The old Taoist, who was covered in blood, opened Chu Zheng's hand, twisted his waist and screamed and groaned miserably, saying that the pain all over his body was unbearable, I am afraid that these hundred and ten catties of flesh and bones, now there is no inch of good meat, and I am afraid that if I move a little, I am afraid that it will be broken like a vase.

Chu Zheng's eyes began to redden, and tears were about to fall uncontrollably.

He now regretted it, feeling that he was really not a son of man, and he had slandered the old Taoist for being cowardly and unreliable! In fact, his master was the bravest person, and when everyone attacked the city lord's mansion, if he hadn't restrained the Kammu Cuo, he didn't know how many people would have died, and whether the battle would have been successful.

Thinking about it like this, Chu Zheng made up his mind that he must honor his master well in the future, although he always loves to drink, although he always uses all kinds of plausible truths to bewitch himself, so that he can obediently sell soup cakes to buy him yellow soup.

But at the critical moment, he saw the true character of the hero, the master deserves to do it himself, now he is so seriously injured, he is about to die, and he just wants to eat a bowl of soup cakes, and he does not have the luxury of big fish and meat, he is really the best master in the world!

Chu Zheng almost couldn't help but kneel down for his master.

But at this time, a deafening rumbling sound came from the long sky, and King An's voice sounded like thunder, so Chu Zheng was stunned to see that his master, who had just said that he was going to die, jumped up from the ground like an ape, raised the head of the wrong person in his hand, and roared towards the sky with a momentum like a tiger: "Disciple of Bailu Cave, Liu Baifu, willing to help King An!"

At the same time, Chu Zheng heard Zhang Xun's dying shouts, and saw Zhang Chang'an, who was holding Zhang Xun, raised his head and cried: "The Zhang family of Jincheng County, Zhang Chang'an, I am willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"

Chu Zheng's blood rushed to his head in an instant, and he didn't care about complaining about his master, so he looked up to the sky and shouted when he half-knelt on the ground: "Disciple of White Deer Cave, Chu Zheng, I am willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"

In the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, the corpses were mutilated, some of the intestines hung under the eaves, some of the broken legs rested on the windowsill, and some of the heads rolled down the corners of the wall, and the gradually solidified brown blood pool was paved into a carpet.

The iron plate lying on the corpse of a Tibetan man suddenly raised his trembling fingers with difficulty, and his voice was like a mosquito fly: "Tsing Yi Yamen, Feng Er, willing to help...... His Royal Highness King An!"

A Tsing Yi swordsman who was sitting in front of the door of the hanging flowers, hanging his head, and the blood line at the corner of his mouth dripping a drop of blood from time to time, suddenly raised his head as if he had woken up from a big dream.

In front of the wrong room, Granny Zheng, who was stuffing her intestines back into her single belly and sewing her bloody belly for herself, was suddenly startled, and suddenly raised her head and stood up, not afraid of the intestines falling out again.

In the dark flower bed behind the shadow wall, a bloody hand with three broken fingers suddenly stretched out.

In the courtyards of the City Lord's Mansion, along the paths, behind the rockeries, beside the lake, and in the gardens, there were more or less men, standing up, looking up at the blue light sword under the black clouds, with a look of awe.

"Tsing Yi Yamen, Lu ...... City, I would like to help His Royal Highness King An!"

"Tsing Yi Yamen, Zheng Fu, I am willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"

"Jincheng County, Ma Liu, I would like to help His Royal Highness King An!"

"Jincheng County, Han Jin, I would like to help His Royal Highness King An!"

"Shen Youcai, I am willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"

"Qin San, I would like to help His Royal Highness King An!"

“...... May I help His Royal Highness King An!"

Inside and outside the City Lord's Mansion, among the countless people who looked up at the sky, shouts sounded one after another, and suddenly converged into an incomparably loud crowd, with all kinds of names mixed in.

Almost at the same time, in all the districts of Jincheng County, in the streets and alleys, and in countless houses, people kept running out, and from time to time people got up from the cold and bloody ground, looked up at Changtian, looked frightened or awe-inspiring or reverent, but from the heart, shouted out the voice of wishing to help King An.

On the street outside Funing Fang, twenty or thirty toddler old men who were supporting each other and were walking towards the City Lord's Mansion stopped one after another, and they raised the bloody long knives in their hands and let out an old but unyielding roar.

"Zhang Zhongli, willing to help King An!"

"Zhang Donglai, willing to help King An!"

"Zhou Dawei, willing to help King An!"

"Qian Chengkun, willing to help King An!"

“...... May I help King An!"

The entire Jincheng County, in the wave after wave of shouts, has completely become a burning ocean and a boiling volcano! In the bursts of gathered human voices, the four words "Willing to Help King An" are superimposed layer by layer, overwhelming, and deafening!

It's not just Jincheng County that is burning.

Hezhou City, floating in the air, Song Jiao, who was blowing the jade flute, looked away from the fiery state city, looked at the long sky in the east, a hundred miles away, there was a line of blue light through the sky, "Tsing Yi Yamen, Song Jiao, willing to help King An!"

In the city under her feet, countless swordsmen in Tsing Yi and Han people shouted in unison: "May I help King An!"

In Shimen Mountain, Li Wenwen, who was walking in the ruins, suddenly stopped the pace of searching for the living mouth of the Moon God Sect, and pointed the machete behind him at the northern sky, shouting with shining eyes: "Datang, Li Wenwen, I am willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"

Behind her, inside and outside the temple that had just been destroyed, and even on the mountain road, the dense Han men and women felt the blood boiling in their hearts, and raised their heads at the same time, "May I help King An!"

Liu Xiaohei rushed out of Tanshui Village, with a team of Tsing Yi Yamen, leaving the village where there were no Tubo monks, and running to the next target, suddenly, he stopped, raised the straight knife in his hand, and shouted to the north: "Tang Dynasty, Liu Xiaohei, willing to help His Royal Highness King An!"

First, the Tsing Yi Yamen behind him, and the Tanshui Village behind him, burst out one after another with firecracker-like shouts: "May I help King An!"

In Lianggong County, Danzhou, Zhao Poyu immediately took the streets of the city, in front of him was a soldier who killed the stubborn Tubo warriors like a tide, and behind him was the Han family erlang who was carrying a hoe and sickle, following the army and roaring forward.

The eight-character thunder sounded overhead, and all the soldiers and sons who were not fighting raised their heads one after another. Zhao Poyu's eyes widened, he pulled out the horizontal knife at his waist, and yelled at the sky: "Shence Army, Zhao Poyu, willing to help King An!"

As the sergeants punched their chests and roared in unison, white, green, and red air currents rose from the top of their heads, and half of the sharp arrows flew towards the invisible green light in the sky.

In Minzhou City, Hu Xiaoya ran out of the door, jumped and shouted in the courtyard with her little fist: "Hu Xiaoya, I am willing to help King An!"

Twelve prefectures in Hexi, dozens of counties, countless mountains, villages, and lands, thousands of voices are willing to help King An, truly making this side of the mountains and rivers shake the mountains and shake, and the world is discolored.

On this night, Hexi was destined to burn.

In the burning ocean, the luck of thousands of people, like a meteor rising into the sky against the trend, from various directions, over the green mountains, over the green water, over the forests, over the Qianmo, over the mountain villages, one after the other, the cities, scrambling to converge to the cyan pillar of light over Lanzhou.

Hundreds of ships competing for the current, thousands of sails racing, thousands of rivers entering the sea, no matter how majestic the rhetoric, no matter how deep the description of the mountains, is not enough to describe the shocking scene in Hexi tonight.

History will record this scene, and in the future, countless people will imagine this scene across time and space with full of enthusiasm.

......

The sword in Li Ye's hand is no longer the sword of the Son of Heaven, but the sword of the sky. Although the cyan pillar of light was only one beam, and although the diameter was only a hundred zhang, after breaking through the thick black clouds tumbling on the firmament, there was no trace of flowing clouds within the surrounding thousands of zhang, forming a large hollow area.

The bright galaxy, because of this large hollow area, can reappear in the eyes of the world.

The galaxy is like an eye, and the sword qi is like a pupil.

Any black cloud that wants to get close will be wiped out in an instant.

Because of this domineering eye, the black cloud and the two huge black holes in the black cloud can no longer maintain their original roundness, and they are squeezed and twisted and narrow. If the Black Cloud Curtain is a face, it must be an extremely ugly and deformed face.

Li Ye looked at the god son who was trembling all over, and said lightly: "How about the power of the moon god? How about suppressing our and other three-percent cultivation? What if the Daomen immortals withdraw from this piece of heaven and earth and no longer use their immortal power to protect the earth? What is a truly powerful force? It is not divine power, not immortal power, but the power of the common people! There are tens of millions of people in rivers and mountains, why do we need the protection of immortals! We are the masters of the world, we will fight our own wars, and we will destroy our enemies by ourselves!"

Before the words fell, the sword in his hand slashed down towards the Divine Son!

The Son of God has long lost the domineering spirit that he had fearlessly before, and he has no confidence that his divine power can defeat the power of the common people. Seeing the sword qi coming, the Divine Son was terrified, and no matter how bright the crescent moon mark in his hand was, it couldn't give him half a sense of security.

Zida heard the boiling voices of people in Hexi, saw countless forces converging towards the sword of the Son of Heaven in Li Ye's hand, and saw that the black clouds and black holes were retreating in front of the cyan sword qi, and the Divine Son knew from the bottom of his heart that he could not defeat Li Ye.

Before the sword was slashed, the battle was over.

When Li Ye succeeded in gathering manpower, the victory and defeat were already known.

The Son of God is puzzled, unwilling, and angry! The gods rule over living beings, which is what he thinks is the supreme principle of heaven and earth, so why is it that the divine power will retreat in front of human beings now? The gods are the masters of heaven and earth, and they dominate everything.

In the desperate situation, Shenzi burst out with a heart-rending roar, his fighting spirit was firm in an instant, his confidence rose in an instant, and he gathered the two rounds of crescent moon in his hand with the power of the moon god, and slammed into Li Ye!

Under the night sky, the sword light that covered the sky and the sun illuminated the mountains and rivers, illuminated the villages and cities, and illuminated the faces of all the people who looked up. But in a flash of time that could not be captured, it disappeared in a flash.

The sword that Li Ye cut off was castrated far faster than everyone expected.

It was almost time for the sword light to fade and the night sky to return to its original appearance, and many people had not yet reacted.

If it weren't for the fact that there were no black clouds in the sky and no black holes, many people would almost have to wonder if this sword had ever appeared.

Looking at Li Ye again, the sword of the Son of Heaven has been returned to its sheath, and it has returned to the posture of standing with its hands in its hands, and its long hair is floating leisurely on the back of his head.

Miko was still standing in his original position, except for the light of the crescent moon mark in his hand, which looked the same as before the battle began.

But all the True Human Realm cultivators clearly felt the difference.

They could no longer sense the fluctuations in the cultivation of the Divine Son.

Real people, naturally, are overjoyed. The servants of the gods were shocked, like mourning. The Great Master's face darkened, and his breath was extremely disordered in an instant, and he was seized by King Qi and stabbed in the chest with a shot.

Shenzi looked at Li Ye in a daze, his gaze was not focused.

He suddenly let out a light sigh, and his lips trembled lightly, and he muttered: "The immortal realm dominates the mortal world, the gods have everything, the moon god is the most noble god in the sky, the moon god sect is the most powerful monk in the world, and the Tubo warriors are the bravest warriors in the world...... Why do we still fail?"

Li Ye glanced at him, and said lightly and solemnly: "This land does not need the Moon God Sect, let alone the Moon God. ”

"Who do they need?" asked the Son.

Li Ye said: "A true emperor who can make the common people stand straight and live and work in peace and contentment. ”

Miko nodded: "Perhaps, you are right. ”

Bang.

There was a slight thud.

The body of the Son of God exploded with this sound, turning into countless indiscernible dust, in the night wind...... Ashes.

The Divine Son died, and at the same time, all the Tang monks felt light, and they had a lot more strength out of thin air.

It's not an illusion, but the suppressed Sancheng cultivation is back on the body.

The twelve states of Hexi, since then, there is no more Moon God Sect, no more Moon God!

As for those divine servants, seeing that their bodies turned into ashes, and the great master was also stabbed to death by King Qi, they all fled in panic, wanting to scatter as birds and beasts.

It was, of course, in vain.

Li Ye shouted: "All the former Moon God Sect monks, not a single one will be left! All former Moon God Sect believers, not a single one will be left! The Quanzhen Guan Daoist who entered Hexi should rest for half a decade, and then enter the plateau to preach!"

Wei Xiaozhuang, who was about to pursue the enemy, stopped his body when he heard the order, and clenched his fists and promised loudly.

Most of the real people chased out, and some people did not chase and kill the divine servants, and returned to Li Ye to serve as guards. Although Li Ye doesn't need guards, they are very stubborn, and the prominent representative is naturally the eldest young commander.

King Qi pouted his lips with disdain for Da Shao Si Ming, Chixia spear was held behind him, he raised his arms and clenched his fists at Jincheng County, and shouted: "King An is mighty!"

Suddenly, Jincheng County, which had been quiet for a moment, broke out again with a roar like a torrent: "King An is mighty!"

Wave after wave.

Hundreds of thousands of people, and finally shouted in unison.

This voice traveled hundreds of miles, wanting to make the mountains fall and the rivers to flow backwards.

A black line appeared on Li Ye's forehead, and he looked helplessly at King Qi, who threw a wink at him with a smug face, and really didn't know what to say.

This girl is good at everything, but sometimes she is too domineering, where can she parry others if she changes it, but fortunately, Li Ye's own waist is hard.

Iron also needs to be hard, its own hardness, what kind of iron you want, you can beat the iron into whatever you want, this principle is feasible all over the world.

......

Dozens of miles north of Lanzhou City, in front of the shadows of the mountains that the moonlight does not shine, there is a group of people standing quietly facing Jincheng County.

The surging crowd of heaven and earth over there, after calming down for a long time, no one here made any sound.

"Tell me, what do you think and what do you think after seeing this sword that can be called a shocking sword?" an old and calm voice came out at the front of the crowd.

For a while, no one answered.

In the middle of the sound, a clear and upright female voice sounded, "After today, there will be no Moon God Sect in the world, not even on the plateau." Above the fairy realm, the moon god and her retinue, we can devour it. ”

"What does Shitai mean is that we are going to compete with Quanzhenguan on the plateau, the power gap left after the demise of the Luna God Cult?" a resolute and sharp male voice asked rhetorically, obviously surprised.

The female voice that had spoken earlier did not sound again.

The old man's calm voice sighed. How could he not know that the master did not have the heart or courage to confront the Quanzhenguan. Since there is no competition for the power gap on the plateau after the fall of the Moon God Cult, then there is no benefit at all to swallowing the Moon God in the Immortal Domain.

If it is done, it will be to make a wedding dress for the Daomen Immortal Court.

This is something that Shimon would never do.

On the plateau, the Liberation Gate and the Moon God Sect fought against each other for many years, and the struggle between the two religions even caused civil strife in Tibet, causing Zhang Yichao to take advantage of the situation. Now, Zhang Yichao is gone, and the Guiyi Army has also declined greatly, I thought that I could start fighting against the Moon God Sect again, but I didn't expect that the Moon God Sect would be wiped out of the world like this.

The death of the enemy was a cause for celebration.

But after looking at the sword just now, no one was in the mood.

One enemy is dead, but another is approaching, but the latter is far stronger than the former.

Today, they came here to watch from the wall, and the fight was naturally the idea of the sandpiper and the clam competing for the benefit of the fisherman, but they did not expect that the victory and defeat would be so fast and easy.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't hear anyone else's voice, and the old monk led by him sighed: "The twelve states of Hexi have been occupied by Li Ye, and the seven states under our command are really not enough to see. Whether we are willing to admit and accept it in our hearts or not, Li Ye, who can cut out the sword of Fang Cai, is indeed not something we can defeat. ”

"Host, what do you mean by this? Do we still have to surrender to Li Ye? He is the number one enemy of our Shimen in the mortal world! In the past battle of Fengqi Mountain, he made us work hard and be alone, and the great plan to go east for many years was ruined! After the Battle of Hedong, he destroyed the biggest foundation of our Shimen in the Tang Dynasty, and we had a deep enmity with him in the sea of blood, and we will never die.......

The clear and neutral female voice became sharp.

She was angry and aggrieved.

But she didn't finish her words.

Because the old host had already raised his hand and motioned for her to shut up.

The old host said slowly: "Don't you know Li Ye yet? He has never had a good impression of Shimen, and when he meets us, he will really never die." But we can't afford to lose this inheritance. The Western Regions have been conquered by the Uighur Ming Sect, and our homeland is facing the invasion of Muslims from the west, and we will be defeated again and again, so how can we have the strength to support us......"

Speaking of this, the old host took a deep breath, didn't say more about the reasons and reasons, and said directly: "I will personally visit Li Ye, if he is willing to give us a way to live, we will sacrifice the seven states of Liang, Gan, and Su, why not? As long as he does not exterminate the Liberation Sect, even if he conquers the Western Regions, we are willing to help in the war! Anyway, the Uighur Ming Sect in the Western Regions is also a blood feud with us. ”

"Host, this ...... Where is the dignity of Shimen?!" Shi Tai shouted unfairly.

Syllable!

A crisp, resounding slap in the face.

Mrs. Shi covered her face and looked at the old host in disbelief.

The old host looked at her coldly: "Now, can you calm down? If not, I can give you a few more times." ”

The teacher was stunned and speechless.

The old master's sharp gaze swept over the other monks one by one, until everyone lowered their heads and expressed their willing obedience, then they snorted coldly and turned away.

He looked in the direction of Jincheng County and continued: "Some of you are stupid, the old monk is too lazy to pay attention, there are some things that you can't figure out, then don't think about it, just listen to the old monk's orders." But if anyone dares to use his own stupidity to harm the overall situation of my liberation, then don't blame the old monk's ruthlessness!"

Dignity, what is dignity in the face of an existential crisis?

Survival comes first, and only those who can survive can think about the question of dignity or undignity.

There are some things that the old host will not tell others that the situation of Shimen in the immortal realm is a hundred times worse than what they saw in the mortal world. Among them, the most serious is the native land of Shimen, which will no longer exist, the internal religions will rise, and the external strong enemy will invade!

The incense offering of Shimen has decreased sharply, and the entire Buddha domain will not be able to support it!

Originally, the Tang Dynasty, which had a good development of Shimen, also because of the appearance of Li Ye, there were few decent temples!

The reason why he didn't say these things was because he was afraid of scaring them stupid and worried that they would break away from the release gate!

In short, Shimen is now under attack from all sides, and the most serious is the east-west attack. The Muslims in the west are completely irrational, just a group of fanatical fighting machines under the banner of Allah, and the only one who can negotiate conditions is Li Ye.

Although it is difficult to negotiate the conditions with Li Ye, what else can Shi Men do? With the sword that Li Ye showed just now, even if Shi Men borrowed the immortal power of the Buddha Domain, he would not be able to defeat it at all!

For an invincible enemy, you can only choose to surrender and ask for mercy.

The only thing that the old host is glad about is that the Shimen still has a lot of power, at least the power in the fairy realm is not weak, so they still have the qualifications to be used, and they still have the capital to exchange for mercy!

......

Zhang Changan knelt on the ground in a daze, and hot tears dripped down his jaw and hit Zhang Xun's paper-white face.

These were the tears he shed for his father, but unfortunately, his father could no longer see or feel them.

Chu Zheng and the veteran Liu Baifu squatted in front of Zhang Chang'an together, looking at Zhang Chang'an, who was so sad that he lost his soul, and looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Changan wiped a handful of tears, looked at Chu Zheng, and then looked at Liu Baifu, and asked solemnly: "You say, my father, is he a Han who does not disgrace his ancestors?"

Zhang Xun didn't hear Zhang Changan call "father" until he died.

Now he couldn't hear it, but Zhang Changan found that he couldn't find any other title besides this title.

Chu Zheng and Liu Baifu were silent at the same time.

The Zhang family advocated inferiority, before today, as an eagle dog of the Tubo people for 20 years, during this period groveling, sending his sister to his daughter, humiliating the dignity of the Han family, sometimes doing wrong things for the wood, and doing some things that were unfavorable to the Han people.

said that he did not insult his ancestors, this kind of thing, Liu Baifu and Chu Zheng couldn't say it.

Zhang Changan's tears were majestic again.

He hugged his father tightly and cried heartbreakingly.

The boy no longer blames his father, nor does he look down on his father. For the sake of the Zhang family, his father was involuntarily himself, and he had endured enough pain and psychological torture, which was not his father's willingness, his father was originally a hot-blooded son, a warrior who wielded a knife at the Tubo people! Who made him look like that?

Can he be blamed for that?

How could Zhang Changan not remember that his father often disappeared late at night, and only came back with his tired body after a long time. The next day, he would hear on the street that the Han people who had suffered losses because of their father's errand for the sake of the wood suddenly appeared in their homes last night with rice and money.

The people in the workshop all said that the head of the Zhang family was a bastard, but fortunately, there were still heroes in the world, so those people would not starve to death.

But how did they know that the nameless hero was his father, who was in pain in his heart? This is the middle-aged man in front of him, who has turned into a corpse because he rushed to kill the caramel?

How should Zhang Changan tell Chu Zheng these words? How should he tell others? He has no evidence, who will believe him?

His father, his suffering father, even if he died in the battle in the city lord's mansion, after his death, his grandfather would not allow him to enter the ancestral hall!

Zhang Chang'an came from sorrow, crying heartbreakingly, crying so darkly, but he didn't dare to call his father.

called, his grandfather, his clansmen, would not let him be the head of the Zhang family. If you can't be the head of the Zhang family, how can you inherit your father's will, how to understand your father's feelings, and how to fulfill your father's last wish to make the family prosperous?

There has never been a moment, like now, that makes Zhang Changan feel desperate.

"Chang'an, you are already a husband, you have to take over the burden of the head of the Zhang family, don't cry so sadly and desperately. When your father sees it, he will feel sorry for it. ”

Suddenly, a gentle and warm voice came into Zhang Changan's ears.

It was a voice that was unfamiliar to him, but he felt that he had never heard it before, as if it was familiar just now.

Zhang Changan wiped away the tears that had blurred his vision and looked at the person who was squatting in front of him to speak.

It was a young man in a black robe, a person who made people ignore his appearance, and at first sight, they would be attracted by his kind of majesty, the kind of people who looked at the world and were approachable.

"Who are you?" Zhang Changan asked in a trembling voice with a faint feeling in his heart. When he looked up at Changtian before, he saw this figure, but the distance was too far at that time, and the sword in the opponent's hand was too bright, so he didn't see it clearly, so he didn't dare to confirm it.

The man in the robe smiled: "King An of the Tang Dynasty, Li Ye." ”

"His Royal Highness King An?!" Zhang Changan was full of wit, the first time, he was not afraid, he was not afraid, and he forgot to bow and salute, but looked at the other party with hope, and asked in a tight voice: "His Royal Highness King An, my father, is he a Han man who does not insult his ancestors?!"

If there is anyone in this world who can judge the fate and character of other people's lives based on just one sentence of their own, characterize others, and make the Tang people in the world happy and surrender, without the slightest doubt, then there must only be this one in front of him, King An, who just killed the son of the Moon God Sect with a sword!

After asking this sentence, Zhang Changan's eyes widened, and he even held his breath unconsciously.

He knew that what kind of person his father was in the eyes of the world depended on what the other party said next.

Li Ye put away his smile and said with a straight face: "The Zhang family in Jincheng County advocates Xun, and he is a dignified man from the Han family who has responsibility, courage, and lives up to his ancestors!"

He did not lose his ancestors, he did not lose the court.

It's the Tang Dynasty, it's the country, it's the loser of him.

And now, Li Ye will no longer bear his children and grandchildren.

Zhang Changan blurted out: "How does His Highness know?"

Li Ye said: "I know your father. ”

His eyes had seen Zhang Xun before.

Hearing this, Zhang Changan couldn't hold back any longer, his eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, he hugged Zhang Xun tightly, used all his strength, and shouted at the sky.

This salutation, since he is sensible, has never been called.

Now, seven years have passed.

He shouted, "Father!"

Father, do you hear it in the Spirit of Heaven?

My son is calling you!

Father!

I'm sorry.