Sure enough, Shi Yu really had a certain impact on the attack speed of the Northern Regions. However, because the cliff was too steep and there was not enough place to store the stones, the stone rain did not last long and ended quickly.

I don't know how many Northern Regions troops there are stones, but King Yan knows. Just when the people in the Northern Regions thought that there were still stones and tried to dodge by all means, the Yan army rushed up and took advantage of the information gap to surprise the Southern Expeditionary Army of the Northern Regions who had not yet reacted.

In close combat, there are all kinds of strange attacks: stabbing the buttocks, stabbing the side of the waist, chopping the legs of horses...... There are even those who take the opportunity to snatch the food hanging on the horses. Anyway, now the army in the Northern Regions has been stunned by the bloody nature of the Yan army, and even the strength to resist is much less.

In the eyes of the Northern Regions and the Southern Expeditionary Army, there is no excitement at the beginning, no fighting spirit when the great life appears, and no arrogance when the high priest appears. One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. In their eyes, there is only a calm like stagnant water.

Although he is not afraid of war, he is war-weary. The conquest of the Eastern Regions was not as simple as they thought. Even if the Thousand Machine Fort severely damaged the Wild Wolf Squad, even if the Yan Hou at that time uncharacteristically insulted their envoy from body to mind. They have their own dignity, and they want to reclaim the brilliance that belongs to their faces, and to reclaim the honor that should belong to the Northern Regions.

But they forgot that the Eastern Regions also had their persistence. They worked hard to promote the "Kyushu Plan" just to avoid the war for the next few hundred years and let future generations live in peace. They drove out the greedy Northern Envoys, just to give this country that was struggling to survive a little more human blood.

After the polishing of blood and tears, the Yan State lost the northern border, and the Southern Expeditionary Army lost the will to fight.

When the will to fight is not there, even if the vast end of the world is in the bag. As soon as the thought turned, it vanished.

"Collect the troops!" The Great Commander ordered, and then explained to the High Priest who controlled the Great Order's body and put on a puzzled expression. "Either you make a move, or you withdraw your troops. I don't think it's better to withdraw than to be slaughtered unilaterally. ”

"Humph! Are you willing? ”

"I'm not reconciled. But there is a good saying: stay in the green mountains, don't worry about running out of firewood. Everyone is dead, and there is no point in continuing to fight. Then even give them more luck to make them stronger. If they don't want to fight, there's no point. ”

"Humph! The people of the Northern Regions are really getting weaker and weaker. I really don't know how someone like you got into this position? You shouldn't be scared of being beaten! ”

The Great Priest did not speak, but he knew that the High Priest would not give up.

"Since most of the Northern Regions have been mobilized, why don't you fight to the death? Are you worthy of the warriors who have died? Since you asked me to come out, why did you leave? Is there anything that this High Priest has not been able to do over the years? ”

"So, you want to fight to the death?"

"Humph! I should be glad that I occupied your body, otherwise with your guts, I am afraid that I would have already transferred troops and ran away! ”

"High Priest, you can ignore my life or death, but you can't ignore those warriors! They have contributed to the southern expedition, but it doesn't mean that they can be killed by the Yan army in a daze like just now! Don't forget—you're the High Priestess, but I'm the Great Commander of the North! Don't forget, you used to be the great life of the Northern Regions! What is a great fate? What a great life! ”

"Shut up! I am the High Priest, how can I be called by you so freely? I, the people of the Northern Regions, fight in all directions. Although the Three Regions do not recognize my Northern Regions, who dares to regard my Northern Regions as nothing? Today, the warriors of the Northern Regions are just as weak as you are. You should give me an account! ”

Da Ming was laughed at angrily, and gave an explanation to this old immortal, why? I believe that the high priest also knows that after each great priest takes office, the person he wants to kill the most is not a family feud or a person who competes with him for the position of great life, but the high priest.

Why is it that it is the high priest who is admired for his hard work? What made the previous great orders even more unbearable was that the high priest was also a great life.

"I've been on top for so long, I can't even fight." After the Great Destiny said the same thing as King Yan, he stopped talking.

But the high priest scoffed at the words of the great commandment. He walked out of the tent and looked at the army assembled in front of him, and raised his right hand to retract the power of luck that had been released earlier. He was annoyed when he saw the lifeless warriors, and he led them to fight in all directions and was invincible. Now these people can't even take the northern border of the Eastern Regions?

Morale is almost none, can you bring the troops back? If it were a big deal, he would have done it. After all, he is not alone in the Northern Regions, so many heroes have been lost here, if other tribes attack in the future, can he only be a lamb in vain?

The Northern Regions are developed by people, and when people are gone, how can they play? But didn't the high priest know that he was right to do so? He knew, but he cared more about something else than that.

The reason why he has been able to live until now is because of the trust and faith of the people of the Northern Regions, and with their blessings of luck, he can live for more than 700 years. When a person is greedily immersed in the beauty of life, how can he be willing to usher in real death one day?

He wanted to live.

So he could not go back, for the news of the arrival of the high priest had already spread. If the news of the high priest's defeat was brought back, would he still be the same heaven in the eyes of those fools? Is he still the high priest who can do everything? Can he be forgiven by the herdsmen and continue to be their faith?

No, I can't.

So how could he go back empty-handed? Even if the hard bone of the Eastern Regions is really difficult to gnaw, he has to come up with something of his own merit, so that he has a reason to put all the losses on the great life, and he is still the high priest who is admired by everyone.

But what can these dejected armies do in front of them? They may not be able to do anything, but he can.

The High Priest raised his hand, drawing the power of luck from the warriors.

"High Priest! What are you doing! Stop it! Sensing the high priest's intentions, the Great Commander hurriedly stopped.

But the high priest was unmoved.

"Stop! Stop! Are you crazy! "The Great Destiny wants to take back control of the body, but the power of the High Priest's luck is so strong that the Great Destiny's resistance is like tickling.

"Run! Run! Don't be stunned. Come on! Seeing that the resistance was ineffective, the Great Commander simply cut off the trouble, so he shouted at the stunned warriors below.

The warriors were unmoved, they didn't seem to think that the High Priest would harm them, and even if they did, they probably thought it was worth it.

After a while, some warriors finally realized that something was wrong, and the strength in their bodies was getting less and less—some of them couldn't even support their basic standing.

"High Priest, can I go back and see my children?" A warrior raised his head and asked such a question, obviously, after the reminder of his fate and the changes in his body, he also realized what he was going to face next.

The warrior's words were like throwing a pebble into the calm surface of a pond, the water did not rise significantly, but it blocked the ripples in the circle.

"High Priest, can I go back? My kid is coming out. ”

"High priest, there is only one girl in my family, if something happens to me, how should they live!"

"High priest, the sky has changed, and I have to drive the sheep to a place where there is grass. Otherwise, in the coming year, the sheep will starve to death, what will we eat? ”

"High Priest, ...... Now"

"High Priest, I ......"

"High Priest ......"

……

"High Priest, I don't want to fight, I want to go home!"

No matter how they expressed their needs, the High Priest remained unmoved, and he intensified his efforts to extract the luck of the warriors until they all fell one by one.

"Ask yourself, are you worthy to be this high priest?" For a long time, Da Ming said with difficulty such a question, which he was unable to return to.

"Why don't you deserve it?" The High Priest sneered, "It wasn't me who siphoned off their luck. It's you, fate! Did anyone see that I did it? Does anyone see it? It's clear that you're doing the action the whole time, and you're ignoring their demands and taking the luck of the warriors, while telling them to run. ”

Da Ming didn't speak.

"Hypocrisy! You're the most hypocritical life I've seen in years. Will your own body be out of your control? It's clear that you want to do this, but I can't persuade you no matter how much I persuade you. You only care about the victory you yearn for, and you don't care about the safety of the warriors! You still ask me if I am worthy to be a high priest? I tell you, am you worthy if I am not worthy to be a high priest? What about you? Don't talk about fate, you don't even deserve a thousand lengths! ”

Da Ming still didn't speak.

"Even if you are defeated, you will return to the Northern Regions. I'm still the High Priest, and you, Great Destiny? Oh, at that time, you were a waste that was not as good as a pig and a dog, a thief that everyone shouted and beaten! ”

Da Ming still didn't speak.

"Victory is mine."

……

A glimmer of heaven.

At this time, Yan Wang and the others, who were reorganizing the army, did not realize that the length of the first line of heaven was slowly shortening.

"Huh?" After a long while, Mr. Su suddenly opened his eyes and stood up suddenly.

"What's the matter, you haven't recovered yet, sit down." Doctor Magpie pressed Mr. Su down, "All of you in Huaigu are like this, and you have injuries on your body and want to run around with joy." ”

"No, don't you feel anything is wrong?" Mr. Su's question reminded the surrounding masters, and they all looked around.

Mo Qianji looked at the fragments of the Thousand Machine Pillar at the mouth of the valley and fell into deep thought.

King Yan also noticed this, as the master of Yan Kingdom, he had been on the front line during this time, how could he not know what was wrong?

"The whole army obeys the order! Push south! ”

It's a pity that it's still late, King Yan has just given the order, and the Yan army hasn't reacted yet. The first line of heaven is gone.

It's really gone...... A line of heaven shook the mountain and shattered into stones of different sizes, and flew into the air one after another, pouring like a torrential rain towards the fleeing Yan army.

"A Thousand Machines of Ink, a Castle of a Thousand Machines!" Mo Qianji didn't dare to hide it, and directly sacrificed the stunt of pressing the bottom of the box, and the fragments of the Qianji pillar in the distance and the one in his hand turned into fragments that were difficult to see with the naked eye, shrouding the top of Yan Jun's head, blocking Shi Yu's attack.

"The cultivation of agriculture, the towering tree barrier!" Mr. Xing, who had always been indifferent, also changed his face at this time. He sowed a few seeds, and the seeds instantly turned into a towering tree, using its thick trunk and branches to stop the boulder rain.

Mr. Su also wanted to use the meaning of vertical and horizontal, but was interrupted by the Magpie Divine Doctor on the grounds of the wounded and sick.

"Wang Zhiyanyi, the dome of Sheji!" King Yan saw that the boulder rain was almost falling, and expelled all the remaining boulders to no man's land with a generous hand that was not inferior to the first two.

The crisis cleared, and the people of the Eastern Regions looked towards the mouth of the valley, where there seemed to be a man standing in the snow and dust.

"High Priest." The snow dust dissipated, and King Yan and the others saw the person's appearance clearly, and secretly took a breath of cool air.

Strong, too strong...... At least that trick just now, King Yan couldn't do it.

The High Priest seemed to regain the momentum he had when he first appeared on the scene, turning into a large stone that pressed on everyone's hearts.

The high priest grinned, just like when he first saw King Yan and them, he waved his big hand violently, and King Yan and they flew backwards like kites with broken strings.

Not to mention those Yan Jun, it was like a handful of rice in his hand that was scattered, just flew up, fell down heavily, and fell into a piece of meat puree.

The original front line of heaven as a fortress of war has completely turned into purgatory on earth. There were dead bodies and minced flesh everywhere. Blood flowed into rivers, and the stench gathered into a gale. It flows in everyone's mind and blows everyone's heart.

"Eastern Regions, mine! Victory, mine! The High Priest frantically raised his hands, "I am the High Priest!" I'm the day! I am, God! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! ”

The high priest looked at King Yan and the others who were covered in blood, and said unscrupulously: "You have lost everything, you will eventually surrender to me, don't be fearless in resistance!" It's useless! Hahaha! Surrender to your Heavens as soon as possible! Hahaha! ”

After laughing enough, the high priest looked at the unmoved King Yan and the others: "Come here!" Why are you stunned? Yes...... Belch? ”

The high priest saw a very incredible scene: the defenders of the Yan Kingdom, who had been broken into pieces, were reassembled into a complete flesh and blood, they could move freely, and they could smile at themselves!

They're smiling at me......

How can it be? It's impossible! How can a dead person, a person who is still dead like that, still come back to life!

The high priest felt that what was in front of him could not be true. Could it be that there were too many people dying on the other side that caused the other side to hallucinate, and then this hallucination was transmitted to him!

So how do you know if it's an illusion, it's very simple, just kill it again!

The high priest condensed into a big hand again, and waved it again, intending to repeat the old trick.

"Smack!" The big hand was blocked by a pillar of golden light.

"Who?"

"It's a pleasure to have friends from afar." A figure emerged from the clouds in mid-air. The golden pillar of light came from him.

"The Sacred Will of Confucianism! Saint of the Eastern Regions! Everyone realized who was coming, but only King Yan had a calm face, as if he had already known about it.

When the high priest saw that he could not take the saint, he simply dispersed his big hand and asked playfully, "Is this how you treat your friends?" Have you used the holy will of Confucianism before you met? ”

"Of course not!" The saint laughed, "It's a pity, you're not!" ”