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In a remote corner, Wang Po wiped the muddy water off his face, squinted his eyes at the hill, and naturally recognized that it was Xiao Zhang's kite.

Didn't the kite shatter on the walls of the old city of Snow a few days ago?

That kite used to be tied to a person, but today it is tied to a painting.

The painting is very huge, more than ten zhang wide and high, gently swaying with the wind, like wheat waves, but the scenery on the canvas is not affected, very clear.

Looking at that painting, the Fei Dian Divine General, who had just been rescued by a cinnabar pill, gradually focused his out-of-focus eyes and became extremely sharp.

The three old men of a grain team in the southern wilderness squinted their eyes at the same time, giving rise to endless memories.

At the head of the old city, in the shadows of the palace, the black robe had his hands wrapped in his sleeves, and a mocking smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

They had all seen the scene in the painting.

It is not a beautiful temple that can only be found in the world.

The lineage of Buddhism has been interrupted for countless years.

The incense of Garan Temple continued long afterward.

Until a thousand years ago, it was finally destroyed in the flames of war.

The demons invaded, Luoyang was besieged for three months, the population of the city was three-tenths, the people suffered heavy casualties, and a total of 60 million people were killed.

I don't know how much civilization has been destroyed like Garan Temple.

The so-called romance is all burned.

This painting depicts the burning of Garan Temple.

Nowadays, there are very few people who have seen Garanji with their own eyes, but there are many people who have seen the image of Garanji in books, and there are many people who know the story.

As for the siege of Luoyang, it is a humiliation and tragedy that all human beings cannot forget.

The huge painting hanging in the sky is very well drawn, lifelike, as if it were real.

Looking at the flames in the painting, the soldiers seemed to be able to hear the painful crunch of the building as it was about to fall.

There were many other faces in that painting, painful, distorted, confused, numb, and eventually these people died, died in that fire.

Seeing that painting, the soldiers on the front line once again wanted to understand a simple truth.

That's history.

That's where anger comes from.

That's why we're now under the snow old town.

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As the painting and its message spread through the barracks, a conjecture also spread.

Legend has it that back then, the painter Saint Wu Daozi painted murals in the Garan Temple all the year round, so is it possible that he painted this one?

Now the entire continent already knows that Wu Daozi is not dead, he is traveling with someone all over the world.

If Wu Daozi comes, does it mean ...... That one is here too?

Thinking that a legendary figure like Wang Zhice might appear on the front line at any time, the morale of the Terran army was greatly boosted.

In contrast, the morale of the demon race suddenly dropped a lot, and it was even more exaggerated than the ascension on the human side.

For the Terran army, the influence brought by Shang Xingzhou and Wang Zhice is about the same. For the Demon Race, it is completely different, they may not know who the current Terran Emperor is, nor do they know Chen Changsheng, they don't know that Shang Xingzhou is the teacher of the Terran Emperor and Chen Changsheng, but they definitely know who Wang Zhice is.

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Twilight.

The setting sun stains the snowy old town in the west.

Half of the city seemed to be on the verge of burning.

Suddenly, between the walls and the fields below the city, countless fanatical shouts rang out.

The words of the shout sounded like gurun wood.

Many Terran soldiers were able to understand some simple demon words, especially the meaning of this word, and they would not forget it.

When the demon soldiers frantically slaughtered and wanted to exchange their lives for their lives, when they were surrounded on the top of the mountain and finally committed suicide, they would shout this word.

This word means Emperor of God.

The Demon Lord has finally appeared.

Chen Changsheng took the clairvoyant mirror in the hand of the King of Linghai and looked at the old city of Xue.

Today's air is exceptionally clean, and the light of the setting sun does not affect the view, and I can barely see the picture of the city.

Although it was a little vague, Chen Changsheng still recognized the face that he hadn't seen for many years.

Compared to when he was in White Emperor City, the Demon Lord was much calmer, and his expression was more majestic.

Looking at the Demon Lord's deliberately grown beard, Chen Changsheng thought of Tang Thirty-Six, and then saw the Demon Lord's Demon Horn.

It stands to reason that the Demon Lord, as a royal family, does not have magic horns, but he made two of them, and decorated them, which is extremely exaggerated.

Obviously, this is a method used to win the emotions of middle and low-class demons.

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The merchant boat arrived.

The Demon Lord appeared.

This means that the final decisive moment is approaching.

For the demons, if they can guard the old snow city until the cold winter comes, of course, it is the best way. But they had no way to solve the problem of grain and grass, which was exactly the same situation that Luoyang City faced back then. Even if they slaughtered the population themselves and minimized the non-military population, there would be no way to solve the rations of the hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors outside the city.

Moreover, the Terran army will not leave them with the remains of any comrades.

The time and place are favorable, and now it seems that the demons have the advantage, and the human race has the people, as for the time......

The recent snowfall seems to indicate that the Heavenly Dao favors the demons more, but the time of the decisive battle is determined by the human race.

So who will emerge victorious in this war?

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It's been another morning.

The wilderness outside the old town of Snow is quiet, as if it has not woken up.

The sound of the horn sounded suddenly.

And so the whole world woke up.

All life in this world is waiting for this moment.

Maybe no one was able to really fall asleep last night.

The main wolf cavalry of the demon race launched a fierce attack on the eastern route army of the human race.

The black dirt on the field was swept away and rained down, and everywhere there was the sound of weapons clashing, muffled snorts and howls, and the sound of formations activating.

The Eastern Route Army struggled to withstand the onslaught of the demons, and finally gained a rare free time in the afternoon.

The battalion issued an urgent order to the front line, asking the frontmost team to retreat as soon as possible and complete the rotation with the reserve cavalry.

Feathered arrows flew in the sky, suppressing the opposing spearmen and providing cover for their own side.

All the processes were going well, but somewhere they got into trouble.

The 3rd Northern Battalion, which had been at the forefront since the beginning of the war, refused to retreat.

Because Guan Feibai did not listen to military orders.

He was not the commander of the North Third Battalion, but he was a disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect and the strongest in the team.

At the beginning, he and his two junior brothers ventured to the cliff and were the first to arrive in the old snow city.

The entire North Third Battalion now only listens to Guan Feibai's words.

The reason why Guan Feibai is reluctant to retreat is also very simple.

His junior brother Liang Banhu died, and Guan Bai also died trying to rescue them.

He's already red-eyed.

At the most tense moment, accompanied by a crane chirping, Xu Yourong came to the venue.

Guan Feibai held the sword, squinted his eyes, looked at her, his voice was hoarse and low to the extreme, like a beast that had not drunk water for many days.

"Senior sister, don't persuade me. ”

His squinted eyes were bloodshot.

Xu Yourong knew that he seemed to be rational and spoke in an orderly manner, but in fact he was crazy and could not be persuaded.

"I remember that Senior Brother Akiyama should have prepared a bag for you. ”

Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and said, "You should take it apart and take a look." ”

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(Mom will start the next course of chemotherapy tomorrow, I hope everything goes well, and there will definitely be less time to write in the next period, but don't worry, I have saved some manuscripts in the past ten days, and I will try to keep changing, and it looks like I should be able to do it, thank you.) ）