Chang'an City is undoubtedly the largest city in this era, on this continent, and under the sky.
The jade rabbit fell, the golden crow rose, smoke curled up from the kitchens in Chang'an City, and people gradually became noisy.
Even with the tense atmosphere of the approaching demons and the mobilization of the imperial army, there is no way to reduce the entire city to a restless environment. They will still talk about the turmoil and feel uneasy, but life still has to go on.
Fortunately, this day did not seem to be the day chosen by the war.
Until the golden palace city and the gray outline of hundreds of squares, after spending the whole day exposed to the sun, we welcomed the meandering moonlight.
Shao Lingxiao and his four attendants appeared at the height of Chang'an City under the moonlight.
Originally, since the mobilization of the Forbidden Army, all buildings in Chang'an City that had certain height advantages had already been guarded by elite personnel assigned by the Forbidden Army.
They were alert to the fact that every half-quarter of an hour, they must use the sound of drums as a mark to announce their presence to their colleagues guarding other high places, and the sound of the drums when beating the drums is different in each round. If someone invades these If you try to imitate the drumbeat of the previous round, you will be noticed immediately.
However, when Shao Lingxiao appeared here, all the forbidden soldiers in this pavilion had already lost their lives under the sword energy. The sword energy as thin as hair passed through their throats, destroying the trachea, leaving only The needle pricked the same small hole and a little blood.
These men, either majestic or capable, could not even see any scars unless they looked carefully. They just seemed tired, leaning on railings, walls, and potted plants, with their heads slumped down, and their spears and knives still tightly in their hands. He was holding on to the ground in a messy manner.
Regardless of the drum beat half a quarter of an hour later, Shao Lingxiao looked calm, as if every part of his body was relaxed, overlooking the city in the moonlight.
The only "tense" place is probably the sleeve of his left hand. The sleeve is still wrapped around the sword of the Flying Light Sword, so tightly that it feels like his left hand is held horizontally behind his waist. A black and gloomy mourning stick.
Viewed from a high place, the streets in Chang'an City are divided into pieces by streets. The tiles on the roofs are arranged as closely as fish scales, and they look like black wheat fields that have just been plowed carefully. There are so many neat and fine traces left. .
Tile next to tile, eaves next to eaves, the buildings in every city are connected together, as if they have been so closely dependent on each other from the day the city existed until now.
Only the ridges of the roofs rising from the fields of tiles can make people see the difference between high and low, the difference between high and low. There are those high and long ridges with cornices and horns, squatting dragons and strange beasts, and there are low ones. It was so short that it seemed to be submerged by the shadow of the roof ridge elsewhere.
It was dark at night, and there was silence among the streets, but Shao Lingxiao could hear the breathing of thousands of people in the wind. This was the silence that enveloped the whole city, and it was also the silence that overflowed with vitality.
Shao Lingxiao's eyes were filled with those tiled roofs, his pupils were much darker than the black tiles, and the meaning was difficult to understand, so he craned his neck to look further into the distance.
Outside the city wall, which is as high as the shadow of a mountain, there is a moon like a silver gauze, and in the vast wilderness, there are sparkling lights in many places.
Eight rivers, including the Wei, Jing, Feng, Lao, Pou, Pou, Chan and Ba rivers belonging to the Yellow River system, flow around the city.
As early as the Western Han Dynasty, Sima Xiangru once wrote in "Shanglin Fu": "It is as vast as the eight water divisions, which are opposite to each other."
The magnificent beauty of the eight rivers surrounding Chang'an is clearly outside the city, but it is controlled by the atmosphere inside the city. The political orders here are spread all over the world, to Silla, Baekje, to the western regions beyond the Great Wall, to the vast plateau, and to the vast sea waves. .
The former Shiwandashan, the Liuzhao Kingdom, and the current Nanzhao were so far away that one could not help but be immersed in the atmosphere of this city.
Another round of drums sounded, but there was no response from the pavilions here. Everywhere fell into a strange silence. The subtle sounds could not escape the Grandmaster's ears and eyes, and they were surrounded from all sides.
The messenger fluttered his wings and flew away, and the sound of feathers flapping against the wind was also mixed in.
But just as one of the blood eagles flew high into the sky, a black shadow below penetrated the roof, turning the difficult-to-tame raptor into a bursting rain of blood and mist.
The long black shadow was slightly stuck in mid-air, one by one, with a dark luster, and the huge poisonous buds and spikes at the top made it unmistakable to anyone.
——This is a scorpion's tail.
The erect long tail was still extending rapidly, and the carapace made a clanging sound, and continued to become thicker, until finally, it was almost as high as the city wall.
Immediately afterwards, the house was torn apart like paper, and among the fragments, eight black shadows about the same length as the previous tail extended out.
After breaking through the walls and sweeping away the pillars, the people in the nearby houses were buried under the debris of the walls and roofs without even letting out a scream.
The inner guard's iron whistle sounded urgently, spreading from one point to another, and one after another further and further, until it could be heard clearly outside the city.
Everywhere in the city, in the blink of an eye, at least tens of thousands of lights and torches were swaying towards us.
More than a dozen nearby cities were in riots.
And the source of the nine poisonous scorpion tails, the six-armed creature that was originally similar to a humanoid, was also expanding rapidly.
Big clumps of muscles burst out from his body like exploding cotton. When the muscles on his shoulders swelled up, one big and one small, his head was squeezed out of sight, and then this swelling feeling spread to both sides. Arms and back extension.
For a moment, there was only a ball of flesh that was bigger than a house. All six arms were buried in the muscles and could not be seen at all.
But soon, a sound like thousands of firecrackers came from inside, and the bones proliferated crazily, re-supporting those supernumerary muscles.
The six arms turned into giant claws. The tips of the claws were sharp, and the arm muscles were knotted, becoming more smooth and beautiful. The joints were covered with carapace, and other parts were made of horny skin, which looked rough like a crocodile.
The position of the legs has become extremely thick. Perhaps because of the weight, it can only be kept there in a squatting position. The two hands at the bottom of the six arms also need to assist in supporting the balance of the center of gravity of this huge monster.
Finally, there is a huge head, growing out from between the muscles. The facial features are rough, and Sun Ling's appearance can be vaguely seen.
There is no such thing as hair anymore, but the top of the head is covered with bone spikes, like a monster crown made of countless thorns.
The Abyssal with golden eyes was supported on the ground with his arms and hind legs bent at the waist. His upper body was slightly straightened, and his arms were spread out.
Such a posture makes him only reflect half of his height. Even so, the height of his head is already over fifteen meters, and his nine tails are more than twice as long as his upper body.
He moved a little, and the ground could be felt within three miles. When he roared, a house in front of him was blown down, and the whole city could hear it.
But such a huge monster only made Shao Lingxiao's eyes slightly curious for a moment, and then he looked away again, paying more attention to Chang'an's response.
The heavy crossbows of the Forbidden Army were carried by strong men and rushed over. Many masters were rushing over there. The sound of pipa played to offset the terrifying oppression of the demon's roar.
The Spring and Autumn Sword, which controlled the flowing water, slashed horizontally and clashed with the Abyssal One's punch. The fist was shattered, but the flesh and blood quickly regenerated from the wrist.
The nine long tails roared back and forth, sometimes far and sometimes near. Wherever they went, whether they were soldiers or civilians, as long as they were rubbed by the spikes at the top of the tails, they would melt into a highly toxic slurry and be absorbed.
Even so, the morale of the Forbidden Army did not suffer a big blow. They seemed to have speculated and rehearsed in this regard. The heavy crossbow stayed a little far away and fired rapidly. The brave generals roared and threw Spear.
The roars of the Abyssal Ones also came out one after another. When the demon mutants outside the city heard these sounds, they seemed to have received orders and rushed towards the city from all directions at full speed.
Those deformed and inhuman figures climbed over the city wall and fell downwards. Some were blocked by top-notch experts, while others rushed straight in from remote angles, killing without restraint. Under the leadership of the Abyssal Ones, these monster mutants would become even more excited.
However, the light of the torches quickly dispersed and gathered together, which represented Chang'an's guarding force, one after another, to stop the demon's footsteps.
The whole of Chang'an was awakened. There were flames of war everywhere, and torches were extinguished, but no flames escaped.
"The Tang Dynasty was established in Zhao Zhao, and God provided for all nations..."
After witnessing all this, Shao Lingxiao read out the words praising the Tang Dynasty. His voice was long and neither a praise nor a mockery.
It was just such a scene of united efforts that made him feel that only these eight words could be applied.
To make the Tang Dynasty really feel pain, would it be enough to kill one or two emperors and destroy some food? So what does it matter?
Even if you want to stay away from the Tang Dynasty and plan enough strength to launch a war, it will take at least twenty or thirty years of excessive planning.
But that's too late, too slow, and many people can't wait.
It's not that Shao Lingxiao can't wait, nor is it that Ye Motian can't wait, but the people of Datang.
Those political figures, high-ranking officials of the imperial court, and even the larger number of soldiers who survived the Southwest War ten years ago are the targets of revenge.
Those court officials who did not go to the battlefield personally, but still controlled the logistics and dispatching strategies and contributed to the war in other ways, were the targets of revenge.
Those who cheered for the war ten years ago, empathized with it, and raised their arms and shouted, the common people of the Tang Dynasty in every city, every village...
Also, the goal of revenge!
Shao Lingxiao has wasted ten years. He can't wait any longer, and wait, and wait, until the generation ten years ago is almost dead, and they have almost forgotten the mood ten years ago. Then he will launch revenge at that time. What kind of revenge is this?
He wants to bring about the most chaotic era and make those people fall into the painful turmoil in the shortest possible time.
Only the pain of so many people can cut off the cocoon of hatred on my body, get rid of the heavy and complicated shackles accumulated over the past ten years, and regain freedom and freedom.
And to achieve this, to defeat the Tang Dynasty at its peak, of course, the only way is to use the power of "Heaven".
Over the pavilion where Shao Lingxiao was, clouds suddenly surged in the moonlit night sky, and the ancient Tianmen slowly emerged.
The flying light sword trembled slightly, and the sleeve robe on his left hand was completely shattered.
The Abyssal One marched in the direction of the palace, advancing in a straight line. No matter what obstacles were in front of him, he destroyed them. Although the holders of the four divine weapons, including Lu Ningxian, could inflict certain injuries on him, they were also recovering quickly. In rebirth, there was no way to really slow him down.
Especially around this abyssal, there are bloody magic array patterns that continue to appear everywhere.
Some magic arrays cause the heavy fists of the Abyssal to suddenly accelerate, some provide hardened defense for certain parts of the Abyssal's body, and some are illusions that disrupt the spirit and interfere with the enemy.
Fux remained invisible and stepped on the left shoulder of the Abyssal One.
If this Abyssal was really just an Abyssal, he would never have such a clever cooperation with her. However, when the person controlling the Abyssal's body is also a person with magic ability, the cooperation between the two becomes particularly terrifying.
So much so that even if the deceased abbot arrived, he would be enveloped in a bloody halo, blasted with four arms, suppressed by a fast and slow attack, and sent flying backwards again and again.
The circle of blank streets and city walls between the imperial city and the outer city were destroyed by the nine long tails. When the Abyssalers were about to break into the imperial city, the men of the major families had to join the battle.
Buzz! ! ! ! ! !
Shao Lingxiao's right hand grasped the hilt of the Flying Light Sword, and Long Cry Qianli's sword intent reached the pinnacle of his life. The entire pavilion, the surrounding atmosphere, and all the surrounding objects trembled.
The spiritual power of the supreme master made his sword intention seem to turn into water-colored dragon shadows one after another, flying out from his body with a clear chant, traveling in the sky, becoming more and more slender.
The masters from the major families couldn't help but make horrified sounds.
They saw the Heavenly Gate in the night sky and the many dragon shadows wandering between heaven and earth, but this was not what frightened them. What shocked everyone was that any master who has entered the first-class realm has the ability to display in battle. All the energy was suddenly sucked away by those dragon shadows.
Even the true energy flowing through the meridians in their bodies cannot be restrained from leaking out and flying away.
The true energy of a first-rate master is as pure as steel. If you can hold onto your vitality and keep your energy calm, even the best master cannot achieve this with just one shot of those water-colored dragon shadow sword energy. matter.
But they are now in the middle of a fierce battle. Abyssal ones, blood magic, and monster mutants prevent them from condensing their true energy at all. Instead, they have to use their true energy to fiercely exert themselves to resist the enemy. In this way, their true energy is blocked. The trend of leading away is even more out of control.
Between the dragon's shadow and the dragon's shadow, there is a light that is both shallow and deep all over the city, converging towards the towering pavilion.
The entire area where the tall building is located is glowing, and the power contained in it makes all knowledgeable people feel trembling with fear.
If that sword was swung, it would probably be able to blast directly from where the tall building is to the deep palace.
Although its power is the result of concentration, and the signs are obvious, any person who has reached the first level will have a chance to escape, but speaking from the front, no one can resist it.
And if the target of that sword is not the deep palace, but is aimed at someone, then with the wide coverage of the sword energy, there is probably no hope of escape.
How could they understand that the purpose of this sword was neither the deep palace emperor nor these martial arts tycoons.
Shao Lingxiao raised his head, and the sword energy flying in his hair shattered the roof of the building. Even the fragments, powder and dust were cleared away, and the top of his head suddenly became clear.
The Heavenly Gate in the night sky is getting clearer and deeper, and it is still magnifying. If someone looks up and looks up, every detail of the engravings on the Heavenly Gate will be revealed.
This sword of his is going to destroy Tianmen!
Hundreds of first-class masters, major aristocratic families in Chang'an City, and nearly a hundred demon mutants will all assist this sword in their battles.
Starting from the Eastern Capital, this long journey that swaggered and aroused the indignation of all martial arts people was to destroy Tianmen.
Those truly long-standing and powerful sects preserve the messages and fragments of information sent back by their ancestors after they shattered the void, exploring behind the Tianmen.
The connection between this side of the world and the big world is like a taut silk thread. Just a single unbalanced impact will break this connection and shatter the Tianmen.
Of course, this so-called slight imbalance is definitely not something that ordinary people can achieve. Even the top masters cannot have such an output. Only the scene like tonight can achieve it.
The movement that involves the two worlds will start from the place where the Tianmen is shattered, disrupting the energy between the heaven and the earth.
It is not something as intuitive as the so-called thunder and meteor disaster, but the imbalance of the energy of heaven and earth.
From that moment on, until the next five to ten years, spring floods will turn into floods, sunny days will lead to dry land, and the imbalance of the earth's atmosphere will bring about a large reduction in food production, and even induce famine and locust plagues. Datang will be unstoppable. weak.
Then, there was a natural war.
When this sword is swung, the survivors will understand that they came here full of heroic ambition and righteousness for their family and country. The final result is that everyone becomes an accomplice in troubled times!
All heroes and those who want to be heroes will linger in sin and witness the suffering of many people until they die.
This is Shao Lingxiao's revenge.
However, when the sword was about to be swung, the movement slowed down.
Shao Lingxiao looked at the dragon shadow in the sky. The power gathered by his soul and divine will had exceeded the limit of a master, but...
wrong……
He frowned.
………………
Fux is also paying attention to Shao Lingxiao, which is the most important step in their plan. Even a vampire with a cold body temperature can't help but feel a little hot and uneasy at this time. Of course, there is also more eager anticipation.
However, while she maintained her focus on that side, she did not let go of her vigilance on the battlefield.
As long as the battle continues, things will go smoothly there. The enemies in front of the Abyssal Ones include Jiden Hiikage and Gu Lanxiang.
The huge monster, even if it is surrounded by monster mutants and assisted by blood magic, has to suffer here.
Fux searched for Guan Luoyang while casting spells to assist.
A large number of magic scrolls were thrown out by her and destroyed in mid-air.
The bloody magic circle opened up, down, and in all directions at the same time, in more than thirty directions.
Defense counterattack, ice blade, thunder, low temperature, laziness, joy.
The four fists of the Abyssal One swept past the magic circle patterns everywhere, and they were like fists wrapped in a layer of bloody flames, and they were smashed down hard.
Fukes watched the deceased Abbot and Gu Lanxiang each block one of them, and the other two fists hit the ground.
Hiden Hiei's body moved to avoid, and three layers of overlapping magic patterns flashed out on the trajectory of his avoidance, causing him to move sluggishly.
'Where did Guan Luoyang go? '
The armored figure passed through the magic pattern and suddenly disappeared.
Before the question in Fux's mind was settled, he felt his field of vision spinning rapidly, and all the scenery turned into twisted and elongated colors.
The head becomes very dizzy and light.
"Were you looking for me just now?"
The vampire on the shoulders of the Abyssal One only has a headless body left.
Feiying Armor held Fux's head, crossed the height of the Abyssal from the ground, and stayed in the high air.
What came out from under the armor was Guan Luoyang's voice.
The summoner of the Feiying Armor has a setting similar to that of recognizing the master. After completing a summons, it will leave a mark of the summoner's mental energy. However, this setting of recognizing the master does not reach the level of death. It can only be lifted if one of the summoner and the summoner is destroyed.
As long as the energy of other people's thoughts exceeds the standard of summoning armor and covers the previous energy mark in the summoner, they can become the new summoner.
With Anfeiyu taking the initiative to hand over the summoner, it can be said that it was effortless for Guan Luoyang to do this.
The power of this armor, which was based on the summoner's body quality and had a percentage bonus on Guan Luoyang's body, made everyone on both sides feel that an indelible mark had been left in the air.
It was a dazzling aurora, with thunderous circulation, like a thunderous wave that could penetrate the mountains in one fell swoop!
The roar of wind and thunder and the scream of vampires sounded at the same time.
With only one head left, Fux let out the most twisted howl in the history of sound.
She didn't know if she realized what happened to her, but all the protective magic on her body was shattered at that moment, and the life-saving magic had no time to be used. At this moment, she only had the instinct to turn into bat blood mist and escape. .
But it's also slower.
Fire and thunder exploded on the armored palm, destroying all traces.
The figure suspended in the air was like lightning, suddenly turned back, and hit the Abyssal One hard on the back with a kick.
The huge monster had to lie down completely, with rumbles and waves of smoke and dust.
Guan Luoyang stepped on the monster's broken back, stood on the hill made of flesh and bones, and stared in the direction surrounded by the dragon shadow.
