The evening breeze blew through the wilderness, with a strong smell of blood, and the battlefield was littered with corpses trampled into mud, and in the distance there were soldiers carrying the corpses of soldiers who were still intact, and most of the people who came and went were men and horses of the Breaking Army.

The piles of corpses are packed into the small world and sent back to the sand sea outside Pingyang City for burial, and everyone, whether there is a whole corpse or not, will have a name in the Martyrs' Shrine, and will receive incense from future generations.

The wind grew stronger, and some of the grass in the distance, which was only crushed by flesh, struggled to raise its head under the strong wind, and the branches and leaves swayed in the low corpse forest.

The damp smell masked the blood, and there were dark clouds drifting through the sky, as if God could not see the lives taken by such a big war, and it would take rain to wash everything away. The Sky Breaker Sergeant who was in charge of carrying the corpse sped up, and some people only had one part on their body, but as long as they had the symbol of the Sky Breaker on their body, they would be loaded.

Entering the ground for peace is the last respect for a soldier.

The eyes of the deadly mounds in the armor mound had been forcibly covered by Wu Qiutian, and the hundreds of soldiers streaked across the sky like meteors, piercing their chests with their short blades, staining the square inch red with blood, showing their loyalty. The look on the face of every man in the Death Guard is not very good-looking, and these former robed brothers have all become rotten meat that cannot be moved, and no one feels good.

They don't seem to blame these people for turning against them, but feel that it is normal for each to be his own master.

Mo Cheng looked at Wu Qiutian, whose body trembled slightly in the wind, on the city wall, and looked at Mo Cangtian who was speechless beside him with low eyebrows, and made a hehe sound in his throat, and the words in his heart came to his mouth several times but he couldn't say it after all.

Mo Cangqiong turned his face: "Go to the teacher's side to comfort me, I'll go see this kid." ”

Killing people, in Yuan Haowen's heart, the status should be not much different from Mo Cangqiong, one is the only disciple, and the other is a subordinate who follows him for I don't know how many years, in a sense, the status of killing in Yuan Haowen's heart is even heavier.

When Mo Cheng brought the news of his death back to the Prime Minister's Mansion with the will of the Great Emperor Mo Cangqiong, Yuan Hao asked and sat on the Taishi chair, his hands trembled, his thin body was shaking all the time, and even his beard was shaking.

After a long time, he trembled his lips and asked, "Is it really dead?"

Mo Cheng couldn't bear to look at the eyes of the old man in front of him, lowered his head and lowered his voice: "Take your life and leave." ”

Yuan Haowen closed his eyes, two cloudy tears flowed out of his sunken eye sockets, and he instantly seemed to be dozens of years old.

He waved his hand dejectedly, signaling Mo to go out, and now this old man who was really confused just wanted to be quiet.

The people around him are gone, after so many years of ups and downs in the sea, it stands to reason that Yuan Haowen has been able to be as calm as water, however, when he really left, he suddenly found that he still couldn't do this.

Mo regretted leaving, his heart was full of melancholy, to be honest, he still felt a little sorry for Yuan Haoqing, no matter how much pity he had, it could only be a pity in his heart. These things can't be put into action, if there must be someone to persuade Yuan Hao to ask, this person can't be him, Wu Qiutian or Mo Cang is the best choice.

In the wind, Wu Qiutian was still standing in place, this was the ninth day, the corpses were probably cleaned up, the Death Killer Guard and Mo Yuwei could not care about the corpses of those dead soldiers, the Heaven Breaker Army could not care, the promise he had given was now barely fulfilled.

Wu Qiutian felt that the death of those soldiers was heavier than Mount Tai, and those who were lighter than Hongmao were people who were in a high position like themselves.

"What are you thinking?" Mo Cangqiong quietly appeared behind Wu Qiutian and asked in a low voice.

If it weren't for the timely appearance of this son-in-law, with the strength of Mo Yuwei and Death-Killing Guard, it would still be difficult to deal with so many people. Even if it was a lucky victory, it would be a pyrrhic victory.

Wu Qiutian said angrily: "Anyway, I don't miss you." ”

Lord Taishan never appeared on the battlefield from beginning to end, if it was before, he could still think that it was because Mo Cangqiong was seriously injured, but now he doesn't think so.

If Mo Cangqiong had appeared earlier, Mo Yuwei's morale would not have been so low, and he didn't appear at first, but instead appeared when the corpses were all over the field, which made Wu Qiutian feel worthless for those dead Mo Yuwei soldiers.

Mo Cangqiong said: "The young man is not very angry, there must be a reason why I don't appear, and I don't need to explain to you, don't be like eating gunpowder." ”

Wu Qiu Tiandao: "I don't understand other reasons, I only know that they are all living beings, and if you show up early, there may be many people alive." ”

Mo Cangqiong sighed: "Whatever you think, anyway, the matter has become a fact, no matter how you say it, it's in vain, let's think about how to deal with Tianao!"

Wu Qiutian was noncommittal, his eyes were confused, and he was still looking at the battlefield in front of him.

The rainstorm came, the black clouds that had been floating for an unknown amount of time finally arrived in the sky above Tianlong City, and a series of thunderbolts like giant pythons twisted their bodies from the air and smashed on the city wall, and the city wall caused by diamonds was bombarded by crackling thunder and lightning out of a huge opening, and one after another thunderbolts smashed towards the city wall, and it took a huge amount of manpower and material resources to build the city wall, and dozens of thunderbolts blasted out of a hole.

God can't seem to stand it anymore, there are too many people killed in this war.

Neither of them turned on the True Qi shield, quietly looking at the collapsed city wall in the thunderstorm, Mo Cangqiong looked up, there seemed to be a face in the sky, an extremely majestic but somewhat blurred face.

Wu Qiutian also saw it, once upon a time, when he was in the small world of Kyushu, he knew the so-called sky, and he didn't know what the difference between the heaven of this big world and the sky of the small world was, but this Tianwei was far from being comparable to the Tianwei of the small world of Kyushu.

God seemed to be very dissatisfied with the attitude of the two, the face of the sky appeared clearer, his eyes were wide with anger, and the thunder and lightning slowly became larger, until the western city wall was completely collapsed.

After the rain, the blood on the ground was washed away by a heavy rain, and the corpses that were soaked white by the rain were piled up in one place by the soldiers of the Mo Yu Guard and the Death Guard, and the fire burned brightly, and soon, the corpses and the clothes on their bodies turned to ashes.

100,000 miles away, the Chaos Spirit Domain, Xiaoyao Hou Mansion, heard the news that the remaining nearly six million Hou Mansion troops had surrendered to Mo Yuwei, Tianao Thunder was furious, the monks who had worked hard to cultivate were killed and wounded, and the remaining soldiers all surrendered.

Even Tong Mo, the commander of the forbidden army he elected, died on the battlefield, and such a blow was not insignificant for Tianao. He didn't care about the lives of those soldiers, he cared about so many people who couldn't take down Tianlong City.

The still sturdy body moved quickly in the air, leaving an afterimage in its wake.

Danze's face was full of bitterness, and he got a new edict that he must organize a team of no less than five million men and horses within half a month to conquer Tianlong City again.

After a big battle, whether it was the Hou Mansion or the Tianlong City, they all suffered heavy losses.

If the war continues, it may be a burden for both sides, and the accumulation of hundreds of thousands of years may be squandered in a hundred years, and not only that, but it will also make people's lives difficult.

When they learned that the Hou Mansion was expanding its army again and preparing to make a comeback, Mo Cangqiong took the initiative to discuss countermeasures with Wu Qiutian, and both of them meant that they would no longer start a war that would cost the people and money, and the two of them decided to go to the door in person and make a break with Tianao.

Using the lives of ordinary people to vent their anger, this kind of thing, Mo Cangqiong may have been able to do it before, but now the teacher Yuan Haowen has no support, if even he, the only disciple, refuses to listen to him, then Yuan Haowen will really become a loner.

Back then, Mo Cangqiong was still a little guilty in his heart, he was a careerist like Tianao, but now that his daughter is older, his heart has gradually settled down and is no longer wild.

"I'm on par with Tianao's cultivation, but his current strength is stronger than mine, I won't die in a short time under him, but it is impossible to kill Tianao, even if you have one more Feather Realm, I don't have any confidence in dealing with Tianao. "Mo Cangqiong is not without worry.

Wu Qiutian said firmly: "I promised Shizun that if I want to avenge him, Tianao must die, no matter whether I have the ability to kill Tianao now, I must do it." Otherwise, when the Mo Yu Guard and the Death Snatcher Guard are finished, I, the Heaven Breaker, will also be finished. ”

I have strengthened my determination, and no one can change it.

Even if Mo Cangqiong called Mo Niannu back from Pingyang City in a hurry, in that golden palace, Mo Niannu burst into tears and begged Wu Qiutian not to take revenge, but he couldn't change Wu Qiutian's attitude.

Mo Niannu knew in his heart why Wu Qiutian was like this, but he was afraid that it was not just as simple as avenging Xingtian, the bright woman in the small world of Kyushu might be the real fetters in his heart.

Regardless of her father's instigation, Mo Niannu no longer tried to persuade her, after all, her father and Wu Qiutian were the most important men in her life, once one of them had an accident, her lips would be cold, and the other would have no good fruit to eat.

The clever Mo Niannu no longer stopped, it was the night witch Qiu Tian and her after a cloud and rain hugged each other and slept all night, the second day Mo Cangqiong left a letter and went to the Hanging Cloud Continent with Wu Qiu Tian.

The letter was left to Red Sleeves, and the person who transferred it was Mo Niannu, so it should be more convenient for the mother and daughter to communicate with each other.

There are very few words left on the letters, only two: cherish!

This can be said to be Mo Cang's masterpiece, he has no confidence in fighting Tianao, and the purpose of leaving this letter is just to tell Red Sleeves that I haven't forgotten you.