Ancestral land, heaven, Daxuan.
After experiencing the initial panic of the moonlight transmission, the human race also reacted.
Daxuan Emperor Ye Heng damaged his heart and released the Three Cauldrons of Luck, which he spread to officials at all levels in Daxuan. He used the emperor's magic "Emperor's Favor" to "promote three levels in a row".
The ninth-rank county magistrate becomes a master, the seventh-rank magistrate becomes a great scholar, and as for the third-rank minister... If you are not lucky enough, you have to rely on yourself.
It's just that such a great art is based on the national destiny. Once the national destiny is exhausted, officials will return to their original grades, and may even undermine Confucianism.
Han Changli once wrote a poem about this matter, metaphorically saying: A letter is sent to the nine heavens in the morning, and eight thousand people are demoted to Chaozhou Road in the evening.
However, under this "imperial grace", almost all officials accepted it without hesitation.
At this moment, as long as they can gain the power to protect Li Shu, they can pay any price.
As the saying goes, "If you want to eliminate evil things for the sake of sage, you are willing to cherish your remaining years."
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"Your Majesty..." Hou An walked to Ye Heng with a bowl of medicinal food and said softly: "Eat something..."
Ye Heng shook his head. After using "The Emperor's Grace", he was no longer as energetic as he looked before. At this time, his eye sockets were sunken and wrinkles were obvious on his face, as if he had aged ten years overnight.
"How's the situation?" Ye Heng waved his hand and asked.
"So far, 18,364 officials have died for their country..."
"Where are the people?"
"The people... are countless..." Hou An sighed softly, and then said quickly, "However, the important city of Fucheng is already protected by formations, and there are many great scholars in it. The people in the surrounding towns are protected by officials. , and most of them took refuge in such important cities, with less losses.”
Ye Heng closed his eyes: "What a catastrophe..."
"I am not virtuous..."
"Your Majesty..." Hou An looked at Ye Heng distressedly and sighed, "This is a plan that the barbarians have laid out for hundreds of years."
"Even Emperor Linhuang Wu has never eradicated the barbarians. This guarding against thieves for a thousand days will eventually break down. Your Majesty, please do not blame yourself."
"When the old slave came, I heard Mr. Wen say that in this moonlight transmission, the barbarians invested nearly 20% of their strength overnight!"
Ye Heng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Hou An: "Twenty percent!"
Don't say that 20% doesn't seem like much. For the size of the human race and barbarian race, 20% of the clan's strength can already destroy the world.
Take the human race as an example. There are ten clans, of which 30% are outside the sky to guard against the demons, 30% are in the north preparing for war against the barbarians, 20% are guarding the southern border, 10% are scattered in the East China Sea and the Western Region, and only 10% are guarding the Daxuan territory.
Later, Chen Luo conquered the southern wilderness and liberated 20% of the clan's strength. 10% of them went to the northern border for reinforcements and 10% stayed in the southern border to prevent unexpected events.
As for the East China Sea and the Western Regions, although Chen Luo also conquered them, managing the Western Regions requires a large number of manpower, so all the forces originally responsible for the defense of Yuanhai were invested in the Western Regions.
Therefore, the current layout of Daxuan is 30% Tianwai, 40% Northern Territory, 20% Western Region, 10% Southern Wilderness, and the number of people guarding Daxuan is still 10%!
On the other hand, if the barbarians are true as Wen Xiang said, the power they transmitted accounts for almost 20% of the barbarians, then for the barbarians, this is almost a gamble on the luck of the clan.
After all, they still need to deploy forces in the north to hold back the main force of the human race, which accounts for almost 40% or even 50% of the clan's strength. As long as the northern human race wins, whether it is the barbarians who go forward or return to strangle, the barbarians will almost be killed. Break luck.
"There are King Jing in the three southern states, and King Qilin passed through the southern border first when he entered Xuan Dynasty. So far, the losses are minimal." Hou An continued, "The Western Regions have also set out to return reinforcements, but the distance is too far. Except for the Half Saint, Other support is slower.”
Speaking of this, Hou An felt that he still had to tell Ye Heng some good news, so he raised his voice slightly and said, "But Your Majesty, it's not that we don't have good news."
"In the north, Xin Jiaxuan, the North King of Zhenxuan, was conferred a saint. He crossed the realm of first saint in one step and became a half saint."
"In the east, Li Changgu, the king of Zhenxuan East, was canonized. His poems turned into waves, and two barbarian gods were buried."
"So far, the four kings of the East, South, West and North of Zhenxuansi's generation have all been canonized! This is rare in history!"
"In addition, Chen Gongbi, the deputy minister of the bias office who went to Mozhou to support him, also became a legalist semi-saint in one fell swoop."
Having said this, Hou An paused and continued: "In addition, among Chen Zhuguo's disciples, the Sword God Xie Xiaofeng and Wujizi Song Wuji have also traveled thousands of miles!"
"Xie Xiaofeng is not yet twenty this year, and Song Wuji is just ten years old!"
"Throughout all dynasties, this is something worthy of special mention in the martial arts of emperors!"
Listening to Hou An's exaggerated tone, Ye Heng finally had a faint smile on his face.
"Don't try to coax me!"
"Now that the people are still in dire straits, my false reputation is not worth mentioning."
Hou An shook his head: "Except to make His Majesty happy, I think the most dangerous moment has passed."
"Reinforcement from the Western Region and Yunlong's departure to sea are enough to suppress the barbarian forces within the territory!"
Ye Heng was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the dim sky outside the imperial study: "If I were the barbarian emperor, how could I not take this into consideration."
Hou An's expression changed: "Your Majesty, what do you mean..."
"Now that we are on the gambling table, there is no reason to be soft." Ye Heng shook his head, "Barbarians will never give up."
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Barbarians, Wumei Snow Mountain.
The blood is permeating the air, filling every corner of the mountain. Walking in it is like walking in water, and you can clearly feel a sense of stickiness.
"Your Majesty..." Ta Gu bowed devoutly in front of Emperor Man.
In the formation of the great banner, Emperor Mantian slowly opened his eyes, looked at the tower bones, and asked in a gentle tone: "Has everything in Mancheng been arranged?"
"Back to Your Majesty, everything has been arranged." Ta Gu responded.
Emperor Man was silent for a moment and then said: "Do you think this emperor is too cruel?"
"Ta Gu doesn't dare." Ta Gu lowered his head.
Emperor Mantian nodded and said: "Whether it is a human race or a barbarian race, the fundamental purpose is to reproduce the race..."
"Cangtian is different from Mantian."
"The barbarian sky will never be destroyed, and the barbarians will never die. This gives us the barbarians the capital to make comebacks again and again."
"Even if we reach the final step, as long as we endure a hundred years, our barbarian tribe will still prosper."
"Sacrifice is inevitable."
"Especially, our opponent is the powerful human race."
Ta Gu sighed softly: "Ta Gu is willing to follow in His Majesty's footsteps."
"The devil's will is limited, and the summoned demon can only contain it for a while." Emperor Mantian looked at Yidu's body and said softly, "After the two bright moon killings, we still need ways to deal with the returning human power from outside the world."
"These are sacrifices that must be made."
After saying that, Emperor Man paused: "Where is Han Changli?"
"Back to Your Majesty, Han Changli and Chen Xiyi wanted to enter Mantian, but they were blocked in the void by the four elders of the Golden Tent." Tagu replied.
Emperor Man nodded.
Whether it is the Three Yang Great Barbarian God or the Full Moon Great Barbarian Sacrifice, there is an honorary title among the barbarians, and that is the Great Elder of the Golden Account.
In other words, four Barbarian Gods and Barbarian Sacrifice, whose level was similar to that of Three Questions and Half Saints, stopped Han Changli and Chen Xiyi two against one.
"With the blessing of Heavenly Father, there are now nine great elders of the Golden Account under Mantian." Emperor Mantian said calmly, "We lost three of them in the first battle of Dongcang City. Although there are already alternatives to receive the blessing, but We haven’t been able to break through in a short period of time.”
"Of the six remaining elders of the Golden Account, Han and Li held back four of them!"
"I have to say that the way of the human race really gets stronger the further you go."
Ta Gu thought for a while and said: "Compared to human self-cultivation, my barbarian way is indeed a bit frivolous. It may have an advantage in the early stage, but after cultivation, especially after the Qiankun realm, it will inevitably be weaker in comparison."
"However, the human race has more enemies to deal with. If Chen Luo hadn't conquered the Southern Wilderness, destroyed the Western Region, and leveled the Yuanhai, it would have been in danger this time."
"Besides, the Master of Ates Palace and the Master of Sakli Palace may not lose to Han Changli and Chen Xiyi one on one with the help of Manshen Palace and Mantian Palace."
"As long as the Tianwai Saint Clan is contained and there is no large-scale return of reinforcements in a short period of time, then the advantage still lies with me!"
Emperor Mantian was noncommittal and just changed the subject: "Oh my god, is it getting dark soon?"
"Back to Your Majesty, it's time to raise the moon."
Emperor Mantian nodded again, raised a hand and pointed at Lamia's body.
The next moment, the raised hand exploded into pieces, condensed into a drop of blood, and fell into the forehead of Lamia's corpse.
The corpse of Lamia, which had been silent for a day, opened its eyes again, and the bright moon appeared in its eyes!
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Mozhou, Tianli City.
If Fangcheng is the private residence of the Fang family, it is not an exaggeration to say that Tianli City is the holy city of the Fang family and even the entire Fangli lineage.
Because it was here that Fang Yin became a saint.
And this place also has another name, called the Thirteen Holy Cities.
Because in the center of Tianli City, according to Fang Sheng's wishes, a statue of thirteen people was erected. These statues are faceless, all in ragged clothes, but full of righteousness. Some people say that this is Fang Sheng's prediction of Fang Li's future. Thirteen saints will appear, and the thirteen holy cities come from this.
Due to the existence of the Fang family, Mozhou has always been Fang Li's base, and in Tianli City, Fang Li is even more popular.
However, since the Taoist dispute in the bamboo forest, Fang Li declined, and the entire Tianli City fell into confusion and struggle. Some Confucian scholars stood up and switched to other schools, while others felt sorry for themselves and allowed their cultivation to continue to decline.
The big city that used to have strict customs and strict etiquette has almost gone to the other extreme in a short time. There are many brothels, drunkards are rampant, and you can see people going crazy every moment...
Sometimes, collapse happens overnight, but reconstruction takes a generation or even several generations of effort.
The city is like this, and the people's hearts are even more like this.
However, a sudden barbarian attack intervened.
As a large city with a population of one million, Tianli City naturally has protective formations. However, the traces of Fang Sheng in Tianli City were too heavy, so the protective formation was naturally arranged by Fang Li's lineage. As a result, due to the decline of Fang Li, the countless protective formations lost the support of reason and were simply vulnerable.
At the moment of life and death, the statues of the Thirteen Saints suddenly burst out with majestic momentum, and a familiar yet unfamiliar aura of the Holy Path filled the whole city.
Immediately afterwards, a scarlet flag seemed to appear in the sky. The flag was damaged, and the characters on it were unclear, but the wind was strong. Under the banner, thirteen figures walked out of the thirteen statues, blocking the first wave of barbarian attacks.
There was a scholar named Fang Li who was confused at first, then ecstatic, then cried bitterly, and shouted loudly: "It's Fang Sheng, Fang Sheng is still there, Fang Sheng is still there!"
But is Fang Sheng really still there?
These are just the thirteen breaths injected by Fang Sheng when the statue was completed.
These auras did not last until the end, but they bought time for the arrival of other reinforcements.
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"Mom, it's dark." In a Yamen evacuation point, a simple formation held up a weak light curtain. In the light curtain, there were all women and children. A girl who looked to be only four or five years old was held in her mother's arms, looking at the sky and speaking with fear.
The mother hugged the child tightly, not knowing how to relieve the child's tension.
She was originally a concubine of the Fang family and was married to the son of a great Confucian named Fang Li. Although she had not yet given birth to a boy, she lived a carefree life relying on her status as a member of the Fang family.
However, since the Daoist War in the Bamboo Forest, her father-in-law disappeared, her husband went to the north, and those relatives stopped contacting each other. The happy life was ruthlessly shattered.
She didn't understand the holy way, but he knew that the Fang family had lost.
She hates it, but she doesn't even know how to hate anyone because she doesn't leave the door.
She only knew that the most famous disciple in the bamboo forest was Martial Ancestor Chen Luo, and the biggest culprit responsible for the Fang family's failure was also Chen Luo.
Then hate him!
But……
She raised her head and saw a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, who was not good-looking but full of energy, walked up to her, raised her hand and touched her child's head, took out a candy from her sleeve pocket and handed it to her. , said softly: "Don't be afraid, sister will protect you..."
"Thank you." She subconsciously wanted the child to refuse the girl's candy, but when her words came to her lips, she still turned to a thank you.
She tilted her head, and there were many women like this girl around her. They were all wearing white clothes, but now they were all covered in blood, with colorful patterns embroidered on their sleeves. They were holding long swords, either patrolling or meditating.
It was them who seemed to fall from the sky yesterday and rescued them from those brutal barbarians.
They said that they were from Dongcang and were disciples of the Emei lineage of the Martial Academy.
They are disciples of Martial Ancestor Chen Luo!
"Can a woman be so heroic?" For a moment, the hatred in the heart of this concubine of the Fang family was shaken.
If she were twenty years younger, she thought, she would also want to join them.
Now, she looked at her daughter in her arms and sighed softly.
"Have you heard? Yesterday, the senior sister of these girls killed three great barbarian emperors with one sword! My God, those were barbarians equivalent to a first-grade scholar!"
"I heard that a semi-saint is coming. We should be safe, right?"
"Sheng Fang bless you, Sage Fang bless you..."
The concubine of the Fang family heard the whispers of others. She shook her head. Everyone was obviously running for their lives. Where did they get this news?
This is really unbelievable to her who has never left her house since her marriage.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded.
The girl who was still comforting her daughter suddenly changed her expression, suddenly pulled out her long sword, and shouted: "Enemy attack!"
"Set up the formation!"
The concubine of the Fang family looked at the sky and saw countless moonlight condensed into pillars, making a comeback!
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The battle entered a fever pitch almost immediately.
The roar caused by the magical power was continuous, shaking everyone's eardrums.
In various refuges, the protection composed of luck and formations was crumbling in the aftermath of the battle, and all the people were crowded together, waiting for the judgment of fate.
But soon, bad news came.
A sense of sadness filled the air, and then a figure appeared from the void and fell to the earth.
This is the death of a semi-saint!
A Half-Saint Fang Li who came to support during the day today was beheaded by the Barbarian God in a battle in the void three moments after the moon rose. The Saint died in Tianli City.
For a moment, the balance of the battlefield was broken, and the barbarian god tore through the void and fell in front of the Thirteen Statues in Tianli City.
"Hahahaha, today, the city will be massacred!" The barbarian god looked up to the sky and screamed, and the voice spread throughout the city. He raised the giant hammer in his hand and smashed it towards the Thirteen Statues, but the next moment, a clear voice sounded, It also resounded throughout Tianli City.
"you try!"
"Dang!" The giant hammer that hit the statue of Thirteen was blocked. The barbarian god frowned and looked intently. Under the giant hammer, he saw a pretty figure with long hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a sky-high dress. The man in the green gown was holding two Emei thorns in his hands, holding his giant hammer.
"Hmm? The Four Martial Arts Masters, Su Qianqian?" The barbarian god recognized the identity of the person, but then he raised his giant hammer and hit Su Qianqian again.
At this moment, Su Qianqian didn't have any feminine look at all. Her figure flashed, and she didn't retreat but advanced, and she actually wanted to fight the barbarian god at close range!
Man Shen was also stunned by Su Qianqian's move. He didn't react for a moment, but he actually fell into Su Qianqian's rhythm. The pair of Emei thorns shone coldly in Su Qianqian's hands. Every move was aimed at the brutal god's fatal point, and actually forced the brutal god back ten steps!
Someone once asked Adamo to comment on martial arts geniuses. Adamo didn't say much. He just smiled and modestly said that he was a safe person; There was a word "wonderful" in his hand, and when he finally said Su Qianqian, Adamo shook his head gently.
"Senior Sister Su..."
"fierce!"
When these words were said, most people nodded in praise, but only a few people approved of Su Qianqian's evaluation.
After all, in the eyes of many martial arts geniuses, the only woman among the Four Elites, Emei Senior Sister Su Qianqian is like a fairy. Not only is she beautiful in appearance, and is ranked as one of the twin sisters of the East Cang with Luo Hongnu, but she is also gentle and soft-spoken. , is the white moonlight in the hearts of countless people.
How could such a person be so cruel?
In this regard, Aji could only sigh secretly that these people were so ignorant.
Think about what Su Qianqian went through, her family was destroyed, her maid was humiliated to death by gangsters in order to save herself, but what was the first martial arts Su Qianqian learned?
Nine Yin White Bone Claws!
In order to take revenge, she, who was originally a delicate eldest lady, would dig up corpses to practice martial arts!
If Chen Luo hadn't untied her knot in time, Su Qianqian would have been possessed by the devil.
Those people have never seen the serious Su Qianqian!
Adamo once guessed that Su Qianqian had traveled the deepest on the road to the world of mortals. Perhaps she was the first warrior to travel thousands of miles in the world of mortals.
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Su Qianqian succeeded in the strong attack, and then struck hard with her moves, beating the wild god until he couldn't breathe. This kind of attack completely ignored defense and was fighting for the opponent's life every time, making it difficult for the barbarian god to resist for a while.
But it didn't take long for the barbarian god to react. He first took a few steps back to gain some room for adjustment, and then with all his energy, he attacked Su Qianqian fiercely.
In this head-on collision, Su Qianqian was naturally at a disadvantage. She was thrown away by the violent earthquake and hit the statue of the Thirteen Saints before falling down.
"Sure enough, it's still a little worse." Su Qianqian coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Su Qianqian, no matter how strong you are, you are still not ten thousand miles away." The barbarian god looked at Su Qianqian and groaned, "I will not kill you. I will destroy your cultivation and take it back to enjoy it." !”
"Presumably with your background, you won't be killed so easily!"
When Su Qianqian heard this, her eyes suddenly turned cold.
The barbarian god raised the stone hammer and suddenly attacked Su Qianqian again, but the next time, a ray of light lit up, and a small apricot-yellow flag appeared on Su Qianqian's head, covering Su Qianqian. , blocked the attack of the Barbarian God.
Su Qianqian let out a long breath.
She raised her head, not looking at the barbarian god, but just looking at the sky, as if a colorful avenue appeared in her eyes.
"Master..."
"Focus on the ape, bolt on the horse!"
"However, there is a strand of love in Qianqian that keeps cutting off, tripping me up."
"Obviously one step can make a thousand miles, but I...can't let it go!"
"Adamo has seen through it, and you must have seen through it a long time ago..."
Su Qian smiled slightly, but tears fell from her eyes.
"Today, disciple, I will cut off my love and set foot on the world!"
"Chen Luo..."
After saying that, Su Qianqian slowly closed her eyes, and immediately, a mysterious Taoist charm emanated from her body.
The expression of the barbarian god changed, and he raised the hammer again and was about to hit the light curtain constructed by the apricot-yellow flag, but the next moment, a majestic and ferocious aura emerged. At the same time, the colorful avenue appeared in the sky, and a singing voice appeared. Ringing——
"The misty rain and the blue sky cause trouble, and the nine yin and white bones make waves."
"On the road to heaven with the thread of extinction, the peaks of martial arts are rising one after another."
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At the same time, Lingzhou, bamboo forest.
A momentum emerged slowly, and no one noticed it at first, but soon, the situation changed, and then it was quickly restrained.
"Congratulations, teacher, you are out of trouble after three questions!" Zhulin Lao Qi's voice immediately sounded.
