"It's not like those bastards from Huangcheng and Neihai."
Zuo Zining, relying on Dong Yunyue's close confidant, complained to her: "Sister Emperor, when can we leave the city to fight? I can't stand it anymore."
"Don't be impatient. There will be a time when you take action."
"They have been clamoring outside the city all day long, calling our Shenyu Army cowards... You have changed, Your Majesty. If you had had your previous temper, you would have crushed them to ashes."
Millions of troops from the Thirteen Prefectures came out in full force, with two Mortal-Slaying Realms at the same time. It was also a home battle. The military and civilians were united, their morale was at its peak, and I had the advantage.
She doesn't understand.
Why did Dong Yunyue order them to stay where they were and not to move rashly?
"Oh, you, you."
Seeing that the other party was going crazy with anxiety, Dong Yunyue had no choice but to reveal her plan. Zuo Zining was stunned after hearing this: "You two are really talented and brave!"
"I won't take it off."
"The City Lord of Huangcheng, the Three Inner Seas, the Sun-Moon Cult Leader, the Little and Little Ming Kings, there are seven Zhan Fans on the table opposite me, not counting the trump cards hidden in the dark..."
"Your Majesty, do you know that there are only three Zhan Fan Lun in our court?"
Zuo Zining counted on her fingers and said worriedly: "Even if you and the Emperor have great supernatural powers and can fight one against two, the chance of winning is still very slim!"
"It's not three to seven."
"You have a backup plan?"
"no."
Dong Yunyue shook her head, pointed at Zuo Zining, and then pointed at herself: "What I mean is that unless His Majesty the Emperor takes action, you and I will just sit back and watch."
Zuo Zining's eyes widened instantly and she stared at Dong Yunyue in disbelief:
"Your Majesty, are you crazy about gain and loss?"
"That's what he meant."
"Then the emperor is crazy!"
In desperation, Zuo Zining didn't even care about the disrespect of the emperor: "Your Majesty, the emperor is young and ignorant, and you are also ignorant? You just let him behave like this?"
"He is young? Have you forgotten that he was once my emperor's master? Don't be fooled by his skin." Dong Yunyue gave Zuo Zining a strange sideways look.
"The other one hasn't even fought yet. Why do you think he can't win?"
Zuo Zining asked back: "Then why does your majesty think that the emperor can win? This battle is related to the Qianqiu Sheji of our Shenyu Dynasty. Shouldn't your majesty treat it more cautiously?"
"I believe him!"
The empress replied without thinking, her voice was sonorous and powerful, and Zuo Zining, who argued hard, fell silent: What on earth was your majesty fed by the emperor? It doesn’t feel like ecstasy soup…
Just, it's amazing.
The majestic founding emperor of the country was actually willing to risk the country he had built with so much hard work and accompany a former subordinate to a defeated general in a bet that was almost certain to lose...
And enjoy it as sweet as sugar.
Either she is crazy, or the world is crazy.
A long while.
Zuo Zining let out a long breath and spoke weakly:
"What do you need me to do?"
In the end, she gave up, or in other words, she figured it out: she was just a minister, Dong Yunyue was the king, and doing her best and obeying destiny was the duty of a minister.
You can give direct advice, but you can't insist on having your own way.
Sitting high in the clouds for hundreds of years without moving is enough to prove that Dong Yunyue is not an ordinary person. Since she has unswervingly chosen the other party, she can just follow her.
Anyway, even if the sky falls, there will still be tall people holding it up.
"Don't do anything. As for you, just eat and drink well as before..."
The empress closed the military newspaper, bypassed the general's case, and stood in front of Zuo Zining. She suddenly leaned down and lifted her black hair from her temples, her eyes moved, and she smiled like a flower:
"Be good~"
…
Five years later.
Tai'an City, Shangyang Palace.
The Purple Sky Thunder Sea that once flooded the Qionglou Yuyu is now gone. In the courtyard, there are broken walls and ruins, and there are potholes sunk by the thunder everywhere.
Chen Yi sits cross-legged among the ruins.
The upper body was naked, and the back was covered with criss-crossing scars. On the underside of the wave mark on the chest, a thunder-like inscription flickered on and off, flashing with light.
"Boom!"
The few remaining Zixiao Lei in the Nine Heavens were like a caged beast that was about to fight back before death, draining away the last trace of its origin and smashing them down, threatening to pull him to death together.
Chen Yi slowly opened his eyes and grabbed it with his bare hands.
"Zi!"
Zi Xiaolei's thick thighs instantly curled up and turned into a tiny arc of electricity like a purple snake, swimming on his fingertips. After a few breaths, there were no more injuries on his body.
The faint light of thunder made the five Inner Sea gods, a hundred miles away, suddenly feel their hearts tighten. They looked up: They finally knew what the other party had done all these years, hiding it from the rest of the world...
Take charge of Tianlei!
"Crazy, crazy, this crazy..."
"This guy is a complete lunatic!"
"What is this kid's background?"
"I have lived for nearly a thousand years, and I have never heard that there is a method that can control heavenly thunder. How can the power of heaven and earth be driven by human beings? It is incredible!"
"He looked over at us, I'm sorry, what does he want to do?"
As if he sensed thoughts spying on him, Chen Yi's eyes, as calm as an ancient well, began to ripple, and then, like a chain reaction, they quickly boiled over.
A touch of supreme will permeated the air.
It was a kind of authority. The law of Heaven was supreme and could not be questioned or resisted. The might of Heaven was mighty, but it was not the might of this world, but...his own God's might!
this moment.
White clothes transform into heaven, and life and death occur on the palm of your hand.
His left hand was slowly raised towards the direction of Linde Hall. It was as straight as a pillar supporting the sky. His body was like the blue sky, penetrating the nine secluded areas, and his will, which the naked eye dared not see, stretched infinitely.
A road leading to the distance, even the Great Master Shen Kong could not see the end, but he could feel the coming of the aura that was enough to make even the Mortal Slayer realm tremble.
The sky gathers clouds of calamity covering thousands of miles.
One person was in mourning, the five statues had cold hands and feet, and invisible murderous intent locked onto them. The fear and horror from the depths of their souls became more and more intense, gradually occupying everyone's heart.
"No...don't...run away!"
I don't know who it was, but they shouted, and the five saints fled away without hesitation, burning their blood.
Chen Yi's palm pressed down unhurriedly, using an understatement to punish the heavens: Thousands of miles away, there was an unreachable mountain, and a bunch of thunder fell that destroyed the heaven and the earth.
"ah!"
A sudden scream echoed through the sky, and the mountain was turned into ashes.
On the desolate and red ground, the five statues were half-kneeling on the ground with weak auras. Although they were all injured, and some even fell down, their faces were all filled with the joy of surviving the disaster.
fine.
He showed mercy.
