The darker the night in the Sky City, the brighter the lights, and the more the desires of millions of people are illuminated.

Sing and dance.

In a remote tavern, candlelight flashed and dark, and several figures drowning their sorrows were reflected.

Among them, the brown boy had a beard with oil stains on it. He chewed the mutton in his mouth while whispering:

"Everyone said, what should we do now?"

Everyone teared up and chewed the sheep's bones, and their faces became even more depressed.

They had already agreed on a plan to rob the prison, go to purgatory to rescue the Byzantine crown prince, and then take advantage of the chaos to escape from the holy city.

The premise of everything lies in the ghost hero outside the city!

But for two months, I still remained motionless. The City of Sky has returned to its former prosperity, and the people are not even afraid.

The universal truth that even children know—

Only the sick and weak lions need to be dormant and recover from wounds, and the lion king always attacks tirelessly.

I just want to maintain the last bit of decency.

"Fate only gives you one chance, if you miss it, you miss it." The bearded man hammered the wine table heavily, his words full of reluctance.

The national humiliation came too suddenly and too shocked. I was unprepared to rebel while I was in chaos. Now everything is ready, but the ghost hero is not here...

"Gu Yingxiong, you are the beacon of all ethnic groups in the world. Please shine again and charge again for the people enslaved by the barbarian countries!"

"If you can return to Constantinople, you will definitely create a withered statue for you, and you will always stand on the top of the city. Later generations will always worship you."

"Bless you to be safe and safe, without illness or disaster, Amen."

The bearded man lowered his head and twitched his lips, praying devoutly.

You suddenly happened.

"winter!"

The sound of the church drums suddenly rang, and then the arrows like dense raindrops broke through the sky.

Standing in front of the window, the night is as bright as day.

The city where singing and dancing is as peaceful as God's mouth is covered, silent as if everything is silent!

It solidified for a short time, more like the frozen surface of the river. With a slight brittle crack, the cracks spread quietly like snakes.

The bearded man looked shocked, he was really here.

Everyone's decadent expressions were swept away, and they gathered together and whispered:

"Bitch, pick up the customer!"

"Please be sure to fuck her so hard that she can cry!"

The bearded man suppressed his excitement and said loudly:

"Long live the spirit of Chang'an. We will never be slaves to the abyss of the Barbarian Kingdom and swear to restore the capital to the death."

"The time has come, and we will start the army today!"

...

In the cold valley, the blood sword rose flat on the ground, and the sword body had a layer of frost.

Gu Changan wiped off the frost particles and walked calmly towards the holy city with his sword in his arms.

He had sensed the sword of national destiny and would arrive in a quarter of an hour.

Whether a new life can be ushered in is tonight.

Some people say that when you are at peace, you will be in my hometown, but he misses the lonely city every moment. He knew a long time ago that he could not live without that city.

If he fails tonight, he doesn't know if he still has the obsession to do this again. The biggest obsession in his life will have gradually been reduced as the mission of defending the territory is completed.

Just tonight.

Recast your body and move the city with one sword!

The whole world is your barbarian portal, so I insist on opening up a small garden independently in your home.

...

The world is dead silent.

The Holy City is like a tomb burying tens of millions of corpses, without a trace of sound.

I always thought that the devil was not scary, but when he really came, he realized that his body was trembling violently.

The sea of ​​corpses and blood on the day of National Humiliation is still vivid in my mind, and the scene of the pilgrimage pulling flags and changing flags still appears before me. If it is ravaged again this time, the people will really doubt the will of the way of heaven and will lose confidence in the abyss.

"Soul Destroy!"

The nine-layer palace came from the roar like a shaking mountain. Tuoba Tianxia wore a nightgown, but he had no time to change the dragon robe and crown, and broke through the palace and rushed towards the city gate.

She has been waiting for this moment for too long!

I am not afraid of you coming, I am afraid of you not coming!

The 12th Central Inquisition Judge and the Imperial Generals all gathered at the fastest speed. The Pilgrimage Que was covered with dense obsidian along the city gate, covered with vines.

He was caught off guard by the lonely soul on the day of national crisis. Now he has prepared this morning to show the strong decisiveness of the Supreme Kingdom of God.

Waiting for this moment, the center even secretly simulated and rehearsed the steps dozens of times, discussing countless details.

Just to avenge your shame!

"Where is Emperor Caesar?" Tuobatianxia looked at the old woman who was rushing to the air.

She only noticed the aura of ten land gods. Not to mention Cable, even the other few old monsters were still on the castle spiral stairs.

"The Venerable is just asking about worldly affairs. When the sky falls, he is indifferent." The old woman's expression was hard to tell by joy and anger. After saying that, she looked at the lonely soul that was gradually moving away.

Tuoba Tianxia's face was gloomy and she didn't understand why she could be so selfish.

"There is no resentment. The evil seed that is indescribable is just a bumpy road to glory in the empire. The real decision to live or die is lies in..."

The old woman pointed at the sky with her fingers, her face full of fear.

The gift of fate will one day ask for rewards, and the castle has been secretly guarding against the backlash of the way of heaven.

Only by transcending the shackles and ascending to heaven can we solve hidden dangers for the empire, ensure that the supreme divine kingdom will be immortal for generations and rule the world forever.

Therefore, Emperor Caesar and others do not need to show up, and cultivation is the only purpose.

Besides, everything is foolproof tonight!

Tuoba Tianxia had no choice but to give up. While speaking, he had already arrived at the top of the Holy City and looked down at the black fog outside the city. The flesh and blood arms were particularly dazzling.

Ten half-pillar sky gates opened in the night, standing in ten directions, and the land gods closed their eyes and rested.

The abyss saints and enlightened people, hundreds of people guarded the city gates, and a strange formation was formed as the energy flowed.

Looking at the magnificent and spectacular scene, countless practitioners were surging.

This is the sky city where they are.

Rules and momentum, beautiful and not desecrated!

There is no second national disaster day!

Gu Chang'an walked towards the main city entrance step by step. The gilded city gate was opened. He stared at the front with expressionless expression, and suddenly smiled and said:

"It's snowing in the evening, can you drink a glass of water?"

The clear sound drifted far away along the air flowing from all sides.

It seems that the world has turned into black and white, and the only one with color is this lonely soul.

Tens of thousands of practitioners' hairs stood upside down, so nervous that they dared not breathe, and their subconscious minds felt a sense of awe.

Many times, you have to respect Gu Chang'an.

He dared to stand alone on the top of the city, in order to guard the palm-sized territory, from man to madman to ghost hero, from beginning to end, the empire never took down Kucha City.

Now, even though he knew that the empire was ready, he was still alone, and there were no longer tens of thousands of elite soldiers on the other side, but the power of the entire supreme heaven!

Admiration is true, and blood hatred is also true.

In addition to the humiliation of being ruined by the Holy City, there is also a deep hatred.

Why do we all kneel? You Zhongyuan cannot kneel?

You are still standing, making us look so cowardly.

After tonight, there is no other Gu Chang'an in the world.

What to drink?

Drink the sword!

Drink blood!

Drink national hatred!

Many practitioners still don’t understand that Dongtu surrenders honestly without embarrassment. Why should we resist? Isn’t it better for the whole world to prosper?

Other countries can surrender and enjoy the blessing of heaven. Just your Chinese nation is noble?

Apart from ignorance and stubbornness, only national arrogance is left!
To be continued...