After the appearance of Zhenwu Dharma, it was not as powerful as Wu Changqing imagined.
The golden light illuminates the entire snow plain.
The image of the Zhenwu Dharma was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, but the people present could not see clearly the true face of the Zhenwu.
After all, it was not Xu Fengnian's own understanding and awakening of the spirit of his previous life.
But it was forcibly attracted by Wu Changqing. This Zhenwu Dharma Image is not yet complete Zhenwu Qi.
However, this level is enough.
After inviting Dharma Minister Zhenwu.
Wu Changqing still closed his eyes tightly and began to look for the place where the energy of the remaining two great gods flowed.
The Emperor of the Qin Dynasty was most likely far away in Hutou City, Beiliang, a huge frontier town formerly known as Luoyang eight hundred years ago.
Think about this.
Another large stream of spiritual energy, as vast as the Guangling River, rushed towards Hutou City outside Beiliang.
That is today.
Zhao Chuan, the new emperor of Liyang, announced his break with Beiliang.
This can't help but make the atmosphere in the huge Liyang Beiliang tense.
It even made Beimang, who was outside Liang Liao and the northwest gate, ready to make a move.
From time to time, large armies would be sent to harass Beiliang.
That is this day.
Chu Lushan, the third-level Protector of Beiliang, was on Hutou City, looking at the Liang Mang army that was already in an anxious battle below the city, with an ugly look on his face.
The general on the side had already made plans to personally go into battle to retreat from the enemy.
But just when a thousand cavalry troops were about to emerge from Hutou City.
Thunder rolled in the sky, and a huge beam of light as thick as a mountain peak fell into Hutou City.
All the Beiliang generals on the city wall, including Chu Lushan, all turned their heads to look in shock.
I saw the huge light pillar falling into the city.
It was not the soldiers in the other side's city who were harmed, but the group of thousands of Beiliang cavalry who were ready to go out of the city to fight.
Under the illumination of the light pillar, everyone was full of energy and majestic momentum.
There were clearly only a thousand soldiers in the army, but at this moment, they were vaguely exuding the majestic aura of an army of ten thousand people.
Chu Lushan was inexplicably shocked. He stared blankly at the mysterious beam of light, and a figure in white appeared inexplicably in his mind.
He felt an extremely familiar aura above the light pillar.
"Is it...evergreen?"
Chu Lushan's shocked face gradually calmed down, and then he showed a warm smile.
The light beams in the city began to gradually dissipate.
But as the light beam dissipated, everyone in the huge Hutou City who stared at the light beam had their eyes widened.
Because after the beam of light dissipated, a tall man's figure was revealed to the world.
The man's face is as majestic and domineering as a crown jewel, his body is as tall and straight as the spine of heaven and earth, and his golden eyes are shining brightly.
The look on his face is even more comparable to that of all the dynasties in the world.
Even when Chu Lushan saw this person, he had the urge to kneel down and worship.
Not to mention the group of soldiers from Northern Liang that even the King of Northern Liang had never seen in person.
Although the burly figure has faded.
When his golden eyes looked at the fierce battlefield in the distance outside the city, everyone seemed to feel the man's state of mind at this moment.
"The prairie barbarians... are extremely ridiculous."
The burly man's sleeves fluttered and he pointed at the vast grassland outside Hutou City.
"Great Qin, the cool north wind is blowing!"
A voice that filled the entire North Central Plains eight hundred years ago.
Eight hundred years later, when Hutou City sounded again.
I saw the Beiliang Qianqi who were about to leave the city to fight, all drawing their swords and shouting "Beiliang, the wind is blowing!"
At the same time, the thousands of cavalry troops all had their eyes glowing with golden light, and their momentum was as strong as that of an army of ten thousand people.
Chu Lushan was extremely excited at this moment.
Although he didn't know the true identity of the tall figure in front of him.
But as long as they are people from Beiliang.
He, Chu Lushan, didn't care what the other person's identity was, he was a worldly hero that Beiliang could respect.
With Chu Lushan's high-pitched "kill" word.
Thousands of cavalry rushed out of the city like a torrent of steel, heading towards the Beimang army.
Obviously compared with the combat power of the two sides, even if Beiliang sent thousands of cavalry again, they were already weaker than Beimang's three thousand army.
When this terrifying army crashed into the enemy's battle formation.
It was so devastating that it completely tore apart the enemy's formation.
The defeat of Beimang's army has been determined.
After the burly man appeared, he stared at the battlefield for a moment.
When they saw the group of Beimang barbarians abandoning their helmets and armor and fleeing in defeat, they were satisfied and turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Liyang.
That is the appearance of this mysterious man.
Far away in the Qijianyue Mansion in Yuchanzhou, Beimang.
A young woman from the Qi Jian Yue Mansion suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of Beiliang.
In her innocent eyes, a look of surprise flashed through her eyes that was not easy to detect.
This is a stunning woman named Huang Baozhuang.
Originally, he was supposed to go to Jian Mansion to meet the master of the Mansion, Qing Huang.
But after she looked up to the south, she turned around and left resolutely.
She jumped out of the steep mountain range with one leap, and then this woman, who was clearly in the Vajra Realm, actually stepped into the air with her body like a fairy, heading towards Beiliang at high speed, or chasing the burly figure who had flashed away in Hutou City. The man left.
On the snowy plains of Huishan Mountain.
When that man with the majesty of an emperor appeared around the dharma body of Emperor Zhenwu.
Wu Changqing finally opened his eyes rarely and looked at the other party.
The burly man's eyes made slight contact with Wu Changqing.
There was not the slightest verbal exchange.
They just looked at each other and nodded.
Wu Changqing closed his eyes again and went to look for Xu Fengnian's last life.
"That must be the Emperor of Qin from eight hundred years ago."
"Just this ray of luck here makes me feel the unparalleled majesty of the emperor."
"This is much more majestic than Emperor Liyang."
Seeing the burly figure appear, Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't help but whisper in Lao Huang's ear.
"Tsk, it is indeed 80% similar in appearance to His Royal Highness."
"His Royal Highness is truly amazing."
"Well, no, his eldest brother is even more amazing. He can even find the luck that the Emperor of Qin left in the world."
Old Huang also groped his chin and sighed.
Chen Zhibao actually glanced at the figure of Emperor Qin, and then stared straight at Wu Changqing.
He tried to use his cultivation level, which was about to enter the celestial realm, to see how far Wu Changqing's strength had reached.
Xu Yanbing looked like he was watching a show, looking at a Zhenwu Dharma Prime Minister and the Emperor of the Qin Dynasty.
I just feel that although I am in the Great Celestial Realm, I really have to compare with these two great gods.
Even if the other party is just a ray of divine soul luck, I seem to be unable to compare with the other party.
Wu Changqing was already deep in thought at this moment.
The fortunes of Emperor Zhenwu and Emperor Qin in this world are pretty good.
After all, he is unlikely to leave the North Central Plains far away from Xu Fengnian.
But that's not necessarily the case for the previous leader of the Guanyin Sect.
Wu Changqing didn't understand Xu Fengnian's previous life, nor did he understand what the Qi Refiner was thinking in his mind.
This is a bit hard to find.
Just when Wu Changqing was concentrating his concentration on the vast land of Kyushu, he was trying his best to search.
A wisp of breeze from the north gave Wu Changqing hope.
