With the raging fire, the inky smoke rose from the forest, and the fire was red and black, as if the bright light was steaming in the heat of destruction.

【The God of the Four Seasons is being activated】

Luo Qingling held the God of the Four Seasons in her hand, and the four breaths of warmth, blazing, coolness, and cold alternated on her body.

There was a roar in the sky, like thunder in the clear sky, and she felt her entire soul begin to float towards the unknowable.

In her eyes, there was a horizontal white line between heaven and earth, above the white line is innumerable, endless wind, rain, thunder, frost, rain and snow, clouds from the wind, light from thunder and lightning, cold is created by snow, as if the gods above the nine heavens are driving divine power.

【Luck Points - 123573, Remaining Luck Points 3094235】

Thousands of miles away in the winter city, the temple of the wooden sandalwood, green smoke curling, the gods are lined up, the hall is slightly dark, Luo Xizhi knelt on the futon, full of solemnity, on his head, is the Luo artifact - the heart of the medical saint, a very high artifact.

[Ground Level: The Heart of the Healer (Who is the Savior?) Doctor saint also! With the worship of Luo's children and the development of the medical path, the sacred heart will be poured out of the heart, and if you take the painstaking efforts, you will get the spiritual light of the medical way, and the person who obtains the spiritual light of the medical path will enter the epiphany stage of the medical path at a special moment, please explore the specific situation by yourself. 】

This artifact is necessary for survival in Luo's family, the sacred object of the protector, Luo Xizhi after bowing, carefully removed the droplet-shaped blood from the heart of the medical saint, the drop of blood is all red, and it is also mixed with a trace of sacred gold in the red, emitting a burst of fragrance, Luo Xizhi couldn't help but show a smile on his face, and he was thinking about who to use it in his heart.

Hey?

The sudden drastic reduction made Luo Xizhi's hand tremble, and he immediately knew that the God of the Four Seasons had been activated, and it had taken so many luck points just to activate!

It is really worthy of being the unique artifact of King Zhaosheng, and it is really unbearable for these descendants to use it.

Luo Qingling, as the initiator of the artifact, clearly felt that the incomparably huge amount of luck was instilled in the God of the Four Seasons, and she could feel that this was just the initiation!

[The God of the Four Seasons is in use, the luck point is -112436, and the remaining luck point is 2981799. 】

Thousands of miles away, Luo Xizhi and Luo Qingling showed a shocked look at the same time, Luo Qingling had already felt the infinite power in the underworld, and she felt as if she had become a supreme god.

She could see every movement of air currents in the air, those transparent, white air currents, all of which were extremely active around her.

The specks seemed to praise, as if to celebrate, as if to dance, and her gestures were full of infinite power.

As long as the luck point is still instilled, as long as she gives an order, the fierce wind from the nine heavens will destroy everything in an instant.

But she gave up, and the surging background made her feel terrified.

In the eyes of everyone around her, Luo Qingling's body was windless and automatic, and the huge momentum was like Mount Tai pressing the top.

Then she opened her eyes.

She didn't speak, but almost all the descendants understood what she said, and the amount of essence consumed by the activation of the Four Seasons God was already huge to this extent, and if she used it with all her strength, the amount of essence consumed would be astronomical.

That would be an unbearable pain for the family!

But if you don't use the family background, it's a different thing to drive it, what is there in this world that is omnipotent?

The blood and soul of the Luo family!

Inherited from the bloodline of the supreme god of the Su King Emperor, after the first thousand years, Ji Zhao's personality was greatly improved, and hundreds of years later, Ji Zhao began to merge with the Tao to replace the sky, this bloodline became more and more sacred, and the upper can cut the mandate of heaven, and the lower can move the artifact, which is infinitely useful!

Luo Qingling is the initiator of the artifact, she will definitely die, and now she needs more blood and soul to drive the artifact, so she opened her eyes.

Luo Chengzhi's eyes were split, and he roared loudly from afar: "Sister, stop, without the help of the wind, I can still annihilate the Hu army!" ”

Luo Qingling laughed loudly: "Brother, don't be reckless, instead of this, why don't you wait for me to launch a strong wind, you can kill all directions, and pull enough Hu people to accompany us to the funeral, and I will wait for the descendants to come here, isn't it for such a great cause?" ”

"Brother, sister is right, wield your sword, and with all the rage and fire, go to the place where you will finally arrive."

Luo Chengzhi's gaze fell on the Luo girl who spoke, his cousin, a sixteen-year-old girl, he had hunted a white tiger, and the sharpest tooth was given to this sister.

The bright light came out of Luo Qingling's hand, this little girl stepped into the light without hesitation, her figure leaned back, facing the sky, and more than a dozen places of blood burst out of her body in an instant, the red blood turned into a trickle, and her body gradually became illusory, and even transparent!

Call~

Whew~~

Whew~~~

The sky is blue and the sun is white, and the next moment is the black clouds pressing the city.

The wind is peaceful, and the next moment is a cold wind.

"Brother, it's time for you to go!"

Luo Qingling's voice was heavy and resolute, Luo Chengzhi took off his mask with tears in his eyes, a war, he lost his two sisters, he must kill faster, otherwise in order to maintain the wind, maybe there will be a third person to die, his aunt, sister, sister, niece, watching these people die in front of him, he is going crazy.

"Emperor Su has given us an artifact, and the wind god will help us destroy all enemies, O son of winter, obey King Su's oracle, charge with me, and kill all the Hu people!"

The billowing black smoke and the heat wave formed by the flames surged madly down the hill under the strong wind, this abrupt and extreme change was not caused by manpower, but by God, this scene was a miracle, the legendary wind and rain.

Compared with the fierce Winter Luo, the Hu people were naturally already in chaos, and the smoke and dust mixed with poisonous smoke had just rushed down, and pieces of soldiers fell.

Luo's medical skills have been studied for so many years, and his research on poison is also extremely strong, but this method is too ruthless, and it is extremely uncontrollable, and it is easy to hurt others and oneself, so Luo's is not often used.

The Hu soldiers who fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth frightened the rest of the soldiers, and anyone who saw this comrade who had died without contact, and who was also in extreme pain and twisted the dead, could not stand it psychologically, and retreated one after another, trying to avoid the black smoke.

The faint uneasiness in Murong He's heart finally fell, because the facts proved to him that Luo's did have a backhand, and his uneasiness was quite reasonable.

But now Murong He, both on his face and in his eyes, was full of horror, he was dumbfounded, speechless, this sudden wind reminded him of something not very good, especially this wind is still blowing!

This strong wind did not blow along the way, you could see from the forest on the hill, the trees a few meters apart, the leaves were motionless, there was no wind at all, and from the place where the fire was burning, suddenly there was an endless wind.

Anyone can see that this is not normal!

As for the smoke and dust in the wind, as well as the wind that was obviously mixed with extremely toxic poison, it made Murong He extremely frightened.

Poisonous smoke is such a thing, it doesn't matter how thick the armor is, if it is poisoned, it will live if it can be carried and it will die, as for whether it can be carried or not, depending on the degree of casualties of the forward army, I am afraid it is impossible, in the case of being able to control the wind direction and wind force, it must be to add medicine to death.

Faced with this extremely strange situation, Murong He had only one thought, and that was to escape!

He's sure.

As long as you have a little iron on your head, you will inevitably die!

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

The familiar sound of the galloping war horse came from the hills, Murong He turned the horse's head, and fled without looking back, what victory or defeat, what capture and killing Luo's is just a joke, only to save his life is true.

The entire Hu army surrounding the hills collapsed almost in a short period of time, everyone was busy running for their lives, looking down from the sky, the Hu people fled in front, the poisonous smoke that was carried by the wind could not stop devouring people's lives in the back, behind the strong wind, it was the Luo's cavalry riding down, the cavalry in the front row kept swaying poison, and a gust of wind rolled it up and added it to the poisonous smoke.

Along the way, Luo's army didn't even make a move, and could only see the dying and struggling Hu people wailing on the ground everywhere, how many were there?

No one can count them, but they must be terrifying!

The two armies face each other, and there are usually not many people killed in battle, and it is much more difficult to collapse than to be completely annihilated, but the poisonous smoke is different, it is directly devoured piece by piece!

As long as the poisonous smoke is over, then no one will survive, this way of killing, looking at Luo's army, the scalp is numb, fortunately, this method is too demanding on the time, basically it can't be achieved, otherwise it's really terrible.

The black smoke is endless, but Luo's blood has an end, and after the complete collapse of the Hu people, the range of black smoke is getting bigger and more diluted, and the gust of wind finally stops.

The swords and bows in the hands of the Luo army never stopped, and the teams rushed to kill, and the bows and crossbows that fired in bursts played a great role in this kind of harvesting battlefield, and one by one the corpses fell, the sword qi roared, and the people roared and the horses neighed.

It is always said that the poor are not chasing.

But at this moment, Luo Chengzhi never shouted to stop, the horses under his crotch already felt tired, he had chased hundreds of miles, in the reckless grassland, this distance may not be nothing, but most of the cavalry marches are only more than a hundred miles.

On the hundred-mile grassland, countless corpses lay on the grassland, dying in different forms, most of them with horror on their faces.

Most of the horses were already difficult to march, and the war horses under Luo Chengzhi's command were of the highest quality, and he still kept moving forward, even if it was dark in the night sky, it couldn't stop him.

When the light shines on the hills, the tired Luo Chengzhi returns here, it is full of gunsmoke, the woods in the middle of the mountain are burned, the stones turn black, full of desolation and loneliness, in this kind of big pursuit, Luo's army will naturally have no casualties, the most casualties are probably chasing too fast, the horses stumble and fall.

Luo Chengzhi hurriedly walked up the mountain, the soldiers guarding the Luo family girl had not slept all night, his eyes were bloodshot, the hills in the early morning were slightly cold, his eyes fell on Luo Qingling at first glance, he didn't see his cousin.

His cousin had turned into light and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Luo Qingling leaned against the boulder, her eyes closed, her face pale, Luo Chengzhi walked cautiously and gently touched her cheek, which was very soft and cold.

He held Luo Qingling's body in his arms, hugged it hard, and said softly: "Sister, the Hu people have almost been wiped out, I have lived up to my expectations, I will kill more Hu people and kill them all." ”

200,000 people, annihilated on the grassland, like a myth, the Xianbei Murong Department was almost emptied by the First World War, withdrew from the stage of history, and the Tuoba Department also suffered heavy losses, waiting for them will be women and children being swallowed up by other tribes, and the Murong Department can be declared over.

Luo Chengzhi only felt a light in his arms, and the corpse began to turn into specks of light, and those who used artifacts turned into more light after death, Luo Chengzhi looked at Luo Qingling and gradually dissipated in front of his eyes, and couldn't help but roar loudly.

"Ahhh!!h

"Chengzhi, in addition to Qingling and Ah Cheng, Ah Ling also turned away."

Luo Chengzhi's roar froze, he hurriedly turned his head to look around, but he didn't see the figure He opened his mouth and wanted to vent, but there were only two lines of tears.

……

In the far Western Regions, Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo fled west with their only remaining personal soldiers and spirit soldiers after the fall of Tianjin City.

Facing the vast land of the Western Regions, the road ahead is confused, but Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo are both people with strong minds, especially now that this situation is expected by the two.

Back in time, when Sima Yi had not broken Luo Shui's oath, Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo found a slightly dilapidated temple as a place to live.

As for the monks in the temple, they voluntarily followed the reincarnation of the Buddha and Bodhisattva to rebel against the tyranny of Xianbei.

Zhao Yingluo was holding the child of the two in her arms, and this child did not follow the surname Luo Jialan, because he wanted to inherit the throne of the Zhao family in the future, although the current throne was in the hands of the Xianbei people.

Zhao Yingluo was gently coaxing him to sleep, Luo Jialan leaned on the bed and sat with her legs bent at will, and asked after thinking for a long time: "Yingluo, do you say that we will go in the direction where the Dayue clan once fled, or go in the direction of rest, there is fertile land there, if we can revive there, we can get the ability to fight with Xianbei." ”

Zhao Yingluo pondered for a moment when she heard this, and was about to speak, when Sima Yi violated Luoshui's oath, and Ji Lingjun began to launch that terrifying punishment.

The two of them fell silent for a moment.

After a long time, Luo Jialan laughed softly: "It seems that we don't need to go west, the family will not let go of this opportunity, the world will fight Hu, I am afraid it will start soon, Xianbei's power in the Western Regions will weaken rapidly, we will return to the Western Regions, contact those who are dissatisfied with the Xianbei people, and rely on our prestige to raise a large army to crusade against the Xianbei Hu people." ”

When the emperors of all countries began to jointly swear to crusade against the Hu people on the banks of Luoshui, Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo quietly sneaked back to the Western Regions and began to collect those horse bandits who were wandering among the countries of the Western Regions.

When the news of the world's war against Hu came, the two knew that the opportunity had come, and the Xianbei army originally stationed in the Western Regions began to recruit a large number of servant troops from the Western Regions to attack the border passes of Wei and bring them back to the grassland to participate in the fiercest war.

Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo immediately began to rise up in the rear after the Xianbei army left, after the Xianbei people entered the Western Regions, they naturally wanted to bring their own ruling order, as we all know, even the most moderate rule will definitely cause changes in interests.

After the Xianbei people entered the Western Regions, naturally the interests of a large number of Western Regions nobles were forced, except for those Western Regions nobles who had long taken refuge in the Xianbei people, the other nobles were more or less seized by the Xianbei people A lot of wealth and power.

These people are naturally quite dissatisfied with the Xianbei people, and they have to endure it when they have no ability to resist, but now the battle between Zhuxia and the Hu people is their opportunity.

After Luo Jialan and Zhao Yingluo met these people, the words they said were very simple, just a simple analysis for them.

"In the foreseeable history, have you ever seen the Han people in the Central Plains experience defeat? Have you ever seen the people of King Su lose in thousands of years of war? In thousands of years of war, who has disappeared in the end?

Could there be an exception now?

Have you forgotten the thunder that once enveloped everything?

Zhuxia, who has gods, how could he lose to the Hu people, there is a saying in Zhuxia, called people who can see the reality clearly, are the real heroes, you are all nobles of the Western Regions, you were canonized by Emperor Xiaowu of the Han Dynasty hundreds of years ago, for hundreds of years, you have been the people of King Su, only by continuing to follow the guidance of King Su's oracle, can you get all the rewards of King Su after death. ”

Coercion and inducement, from realistic analysis to promises of faith, basically all the tricks that can be used have been used.

Ji Zhao's faith has been hit hard after the Suwang Temple was burned down, and no new faith patch has yet been found to make up for it, but the prestige created by Zhuxia cannot disappear in a short period of time.

In the past hundreds of years, all the Xia forces led by the Han Dynasty have shown a strong force, which is really too outrageous, especially the Han Dynasty, the Xiongnu who once pressed the entire Western Regions to the breathless, were stabbed to death on the grassland by the Han Dynasty, that is really from Liaodong to Kangju, from Hetao to Mobei, everywhere is red blood.

All these nobles of the Western Regions are all witnesses, after all, the last blow to the Xiongnu was the Temple Army of the Western Regions led by the Wushuang Hou Luoshi, the ancestors of these nobles of the Western Regions are all on the coffin of the Xiongnu, the last nail is covered.

These people have been under the banner of Wushuang Marquis for hundreds of years, fighting side by side with Zhuxia for hundreds of years, and against the grassland for hundreds of years, whether it is from psychological identity, blood identity, or any other aspect, they are naturally close to Zhuxia, and in the face of Luo Jialan's lobbying, most nobles quickly agreed to Luo Jialan's request.

Not only these nobles, after the Xianbei people entered the Western Regions, they had already said that although the upper class had a deep degree of sinicization and etiquette, the Hu people at the bottom were still those habits of the law of the jungle, and they could be constrained by military law when they were fighting.

It can be said that soon after the Xianbei people entered the Western Regions, they made the people of the Western Regions feel bitter and Xianbei for a long time, and the people who resisted were endless, and Xianbei even needed compulsory conscription for the conscription of servant troops, and the original Suwang Temple, as long as the next letter of "Temple to the People of the Western Regions" was issued, countless troops were gathered, which was a huge gap in the prestige of the two sides.

After the entire Western Regions began to rise, Luo Jialan finally appeared in front of the Xianbei people again, and he summoned those nobles and righteous people who were willing to participate in the anti-Xianbei alliance.

"The grace of the Emperor Mengsu, the nobles of the cities of the Western Regions:

It has been more than 300 years since Emperor Su released the Western Regions from darkness, and the Western Regions have had light since then.

For 300 years, all nations and tribes have lived together here, and the world is rich and fertile, is there anything better than the Western Regions?

The Huns came with swords, and were finally killed by our ancestors, do you know what is recorded in the history of Zhaozhaoqing?

Then with the temple as the banner and the Han army as the banner, with 80 years of blood and tears, driving 4,000 miles of wind and frost, attacking and killing the royal court, the life of the Huns, and ending it on a sword. ’

What a magnificence!

What a magnificence!

What a glory this is!

Is it humanly tolerable that Xianbei is striking again today, destroying our people, destroying our cities and temples, killing our families, and even trampling on our faith?

Since King Su lowered his eyes, there has never been a time in the Western Regions that has been more gloomy than at this time.

Since King Su lowered his eyes, there has never been a time in the Western Regions that has been more bloody and lonely than this time.

Since King Su lowered his eyes, there has never been a time in the Western Regions that has been more like purgatory on earth than at this time.

This is something I cannot tolerate.

This is something that you will not tolerate.

This is intolerable to all the ancestors and heavenly gods.

Listen.

The gods of Taoism are pitiing all beings.

The bodhisattvas of Buddhism have made great wishes for great compassion.

Heaven and earth are spitting on Xianbei, if you don't raise your sword now, will you know how to resist when you are dying? ”

Luo Jialan's voice was extremely high, spread very far, all the amplification equipment was greatly transmitted, his words were full of emotion, his words touched the heartstrings, as soon as his words fell, endless voices sounded, and everyone responded to him.

Zhao Yingluo looked at him with a smile and said loudly: "Husband, you are the natural king!" ”

Luo Jialan felt all the cheers around him, and the strength of his whole body filled him, and he also smiled and said: "Yingluo, you will be the greatest king of the Western Regions, and even become the king of kings, I will be the great general who will charge for you, and I look forward to the day when I can use my identity as the high priest of the temple to crown you with the crown of the emperor." ”

Emperor!

This word made Zhao Yingluo shake his head for a moment, in the past many years, the emperor used to be equal to the dignity of the Son of Heaven, because there is only one emperor in the world, but now it is different, there are four emperors in the world, but this is still a noble title.

Zhao Yingluo was so smart that she immediately knew what Luo Jialan meant when she said that she used her status as the high priest of the temple to put on the emperor's crown for herself.

That was to restore the majesty of the temple and crown the temple with the prestige of the Lord of the Western Regions.

But Zhao Yingluo's eyes suddenly lit up, she thought of more things, if the emperor and the temple high priest were bound together, what kind of scene would it be?

Just thinking about it slightly, Zhao Yingluo trembled with excitement, she didn't believe that her husband would not think of this scene, she stared at Luo Jialan, but she could only see Luo Jialan's gentle smile.

"It's an attempt."

What attempt?

Zhao Yingluo felt that she knew, but there were some things that she didn't know very well, but now the two of them had more important things.

Luo Jialan took Zhao Yingluo's hand and said softly: "Yingluo, the time has come, I want to rebuild the temple army, and in a month, the temple army that was once invincible in the world will appear." ”

Zhao Yingluo was shocked again, and it took a month to rebuild the temple army.

Luo Jialan smiled slightly, "The key to the temple army is to select people, now with the support of the nobles of the Western Regions, we can choose people on a large scale, but with the current situation in the Western Regions, I am afraid that we can only build a thousand temple troops at most, compared to the peak of three thousand, it is naturally far from enough, but now the whole world is cutting Hu, what we need to face is not all Xianbei people, eight hundred, one thousand people, probably enough." ”

Of course it's enough!

Even if a thousand people can't get together, as long as there are eight hundred people, that is the sharpest combat power, after the Xianbei people vigorously recruited the young people of the Western Regions, and after taking away a large number of servant troops, what the Western Regions now lacks the most is a large number of instant combat power, as long as Luo Jialan can really train the temple army, he will have the power to fight!

Zhao Yingluo was still a little incredulous, the kind of army of the Temple Army, not to mention years of training, it was impossible to achieve it in a month no matter how she thought about it, but thinking back to her husband's various miracles, she still chose to believe it.

She knew that Luo Jialan would definitely not use the normal method of military training, maybe it would be like summoning those strong women, and suddenly use divine power to create an army.

Sure enough, it didn't surprise her, and the next moment, Luo Jialan took out an extremely complicated flag from her arms, embroidering the symbol of the temple army on the flag, as well as the mountains and rivers of the entire Western Regions, looking at it quite like a map of the Western Regions.

At this moment, the flag was constantly flickering, and there was a streamer around the perimeter of the flag, Luo Jialan held this flag in his hand, and began to outline in his mind the effect he wanted to achieve, as well as the launch of this flag.

[Luck point -100000, remaining luck points 2881799]

This sudden appearance of the huge essence shocked Luo Jialan for a moment, and then he was glad that fortunately he only planned to restore a thousand people, otherwise he would definitely use more essence.

After these backgrounds were filled with the banner, Luo Jialan knew that the remaining people were left, and the once invincible army would reappear on the land of the Western Regions.

Zhao Yingluo's face was full of horror, Luo Jialan touched her nose, and blood flowed down.

He smiled slightly, and said softly: "Yingluo, don't worry, it's just a long life, and you won't die." ”

Zhao Yingluo wiped it lightly for him, full of worry, but speechless.

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The battle of Pojunshan, the 200,000 Murong army surrounded it, the Luo army 20,000 stubbornly defended, the first battle of the Luo family, the wind Bo drum, Feng Bo, Xuanyuan Emperor Chen, Luo's World War II, the plague god, the plague god, the Taoist Buddha respected the god, the Murong army was defeated, all died, all the bones were white for hundreds of miles, it was a poisonous domain, and no one has been smoking. - "Strange Stories"

"Da Ming: The Sims, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed"

Brief introduction:

"Historical Records: Ming Benji": Use soldiers like gods, know people and make good use of them, create a prosperous era, and go far into the Han and Tang Dynasties. For thousands of years, there is only one person who can be called a saint, Zhu Hu.

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