Li Ye, who is currently fighting against Ma Lun, does not have the power of the Immortal Garden to mobilize, and no matter how complete the map of the Tang Society in the Immortal Garden is, it will not be beneficial to the battle at this time. However, Li Ye silently recited this in his heart, not to go to the power of the fairy garden, but to summon the power of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Ye has been on the throne for many years, and he has long been integrated with the Tang Dynasty, pulling each other's qi and pulling each other.

As the dragon qi burst out of Li Ye's body, a cyan dragon as long as a hundred zhang appeared on the sword of the Son of Heaven, and the sky inside the Tang Dynasty had already sounded with a majestic and indescribable thunder sound at this moment.

Chang'an Imperial City, Zhongshu Province, Cui Keli was processing the paperwork, and suddenly heard the thunder in the sky, Li Ye's voice penetrated the beam, sounded in his heart, and he couldn't help but look uplifted, and even put down the brush, held the prime minister's seal, and shouted: "Minister, Cui Keli, the servant of the Tang Dynasty, is willing to help Your Majesty!"

The other officials in the hall all looked up in shock when they heard Li Ye's voice, they didn't know what was going on, but when they saw Cui Keli pressing the big seal with his hand, his expression was respectful, and he spat out the truth, and at the same time, he was blessed to the heart, and they also pressed the official seal with their hands, looking up to the sky and shouting: "Minister...... May I help Your Majesty!"

At the same time, in Menxia Province, Li Zhen was sitting in a precarious position, his expression was solemn and humble, his eyes were full of indescribable heat in his eyes, and he held the Great Seal of Menxia Province with both hands, "Minister, Li Zhen, the servant of the Tang Dynasty, is willing to help His Highness!"

On the left and right of the main hall where he was located, the officials who knelt down all straightened their waists, respectful and rigorous, as if the emperor was coming in person, and shouted in unison: "Ministers...... May I help Your Majesty!"

The white, green, yellow, and red fortune that is invisible to the naked eye rises from the imperial city, from the official office, from the military camp, from the private house, and from the streets of the market, like thousands of fireflies flying into the night, just like thousands of sharp arrows gathering into rivers and flowing clouds, killing the enemies of the dynasty.

Zhang Wence, who was inspecting the crops in the fertile fields outside the city, suddenly heard the thunder in mid-air, his expression was greatly lifted, his eyes were excited, and he hurriedly bowed to the ground, and said loudly: "Minister, the Tang Dynasty Andong Protector is the capital of Zhang Wence, and he is willing to help Your Majesty!"

On his side, the accompanying officials had already bowed down to Chang'an at the first time, and the people in the fields didn't know what was going on, and many people were ignorant, but when they heard the voice, they knew that it was the voice of His Majesty the Emperor, and they needed to show their loyalty.

The people under the jurisdiction of the Andong Protectorate did not lack loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor, so everyone bowed down.

Zhendong Duhufu, Sanshan Qingxing and Ping Xishi, who were walking on the streets of Heianjing, heard Li Ye's voice resounding again after such a long time, and immediately resonated in their hearts.

This sense of resonance is indescribable, and it seems to be a recognition of the Tang Dynasty, an admiration for the glory of the Tang Dynasty, and a pride in the identity of the Tang people.

They immediately stopped, looked at each other, and bowed down to the distant Chang'an.

"Minister, the deputy capital of the Eastern Capital Protectorate of Datang Town, the three good deeds, are willing to help Your Majesty!"

"Minister, Datang Town, Dongdu Hufu Ping'an City Sima Ping Xishi, willing to help Your Majesty!"

In the territory of the Tang Dynasty, whether it was the officials on duty or the people in the market, they all heard the emperor's order, and they either sat at the desk, or ran out of the door, bowed down in the courtyard in the direction of the gate, or put down their work, bowed their heads, or shouted in their mouths to help Your Majesty, or shouted in their hearts that they were willing to help Your Majesty.

"Minister, Liu Dazheng, the commander of the Long Xiang Army, is willing to help Your Majesty!"

"Minister, Zhang Zhongsheng, the chief of Luoyang, is willing to help Your Majesty!"

"Minister, the Far Eastern Protectorate protects Chu Nanhuai, and is willing to help Your Majesty!"

"Su Emei, a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, is willing to help Your Majesty!"

"Zhang Erniu, a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, is willing to help Your Majesty!"

"Chen Fugui, a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, is willing to help Your Majesty!"

"Liu Sanniang, a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, is willing to help Your Majesty...

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"The people of the Tang Dynasty, Gesang ......"

Chang'an, Luoyang, Qingzhou, Kaifeng, Yangzhou, Jinling, Chengdu, Jinyang, Pyongyang, Jincheng, Ping'ancheng, Gesang Prefecture, Teotihuakan......

Every Tang City, every Tang Village, and every Tang River have countless forces of luck rising into the sky, converging with each other at an unbelievable speed that cannot be guessed by common sense, and surging towards the land of the Western Regions.

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Hundreds of millions of people and hundreds of millions of luck in the Tang Dynasty are surging from the eastern sky, and the weather is myriad, like purple gas coming from the east. They are like meteors, like fireworks, and like the breeze, all of which are counted on the sword of the Son of Heaven in Li Ye's hand.

The power of his cultivation is originally the condensation and transformation of the people's luck, and now he has the unity of all the people, and the momentum of every bit of power has grown to the extreme of being able to grow, and its momentum is like the sun falling.

In the process that seemed to be slow and fast, the green dragon qi in Li Ye's hands went from a hundred zhang to a thousand zhang.

His face was cold and solemn, his eyes were calm and sharp, and with a certain sense of glory and mission, he slashed out the sword in his hand to the divine power of the Crescent Moon Sect that covered the sky and the sun.

At that moment, Li Ye's heart was intertwined with two completely different emotions, calm and heroic, which seemed to be distinct but harmonious.

When the chaos of the dynasty was approaching, he was crowned in the palace, and since then he has walked out of the palace of Anwang, walked to Chang'an City, and walked to the court.

In the years of change and uncertain future, he overcame all the obstacles all the way, and in the case of Taoism, Shimen, Confucianism, soldiers, and all kinds of grass and princes who thought that the Tang Dynasty would inevitably be destroyed, in the situation that everyone did not put his efforts and hard work in their eyes, he forced a bloody road, which made everyone stunned.

From Qingzhou to Hedong, from the Central Plains to Guanzhong, Li Ye has fought hard in the territory of the Tang Kingdom for many years and has gone through the most difficult stage of his life. At that time, there were all enemies, whether it was a sect that wanted to open up a new heaven, or a prince who wanted to be in a yellow robe, they all regarded him as a common enemy.

Against all odds, he finally defeated these opponents, cleared the universe, pacified the Tang Dynasty, and the bitterness and bitterness can be used as a lifelong conversation.

However, what really made Li Ye unforgettable, haunted and proud of him, was not the most difficult years. Instead, he led his troops out of the fortress to defeat the Tibetans and conquer the west of the river, went out of the Great Wall in the north and broke the Khitan, and went on an expedition against Silla and the Wa kingdoms.

That was when he, as a Tang man, went out to fight and forged ahead.

These are the times when he is proud.

is like a young scholar, who traveled to study, walked out of the house, passed the imperial examination, and finally went to the world. The battle at home, no matter how thrilling it is, in the end, there is nothing to boast about, showing off outside the house, in the wind and rain, is the place worth writing about.

Young scholars have to go out of the house to have a better life and future.

As a Tang person, he went out of the border and made a sharp sword in the battle with foreign races, and his feats are the real Tang Dynasty's spirit and glory.

The future of the individual, outside the home.

The future of the country is outside the country.

Only by constantly forging ahead can we open up new horizons.

In this way, Fang is a big husband and a true hero, and it is the prosperous dynasty that can obtain real strength, a higher level of strength.

If Datang wants to be strong, it has to go to a broader world.

If this cultivation realm is to be strong, sooner or later it will have to go to a place outside the realm.

The future is outside the door, the strength is outside the door, and we must continue to break through the shackles in order to have tomorrow.

The key to getting out of the door lies first in the integration, unity, and cohesion of the world inside the door.

The Tang Dynasty is now united in its monarchy and ministers, with one heart and one mind, so it can expedition to the Western Regions and compete with Dashi to dominate the world.

This is the road that Li Ye has walked, this is the road that Li Ye wants to take, and he has always been there

On the road.

And now, in the face of another roadblock, Li Ye has not had too many waves in his heart. He knew he was going to beat them because he had done it perfectly inside the door. Even if it fails this time, it doesn't matter, if it doesn't work once, then twice, twice, then three times, and it will always succeed.

And when he thought that there was a broader world, waiting for him to take the Tang Dynasty and the people of the Tang Dynasty to create it, he still couldn't hold back the pride in his heart.

Chiseling the air, that is the real work of the big husband!

Mullen said that he had the help of the true gods, and Li Ye was just one person.

Li Ye disagreed.

He is not fighting alone, there are hundreds of millions of people of Datang behind him. He not only has hundreds of millions of Tang people, but also dreams in his heart. With these, it is not a single person fighting, although there are thousands of people.

This is Li Ye's inner world.

"Ma Lun, take my sword!" Li Ye's eyebrows were like iron, and the sword of the Son of Heaven slashed down vertically.

At this point, the qi of the green dragon no longer knows its length, only to see the blue light tearing through the dark curtain of the sky, with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing the top, and colliding with the sword light cut out by Ma Lun.

The sword qi and the sword light struck each other, whether it was the great monk of the Tang Dynasty or the great monk of the Great Food, they all saw this scene.

However, they couldn't see the next scene.

Because the light is so bright that it becomes pure darkness, and nothing can be distinguished.

All they could hear was clearly, and the sky was shattering.

When the light faded and their gaze regained slightly, the great monks on both sides looked nervously and eagerly at their kings.

Li Ye stood with his sword in his hand.

Mullen floats with a knife in his hand.

The former is calm and relaxed, and the wind is light.

The latter's face was bruised, his arms trembled, and blood flowed from his eyebrows.

The trend of victory and defeat is already obvious.

The great monks of the Tang Dynasty burst out into cheers like waves, and the great monks of the Great Food were like mourning.

"You lost. Li Ye said to Ma Lun, whose breath was already unstable, his voice was flat, and his tone was as usual.

Ma Lun's teeth creaked, he stared at Li Ye deadly, but did not answer the other party's question.

He shouted to the true god in his heart: "Why, why didn't I win?!" The same heavenly opportunity, the same realm, I have the protection of the true god, Li Ye has nothing, why didn't I win?!"

The true God did not give him an immediate answer.

After a moment of silence, the voice of the true god said, "Withdraw the troops, return to the Great Food!"

"Why, what the hell is this?!" Mullen roared madly at the true god.

The time of the true god's muttering was a little shorter, "As long as you don't die, as long as this seat is still there, we won't lose to him." The battle of the mortal world, in the end, is only part of the war. Back to the big food sticking. I will defeat Li Ye in the Immortal Realm. Besides, you may not lose the mortal battle, don't forget that you still have a navy!"

Speaking of which, the true god didn't give Ma Lun time to ask, "Withdraw the army, there is this seat, Li Ye can't chase and kill you!"

Mullen gritted his teeth, but could only order the Guards to withdraw.

But he himself did not immediately retreat, because he knew that at this time, the troops would inevitably be pursued and killed by the Tiger Guards, and the so-called withdrawal of troops was just a euphemism for defeat.

After taking a deep breath, Mullen stared at Li Ye and asked, "Tell me, why didn't I win?"

Li Ye smiled faintly: "Our fate is in our own hands after all." Your gods, though powerful, can give you protection, and it is indeed very convenient to use the name of the gods to strengthen their wings, control the people, and consolidate power. But this is not our own strength.

"Saints don't die, thieves don't stop. If you don't have the courage to kill the gods, how can you sit on the heavens and the earth and become a real strong man? If you don't have the heart of a strong man, how can you become the master of heaven and earth?"