Wenguang one hundred and seventy-eight years, November.
Murong Zhi, the first man in Daxia, vowed to refuse to surrender and was beheaded by the King of Qi to sacrifice the flag for the army that was going out again.
When the news came back to the capital, the court was shaken and there was a cry of mourning.
The Four Kings of Great Xia, the God of War Lin Ping, proved himself to be a waste.
Murong Zhi, the first person to overcome the calamity, was beaten and captured alive, and is now a sacrifice to King Qi.
But now is not the time to be sad, the decisive battle is coming.
King Qi's troops had reached 400,000, and the hero went to the battlefield.
Opposite are Chen Tianping, the God of War, and another good general Ning Quan.
And their strength has already reached an astonishing one million!
There is no way, the King of Qi is too strong. In several wars, he has always defeated the many with less. If he could not be crushed by numbers, the world would have belonged to the King of Qi.
When the war was about to start, guests came to Ziyuan.
This time was different from the last time when the Royal Tomb Guards suddenly arrived. The news had been given in advance.
Naturally, the palace did not welcome him. There had been unpleasantness before, and with Wen Guang's reduction of vassal status, the princess who had been controlling the affairs of the palace would certainly not look good, but it did not cause any problems.
Visitors from the Imperial Mausoleum entered the city in a grand manner and were invited into the Purple Garden.
"The purple air comes from the east, the smoke from the cooking pots and the birds, but it is peaceful and remote. It is much quieter than the funeral garden."
The Holy Master of the Imperial Tomb personally led the team, followed by several Imperial Tomb Guards and several younger luck masters.
Xiang Ying, the strongest Golden Scale Master in Ziyuan, was the elder who was optimistic about Chen Shen.
The two fortune masters were very polite and did not mention poaching people.
"Senior Jinlin, I heard that there is a luck genius in your garden, named Chen Shen. Where is he now? Fengchen had great respect for him back then."
A younger Zihe Master in the Imperial Tomb suddenly asked.
He is less than 100 years old and can be considered a young man. He can do what young people like to do.
Hearing this, Jin Lin was about to speak, but the Saint Master on the opposite side made the introduction first.
Disciple of the Holy Master, very talented, the overlord among the white geese and green birds, and now the quasi-grandmaster of Zihe.
"I am the most aggressive disciple in my life. This time, when I learned that it was me who came to Prince An's Mansion, I insisted on following him. I was anxious to meet the Ziyuan genius whose reputation has spread to the imperial mausoleum."
The Holy Master smiled and said, implicitly, he also wanted to see who was stronger or weaker between his disciple and the Ziyuan genius.
The Golden Scale Master was slightly stunned, paused, and then said:
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the Holy Master. Chen Shen can't compete with his disciples now.
"
"Has Chen Shen not reached my level yet?" the genius asked quickly.
He had paid attention to Chen Shen and entered Zihe almost at the same time as him. Since he was a genius, he should have entered Zihe very quickly.
However, if Chen Shen is not at the level of a quasi-grandmaster, then there is indeed no need to continue this battle.
Although they are both Zihe Masters, their quasi-grandmasters are not at the same level as him.
The Holy Master also looked at Master Jinlin beside him. Just as his disciple said, there was indeed no point in sparring.
"No." Grandmaster Jinlin smiled and explained:
"It's not that he hasn't reached the level of quasi-grandmaster, but that Chen Shen has been the master of Zihe many years ago, and is now about to become the master of golden scales. So I feel that when he discusses the Tao with his disciples, he is bullying the younger ones."
"..." The young Master Zihe.
"..." Holy Master.
"It seems that Chen Shen's reputation as a genius is even greater than I thought." The Saint Master nodded.
It's not that Chen Shen can't do it, it's that his apprentice is lagging behind.
"It's actually so fast." The disciple of the Saint Master was surprised. He felt that he was a genius enough. It seemed that there were people outside the world who really couldn't underestimate the world.
"May I ask Master Jinlin where Chen Shen is? I want to communicate with him." Shi Can asked again.
Although I regret that I cannot compete with each other, I also want to admire the luck genius who surpasses me.
"..." Chen Shen.
Of course he was there too, he was called over by the Golden Scale Grandmaster.
"This is it." Yu Qing patted Chen Shen's shoulder beside her.
"That's you?" Shi Can looked at Chen Shen carefully: "Brother Chen Shen has red lips and white teeth. He looks very young. I thought he was Master Jinlin's golden boy."
"I have met the Holy Master, Taoist Master Shi, and all the senior masters." Chen Shen bowed and saluted everyone in the imperial mausoleum.
Then, Jin Lin chatted with the Saint Master, and Shi Can asked Chen Shen to discuss the mountain and river technique.
In the evening, all the luck masters from Ziyuan warmly entertained the people in the imperial mausoleum.
Shi Can was very familiar with him. Sitting next to Chen Shen, he seemed to be more familiar with Chen Shen than Zhang Ping.
Everyone in Ziyuan was not idle either. Many luck masters talked to Shi Can and other luck masters from the imperial mausoleum. They mainly wanted to establish a relationship and take them with them when they left.
It's a pity that unless the Holy Master speaks about this matter, they can't say anything.
As for bribery, people like Huangling are richer than Ziyuan, so how could they care about the property of Ziyuan people.
Early the next morning, the Holy Master went to the royal tomb.
When it comes to poaching people, Ziyuan Golden Scale Master cannot decide.
Only three people can decide.
One of them is Li Yue, the hard-working princess, but she wishes that all the imperial mausoleums would die and all the civil servants would die, so she would not be kind enough to provide talents.
It would have been better to have been Prince An, but the Holy Master had no way to see him. Since his status was not equal, he did not dare to see him.
And the last person is the Saint Master in the royal tomb.
If the Holy Master of Wangling is willing to let him go, even the princess will not say anything.
"Tell me, whether the trip of Holy Master Huangling can be successful? If it fails, I'm afraid Huangling won't dare to take people away at will, right?"
When the Holy Master visited the royal mausoleum, all the luck masters in the Purple Garden discussed.
"I have been gone for a long time. I guess the Holy Master of Wangling will not agree. Wenguang's reduction of vassals will not leave a way for King An and other kings to survive. How could the Holy Master be so kind as to give talents to Huangling in vain to help Wenguang protect his luck? ?" Someone said with certainty.
"Don't speak too early. I think your trip to the imperial mausoleum is hopeless. I hope everyone will stay and support you." Someone said dissatisfied.
The Holy Master of the Imperial Tomb has been here for three days.
Some people in Ziyuan who were able to go to the imperial mausoleum panicked, maybe they really hadn't reached an agreement.
A small number of people gloated about the misfortune, wishing that no one could go, and the Purple Garden would be one and die together, so they would feel safe.
But soon, the Holy Master came out.
"Thank you, senior!" He walked out of the royal mausoleum formation and bowed solemnly in the direction of the royal mausoleum.
It turned out that the two holy masters were discussing Taoism. The holy master of Huangling received the guidance from senior Wangling, and he was grateful.
As for the purpose of this trip, it naturally went very smoothly.
"Senior and I have reached an agreement to select talents for the imperial mausoleum. At the same time, we are mindful that the luck of the Southern Region is not easy. Senior has pity on us, so those who have been selected, I hope that after you go to the imperial mausoleum, you will have a good time to study the luck and protect it." Daxia’s luck must not let down the hard work of our seniors.”
Everyone understands the first sentence, but the following words of the Holy Master are somewhat unclear.
But soon, he understood the meaning of the other party's words.
According to the original purpose, only people above Grand Master Zihe, Shi Can and other people from the imperial mausoleum were taken away, which was inadvertently revealed in the past few days.
But the Holy Master entered the royal tomb, agreed to the old man's request, and selected many more people.
For example, the vast majority of Zihe-level luck masters are selected to enter the imperial mausoleum.
Grandmasters at all levels of Luque and below, as well as some promising luck masters, are also on the list to go to the imperial mausoleum.
This made many luck masters whose names were read by the holy master overjoyed and were extremely excited.
But after selecting people, some people were dissatisfied.
"I'm not convinced. Why can Grandmaster Bai Yan be admitted to the imperial mausoleum, but I'm Grandmaster Green Bird, but I'm not on the list?" A Green Bird Grandmaster said with a livid face.
However, the Holy Master just looked at him blankly and did not answer.
"Why, why can't I go? It's not fair. I want to see the old holy master Wang Ling, but you are showing favoritism!"
The luck master was still shouting. The holy master frowned slightly after hearing this, but still didn't say anything.
Grandmaster Jinlin beside him sighed and said:
"Don't mess around, just stand down."
However, this person was very dissatisfied and still felt that there was something behind the selection of the Emperor's Holy Master.
Yu Qing's eyes narrowed slightly and she looked at him indifferently:
"You have violated a taboo! You used special techniques to suppress the luck in your body, and you hid it from me, but don't forget, Ziyuan now has a Saint Master! Don't think about luck, in front of the Saint Master, no one can hide."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky fluctuated, and a powerful man from the royal palace appeared instantly and took away the luck master who had stolen luck.
The man looked pale and regretful.
Master Jinlin looked at the sky and shook his head slightly.
In fact, the Holy Master of the Imperial Tomb gave him a list of people who had not been exposed in the Purple Garden who had stolen luck. Some of them he knew very well, but some of them surprised even himself.
However, the remaining feelings were not made public and the list was burned.
However, many luck masters who can go to the imperial mausoleum but rely on luck to practice cannot be included in this list.
For example, Lao Zhao had a chance, but it was a pity that he took the risk and lost the opportunity now.
Zhao Decai stood in the crowd, his face a little pale.
Chen Shen turned around, looked at Lao Zhao, and sighed.
"I'm going to the imperial mausoleum. It's hard to come back. If you have relatives, you can take them with you. However, you are not allowed to enter the burial garden. All arrangements are made by yourself."
"Let's set off in three days!" the Holy Master added briefly in the end.
"Brother Chen Shen, you must have never been to the capital. Then I will show you the beauty of the imperial city." Shi Can winked at Chen Shen.
In the past few days, he ignored the advice and insisted on discussing with Chen Shen. As a result, he lost miserably, but the two of them became familiar with each other.
...
As the poaching from the Imperial Tomb came to an end, the Purple Garden was opened to the public. Some people went home to report the good news to their relatives, while some people wanted to spend more time with their relatives, and at the same time tried every means to become stronger, so that they could be safe and sound on the day of the disaster in Prince An's Mansion. .
"Master Zhao, take care of it."
When it was time to leave, Chen Shen went to Zhao Decai's home. He had two children, a full house of descendants, and was happy.
The two got drunk and talked a lot.
When he finally left, Chen Shen left ten powerful sword energies in his body without Lao Zhao noticing.
It was the fusion of his spirit and the Four Seasons Sword Technique of Dzogchen, and it was his strongest sword.
Don't leave too much, otherwise Lao Zhao's body won't be able to bear it and he will notice it.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed by, and Ziyuan Qi Luck Master followed the people from Huangling to the outside of the city and stepped into a huge warship.
"Tianzun takes care of it, everyone takes care of it!" Jin Lin and other luck masters waved goodbye to Li Wu and others below.
The strong men guarding the luck master did not come, they were all members of the royal palace.
While saying goodbye, the Saint Master on the ship felt a little strange.
Because some luck masters have many families, dozens or hundreds of people.
Another one went even further and brought a thousand family members with him.
After an interrogation, it was found that they were all the descendants and relatives of the luck master, which made everyone speechless.
It was not easy for the Holy Master to refuse. It was not against the rules to bring a family member, but he did not expect that the other party would bring so many.
Fortunately, the warship is big enough, with several floors, and can accommodate ten thousand people, let alone one thousand.
"Brother, are you ethnic migration?" someone joked.
"Brother Chen Shen, I didn't expect you to have such a beautiful wife!" Shi Can looked at the tall and charming Mu Xiaojin next to Chen Shen and said in surprise.
He was very good at judging people. Chen Shen was very talkative and unrestrained. He should be a loner.
I just didn't expect that the other person who looked like a boring gourd would actually have such a beautiful beauty.
"Ahem!" Zhang Ping walked over. His talent was not weak, but it was just overshadowed by Chen Shen's brilliance.
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be serious too." Shi Can's eyes widened.
Because Zhang Ping also has a confidante who is very beautiful.
"Cough cough cough!"
Several younger luck masters from Ziyuan came over. They usually seemed to be alone, but this time, they were all in pairs.
Everyone looked at Shi Can, who immediately ran away.
Not long after, violent spiritual energy fluctuations occurred, and the warship took off, flying towards the most exciting city today.
"Farewell, Anwang Fucheng."
On the bow of the ship, Mu Xiaojin leaned in Chen Shen's arms, looking at the increasingly smaller Anwang City below and murmuring softly.
"If you want to add a fight, you will love to add a fight." Chen Shen put his hands around the beautiful lady's waist and said something that made the other party very strange.
"Huh?" Mu Xiaojin tilted his head slightly.
.....
On the way to the imperial mausoleum of the Ziyuan fortune masters, a decisive battle broke out in the central part of the Southern Territory.
The King of Qi's 400,000 soldiers and horses fought against the King's army of one million.
In the battle, Wang Shi took the initiative to attack. Chen Tianping, Ning Quan, and Army God each led their troops to attack the King of Qi.
But this time, many of King Qi's arrangements were disrupted.
Chen Tianping and Ning Quan were not military gods, they only knew how to be reckless. The two led their troops in a large circle. They actually went around the back and took the retreat of King Qi. No one could stop them. King Qi's subordinates The army was defeated.
Looking at the chaotic battlefield, King Qi calmly analyzed it for a moment before making a decision.
If you want to win, you can only find a breakthrough from the God of War.
Roar!
The tiger appears.
Under the leadership of King Qi, the Wanshen Army went straight into the depths of the enemy's army, hoping to create a gap through the God of War and repel the opponent.
But King Qi also underestimated the determination of the God of War this time.
To say it was determination, it was better to say that Lin Ping's troops were too strong, with a total of 600,000.
Warships kept coming one after another behind the God of War.
Wen Guang has not made a good decision, the coach has not been changed, and the military god still has command authority, and of course he has the most troops.
Although the Ten Thousand God Army is strong, it is difficult to compete with an army of 600,000.
A dense army surrounded King Qi.
This time, he miscalculated and went deep into danger, only to connect himself with the army of gods.
"kill!"
Seeing that the situation was improving, the God of War naturally launched a general offensive of the entire army.
Victory is at hand!
King Qi had no choice but to support himself because he had no other options.
Danger suddenly came, and the army of gods was exhausted.
In the end, King Qi had to be decisive.
He led the All-God Army to carve out a tiny gap through the enemy's weak point.
The King of Qi flew alone outside the enemy's encirclement and shouted toward the sky:
"Your Majesty, it's your turn to take action!"
It's the same as a fox pretending to be a tiger, but the people are changed. Last time, the prince called his father, this time his father called him.
Chen Tianping in the rear wouldn't believe it, and Ning Quan wouldn't believe it.
King Qi doesn't need them to believe, as long as one person believes.
This man is naturally a military god!
Last time he hesitated, was deceived, and lost a great opportunity. This time, in the same way and in a different scenario, would Lin Ping still believe it?
Yes, the God of War did not disappoint King Qi. He felt that King Qi was the great hero of the world and the number one general. If there was an explosion, wouldn’t that be more real than real gold?
"Retreat!" Yes, Lin Ping ordered the army to retreat.
The army of gods escaped from the encirclement and could take a breather.
When the troops at the rear saw the troops withdrawing from the front, they rushed towards King Qi at high speed under the cover of several powerful men who had overcome the tribulation.
Then Lin Ping's face turned gloomy and very ugly.
Because he discovered that he was being tricked by Prince Qi and his son using the same trick.
But they still had the advantage and quickly launched an attack after reacting.
At this moment, King Qi felt the grievances of the God of War and complained endlessly.
This was the most brutal and exhausting battle he had ever experienced since leading the army, and the balance of victory gradually turned towards the Army Gods and the others.
After decades of planning and forbearing, are they all going to be ruined at this moment?
The God of War chases, and the King of Qi flees. Can the King of Qi escape even with his wings?
After three days and three nights of fighting, King Qi was at the end of his strength and the situation was almost obvious.
As for the God of War, as long as there is another fatal attack, King Qi will be defeated.
Chen Tianping saw this opportunity.
He is the most courageous general on the battlefield, and he can also grasp the situation, immediately organize a group of troops, and launch a charge from the weakest link of the Qi King's defense system.
The general took the lead in charging in. Without any surprise, King Qi's defense system was broken through.
Is the hero about to be destroyed?
Will not.
Since the ancestor of Shouling passed away, the fate of Daxia seems to be on the side of King Qi.
At this dangerous moment, good luck came.
Just when the enemy broke through the defense line, King Qi's army was about to be defeated.
The sky and the earth suddenly lost color, and thunder resounded across the sky suddenly, like a catastrophe that would destroy the world.
Everyone was stunned.
"The king of Qi is overthrown, and the power of heaven is revealed?" Master Wang was surprised.
It was at this moment of shock and doubt that they suffered a devastating blow.
The heavenly calamity seemed to have really destroyed the world, and lightning bolts as thick as trees struck the king's master.
In an instant, Wang's army was completely defeated. Chen Tianping, who was leading the charge, suffered the most damage. Tens of thousands of soldiers and horses died in an instant.
"Don't panic, it's the strong men who have overcome the tribulation who are breaking through!" On the military god's side, a peerless strong man shouted to wake up everyone.
Unfortunately it was too late.
Under the command of King Qi, there is not one strong person who has overcome the tribulation, but three.
One of them broke through the late stage in the mid-term, and two broke through the mid-stage.
The three tribulation kings were very smart and used the unparalleled catastrophe to bombard the enemy's troops, driving them to pieces.
If you don't break through early, you won't break through later. But at this time, I have to say that King Qi is very lucky.
King Qi was overjoyed and took advantage of the great opportunity without even watching.
Leading the Ten Thousand God Army and the rest of the army, when the king's division was in panic, they charged in from the flank.
"Form up, form up quickly!" Ning Quan from behind shouted angrily, but it was a pity that it was too late.
As if the King of Qi had entered a deserted land, he killed his opponent until his corpses were scattered all over the field, leaving only fear.
At this point, Wang's army was defeated.
The sudden change caught Chen Tianping by surprise. When he looked back, he saw a sea of blood and the king's army scattered in all directions.
The situation was reversed in an instant, the situation was over, and he was already surrounded by the Qi King's army.
"The battlefield is the destination for our soldiers." He shouted to the sky, then rushed into the enemy army and died from exhaustion.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ning Quan led the remaining army to flee north, but the military god was already on the way to escape when the situation reversed.
Both sides suffered casualties in this battle. The king's division lost more than 300,000 men, and the rest fled in all directions.
Of course, the King of Qi would not miss this good opportunity. He pursued the victory and captured 80,000 troops.
But it's a pity that he was stopped halfway through the fight.
That was General Zhenbei, responsible for the rear mission.
With no other choice, King Qi had to stop. Looking at the opponent's intact troops and horses, he could only withdraw.
But he won, with 400,000 troops and horses, defeating the king's army with one million.
There was some luck involved in winning, but the victory was enough to be written into the history of Great Xia and called a legend.
"Be the best in the world!"
On the way, when Chen Shen learned the news of King Qi's victory, he couldn't help but sigh. King Qi is awesome, and the time is right.
Before I rushed to the north, I passed by in a hurry and caught a glimpse of a scene like purgatory on earth.
It is no lie to say that one general's success will lead to thousands of bones being withered!
"But no matter who wins, it won't affect the imperial mausoleum. It's up to you to fight for this world!"
The war was not over yet. King Qi won the victory, but the king's division retained its strength.
This will be an epic battle of peace, Wen Guang versus King Qi.
But to him, it was meaningless. What he had been pursuing was immortality and immortality.
All the prosperity is but a moment to the immortal.
However, the most important thing is the excitement.
