The darker the night in the city in the sky, the brighter the lights, and the more the desires of millions of people are illuminated at a glance.

Singing and dancing.

In a remote tavern, the candle flame flickered on and off, reflecting a few figures borrowing wine to drown their sorrows.

Among them, the brown boy had a scruffy beard and grease stains on it, and while chewing mutton in his mouth, he purred and said:

"Everyone, what are we going to do now?"

Everyone tore the sheep bones, and their faces were even more depressed.

They had already agreed on a plan to rob the prison, go to purgatory to rescue the Byzantine crown prince, and then take advantage of the chaos to escape from the holy city.

The premise of everything lies in the ghost outside the city!

But two months later, it is still motionless, the city in the sky has returned to its former prosperity, and the people are not even afraid of it.

A universal truth that even children know –

Only the sick and weak lion needs to lie dormant and recuperate, and the lion king always attacks tirelessly.

Relying on not leaving, it is nothing more than to maintain the last shred of decency.

"Fate only gives one chance, and if you miss it, you miss it." The bearded man slammed the wine table, and his words were full of unwillingness.

The national humiliation came too suddenly and too shockingly, and he was unprepared to take advantage of the chaos to rebel, but now everything is ready, but the ghost hero does not come......

"Gu Yingying, you are the beacon of all the nations in the world, please shine again, and charge again for the people who are enslaved by the barbarian country!"

"If you can return to Constantinople, I will definitely make a statue of you, and you will be the head of the city forever, and future generations will always worship you."

"Bless you with peace and well, no illness or disaster, Amen."

The bearded man bowed his head and pursed his lips in prayer.

All of a sudden.

"Winter!"

The drums of the church beat suddenly, and then the rain of arrows fell through the air.

Standing in front of the window and looking at it, the night was as bright as day.

The city of singing and dancing seems to be covered by God, silent like a cicada, and everything is silent!

It froze for a moment, more like the surface of the river frozen, and with a slight crackling sound, the crack crept quietly spread like a snake.

The bearded man looked horrified, he was really here.

The decadent expressions of the crowd were swept away, and they gathered one after another, and said in a low voice:

"Bitch, pick up!"

"Please her until she cries!"

The bearded man suppressed his exhilarating emotions and said loudly:

"Long live Gu Chang'an's spirit, let's resolutely not be a slave in the abyss of the barbarian country, and swear to recover the royal capital."

"The time has come, start today!"

……

In the cold valley, the blood sword rose to the ground, and the sword body was covered with a layer of frost.

Gu Changan wiped away the frost grains, and calmly walked towards the holy city with his sword.

He had sensed the sword of national fortune and would arrive in a quarter of an hour.

Whether we can usher in a new life is tonight.

Some people say that peace of mind is my hometown, but he misses the lonely city all the time, and he knew a long time ago that he couldn't leave that city.

If he fails tonight, he doesn't know if he still has the obsession to do this again, and the biggest obsession in his life has long been gradually reduced with the completion of the mission of defending the land.

Just tonight.

Reforge the flesh and move the city with a sword!

The whole world is the gateway of your barbarians, so you have to carve out a small garden in your home.

……

Heaven and earth are dead.

The Holy City was like a tomb where tens of millions of corpses were buried, and there was not a single sound.

I always thought that the demon was not terrible, but when he came, he found that his body was trembling terribly.

The sea of corpses and blood on the day of national shame is still vivid, and the scene of pilgrimage to the flag is still in front of them, if it is ravaged again this time, the people will really doubt the will of heaven, and they will lose confidence in the abyss.

"Soul Slayer!"

There was a roar like shaking mountains from the nine-fold palace, and Tuoba was wearing a nightdress, and he didn't have time to change the crown of the dragon robe, and broke through the palace and rushed to the city gate.

She's waited too long for this moment!

I'm not afraid that you will come, but I am afraid that you will not come!

The twelve inquisitors of the Central Hub, the generals of the empire, all gathered at the fastest speed, and the pilgrimage from the city gate was already covered with dense obsidian, covered with vines.

The National Disaster Day was caught off guard by the lonely soul, and now it has been prepared for a long time, showing the strong determination of the Supreme God Kingdom.

Waiting for this moment, the center even secretly simulated rehearsing the steps dozens of times and discussed countless details.

Shame on the snow!

"What about Julius Caesar?" Tuoba Tianxia was hovering in the air and looking at the old woman with crutches who was coming.

She only sensed the aura of ten land immortals, not to mention Cable, and even the rest of the old monsters were still in the spiral staircase of the castle.

"His Holiness only asks about mundane matters, and when the sky falls, he is indifferent." The old woman's expression was indistinguishable from joy and anger, and after speaking, she looked at the lonely soul who was drifting away.

Tuoba Tianxia's face was cloudy, and she couldn't understand why she could be so selfish.

"Don't be resentful, the evil seed that lingers is just a bump in the road to imperial glory, and the real decision of life and death lies in ......"

The old woman tapped her finger at the sky, her face full of fear.

The gift of fate will one day be rewarded, and the castle has long been secretly on guard against the backlash of the Heavenly Dao.

Only by transcending the confinement and ascending to the heavens can we solve the hidden dangers for the empire and ensure that the Supreme Kingdom of God will be immortal for all generations and rule the world forever.

Therefore, Julius Caesar and others do not need to show up, and cultivation is the only purpose.

And tonight is foolproof!

Tuoba Tianxia could only give up, and he had already rushed to the top floor of the holy city while speaking, looking down condescendingly at the black fog outside the city, and the pair of flesh and blood arms were particularly dazzling.

At night, the cave opens ten half-pillar gates of brilliance, which stand in ten directions, and the land gods close their eyes and recuperate.

And the Abyss Saints and Enlightened Ones, hundreds of people guarded the city gates, and strange formations were formed between the flow of qi and engines.

Looking at the magnificent and spectacular scene, countless cultivators were excited.

This is the city in the sky where they are.

Formal and imposing, beautiful and not desecrated!

There will be no second National Disaster Day!

Gu Changan walked towards the entrance of the main city step by step, the gilded city gate was opened, he looked at the front with an expressionless face, and suddenly smiled and said:

"If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass?"

The clear sound drifted far along the qi machines flowing in all directions.

It seems that the heavens and the earth have turned black and white, and the only one who has color is this lonely soul.

Tens of thousands of cultivators' hairs stood on end, so nervous that they didn't dare to breathe, and there was a kind of awe in their subconscious.

Many times, you have to be in awe of Gu Chang'an.

He dared to stand at the head of the city alone, in order to guard the territory of the palm, from a man to a madman to a ghost, from beginning to end, the empire never took Qiuzi City.

And now, knowing that the empire is in full swing, he is still alone, and the opposite side is no longer tens of thousands of elite soldiers, but the power of the entire Supreme Heavenly Dao!

Admiration is real, and so is hatred in the sea of blood.

In addition to the humiliation of being ruined by the Holy City, there is also a deep hatred.

Why are we all kneeling, you can't kneel in the Central Plains?

You're still standing, and you look like we're so cowardly.

After tonight, there will be no second Gu Changan in the world.

What to drink?

Drink the sword!

Drink blood!

Drink ethnic hatred!

Many cultivators still don't understand why they should resist if they honestly surrender without losing face? Isn't it good to prosper together?

Other countries can surrender and enjoy the blessings of heaven, so your Chinese nation is noble?

In addition to ignorance and stubbornness, there is only national arrogance!

The queen stood on the top floor, her nightdress fluttering in the wind, as if it was not she who fled that day, at this moment she was in high spirits, although there was no crown on her head, but the whole person was the imperial throne.

Tuoba Tianxia smiled, and said:

"Booze!"

As the voice fell, a white-clothed pope with a wide-brimmed hood walked at the end of the long street, holding a glass hourglass in both hands.

It's not gravel in there.

Not even more water.

It's blood!

Purple Blood!

It's the purple blood that poured the ghost statue of the cross at the beginning, and it can't be cast in a year, and it can only make an hourglass in two months, but the effect is stronger!

If it weren't for the backstabbing of this traitor, Abyss would have determined that [Crime of Wrath] could destroy the soul body.

Because it was transparent glass, the people's eyes were very clear to see the purple blood dripping from the upper glass to the glass.

Tick.

Tick tock.

The sound is like a fingernail scraping against a wall, making people feel uncomfortable and their scalp tingle.

Tuoba is staring at the hourglass, as long as the blood on the glass is dry, the lonely soul will be destroyed!

Julius Caesar couldn't smash the hourglass with a single punch.

The ghost of the cross can be shattered, but the hourglass is indestructible.

So how can there be another change?

Gu Changan saw through the layers of mist, and at the same time saw the hourglass in the white pope's hand, his soul instantly felt uncomfortable and manic.

It's like an iron chain, and as the blood drips, the soul is completely imprisoned.

"Raise the sword."

The sword curtain on the horizon slashed open, and five thousand long swords came in a mighty way, piercing through the qi machine, and flew towards the city at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

The land immortals remained motionless.

Tuoba Tianxia sneered.

Do you think empires are paper tigers?

You thought you could do whatever you wanted?

Do you think that 20 million miles of territory was given by someone else?

It was the Iron Blood Empire that brought it down!

Because it's powerful!

Bang!

Five thousand flying swords suddenly encountered obstacles, hovering without falling, and standing still.

The sword body is different from the misanthropic aura of the new world, but it just doesn't go half an inch.

The vines covered by the main city road below flickered and starded, as if the stars were reflected in the sky, and gradually forced the flying sword to stop.

The cultivator's eyes burned, and in an almost suffocating moment, he waved his arms reluctantly.

Great!

Finally the limit!

The horror of the devil is that-

You're stronger than him, you can't kill him.

If you are weaker than him, even if it is only a little weaker, and the flying sword falls, you will have nowhere to survive.

But now that the flying sword is blocked, how can you repeat the process of flesh and blood growth, without the flesh and blood sword qi of the body and sword, how can you still kill people?

This is how things are, it seems to be a dead end with no solution, but occasionally move the key steps, and it will suddenly become clear!

"Evil seed, continue to show off your might, continue to provoke the Holy City?"

"I was lucky enough to sneak attack once, and I thought I could fight against the Heavenly Dao!"

As the words fell, the wind surged, and the night shone brightly, and there was a lightning bolt as thick as a tree hugged by several people at the gate of heaven, which crackled down against the lonely soul.

Gu Changan subconsciously retreated, and a deep pit was blown out of his foothold, and the knife qi hidden by the electric light slashed angrily at his arms.

The torn-like pain swept through the soul, and the flesh and blood of both arms were cut off at the same time, and the blood flew like ten thousand blood plums.

After one move, the holy city was silent.

The lonely soul has no flesh and blood.

He can't be a scoundrel if he wants to!

Not long!

Bang bang bang –

The five thousand flying swords suddenly lost the blessing of sword qi and fell to the ground in unison, and the sword body was also dark.

Silence spread, and the people of the Holy City were moving at an incredible speed, their hearts beating like drums.

The knight who protected the country walked out in an orderly manner, picked up five thousand swords one after another, and his palm contained a violent force, and he directly broke the sword body, leaving no more opportunities.

Tuoba Tianxia smiled.

The old woman on crutches also tugged at the corners of her mouth.

The people of the Holy City suddenly erupted in an earth-shattering cheer.

Fuck, this is the Kingdom of God!

The National Shame Day is just that the Holy City has not experienced a military disaster for too long, and has been exploited by the devil!

Really let the empire take it seriously, which step is not perfect?

"Hopeless?"

Tuoba has blonde hair flying all over the world, leaving the top floor and taking broken steps in the air again and again, which is more like an elegant dance than a staircase.

Finally landed, her five fingers together, her fists were like a rainbow, and a long rainbow condensed into substance surged and crashed into the soul shadow.

Gu Changan stood still, the black mist collapsed and condensed again, but the pain was worse than before.

"Sure enough, it's a monster, so what?" Tuoba Tianxia took a calm step, and stopped when he was only ten zhang away from Gu Chang'an, and said:

"The more you Han slaves resist, the more the empire will carry out the strategy of destroying the country and exterminating the species!"

"Leave land to slaughter people, chickens and dogs will be punished, thousands of years of civilization will disappear, anything to be proud of, the Yangtze River, the Yellow River and the five mountains, will sing the song of imperial triumph!"

"Why can other races live, but the Chinese nation cannot? It is precisely because of the stubborn resistance of the Han Nu that the Eastern Tu dialect is said that the hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, and you are not dead and the empire is uneasy. ”

In the silent holy city, only the voice of Qingyue was stirring.

Gu Chang listened quietly, chuckled and didn't say anything.

"Death Knell!" Tuoba the world drank hard.

In the pilgrimage square, a huge bronze and green bell suddenly rang, the bell was very muddy and dull, but it could ring through the city that accommodated 10 million people.

The cultivators looked admiring, and they were worthy of the queen of the empire.

On the day of national shame, the holy city was full of corpses and blood.

And tonight, the Holy City also shed blood.

But it's just the blood of Hannu alone!

Crushing without suspense, the overall situation has been decided!

The most important thing is that the empire is elegant and luxurious from beginning to end, without a trace of haste, let alone a trace of panic, and shame in the most perfect way.

This is the glorious place where all nations are willing to surrender, and the grievances of the day of national shame are completely released tonight.

They all stared at the hourglass in the hands of the white-clothed pope, half of the purple blood had already flowed, and when it was dry, the city could celebrate.

Some of the old Byzantine rebels who were surging undercurrents were all dead at the moment, and they wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rescue the crown prince and escape from the holy city, but now they ......

Are you destined to be a slave to the barbarians?

The destiny of heaven is returned, no one can shake it, the restoration of Byzantine glory is just an illusion, and it is a reality to be a cow and a horse to the abyss for a lifetime.

Even Gu Yingying is so powerless, who would dare to resist the Holy City again in the country race that was once invaded?

Look at the queen's doggy face, the national shame was the day of the desert and ran away to the extreme humiliation, and now the dust has settled and started to put on a show.

The bearded man was confused.

Also flinched.

Constantinople will never go back!

"Scattered." Looking at this scene, he no longer had the courage to rebel.