A mediocre ordinary person, but he has been famous for a hundred years because of a poem, and everyone in the Central Plains knows it.

"The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love."

One hundred and fifty years ago, Li Bai, a Qinglian layman, passed through Huizhou, Jiangnan, and Wang Lun was hospitable and famous for giving poems.

Since then, the Wang family has prided itself on being a master of poetry and books, and Wang He, as a concubine, was not treated well by the family, and had no talent for poetry and articles.

When do you start learning to be selfish?

It should have been when he was twelve years old, and he spent half a month writing a seven-law poem that he thought was brilliant, and nervously walked into his father's house.

He remembered that the young man's mood at that time was ups and downs, and he was pinching the corners of his clothes and pacing with his head bowed all the way, hoping and even praying for his father's appreciation so as to improve the poor life of the mother and son.

The elegant father stood under the loquat tree in front of the court, and when he saw the unproductive concubine, he turned his face away and walked towards the depths of the courtyard.

Wang He still remembers that the sunlight cast the shadows of the branches of the loquat tree on his father's body, and the clear shadows were like pieces of ice stinging his eyes, and he still felt cold at the moment.

From that day on, he never cared about other people's opinions.

When his mother died, Wang He wore a robe to robe and roamed the rivers and lakes, and at the same time carried the nickname of widow and thin righteousness, and became the first monk of the Mesozoic Era in China step by step.

Shenzhou's aura is too thin, and the shallow water is destined to not accommodate the carp looking at the dragon gate.

So he left.

walked into the barbarian abyss with the new name of Yijiangnan, and also walked into the gushing insults of the Chinese people.

What's wrong?

How can it be wrong to live for yourself?

Memories lingered in his mind, and Yi Jiangnan looked up at the crumbling cross, and at the same time looked at the excited faces of the old monsters.

Since when did faith begin to waver?

Maybe it's the tragic situation of the people in the Central Plains that has become the glory of the holy city, maybe it's the tragedy of the lonely city for 60 years, or maybe it's the duty of millions of heroes to go to the national disaster without hesitation.

He believed that it was at this moment that the lonely soul figure was using his flesh and blood to create the madness of no one before or since.

At the time of the life and death of the nation, it is possible to fall into the abyss at any time, and ordinary people cannot be left alone, let alone those who have the ability?

Rumble!

The hanging cross projected blood under the gaze of everyone, and at the same time blasted out a sound like a waterfall pouring pine:

"Sin of Wrath!"

"Sin of Wrath!"

"Sin of Wrath!"

The sound endures.

When the blood roars like the mouth of a fierce beast, the heavens and the earth are silent.

The first six counts of the seven deadly sins –

Gluttony.

Lazy.

Greedy.

Arrogant.

Eat one's heart out.

Lust.

These human weaknesses, that demon doesn't have any!

What never existed, how can death be judged?

But when the "sin of wrath" resounded in the Holy City, both the people and the practitioners were relieved, as if they were imprisoned on death row and once they were free.

Angry, he can't escape!

If you are not angry, why do you want to kill in a holy city? Why slaughter people to seek justice?

But just before they thought they had succeeded, the picture changed dramatically.

"After a lifetime of restraint, how can you become impulsive, it's so stupid......" Yi Jiangnan gently squirmed his lips.

The voice was low and lingering, lingering and suddenly exploding!

A boom, like a thunderbolt!

Yi Jiangnan clenched his fists with five fingers and swept the ground.

The qi machine spread from the fist to the entire arm, and then to the shoulder, gradually covered with the Taoist qi pattern of thunder and lightning traveling.

This punch is brilliant!

This punch is bright and fearless!

"Presumptuous!"

"No!"

Hysterical horror, creepy ranting.

One after another surging killing machines swept in, and Yi Jiangnan's fist was broken, but the fist shadow had already smashed into the blood.

Blood was sprinkled all over the sky, and the Taoist priest fell to the ground like a broken log, just smiling and looking up at the invisible blood and the shattered ghost statue of the cross.

He knew he could do it.

The abyss condenses the seven sin ghost statues, not only the land immortals, but all the saints are involved, and they all hide traces of qi in it.

Pulling a wisp of qi that belonged to him, he smashed it naturally.

The city is dead.

The originally excited faces instantly became shocked, and the sudden drastic change was like God ruthlessly depriving them of hope.

Gu Chang stood quietly, looking at the figure lying in a pool of blood from afar, it was difficult to contain his sadness, and the figure of Gao Chaoen in the past gradually overlapped with it.

"Ungrateful brute!" The purple-haired old monster was crazy with hatred, and his index finger qi was like a hundred zhang python, and it was forcibly poured into the lifeblood of the Taoist priest's seven orifices.

"Brute!

His anger was hard to quench and he let out an earth-shattering roar.

In order to completely destroy the lonely soul, the abyss spent a full year of energy, gathering the power of all the saints to condense the ghost statue of God.

All the hard work was ruined!

All your hard work was in vain!

Buried at the hands of traitors!

How can you not be angry!?

"Yi Jiangnan, how can the empire ever fail you?"

A strong emotional storm struck the world like a mountain overwhelming.

Her hands were numb, her blood was clotting, her heart was suffocating, as if a sharp knife had pierced her chest, and her internal organs were broken!

Soon, the gloom that hung over the empire would dissipate.

Thousands of ordinary monks looked hateful, and they only complained that they could not crush the bones of the traitor and gnaw the flesh and blood of the traitor!

Remembering Jiangnan, has the empire treated you harshly?

No!

He has never received the Medal of Glory, let alone credit, but he has the castle position that many cultivators dream of, and he has been cultivating for twenty years!

Does the Empire threaten you?

No!

You said you didn't want to hurt the Central Plains homeland, the abyss didn't give you a task!

Beasts through and through!

The Taoist priest's seven orifices oozed blood, and before the military liberation, he returned to the light, he stood firmly, wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes, and said softly:

"I'm sorry, but those twenty years were the most comfortable years of my life."

Several land immortals have burst out, a cultivator with extremely talented talents can advance to the land immortals within eight years, what scenery in the world can compare to the sky?

"I'm sorry for you, but you have hurt every family in the Central Plains."

Yi Jiangnan just coughed a few times, just like a normal person, he laughed self-deprecatingly:

"In fact, our nation is very strange, ten years of infighting, and we like to divide the Chu people, Shu people, and Yan people by region, once the fight starts, there will be a common hatred, and even the graves of the ancestors of the enemy family have to be dug off, too funny nation, too absurd homeland."

"But when you invade, the entire land of Shenzhou can only hear one sentence - brute dog, I can go to your mother."

Yi Jiangnan's body began to stumble, the smile on his face became richer, and he continued:

"It's funny, maybe this is the reason why the Chinese nation has been inherited to this day, and the idea of not dying has been rooted in the blood."

He sighed, "Including my blood." ”

"What is an immortal? There is a mountain next to the human figure, and the mountain suppresses all your thoughts that you shouldn't have, in fact, I have long understood that a cultivator who lives only for himself can climb to the heavens. ”

Yi Jiangnan bent down in pain, his legs turned into powder visibly to the naked eye, and he said tremblingly:

"I've come a long way and suffered a lot, but I still can't do it."

"There are gods three feet above the head, but there is the world in the palm of three inches, and the world is the homeland of suffering."

The lonely confession drifted away with the wind, and the old monster of the abyss slowly closed its eyes.

What is an immortal?

It is just right to use Nakahara's explanation.

People, with mountains.

They understood, so they tried their best to evade the responsibility of the turbidity world, and concentrated on hiding in the abyss to cultivate.

But can today's humiliation be escaped?

The deeper you sink into the earth, the farther you get from heaven.

Damn Hannu!

"You don't have to feel guilty, I died for the nation, and you can bring hope to the nation more than I do."

Yi Jiangnan's voice became more and more hoarse, his body cracked inch by inch, and the blood was like a magnificent spring.

"Actually, you should have come in a long time ago." He continued to look at the endless corpses, and also at the immovable figure in the mud and bones.

Gu Changan was silent, and glanced up at the gilded city wall, "I know this path is right, but I have never taken it before." ”

"Because it's so bitter." Yi Jiangnan took the opportunity to answer.

The two of them were bleeding from their bodies, looking at each other and smiling.

"It's really miserable to be a hero."

Yi Jiangnan whispered helplessly and slowly closed his eyes.

He remembered his hometown, when he was a child, he often walked alone in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella, stepped lightly on the bluestone path, crossed a few bridges, and did not know that his sleeves were half wet.

But that was also a memory of thirty years ago, Jiangnan was only damp in his heart, and the drizzle that never ended.

"It's not too late, but it's a pity that I didn't die in Jiangnan."

The Taoist priest who lived only for himself all his life will one day die for the Chinese nation and pass away suddenly.

People are inherently dead, and they die as they deserve, and they are not happy!

The military solution was more complete than a heavily broken porcelain, and only tattered robes were left on the ground.

The scattered qi turned into a vision and swept through the air, more like it was swept into the hearts of countless people in the Holy City.

Helpless and hesitant.

The moment the ghost statue of the cross shattered, their hearts almost burst.

Who will judge?

Who will sanction it?

Let the demons ravage the holy city endlessly, and slaughter them endlessly......

"Pick up the sword and see it off!"

In the dead silence, just four words suddenly burst out, shooting wildly to every corner.

The sound of the "Qiang Qiang" collision seems to wash away the anger of the nation!

The five thousand swords that had been inserted into the skull earlier each left the Heavenly Spirit Cover and flew into the air, and then another four thousand swords hung in the air from the scabbard of the Barbarian cultivator.

Nine thousand swords!

The holy city was filled with a world-weary sword momentum, and a hideous sword roar emanated from the sky and the sun.

"Stronger ......"

Countless cultivators suddenly felt suffocated, and looked up at the Qingfeng that shrouded their heads.

The black-skinned people were prostrate on the ground, their bodies trembling.

The first time was five thousand swords.

Now it's nine thousand swords.

The more you kill, the more terrifying it becomes, the devil through and through!

"What about God......

The devout believers pleaded with a face to end their desperate day.

It turns out that the war is so terrible, and it turns out that being invaded is so helpless.

But the sword hangs but does not fall.

Gu Changan jumped up slightly, and suddenly broke off the reins like a big storm, and was galloping with a thunderous momentum, pointing directly at the golden leaf city pillar.

"Stop—"

The terrible roar shook the city wall.

The half-pillar Heavenly Gate was full of light, and the white-haired figure rolled by the turbulent qi waves, and the seven land immortals swept like lightning.

Burst!

Gu Changan's flesh and blood exploded again and again, and everywhere he went, the wind roared and the snow collapsed, like white ribbons sprinkled in all directions.

Tuoba Tianxia's body stiffened inch by inch, and he watched the blood-mist-filled soul shadow surge rapidly.

Thirty zhang distance.

Twenty zhang.

Ten zhang.

……

Five zhang.

Nine thousand swords fell in an instant.

The endless wails of the holy city converged into a beautiful poem, and nine thousand people died at the same time.

The lonely soul that was originally smashed by the land immortals had grown arms and sleeves at this moment.

The snow-white sleeves actually made the purple boy in the world tingle.

Transform into a sword.

She's going to die......

A pair of dragon horns on her head flashed with electric light as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and the electric light traveled to her five fingers, and she only glanced at the old woman in the wedding dress beside her, and the five fingers smashed into her back with a fist, and she turned and ran away.

Boom!

Gu Changan's body let out the most crisp sword sound in the world, and he slammed into the old woman.

Although the latter blocked it with a horizontal fist in time, due to the heavy force pushed by the waist and back, the qi was disordered, and the body was cut in two by the "sword".

From the abdomen as the dividing line, the lower body exploded into the city wall, and the upper body was carried by a bloody hand.

Gu Changan looked at the dragon-robed figure who fled away regretfully, and then grabbed the old woman's blonde hair and smashed her into the gold leaf city pillar.

The old woman's head in the wedding dress swayed sharply from front to back, left and right, and her head hit the golden pillar with a dull sound, and her eyes were red from blood, and her facial features were distorted beyond recognition.

The mighty 10,000 long swords hung in the air again, and the old woman in the wedding dress was smashed to pieces and died of her breath.

Ten thousand swords!

"She's got you covered." Gu Changan stared at his twitching fingers, stood at the top of the pillar and chuckled.

The laughter was calm, unwavering, and without emotional ups and downs.

But the whole holy city was like a gloomy tomb, and there was not a single sound.

Everyone knew that this sentence was addressed to His Majesty the Celestial Crown.

They all saw that scene, and His Majesty the Heavenly God made the most unbearable and humiliating move in order to flee for his life.

If it weren't for pushing the Abyss Emissary to the "Sword", she might have died.

My God!

The leader of the Supreme God Kingdom, the city lord of Sky City, could be so cowardly.

"Kill!

"Tuoba the world is distributed, hovering in the air where the saints are gathered, and giving orders like crazy.

The Abyss Saint was secretly saddened and almost killed the king.

Although the Central Throne is an abyssal puppet, it is also the façade of the Supreme God Kingdom, and once the façade is killed in full view, it will be an unimaginable disaster.

Are the land immortals incompetent?

No.

They easily shattered the demon's flesh, but the soul was not destroyed, and the flesh grew out of the murder.

The sword formation that hangs in the air, not to mention the land immortals, is that they can defend without hurting a bit, but they can't make the sword formation disappear at all.

Because the gas engine is completely different!

The Holy City is the center of the New World, and the Lonely Soul is still in the Old World!

It's a scoundrel of scoundrels.

It's like walking into a dead end, and there is no choice but to watch the lonely soul approach step by step.

They suddenly felt that the former madman was kind.

Kindness......

What an incredible description?

A child who simply wants to keep his home, if you don't provoke him, he won't pay attention to you.

But now he has become a complete devil!

"Why don't you dare to move?"

"Go on."

Gu Changan jumped off the city pillar and walked slowly down the long street.

Every step stepped on the corpse, and there was a "bang, bang" sound of flesh.

"Yes, I'm on a pilgrimage." He laughs.

The voice is very soft, floating over the majestic golden arch, which the barbarians have heard call the triumphal arch.

Every time you return from a victorious battle, you receive the cheers and glory of the Holy City here.

It is worthy of being the center of the Heavenly Dao, and the holy city has no classical and heavy beauty at all, but whether it is a church or a statue, a tall building or a long street, it all reveals a beautiful arrogance, a kind of self-respecting bright color.

Why be arrogant?

Of course, it's the thief who loves it here.

"I said I was on a pilgrimage."

There was only a hoarse voice left in heaven and earth.

It seems to be a majestic holy city, where one person dominates the ups and downs!

Bang!

Three thousand swords fell in unison, and three thousand people were pierced into two pieces, like a petal broken from the middle.

Rumble!

The half-pillar Heavenly Gate was brilliantly shining, and the great power of the Heavenly Dao was injected into the fist, and the figure of the calm strolling was knocked over with a punch.

The flesh was falling, the snowflakes were drifting again, and the goose feather snow soon covered a thick layer of snow.

The sword falls over and over again.

Three thousand swords fell again, and a group of people with dark skin and thick lips trembled, kneeling on the ground and roaring:

"Zhaozhao has Tang, and the heavens are all over the world!

”

"Our ancestors once had incense in the Taimiao Temple of Chang'an City, and there was incense...... There is incense ......"

This roar is no less than a slap on the face of the abyss.

In the Sacred Sky City, there are people who have begun to call for the Eastern Land, how humiliating!

To no avail.

Three thousand swords fell, and the tips of the swords were already bloodstained, and there was a sword aura, like a bright red judgment seal, stamped on their heavenly spirit cover.

They will never understand that the burning, killing and looting of the Central Plains ethnic groups and the killing of innocent people for decades have entrenched tens of millions of unjust souls in the land of China, and the hatred cannot be resolved.

Either the dead tribes in the Central Plains will be wiped out, or the barbarians will be punished.

Other than that, there is no third way.

There were only four thousand swords left in the Heavenly Dome Sword Curtain, and the six thousand swords that could kill people flew into the air again, and several more swords suddenly came out of their sheaths and merged with the blood-colored sword curtain.

Why only a few swords?

Because within a thousand miles, there are only a few people left in the Holy City Sword Cultivator.

Endless despair was pervasive, and the barbarians were terrified and did not dare to move, and they could only gamble on their luck, hoping that one of the green blades would not fall on top of their heads.

If the demon were an invincible god, a god, they would still be able to close their eyes and wait for death with peace of mind.

But he wasn't!

He's a flesh and blood body, he's going to bleed and he's going to lose his bones, he's just stubborn and can't die.

The seven land immortals breathed rapidly, and the castle giants in the distance closed their eyes and sighed.

The dead knot of the rope can't be untied!

They have been attacking to suppress the newly grown flesh, which will only contaminate the Dao Heart with the dust of the turbid world, but if they stand by and watch, they will sit back and watch the Holy City be devastated!

Gu Changan didn't look back, and continued to walk towards the Holy City on his pilgrimage, blood oozing from his fingers, as if he would die at any time.

And just seemingly.

It's all solidarity, and there's a never-ending horror!

Suddenly, a common man with a dog's tail head rushed over, the knight of the protector did not dare to move, the golden elite did not dare to move, and the cultivator was silent.

An ordinary citizen fearlessly rushed towards the demon, and the impact of this scene was incomparably huge.

The empire doesn't know anything, although tens of millions of people have gone to me, but they know a wise saying-

If God deceives me, I will slash God with a sword and defend my faith with courage!

The man put his hand into his arms, twisted his face, approached the lonely soul step by step, and said intermittently:

"I must ask you again and again...... Thousands of times...... Without hesitation...... Save the nation from all difficulties. ”

The moment the words fell, he pulled out a bright red flag rolled up in his arms, which was the flag of the Chu State fifteen years ago.

"I originally wanted to go home with a military flag, and my parents and children could forgive me for saying goodbye, but now it's up to you."

The man fell to the ground with a puff, and the light of the Heavenly Gate fell with only a wisp of light, and he bled from all seven orifices.

"What's your name?" Gu Changan clutched the flag tightly.

"Ding...... Ding Shuhai, a native of Yangzhou, ......" The man finished speaking in one breath, pointed his finger at the pilgrimage with trembling fingers, and then died with a smile.

I can't see it though.

But I'm sure Gu Yingying will definitely do it.

When my parents and children know, they will definitely be proud of me, and they can straighten their waists in front of the villagers.

Countless people's scalps exploded and they looked at the pilgrimage.

A belisk stands in the square, and the golden afterglow gives it a gentle orange color.

The obelisk contains the imperial flag of a purple painted castle, which has stood there for seventy years, fluttering in the wind.

That's the spirit of Castle in the Sky!

That is the symbol of the Supreme Kingdom of God!

"Quick, stop!"

Tuoba shivered and let out a heart-rending roar.

The abyss cultivator was almost dizzy, and subconsciously burst out with a majestic qi machine, and countless figures swept towards the lonely soul.

Gu Changan hugged this flag, calmly rushed towards the pilgrimage obelisk, his body turned into the most cruel sword, and he slammed straight forward like that, and the barbarians died violently and screamed along the way.

At the same time, the sword curtain shook and hummed, and the seven thousand swords did not fall together, but one sword after another, as orderly as a queue.

Gu Changan's body was forcibly broken, and his arms and shoulders were smashed with fists, but the rhythm of killing with a sword and sword made him maintain the slow growth of flesh and blood at all times.

When the lonely soul walked from the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses to the pilgrimage monument, the black mist rose with the wind and soared along the holy monument.

At this moment, the city was silent.

Like thunder in the silence, they clearly noticed that their hearts were in sharp pain, like sharp knives, and they didn't even dare to look at them again.

Gu Changan hung side by side with the obelisk, he quietly looked at the barbarian giant flag whistling in the wind, suddenly raised his foot and kicked the flagpole fiercely.

Bang!

The Purple Flag slowly fell to the ground.

The picture seems to freeze.

The broken flagpole collided with the quetai and made a slight sound, and the people of the city were hideous and humiliated to the extreme.

But that's not enough.

Gu Changan rolled the corner of the bright red flag at the broken place of the flagpole, the flag hunted and flew, and he said in a deep voice:

"The Chinese nation, fight to the death."

"The mountains and rivers are exotic, and they don't share the sky!"

Many years later, despite the countless setbacks that the survivors have faced, it will always be the moment when they talk to their friends about their darkest and most humiliating times.

The flag changes hands!

Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the imperial flagpole, which has not been blown down by the wind, has been planted with the flag of the Central Plains.

That kick was not so much about kicking on the flagpole as it was about kicking away the dignity of the people of the empire and the glory of the holy city.

What about Heavenly Dao Roll Gu?

What about sitting on 20 million miles of territory in 50 years?

What can you do if you fight the invincible opponents all over the world?

You can't even keep the most important thing in your house!

The Central Plains spies were in a trance, everything was messed up, the pulse of the blood was mixed with the line of sight, and the sight was gradually filled with tears, they had never seen such a bloody scene.

kicked over the Barbarian Sacred Banner.

The red flag fluttered in the wind, as if the Chinese nation issued the most unyielding roar!

Gu Changan protected the flag with one hand, looked at the distant Blood Moon Abyss, and whispered:

"I'm just an ordinary person, but fate has given me extraordinary abilities, and my only wish when I was young was to have a virtuous and gentle wife."

"If you can get a few acres of land, you will feel very lucky, I would rather work harder to cultivate these lands, save enough surplus grain for my daughter to exchange for a dowry, and live a safe and joyful life without illness and disaster, I am like many people in the Central Plains, my wish is simple and simple."

He smiled brightly for no reason, then raised his head and said aloud:

"Listen, thief, from now on, I will not marry a wife and have children, I will not be glorified or graved, where I die and where I rot, I have my eyes on you!"

"A god who has only been a god for eighty years, and you still want to manage the people for four thousand years? Where did the truth come from, I don't believe it! ”

Only the sound of the quiet holy city reverberates.

The rocks are shattered, the mountains are falling and the ground is cracking!

All the people of the empire knew that their arrogance was shattered at this moment, and their dignity was shaking like a fluttering flag.

Gu Changan floated away from the belisk with the flag, the abyss land immortal was there, and he knew that he would not be able to reforge his body today.

Repeating the process of growing his flesh and breaking it again, his spirit was exhausted, and the constant pain haunted him.

A long monologue just now, faintly like a precursor to a mad fall, he must stop in time.

The same will be true for coming back in a few days.

Anyway, the rest of my life was spent with the barbarians.

The entire city in the sky is witnessing the lonely soul leaving, and the people are terrified and feel happy?

But what about the future?

The demon feels tired and leaves, and comes back another day?

Suddenly, there was a delusion of absurdity.

Holy City is a bitch now, fuck and leave, come and fuck!

Tuoba Tianxia's face was distorted like a beast, and Purple Tong braved the anger of humiliation, she looked at the motionless land immortal, and at the same time at the abyss saint who was in agony.

That's it?

How can this be?!

The lonely soul suddenly stopped, and countless people followed the heart tightening, he stood still, and the heartbeat of the people stopped, and he suddenly felt suffocated.

Gu Changan looked around and suddenly smiled very happily:

"We have not lost the lonely city in the Western Regions for sixty-five years, how can we not defend the sacred and undesecrated sky city for a day?"

After speaking, he left slowly.

The sword curtain fell sword by sword, sending him out of the sky city with a death wail.

The snowflakes faded away, the mist dispelled the blood, and the sky over the holy city was cloudless, and the sun shone on every building.

It doesn't seem to be any different than before.

But everyone knows that from this moment on, the world will be turned upside down!

The safest city on earth?

An empire of gods?

How not to save the stacked corpses? Why don't you kill the evil demons?

What about the abyss?

What about the celestial crown?

Where have they gone!

I thought that public opinion in the Holy City was boiling to the extreme, but the atmosphere was extremely quiet.

The outrage is silent.

This winter is so cold, it's bloody, it's really confusing.

……

……

In the evening, the sky returned to its purity, and the sunset was misty.

The main street of the Holy City is clean, there is not a trace of blood left, the triumphal arch is still shining with golden light, and the pilgrimage monument is still fluttering a purple flag.

But the streets of the holy city were deserted, the sparse soldiers bowed their waists, and the terrified people closed the courtyard gates.

In just five hours, from prosperity to depression, it seems to have shaved off the aura of self-confidence and vigor that relied on the way of heaven.

Darkest hour!

The history of the empire of later generations, whether it is rendered in thick ink and color, or written lightly, without exception, will be judged by the national shame for today's coffin.

In just two words, it is beyond words.

"Shame on the nation! Humiliation!

Disaster!

！ ”

On the altar on the top floor of the castle, countless majestic figures roared and the spiral staircase trembled faintly.

This day brought eternal pain to the empire and nailed the abyss to the pillar of shame in history.

The plummeting fortune can no longer be described as "falling", but taking a sharp turn.

The Imperial Capital, the core of the Heavenly Dao, the origin of glory, was so devastated!

"Pour out of the nest and kill!"

A white-haired old monster with a strange head roared violently, and this roar alarmed the land immortals in the deepest part of the spiral staircase.

Fifteen.

That's right, fifteen land immortals.

"What's the use?"

The moonlight that shattered Gu Chang'an's body in the past spoke in a deep voice, with a red face and a green boy, and his voice was haggard.

The ghost of the cross can be condensed again, but who can be sure that the sin of anger will destroy the lonely soul?

Before he was unsure, he betrayed the empire and blocked the blood of the sin of anger.

"Shame on the world!

The white-headed old monster stared at the muddy queen, eager to put her on the gallows at once.

"Okay...... "What is the use of accusing her?" said an old woman on crutches. ”

The altar fell into a long dead silence.

It would be ridiculous to use the trick of scapegoating again, gushing about the national shame, and the people witnessed it with their own eyes, and this shame could not be vented by beheading the queen.

"Work together to wash away the national shame, if you have different intentions, heaven will not tolerate it!"

"The pinnacle gives birth to hypocritical adherents, and the twilight witnesses the true apostles."

"The empire was suddenly robbed, and it was also a test of the will of the people, and a little setback on the road to glory was inevitable."

The old woman on crutches shook the sky, and a pair of sharp eyes scanned the abyss.

Everyone is silent, the funeral can't deceive the people of the empire, as long as the lonely soul is not disposed of for a day, it will be difficult to restore prestige.

The abyssal energy is closely related to the strength of the empire, and if the people start to lose faith in the empire, the consequences will be unimaginable!

"Could it be the prophecy of Herades?"

Tuoba Tianxia rolled his throat with difficulty, and his voice was hoarse.

The sorcerer divined the fortune with his fate, and the Central Plains would break out seven times on the basis of the second triple spiritual power.

"Definitely, absolutely!" The old woman screamed.

The nightmare had happened, and of course she wanted it to stop, if it wasn't......

"Wait." The light of the moon waved his arms tiredly, such an earth-shattering national shame, don't think about covering the lid, it will definitely spread to the Central Plains quickly.

Then the prophecy of Herodes will be discerned.

"What now?" The old woman turned her head to stare at Tuoba World.

She didn't speak.

Neither did the people of the altar open their mouths.

The empire is not without soldiers and horses, and the territory of 20 million miles is full of imperial garrisons, but the road is far away, and it is impossible to return in a short time.

The closest was the 250,000 elites who attacked Shu and Zhao.

Why do lonely ghosts come?

Bound by national righteousness, what else can the purpose be other than to relieve the siege of the Central Plains?

For the sake of today, on the one hand, we will retreat to defend the Holy City, and on the other hand, we will delve into the evil things that are better than the ghost statue of the cross.

Tuoba the world's heart is like a knife, the pain spreads inch by inch to the internal organs, and in another half a month, she will be able to swallow the Shu State, and then besiege the Zhao State, and obtain the great merit of occupying the eastern soil since she took power.

"Huh?" The old woman snorted coldly, half reminded and half threatened.

The sacred and undesecrated Sky City was suddenly humiliated, who cares about expanding the territory, only by overcoming the current difficulties can we continue the journey to the east.

Tuoba Tianxia took a deep breath, as if even breathing was a sin, and said angrily:

"Retreat!"

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ps: Make up for yesterday's one, Dazhang is eligible to ask for a monthly ticket......