Ni Shiqi is nearly 100 years old, he has the cultivation of the early stage of Jindan, and after advancing to Jindan many years ago, he was canonized as the king of Puyang by the lord of Nanzhao.

This old prince has three sons and five daughters with a total of eight children, and now there is only one second son who is still alive and has no talent and cannot become a cultivator, and the remaining seven children are all killed in the battle city.

Ni Shiqi's talent in cultivation is not very good, and he can no longer make an inch of progress when he reaches the early stage of Jindan, and he has been staying in the early stage of Jindan for many years, and he belongs to the lowest realm among the princes of Nanzhao.

Fortunately, the battle for the city of Nanzhao is not based on the realm of cultivation, but on the courage and ruthlessness, and only the brave can climb the towering king flag platform in the battle city.

There is a rule in the Nanzhao Kingdom that every time they fight for the battle city, all cultivators must wear a kind of armor refined by the imperial family.

This kind of armor is called the Absolute Spirit Armor, and once it is worn on the body, it will immediately isolate the spiritual power of the cultivator, and even if you hold a flying sword, you can't move it, and it can only be used as a more powerful ordinary sword.

The Absolute Spirit Armor, which completely isolates spiritual power, transforms cultivators into mortals, and the fight between mortals only needs to be ruthless and fierce enough.

Cultivating cultivators as mortals and cultivating them into real tigers is the original intention of the lord of Nanzhao to set up the battle city, so the monks of Nanzhao who have removed the absolute spirit armor can often win the final victory when fighting with the cultivators of other countries.

The battle for the city year after year has caused the number of cultivators in Nanzhao to be small, but all the cultivators who have experienced several major wars have become the elite among the monks without exception, and it can be said that in Qingzhou, only monks from Nanzhao can despise the same rank!

There are three colors in total, cyan, black, and gold.

The monks in the Qi refining period wore green armor, the foundation building period wore black armor, and the prince of the Jindan realm wore gold armor.

Three different colors of armor, respectively, suppressing the spiritual power from Qi refining to the Jindan realm, there is only one golden armor in the Puyang Palace, and today, the golden armor that represents the Jindan strong man is being draped on a thin old man.

King Puyang is already dying, and years of conquest and the death of his children have made this old man, who should have lived for hundreds of years, almost to the point of running out of oil and lamps within a hundred years.

After the heavy armor was neatly draped, the old man's somewhat rickety waist became straight again in an instant, and the turbidity in his eyes seemed a little clearer against the background of the armor.

Years of fighting and vicious battles have already polished this old man into a stubborn stone.

The yellow sand was rolling on the school field outside the palace, the war horses were neighing, and the soldiers belonging to the Puyang palace had been waiting for a long time, there were 50,000 people, among these people there were as many as 1,000 people wearing green armor alone, and there were about 100 people wearing black armor.

A thousand pieces of green armor are a thousand Qi refining period monks, and a hundred pieces of black armor are a hundred foundation building monks, plus a Jindan powerhouse, this power is already very terrifying, not to mention that there are 50,000 mortal soldiers with armor in armor.

The mortal soldiers of the Puyang Royal Mansion are all strong men, all with big shoulders and round waists, full of murderous energy, seeing the prince come out, they immediately returned to their respective teams, and after a lot of effort, the army of 50,000 was already lined up neatly.

Cultivators participate in the battle for the city, once they win, they can get a large number of spirit stone rewards, and mortal soldiers can get a lot of money, with this money, the livelihood of the family does not have to worry, so most of the men in Nanzhao join the army and rely on fighting to support their families.

Ni Shiqi looked at the elite soldiers in front of him, and shouted: "When the autumn wind rises, the soul returns, the annual battle city is decided, and it is time for the sons and daughters to make contributions, whether they can study diligently in the coming year, and whether their families can be full and healthy, just look at the present day!"

"Wind!

"Victory!"

The neat shouts exploded, and the shouts of the 50,000 troops at the same time shook the white clouds in the sky to disperse a little, which is the momentum of the brave generals.

Ni Shiqi nodded with satisfaction, turned over and stepped on a black horse, turned back to a middle-aged man guarding the gate of the mansion and said: "Fight for your father all your life, not for glory and wealth, but for the horse leather shroud, this is the fate of the general, you can't cultivate, you can't inherit the throne, if I die in battle, you immediately disband the palace army, leave Nanzhao, even if you are a mountain village husband, it can be regarded as leaving a little incense for the Ni family." ”

The man named Ni Jian had already tears in his eyes, and he choked and desperately lowered his head, not daring to let his father see his helpless tears.

As a mortal, he couldn't assist his father in battle like other brothers and sisters, and every time he fought a big battle, he could only hide at home in fear, and then watch his relatives leave him one by one.

If you leave your own this year, it's time to pick up your father......

Ni Jian felt that his eyes were a little black, his father's body was covered with dark wounds because of years of fighting, I am afraid that he will not be able to survive this vicious battle anymore, perhaps as his father said, the horse leather shroud, and the death on the battlefield is his destination.

Ni Jian is not strong, but today he decided to raise his head, he wants to watch his father go to battle, even if it is his father's sacrifice day next year.

Ni Jian's decision today was not wrong, when he wiped away his tears fiercely and raised his head, he not only saw the back of his old father Xiao Se, but also saw his other relative.

"Grandpa!

Ni Qiuyu's voice came in mid-air, and without waiting for Mu Ling's flying boat to descend, she hurriedly sacrificed her flying sword, and flew into the school field outside the palace in a blink of an eye.

Ni Shiqi's face was very bad, and the old man did not have the slightest surprise when he saw his juniors, but reprimanded him indifferently: "You give me to return to Cangyun Sect immediately!"

Ni Jian's surprised expression immediately froze on his face, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

Today is the period of the war, Ni Qiuyu comes back at this time, he will definitely fight for the Ni family, and the old father is already determined to die, once Ni Qiuyu participates in the war, maybe his last two relatives of Ni Jian will return to the underworld.

Ni Jian knew that his niece seemed to be strong, but her heart was very kind and weak, and she was not suitable for killing the enemy like a mortal sergeant, just because this child was too kind, he was sent to Dapu by King Puyang more than ten years ago and worshiped in Cangyun Sect.

Compared with Nanzhao, the hidden world sect in the deep mountains is more suitable for the survival of a kind child like Ni Qiuyu, and killing demon beasts and hacking enemies to death is definitely not the same feeling.

Ni Qiuyu stood firmly in front of his grandfather's horse, and shouted word by word: "Beijia, Ni Qiuyu joins the battle!"

"Go back!"

Ni Shiqi could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and the long saber suddenly waved, pointing directly at Ni Qiuyu's eyebrows, and shouted irritably, he did not allow his most beloved granddaughter to die on the battlefield in the end.

Ni Qiuyu didn't move, his eyes were opposite to his grandfather, and his eyes were extremely strong.

Although she is kind, she is a stubborn woman, how can she watch her grandfather go out and ignore it, she can have more strength, maybe this year's Puyang Mansion will be able to win a big victory.

When she didn't want to go back to her hometown, what she saw was her grandfather's cold tombstone.

After a long time, Ni Shiqi sighed, and the whole person looked even older, and said: "My granddaughter has grown up, or not, with her grandfather fighting for the last time, the Ni family has long been down, but the momentum of the Ni family will never fall!"

With King Puyang's words, the earth-shattering cry sounded again in the quiet school field.

"Wind!

"Victory!"

In the earth-shattering shout, the subordinates of the palace took out seven pieces of black armor, the owner of these seven pieces of black armor is the seven children of King Puyang who died in battle, and perhaps only Ni Qiuyu is qualified to wear the armor of the elders on his body.

With trembling white fingers, she picked up a slightly larger piece of armor, which was her biological father's spirit armor, and in front of Wan Jun, the young woman put on the armor and became a majestic female general in a short time.

Mu Ling giggled on the side, raised his hand and grabbed a piece of black armor, and put it on his body in a few clicks, looking extremely familiar.

Bai Yi looked at the two heroic women, smiled and took the third black armor, since his friend decided to go into battle, how could he retreat.

Dressed in black armor, the originally slightly thin young man turned into a young general in the army, Bai Yi flipped over the saddle and stepped on a jujube red horse, and the Nine Palaces Turning Cloud Sword turned into a bright silver spear, which was held in his palm.

Red horse with black armor, silver gun boy, in front of the army, the black armor general shook his hand and flipped over the gun, and suddenly ushered in a round of applause from the soldiers.