Chongwu Hou slowly raised his head and looked at Han Muye.

On his body, there was a strong evil aura, as if he was about to turn into a long dragon, running through the long river of heaven and earth.

In the rear, the endless blood in the camp, and the blood and qi on the bodies of those soldiers who knelt on one knee seemed to be tilted by the sky.

Before such a general trend, the divine soul of an ordinary Heaven Realm cultivator would collapse in an instant.

The Tianxuan army conquered the Quartet, that is, the army was bloody and strong, which was terrifying.

The army of 100,000 was assembled, and the blood of the army array could break through the talisman of the Heavenly Realm Overhaul and directly suppress the Great Cultivator.

At this time, although there was no 100,000 army in formation, the slaughtering spirit of the large camp was not weaker than that of the military formation.

Han Muye, who was standing in front, bore the brunt.

"Hum—"

One after another, the golden Haoran Qi turned into pillars of light, blocking in front of Han Muye.

In his divine hide, the sword of the divine soul is condensed, as if it is a needle of the sea god, and the divine treasure is stable.

The sword light in the sea of qi and the dantian was only gently rippling, and it was not affected in the slightest.

Sword cultivation, in front of thousands of strong enemies, towering and immovable.

The face of the army did not change before.

Wu Hou's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "There is no objection to this matter. ”

No objections?

That is, also not in favor?

Han Muye looked at Chongwu Hou.

This is the first person in the army in the Tianxuan world and the strongest in martial arts, does he want to be separated from Wenxiang?

As if he understood what Han Muye was thinking, Wuhou spoke again: "Benhou has been in charge of the Red Flame Army for more than 10,000 years, and has fought countless battles outside the territory. ”

"These loyal souls, I want to give them a home."

"You should know that once there is an obsession in my heart, it will not be liberated, and it will become cause and effect."

Obsession, cause and effect.

Han Muye nodded solemnly.

No wonder such a thing that shakes the foundation of Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism, Wen Xiang did not object.

Countless generals followed Wuhou to fight, and the fate of their remnants became Wuhou's obsession.

If this matter cannot be properly resolved, I am afraid that Wuhou will hinder his cultivation path in the future.

Is it to take care of one's own path, or to remove obstacles to Wuhou's cultivation?

Wen Xiang could only be silent.

Han Muye was also slightly silent at this time.

Whether it is at the mouth of the Guan River or on the shore of Xianyue Lake, he can be a god in one word, that is, the gods he has sealed are not powerful, and the number is not much.

With the help of the power of heaven and earth, fusing one's own way, and spending some Haoran Qi, you can succeed in sealing the gods.

But at a time, Wuhou wanted to seal hundreds of thousands, or even millions of remnant souls, which consumed divine souls, and I dare not imagine.

Moreover, such a big move will definitely leverage the power of the Great Dao of the Tianxuan World, and I don't know how it will change when the time comes.

According to Han Muye's deduction, the greatest possibility is that the power of the Heavenly Dao in the Tianxuan World will lead him to the path of competing with Wen Mosheng as he did back then.

Thinking of this, his heart sank.

Is this the cause of the Great Dao, or is it fateful karma?

According to Yuan Tian Jianzun's story back then, there will be a natural force of the Great Dao between the strong to pull and collide.

Could it be that he has stayed in the Tianxuan Imperial City for a long time, which naturally leads to the cause and effect of today's gods?

Han Muye's eyes flashed with a glimmer of agility.

There are some things that you can't hide from if you want to.

What's more, he is a sword cultivator, and when he meets the enemy, he will come out with a sword.

Stepping forward, he reached out and grabbed the half-cut spear that one of the soldiers was holding.

The sword qi was infused, and a faint golden light flashed.

In Han Muye's mind, pictures emerged.

Born in an ordinary family in the lower city of the imperial city, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy enlisted in the army.

The battalion was trained, stationed for three years, and when it was needed outside the world, he did not hesitate to embark on the flying boat to transport the army.

Decade.

Twenty years.

One hundred years.

Endless fighting, emptiness in the void.

I don't know how much the robe around me has changed.

The accumulated combat merits were exchanged for resources and sent to the home of Tianxuan Imperial City.

The younger brother studied and audited at the Imperial City Academy.

My sister is married, and my brother-in-law is a petty businessman.

The girl who said she was waiting for her across the street also became a grandmother.

In the army of the Void Campaign, looking back at the sky, it is as bright as the brightest star in the heart.

A hundred years have not returned, and the stars are still shining brilliantly.

Strange beasts attacked, and three thousand Red Flame soldiers fell.

The owner of the spear persevered to the end, and in the end, the blood was exhausted.

"The commander of the twelfth garrison of the Red Flame Army's Beacon Fire Battle Camp, Cao Dahe, was born in the 3156th year of Tianxuan Dazhao, and died in the 58th year of Tianxuan Muling, at the age of 174."

"Cao Dahe, accumulated 359 combat exploits, and was seriously injured 162 times."

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, and the gray-haired old man who held a thin letter paper in his hand and always had to look at it a few times before going to battle.

"Brother Dahe, when will you come back to marry me?"

On the letterhead, there was such a sentence.

Putting down the spear, Han Muye reached out and grabbed the half of the iron armor that the other soldier was holding.

Icy in hand, the marks on the broken armor are bloody.

The aura and the aura are infused, and the picture is reproduced.

The children of the Shangcheng family in the imperial city, 20 years of practice, building a threefold foundation, and going out with the elders to conquer outside the boundary.

After five hundred years of fighting, it has become a half-step heavenly realm, guarding one side.

In the battle with the army of the Unresentful Realm, the heavens and the earth collapsed, and in the end, only half of the armor was recovered.

"Lu Yutao, General of Luyuan Wei Zhenyuan of the Red Flame Army, was born in the eighty-ninth year of Tianxuan Zhaowu and died in the forty-eighth year of Tianxuan Minghui, accumulating 3,500 military exploits and the rank of third-class general."

"Zhenyuan General Lu Yutao has guarded Luyangzhou in the Fen Zero World for 300 years, and has experienced 8,000 large and small wars."

In the picture, the middle-aged general in blood-colored armor and holding a long sword faced the catastrophe of the overturning of heaven and earth, and rose to the sky without hesitation.

There are no grandiose words, it is the responsibility to defend the land, and it is just a matter of drawing a sword to fight the sky.

Putting down his armor, Han Muye's gaze fell on a folding fan with only a few bone handles left.

On the remaining fan surface, several mutilated handwriting can be seen.

Agile and rich.

Reach out and gently hold the folding fan.

Haoran wrapped the folding fan, and the picture emerged.

"As a student of the Imperial City Academy, you must not only be a well-educated person, but also be a person who is useful to the heavens and the living beings in the world."

"This time, the Red Flame Army needs three hundred students to join the army to serve as staff officers, and all students from our Imperial City Academy can voluntarily sign up."

The middle-aged scribe who shouted on the high platform was the deputy head of the Imperial City Academy, who was no longer in charge of the affairs of the Imperial City Academy.

Yan Zhenqing, who was wearing a green robe, looked impassioned, and in the audience, one after another students of the Imperial City Academy stepped forward and wrote their names and surnames on the white cloth.

"Yan Mingze."

The pen is elegant and chic.

Looking up, Yan Zhenqing's eyes were full of relief.

Scholars join the army, from logistics registration to carrying supplies.

From planning battles to taking charge of an army.

From a high-spirited scholar to a man in iron armor, the hilt of the sword in his hand is calloused.

"The Red Flame Army Tianfeng Wei Su Wei General Yan Mingze, the great Confucian Yan Zhen Qing young son, Zhaowu was recruited into the army in the nineteenth year, three thousand years of merit as a Su Wei general, guarding the three worlds."

"In the hundred and eighty-fourth year of Mingning, the fairy world invaded, and the eighteen Suwei worlds fell, and the Suwei general Yan Mingze fought alone, followed his words, and killed five Heavenly Realm out-of-body primordial gods, and finally fell."

In the picture, the old man in the brocade robe slowly unfolded the folding fan in his hand.

This action is just like his happy appearance when Yan Zhenqing gave him the folding fan.

This action, as for more than three years, before every big war, he unfolded the folding fan.

"I like the scoundrel the most, and the brook is lying on the lotus bed."

"The sharp corners of my lotus pond are sharp, and I don't see dragonflies falling on my head."

Putting away the folding fan and holding the long sword, the old man in the brocade robe stepped out in one step, carrying the wind and soaring to the sky.

"Tianxuanyan Mingze is here, where did Xiaoxiao come to die?"

……

Putting down the folding fan, Han Muye's gaze fell on the front.

In the hands of each soldier, he held a relic.

Every relic here is a story.

No, how can this be a story?

This is a heroic soul of predecessors, a living life.

They don't care about life and death for this heaven and for their beliefs.

It's not just them.

Behind them, there were people waiting for them to return.

"Wuhou, is it worth it?"

Han Muye stood in front of the military formation, did not look back, and asked softly.

Is it worth it?

Countless years of countless lives lost outside the boundary, is it worth it?

Hearing Han Muye's words, Wuhou Chen Qingzhi slowly turned around.

In front of Han Muye, those soldiers straightened up.

"Outside the Tianxuan world, there were more than 38,000 miles in the star world."

"In these star worlds, there are a total of eight hundred and fifty-three stars with living beings, and there are trillions of living beings on them."

"Do you know how many of the eight hundred and fifty-three stars have survived in the past 100,000 years?"

"Twenty-one."

Wu Hou's voice was low, revealing murder and firmness.

"Void Beast, Immortal World, No Grievance Realm, which world doesn't conquer the Star World all the time?"

"If my Tianxuan World hadn't guarded the Quartet for so many years, laid down the Void Star Front, and placed the battlefield outside the sky, the flames of war would have burned to the Tianxuan World itself."

"Ben Hou Xiuwei has already broken through the limit of this realm, and Senior Brother Wen has already reversed his deeds 20,000 years ago, and he has reached the realm of no progress."

"If we don't leave the Tianxuan World, we just can't bear the fall of countless creatures in this world, and the collapse of a brilliant world."

"For the past 20,000 years, Ben Hou's true body has been suppressed and unable to break through, and Senior Brother Wen has even divided his own avenue countless times, merging with the Tianxuan world."

"You say, is it worth it?"

Wu Hou looked ahead, looked at the soldiers, and then raised his gaze again, looking at the continuous pavilions and houses in the distance.

"You have also stood in the void to see this Tianxuan world, you have also witnessed the destruction of a world, and you have also seen this imperial city shine like a fairy city."

"Are you willing?"

Worth.

Willing.

The imperial city is as bright as heaven and earth, the sky is verdant, not a fairyland, but it is the destination of red dust.

Han Muye admits that this world is so beautiful that people are nostalgic.

In those pictures I saw just now, almost every fallen Red Flame Army general would look back at it in their spare time.

Look at the brightest of the stars.

In order to protect this star, to protect the living beings on this star, death is worth it.

There are no regrets in this life, and they will remain the same in the next life.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye raised his head, his eyes revealing a golden aura.

His mind raced, and all the images converged.

On the top of his head, there is a golden aura intertwined with people's hope, transforming into various images.

Wu Hou and all the soldiers looked at Han Muye, their eyes were staring at each other, and they didn't make a sound.

"Boom-"

A cloud thunder exploded above Han Muye's head, shattering the aura on his body.

The clouds and thunder fell, Han Muye's eyes were bright, and he spoke loudly: "Based on the relics of three million remnant souls, casting a god-sealing platform in the void to bring back the remnant souls who have sacrificed for Tianxuan for countless thousands of years, is it feasible?" ”

Fengshentai!

In the void, forge the platform of the gods.

Wuhou's face flashed with excitement, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Okay! ”

"Tens of millions of soldiers will be guided by qi and blood, and the souls of the great monks above the Dao will be compiled into a list of gods, from now on, you will be in harmony with this side of the gods, be born and sacrificed by all peoples, and die on the list of gods, are you willing?" Han Muye spoke again.

The great monk above the path of the road.

Since then, he has been entangled with this world, and he can no longer get out.

It's like the sound of ink.

However, can Wen Mosheng be sanctified based on Tianxuan and canonized as a god, can he entrust the spirit of the sage?

At this moment, everyone looked at Wu Hou.

On the road, the only one who can bear this heavy responsibility is Wuhou.

After pondering for a moment, Wuhou nodded and said, "Wish." ”

As his voice fell, the soldiers in front of him, in the camp, came with a shout: "Wish-"

Han Muye took a deep breath and said softly: "With the will power of living beings as pen and ink, the Great Confucian holds the pen, and he is named a god." ”

After a pause, he looked at Wuhou: "I don't dare to guarantee that my divine soul will not be scattered by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth when I am a god, if it is-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a voice sounded: "I'm coming." ”

Blue robe, white beard.

The deputy head of the Imperial City Academy is really light-hearted.

Wu Hou looked at Yan Zhenqing, who stepped forward slowly, sighed lightly, and arched his hand: "Brother Yan, I didn't take care of-"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Yan Zhen lightly dressed and bowed to Wuhou: "Chongwu Hou has been fighting for tens of thousands of years in order to protect Tianxuan, please accept Yan Zhenqing." ”

He bowed to the ground with his long sleeves.

When he straightened up, his eyes fell on the broken fan that the soldier was holding.

"Ming Ze guards one side, and it can be regarded as what he wants."

With that, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"I, as a father, don't have any other skills, practice Confucianism and Taoism, and I'm not good at fighting, so I can't avenge him."

Turning his head, Yan Zhen looked at Han Muye lightly: "I'll do this thing of holding the pen to seal the gods, I can only do this little thing." ”

Han Muye hesitated and nodded.

It was a father's wish, and he didn't know how to refuse.

But it's not so easy to hold a pen and become a god.

Once the pen is written, the soul of the gods and the gods of the gods are pulled by the god list, and it is difficult to be at peace in this life.

Even if it is as strong as words, it is really light, and the soul is tormented day and night, and it is separated from the avenue, and it may not be able to withstand it.

Wuhou waved his hand and let the army return.

Han Muye and Yan Zhenqing followed Wuhou into the tent.

"The last time Benhou besieged and killed the God King of the Unresentful Realm, the Unresentful Realm and the Immortal World joined forces to retaliate and break through a town to defend the realm."

"Hundreds of thousands of troops fell, and my Tianxuan defense line was forced to move back 30 million miles."

Wu Hou sat in front of the long case, his face revealing evil.

His cultivation is profound, and between his words and deeds, he can lead to changes in the power of heaven and earth.

At this time, there was anger in his heart, and suddenly the big tent was gloomy and gloomy, depressed and dignified.

"Thirty million miles of defense?" Yan Zhen frowned lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Wouldn't that expose my Tianxuan Zhou Tian Guard Array?" ”

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My friend's new book "Practicing from Immortality" is on the shelves tonight, and everyone who likes this genre can check it out.