Situ Yilan sighed in her heart, said goodbye to him, and led her mount to the bottom of the meadow.

The battle of the Seven Walls has ended, and the work of clearing the battlefield has been basically completed, and she is now going to lead the cavalry to continue deep into the grassland, following in the footsteps of Xu Chi, to make a final attack on the Golden Horde.

The war is over, and the killing has just begun.

She hoped that the world would not give Ning Que this opportunity again, but she had to continue to kill.

Leading the mount to the meadow, she couldn't help but look back, only to see that the morning sun was rising, Ning Que stood in the morning sun, the edge of her body glowed with golden light, looking a little sacred.

If she had the opportunity to see the picture of Ye Su's sanctification in the capital of the Song Kingdom, she might have linked the two, but unlike Ye Su, Ning Que stood in the light and stood herself in a shadow.

He was a little dim and not easy to see.

Situ Yilan suddenly sympathized with him.

Hundreds of thousands of people died because of his words, but he was so calm and didn't care - because he didn't find Sangsang, he no longer loved and hated this world, this kind of person is naturally the most terrible, but this kind of person is not the most pitiful, why does he live?

The Tang army set off, and Weicheng became quiet again.

Without the isolation of the formation master, the terrifying buzzing sound of countless mosquitoes and flies echoed in the sky and earth like wind and thunder, and occasionally there were dark clouds, and hundreds of vultures flew over with ugly cries under the clouds.

Ning Que didn't care about that. He had never seen so many corpses and blood in his life, but he had seen too many miserable and terrifying pictures of Cheng Dù like this, so much that he was tired of it.

He walked into the blood-soaked wasteland, looked down at the weeds congealed with blood under his feet, looked at the soil clumped by blood, and walked and pondered until he came to the mountain of human heads.

Contemplation and contemplation, not emotion, but carefully perceiving the breath in between-the powerful blood sacrifice formation of the Golden Horde National Master gave him some hints, it turns out that the power of the human world does not only come from the living, but also from the dead, what does he need to do if he wants to use these powers?

The field soaked in blood was trampled out of many footprints, and in the crackling sound, the footprints accumulated extremely shallow blood, extremely strong fishy intent, and a lot of resentment, until a clear trace was formed.

Ning Que walked on the field for three whole days, leaving many footprints.

If someone sits in the clouds at this time and looks at the grassland below, he should be able to see a very complex pattern, which is centered on Weicheng, with the head mountain as the dead hole, with the blood-stained wilderness that stretches for dozens of miles as the curtain, and his footprints as the lines, which is unimaginably complex.

This pattern is an extremely complex array, or rather, a very large symbol.

Then he left Weicheng and went to Kaiping. This time he had been meditating for a shorter time, and he had only walked for a day, because he had become much more proficient. Then, he went to Qucheng again, until he walked through all the seven walled cities, so there was an extremely complex blood array outside the seven walled cities......

If the person looking at the ground in the sky had flown farther and farther, he should have been able to see that the seven complex blood arrays were like seven ink dots, connected in a straight line.

The line was sloppy and haphazard, less like a complete stroke and more like the beginning of a stroke.

The seven extremely complex arrays are just ink dots, and the straight lines formed by the seven arrays are just the beginning of a stroke, so if this stroke is written completely, how long will it be? How magnificent will it be?

Before Ning Que wrote this stroke, no one would ever know.

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After arranging these seven large arrays, Ning Que returned to Weicheng.

Weicheng was still silent, only the big black horse and the broken chariot were waiting for him.

The big black horse walked up to him, not revealing the joy of reuniting after a long absence, because it clearly felt Ning Que's exhaustion and sensed his true thoughts, so he lowered his head.

Ning Que stretched out his hand and gently ** its neck.

It's not that he's comforting it, it's comforting him in this way.

Countless steppe people were killed, blood watered the grassland, all the sins and notoriety, just to write that stroke, for the greatest uneasiness in his heart.

That faint fear and uneasiness, like a whip, kept whipping his body, causing a sharp pain in his soul and making him more and more anxious.

He was in a hurry to leave Weicheng and go south, because he didn't find her in Weicheng.

"I can't find her...... The Lord and the elder brother, as well as the drunkards, should not have found her yet, but I must find her, so I would like to ask you to help me. ”

Ning Que looked at the black donkey in the broken chariot and asked very seriously.

The black donkey was silent for a while, unconsciously pulling the grapes on the plate with his front hooves, even if he was as arrogant and lazy as he was, he knew very well that the important surname of this matter, its former owner, died at her hands.

The unpleasant rattling sound resounded in the wilderness outside Weicheng.

After receiving the promise of the black donkey, Ning Que's mood finally relaxed a little, he turned over and rode on the big black horse, gently pinched the horse's belly, and only heard a cheerful neigh, and black lightning reappeared between heaven and earth.

On the field, a straight line appeared, straight to the guide.

Heaven and earth are grasslands, and he is a wild horse, constantly searching.

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Compared with the northern grasslands where the war dragged on, the Central Plains was not peaceful, and there was a lot of smoke everywhere.

The cavalry of the Xiling Temple led by Long Qing, with the full cooperation of the Yan State, went all the way to the Tang army in the northern camp of Xizhen, all the way into the wasteland, helping the remnants of the Left Tent Royal Court, and struggling to support under the strong attack of the desolate people.

After the Xiling Temple completely controlled the Southern Jin Dynasty, it ordered the Southern Jin Dynasty's army to also divide into two routes. **Hai personally led the cavalry of the temple, and the mighty army of the Southern Jin Dynasty was planning to attack the Great River Country on the other side, and the rumors on both sides of the Great River became sharper, and the former subordinates of the Ruling Temple who were loyal to Ye Hongyu were carrying out bloody and terrifying assassinations in the territory of the Xiling Divine Kingdom and the Southern Jin Dynasty, trying to slow down the southward pace of the coalition army.

The truly bloody battles did not take place on these battlefields, but in many inconspicuous places: for example, a small inconspicuous county town, such as a dilapidated Taoist temple in a certain town, such as a fishing village by the sea, such as an iron mine on the bank of the Fuchun River in Qinghe County, these places have the most deaths.

This is because the spread of Protestantism is rooted in poverty and anger, so naturally it is from these places that the Xiling Temple's ** of Protestantism is naturally also carried out here in the bloodiest.

After Ye Su's death, the Protestant voice was severely suppressed, but it didn't take too long, with the secret support of the Tang Kingdom, it regained its life, and even had a feeling of rebirth.

Chen Pipi has long since left Chang'an, inheriting the legacy of his senior brother, preaching everywhere, silently but firmly implementing the established policy, and vowing to rule the world by the old Daomen.

Without any hesitation, the disciples of the gate who were hidden in various places accepted the leadership of Chen Pipi, respected the ancestor Ye Su as a saint, and regarded Chen Pipi as the pope, and began to launch a full-scale offensive against the old world.

The spread of Protestantism in the world is in full swing.

Xiling Temple to the Protestant **, such as mountains and seas, the grace of God is not given, and it has its own divine power and solemn horror.

There is a building in the official office of the small county town has been scorched, it is said that the fire was lit by Protestant thugs a few days ago, but the fire is a little strange, obviously the county town has not rained for many days, the air is extremely dry, but the fire has not spread, only a remote wing room was burned down, but there was a pregnant maid in the wing.

More than a dozen Protestant believers were escorted to the only Taoist temple in the county, and in front of the people of the county, they were burned at the stake, and after a while, they were burned to charred corpses.

-- It was noticed that the Protestant believers had such anger and despair in their eyes, and they were speechless in the flames! Many people knew about the relationship between the maid and the magistrate, and the uncle of the lady of the magistrate was a priest in the Taoist temple, and the lady was very jealous......

In a fishing village on the shore of the East China Sea, more than 20 Protestants were tied to death by men loyal to the patriarch and deacons sent by the priests of the state city for the same absurd reason, and then tied down with heavy stones...... With a palpitating pop, these Protestants were sunk into the sea and turned into wretched souls.

In front of the dilapidated Taoist hall in a certain town, the priest who was pushed to the wall by the crowd and thus injured his forehead, looked at those angry people, his pale cheeks were full of killing intent, his eyes were full of vicious flames, and he shouted: "Whoever dares not to pay the money, these people will be your fate!"

Seven cavalry members of the Xiling Temple in armor stood indifferently at the foot of the stone steps of the Dao Temple, condescending to look at the angry but unrebellious people, in front of their horses, the corpses of more than a dozen people lay in a pool of blood.

Compared to these murderous places, Qinghe County is much calmer, and there are still many people here, especially young people, and Protestantism is spreading very quickly in the shadows, but at least on the surface it seems to be peaceful, or because Yokogi and his army are here.

This does not mean that Yokoki Liren is very merciful, nor does it mean that the blood surnames of the people of Qinghe County were all broken before the more than 100,000 coalition troops, but because the killing has started in advance, and the blood has been shed too much, so there is peace.

The tens of thousands of miners who first rebelled in the iron mines on the banks of the Fuchun River were killed, and many Protestants in Yangzhou City and the suburbs of the city were also killed.

There were originally many green trees on both sides of the straight official road leading to the north outside Yangcheng Prefecture, and at this time in late spring and early summer, it should have been lush and verdant, but it was not the case, because almost every road tree hung the body of a rebel, and the green leaves with the smell of rancid smell withered, and the picture looked extremely terrifying.

Both sides of the Fuchun River are also shrouded in terror, and there are corpses hanging between the small bridges with beautiful lines, blood and indescribable juice flowing from those stiff feet, falling into the river and stream, the water that was once extremely clear and has nurtured the Qinghe people for countless years, has become bloody, and the smell is extremely unpleasant.

The beautiful and quiet Qinghe County has become what it is now, the once lively Yangzhou City, everyone is on the road, dead and depressed, those nobles who remember their homeland thousands of years ago and are bent on leaving the Tang Kingdom, looking at the current picture, will they regret their decision?

Even if they regret it, they have nothing to do.

The current Qinghe County has been completely controlled by the cavalry of the Xiling Temple and the army of the Southern Jin Dynasty, especially after Hengmu Liren showed his iron-blooded skills and unimaginably powerful strength, no one dared to disagree.

A god chariot, slowly walking on the straight street of Yangzhou City, came to the quiet lake, all the people who saw this chariot knelt on the ground, expressing their awe of Haotian, a little farther away in the streets, more people closed the doors and windows as quickly as possible, for fear of being seen by anyone.

In the veil of ten thousand weights, Yokogi Liren looked seren, with an innocent look on his immature cheeks, even when he saw the corpses of sinners on the shore of the lake who had been pierced by wooden stakes.

He really didn't care about the bloody images.

Because these pictures were originally caused by him.

He believes that since he is the son of Haotian, he has the power to rule the world, and whoever dares to go against his will should die.

The lake breeze struck lightly, and the veil shook slightly.

The faint scent of flowers, mixed with the faint smell of blood, passed through the veil and came to the tip of his nose.

He took a deep breath, looking innocent and intoxicated, so he seemed cruel.

Either because the lake breeze was a little cold, or because he inhaled too deeply, he suddenly coughed, and two abnormal blushes welled up on his face, looking a little painful.

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(I wish you all a happy work tomorrow ^^...... (To be continued.) )