After Xuan Shangyu performed the forbidden technique, whether it was Yuan Force, or soul power and qi and blood, they all fell to the bottom at this moment.

The purple-robed Great Master sat on the bridge.

He looked silently at the three young figures floating on the Styx.

"If you can't leave here......"

"Then the three hundred big red lotuses in Luoyang...... Who can stop it?"

Xuan Shangyu slowly closed his eyes.

If Luoyang is destined to have no accident, then in addition to the three people in front of him, who else will be the final savior?

Who qualifies for this?

Who has the ability?

Liu Baichan is dead.

Shen Hongying is not in the world.

Repeated deduction and repeated deduction, but there is no way to know.

He couldn't think of anyone else.

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In the protection of the Buddha statue of Tanta Jizo.

Wei Lingshan frowned slightly, and said, "What did he say...... What does that mean?"

Luoyang ...... It's going to be fine.

The little monk bluestone shook his head.

"He trapped us in the remains of the Buddha, and what he thought in his heart should be that the three hundred big red lotus detonated, and then Luoyang turned into ruins. Qingshi frowned and said, "But when he said this, he seemed to be a little sickly...... Looking forward to it?"

"Say it's anticipation....... It's not accurate. Qingshi thought to himself, and said, "It's like ...... He was looking forward to this ending, and he was full of entanglement. ”

But either way, he was right. ”

His Royal Highness let go of the hand that was on the shoulder of the little monk in bluestone.

He said softly: "Luoyang...... It's really going to be fine. ”

(Can you guess who is the savior?)

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Inside Luoyang City.

The eldest lady of the Zhong family and Tang Xiaoman leaned on the bronze door of the south gate exhausted.

The vermilion bird in the prairie was extinguished, and the pear blossom rain that fell from the sky was undoubtedly a miracle for them.

Zhong Xuehu raised her head, and the pear blossoms in the sky fell on her shoulders and cheeks.

It's a pity that she doesn't have the strength to appreciate this scene.

Running against the flow of people to the south gate of Luoyang has already consumed all the strength of the two eldest ladies.

Zhong Xuehu and Tang Xiaoman's faces were pale, and the two of them were leaning against the city, and in front of them was a black crowd, crowding people, crying and rushing to the city gate.

Luoyang City is an extremely turbulent situation.

The catastrophe calmed down, but the countless crowds were noisy.

Luoyang is the capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the first ancient city in the north!

At the annual Luoyang Scholars' Banquet, there was an outrageous accident like burning the city.

Is it man-made, or is it a natural disaster?

But whether it was man-made or a natural disaster, this fire spread from the depths of the palace.

The metaphorical truth behind this is somewhat chilling.

The black armor of the Northern Wei Dynasty began to move rapidly after the fire of the burning city was extinguished.

It's a pity that no matter how swift the attack is, it can't suppress the restlessness in Luoyang at this moment.

Thousands of quacks violently attacked the city gates, and almost all of the sixteen city gates were impacted.

"Open the door!

"Why do you want to close the door?"

"Conspiracy, this is a conspiracy!"

The south gate of Luoyang was ordered to guard the Chifeng camp of the city.

Yan Nanyu, the captain of the Chifeng Battalion, silently climbed to the head of the South Gate.

It was the most brutal scene he had ever seen in his life.

The blood and bone stubble everywhere were crushed and tiled, extremely detailed, and a red and white hell picture unfolded in the South Gate Tower.

Yan Nanyu took a deep breath, and the red robe of Chifengying dragged on the viscous blood on the ground, and the soles of his feet were a little slippery.

He was a little unsteady on his feet, his face was pale, but what echoed in his mind was the order issued in the palace.

He had to lead the Chifeng battalion to defend the south gate of Luoyang.

Refuse to open the door.

Yan Nanyu couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out.

He knew that it was the defender of the city before, but it was the elite Qingluan battalion in the Luoyang Forbidden Army.

He also knew that the scattered machine springs mixed in pools of blood and white bones on the top of Luoyang City were the three hundred heavy crossbows specially equipped by His Majesty for the Qingluan Battalion.

Yan Nanyu knew that Qingluan Camp's trip this time was not ordered by the school captain, but by the adult.

Therefore, at this moment, all the Qingluan battalions were killed.

That lord, the number one kendo master in the sixteen years of the Northern Wei Dynasty......

Yan Nanyu's fingers on the head of Luoyang City trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath, his chest bulging slightly.

He saw the corpse of the green shirt stained with blood and countless yellow sands.

Lying in the yellow sand, he still held the broken Xuanhuang in his arms.

Yan Nanyu's ten fingers hooked a blood-red mark at the head of the city.

His eyes were red.

No one knew better than him that the order to close the door before that fire came from His Majesty.

Is it just for ...... Can a fire burn Luoyang clean?

Yan Nanyu lost his soul and looked back at Luoyang City.

At the south gate of Luoyang, the huge bronze gate continued to tremble.

The frenzied crowd was storming the south gate, trampling to death, and I don't know how many lives.

The sound of pounding on the gates, the sound of crying, and the noisy shouting and scolding, the shouting and shouting, and the screaming of exhaustion.

The three hundred red armors of the Chifeng Battalion have already boarded the south gate of Luoyang, ready to go.

Just wait for an order.

Yan Nanyu was red-eyed, and his ten fingers grabbed ten blood-drenched ravines at the head of the city, and then went deep into his palm, clenching until the green tendons were exposed, and bloodshot appeared.

"Stick to ......"

"Why do you want to stick to ......?"

"All ...... dead"

"More people will die ......"

Is there a choice?

There is no choice.

As soon as His Majesty said it, it was a thousand lives, and 10,000 lives were also involved.

Luoyang City Head.

In the midst of the frenzied flow of tens of millions of people, Yan Nanyu, the captain of the Chifeng Battalion, slowly raised a hand.

In the Chifeng camp, this is the prelude to the shooting and killing gesture.

But the hand paused slightly.

Yan Nanyu shook his head painfully.

He saw a familiar figure in the flow of people at the south gate.

The woman, who was struggling to weave through the crowd, sweating profusely, looked nervously from time to time, looking left and right, waiting for the south gate to open and she could leave the dead city.

She didn't expect that the person standing in the South Gate Tower at this moment, who was about to swing the butcher's knife, was her husband who had been married for ten years.

Her right hand rested on her slightly bulging lower abdomen, and even though she couldn't see the way out, the woman still had a difficult smile on her face.

"Good baby...... I'll be fine later...... It'll be fine later......"

There is nothing that makes a woman happy more than being pregnant.

There is nothing more painful than swinging a butcher's knife at one's own flesh and bones.

Yan Nanyu's hand hanging in the air became weak in the eyes of all people, and then slowly fell.

The three hundred people in the Chifeng camp were stunned.

They couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"Open the gates. ”

Yan Nanyu's voice trembled.

He closed his eyes, countless images rolled back and forth in his mind, and said with difficulty: "If Your Majesty blames it, I will bear it with all my might." ”

After the red-robed man said this, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, slowly squatted on top of the pool of blood, and then sat down, supporting the ground with both hands.

He was just a small person, loyal to the will of the big man, living for the Northern Wei Dynasty and dying for the Northern Wei Dynasty.

But the little people also have their own selfish desires and their own thoughts.

is such a small person, and the idea of a temporary idea makes the balance of the story tilt slightly, and rewrites the final ending.

Yan Nanyu looked at the sky, with a hint of relief, and spit out the resentment that had been held in his chest for a long time.

With a hint of pleasure, the man muttered, "Fuck you shit military order......"

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"Want to leave Luoyang?"

Duan Wuyin frowned and looked at the man of the Zhong family in a red Tang suit.

Zhong Yusheng nodded softly: "Hmm." ”

"Then ......" Duan Wuyin pointed to the head of the imperial capital, where the eight families gathered, and stopped talking: "Just give up?"

The man of the Zhong family said in a calm voice: "There will be opportunities in the future." Besides, didn't you swallow part of the old man's Yuan Li?"

"The Bodhisattva...... Already left. Duan Wuyin was a little impatient, and couldn't help but say: "There is still the remnant of Old Lady Tang's Yuan Power, we will kill it back now, and the people of the Eight Great Families will not be able to react......

And the man of the Zhong family didn't wait for Duan Wuyin to finish speaking, and then interrupted coldly: "If you are greedy, you can't chew it badly, and the hosts who devour each other since ancient times have died in their own greed." You have the patience to endure for so many years, can't you endure it for a while?"

"This is different!" Duan Wuyin gritted his teeth and said: "Now that you have entered the Grandmaster realm, there are still a few people in this world who are your opponents, even if you just face that Bodhisattva, it is not impossible to win, why should we be afraid?"

Zhong Yusheng looked at this black-robed little marquis of the Northern Wei Dynasty with an indifferent face.

Duan Wuyin held back the fire in his belly, and said hatefully: "I listen to you." ”

The man of the Zhong family was still tepid, and explained indifferently: "Since you are carrying the devouring phase, the world is your prey, you must learn to swallow and give up, not afraid of dying in the hands of others, afraid of dying in your own greed." ”

Duan Wuyin snorted a little irritably, frowned, and said, "Where are we going now?"

The man of the Zhong family looked at the black-robed young man lightly.

The eyes are extremely calm, even a little indifferent.

Since the awakening of the Devouring Phase, the young man's personality has begun to change slightly.

Duan Wuyin, who was able to endure in Thunder City for more than ten years and hid clumsily with his eldest brother, had a gentle personality that could even be regarded as elegant, but after the first taste of sweetness in the devouring phase, his inner desire slowly grew, and there were already some uncontrollable trends.

How long has it been?

Zhong Yusheng began to re-examine this young man in his heart.

The person you chose...... In the future, he will undoubtedly be able to appear on the stage of demons.

Can it be compared to those who have excellent hearts and bones?

Can it be compared?

Zhong Yusheng shook his head.

"Busy leaving Luoyang, not just because of that Bodhisattva. The man of the Zhong family thought about it again and again, and finally gave his own explanation: "This ancient city is locked, and the big red lotus planted by the three hundred willow white chan flowers under the ground has been pointed, if nothing else, Luoyang will no longer be Luoyang after today." ”