Donglin's men and horses had all retreated, and there was no use for Lianwei and the others to stay any longer, so they all turned around and retreated.
Almost at the moment they left, the sky and the earth in the royal capital became dark. The space seemed to have returned to chaos. All the forces of heaven and earth became chaotic and the order was reversed.
This means that Donglin is losing its influence on the power of this world.
Taimiao Ling's eyes turned red. The power of faith in his body was dim and shrunk ten times. In order to persist in the fight with Zhan Changfeng, he continued to consume blood and essence, driving the power of faith to fight with her. His body was withered. His eyes were cloudy, like an octogenarian. On the other hand, Zhan Changfeng had consumed a lot of energy and his soul power was nearly exhausted, but he still had that calm demeanor.
It is naturally impossible for her alone to forcefully seize the power of the world from Donglin. The Donglin Dynasty has been established for nearly a thousand years, and the power of faith and luck permeating the land of the royal capital are comparable to the great rivers. How can we casually seize its control?
But relying on her divine body's affinity for the power of the world, she seizes various powers while absorbing them to replenish her own strength. She also controls the speed of consumption and absorption, making herself seem to be at the point of exhaustion. state.
The Imperial Ancestral Miao Ling was deceived by her condition and burned his essence and blood in an attempt to gain momentum, but instead he found himself in a dilemma.
. unable to escape, choking on a mouthful of old blood, staring at Zhan Changfeng who suddenly had the strength to compete with him.
Zhan Changfeng's strength came and went quickly. If it could not resist his exertion, he would be half withered.
In this life-and-death struggle once it begins, the Taimiao Order, who is in a dilemma, can only consume blood essence and blood again and again to gain the strength to win.
Four times and three times, he failed to exhaust her to death, and he first reached the point where he was exhausted.
In the chaos, the Taimiao Order roared, sacrificing the last two drops of essence and blood, and the dim power of faith and decadent national fortunes flourished like a flashback, driving the world power of this place towards Zhan Changfeng with all their strength.
It was as if a piece of heaven and earth were about to press down, and the immense power imprisoned this space, just like squeezing an ant with your hands, and it immediately crushed her to ashes.
The strong wind blew up, making her snowy hair fly and her clothes flutter.
In ten days and ten nights of fighting, the power of the world she conquered was beyond imagination, enough for her to stand still without wavering.
The power of the world condensed into a long sword in her hand, and the fate of the country was protected. The power of faith opened the way. The long sword flew out, and the sky and the earth cracked in an instant. At the same time, the influence of the Donglin Dynasty on this territory also cracked.
The Golden Dragon of National Fortune on the Imperial Ancestral Temple's body was weeping and wailing. Beizhao Continent seemed to have entered a cold winter, and the air was filled with desolation and sadness.
No one needs to remind anyone, the thought naturally pops up in everyone's mind, Donglin is going to die!
The order of the Imperial Ancestral Temple lay slumped on the ground like a withered skeleton, without a human shape.
He was as angry as a thread, and the dry skin sticking to his throat bones was trembling weakly. The power of faith overflowed from his body, like floating catkins that could not be grasped.
The monks who were watching behind were shocked beyond measure. The contest lasted for ten days and ten nights. Did Lin Yao, who was originally at a disadvantage, really win? !
Endless complex emotions surrounded the world of mountains and seas, and countless lamentations rang out. They discussed Zhan Changfeng and the new Taiyi Kingdom, and speculated on the aftermath of the changes, analyzing the pros, cons, and opportunities.
However, most people think that it is time for Zhan Changfeng to slow down, build up his prestige, build up his good name, and rack his brains to think about how to take over the huge territory of Beizhao and convince the eight billion monks in the territory.
A certain talented minister in Jingyao looked at the scene in the water mirror with a sad face, but there was a trace of self-righteous sarcasm hidden in his eyebrows, and he said with certainty what most people were thinking, "Linyao is not afraid of clenching his teeth, Dong Lin is a man." If she dies, the heroes will inevitably rise again, which will make her miserable, and she will definitely save the life of the Imperial Ancestral Order, and perform a show of treating the captives kindly, and persuade the soldiers and ministers from the east to join her account. "
But in that desolate scene, this person walked up to Taimiao Ling. Taimiao Ling's breathing quickened and she raised her finger as if to say something, but she casually swung her sword and ended him completely.
The golden dragon of national destiny dissipated amidst the cries of pain, and the dynasty fell!
No hesitation or stagnation, too straightforward and too indifferent, I didn't even bother to listen to his last words.
This action was more impressive than any previous Taoist combat skills, as if the sword struck him lightly. Groundless fear.
Obviously her previous action of throwing the technique towards the empty mountain was still in her mind, so why was she so inhumane and overbearing at this moment?
Are the monks afraid of her sword? No, they are afraid of her not being kind enough!
They want to mediate in this situation, want to make profits from this change, and want her to do everything possible to win over them. But now, they have the illusion that she will kill everyone who resists like she destroyed Donglin!
At least, the person who takes the lead will be killed!
This sword is filled with absolute authority that cannot be refuted or left to chance.
The most terrifying thing was that the wandering gaze seemed to penetrate the space and fall on the monks who were secretly peeping from behind. The heads of the clan leaders felt numb when they saw it, and they felt a little bit more uneasy.
She seemed to be looking at them, and also at the territory in front of her, "Beizhao will never come east again, and Taiyi will soon take over."
General Taiyi showed up again and entered the capital with orders to rectify Beizhao. The ministers in the east were uneasy and could not hide their sadness.
Zhan Changfeng walked alone on the empty road, looking at the Imperial Ancestral Temple at the end of her sight. To the east was ruin, and the national destiny was whimpering, but she saw that the world here lacked a layer of restraining power, and it was as bright and relaxed as a clear sky after rain.
Donglin uses faith to nourish the water and soil. The water and soil are mixed with the emotions of too many sentient beings. Compared with the world, it is as heavy as a Taoist heart that has been dragged into the world of mortals. It may be able to rule the world's creatures, but it has never been able to control it. Those monks with outstanding Taoism were convinced. Not all monks want the power of faith.
She doesn't want to govern only one side, nor does she want to govern only some of the monks who are busy in the world. She wants those creatures who claim to be immortals, demons, ghosts, Buddhas, and monsters to be able to escape her imperial way.
Therefore, if Taiyi takes faith as its foundation and builds a high platform, it will always be under the sky, unable to let those monks who want to cut off the world of mortals and jump out of the world take a second look. They can only use Qi to nourish the land and cultivate the land of heaven. Only then can we give Taiyi the possibility of embracing all rivers.
But it cannot be denied that faith is a good way to preach and win destiny.
Therefore, the faith missionary sites owned by the Donglin Dynasty cannot be lost.
Zhan Changfeng stepped into the Ancestral Temple, passed over the spiritual tablets of the ancestors of the Dong family, and examined the sacred tablets of King Donglin and his ministers.
The god's throne is the medium between oneself and the luck, merit, and incense. The country's destiny, believers' beliefs, and merits can be transferred to oneself through the god's throne, and one can also manifest in other realms through the god's throne. Showing one's own image is called "appearance" in the eyes of mortals.
