinese army tent of Wei Ban is now stationed in Danxia Village, and there is no way to retreat.

Xu Lin still has 15,000 foot soldiers and 5,000 cavalry in his hands, even if he adds the tiger camp and eagle guard, it is only 30,000 troops when he is full, and there are 20,000 Xiliang troops in Wei Ban's hands, and the Zhongdu at this time is only 50,000 horses, and the northeast army raised by the herdsmen is full of 80,000 people, all of which are elite.

Xu Lin single-handedly built today's Northwest Army, and the herdsmen built the Northeast Army with one hand, if the elite of the Northwest Army is all there, Xu Lin has the confidence to fight head-on with the herdsmen, and win the battle, but the current situation makes Xu Lin not see too many chances of winning.

Will you give up this walled fort system to the herdsmen and concentrate all your military strength to defend Zhongdu? Or will you fight to the death in advance in Danxia Village?

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Above East Kunlun.

The phantom of the ten people in the world slowly dissipated.

As soon as the real person in charge shook his hand, an invisible and qualitative wind blew, and Fu Chen unfolded the Heavenly Machine List in front of him, but he was still blown and stumbled, so he was not embarrassed.

After Fu Chen stabilized his figure, he smiled bitterly: "Sure enough, only the Shangguan Sect Master in the world can fight with the senior brother in charge. ”

Shangguan Xianchen didn't say anything, he simply stepped forward and came out with his sword.

Sword XXIII.

A sword intent traversed between heaven and earth.

The wind stops, the clouds stop.

Everything around us seemed to stand still at this moment.

This sword seems to be the only sword in the world,

A sword that is close to that of a saint.

The real person in charge of the sect shook his sleeves, and everything around him seemed to have become a painting, a long scroll of heaven and earth.

The realm of Xiaoyao is a painting, and the half-step Xiaoyao only sees the tip of the iceberg of this painting, but the real person in charge of the teaching has already included this painting in his eyes from beginning to end.

This scroll of heaven and earth is the realm of freedom of the real person in charge.

Shangguan Xianchen's sword twenty-three was like an ink pen slowly entering the scroll, leaving a deep trace on the picture.

The initial traces of the pen are the deepest, and the color gradually fades with the line of the pen, and finally the ink on the tip of the pen is exhausted, and there is no trace.

The sword twenty-three that had killed the Lord of the Wheel Temple slowly dissipated and became invisible.

The picture scroll is still the same.

The purple sleeves of the real person in charge of the sect swept away, and the picture scroll shook suddenly, including all three of them.

There is chaos in the middle of the picture.

Compared to Zhang Zai and Fu Chen's surprised expressions, Shangguan Xianchen was expressionless, because it was not the first time he had come here, during the battle of the Eastern Capital of Japan, he was suppressed here by the real people of the sect for half a year.

The next moment, a purple aura suddenly rose in the chaos, and then the chaos slowly dispersed.

In the picture scroll, the sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers, plants and trees, flowers, birds, fish and insects appear in turn.

The sun and the moon rise in the east and set in the west, the stars disappear and flash, the mountains and rivers have vicissitudes of life, and the plants and trees have life and death.

A pagoda slowly emerged above the nine heavens, with thousands of tassels falling.

Fu Chen's face changed suddenly, "It is a small world of its own, what Zichen wants is not the way of immortals, but the avenue of immortals!"