The two hundred thousand heroic souls of the cavalry are all elite.
Xiahou Jiang waved his sleeves, and a black passage appeared above the Dagan Underground Palace.
Rumble——
Xiahou Jiang was the first to step into the black passage, and all the soldiers went there one after another. Their determination was firm and had never wavered in a million years.
We are willing to use our remnant souls to fight a bloody path for the human race, open the way forward, and restore peace to the human race.
The laws and order of this world must be rewritten.
For this, we risked everything, including our lives.
"Promote my great work and protect my people."
A general looked at Xia Houjiang's back. Although he was not one of the nine generals, he was the side general of a certain general. He was strong enough to crush 99% of the monks in the world.
That year, each of us knew that the consequences of killing the Nine Heavens would be certain death. However, we did not retreat and followed the monarch willingly to the end of the blood-stained starry sky.
That year, we should have died and our souls were scattered. However, Daqian’s civil servants gathered their cultural heritage to protect our souls from death, just to protect the last bit of Daqian’s bloodline, which was also a glimmer of hope for the human race. .
That year, the Minister of Rites, who had always been at odds with military generals, dragged his old body against the laws of the great road and stepped onto the clouds with his body covered with scars. His eyes were firm and he understood the body of his own context to protect the soul of a certain general.
Civil and military officials have their own way of balancing and cannot get too close. It is normal for some minor frictions to occur occasionally. They all know what they should do in the face of major right and wrong.
Troubled times were approaching, and the civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty knew that they could not protect hundreds of millions of people. Only by sacrificing themselves and retaining the power of generals could they stabilize the foundation of the Daqian Dynasty and prevent the ray of hope for the human race from extinguishing.
Creating a future for the human race is the belief of everyone in the Daqian Dynasty.
"I will never forget the eyes of Master Shangshu, and he is determined not to regret it. Although he often quarrels with me on weekdays, he bought my soul and body with his life."
A general in black armor murmured to himself, holding the spear in his hand tightly, and stepped onto the black passage. He was willing to fight against the sky again with the imperial master, without any regrets.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Two hundred thousand troops stepped out of the underground palace, in good order and with overwhelming fighting spirit.
Southern Wasteland, Red Valley.
The Kyushu tripod, the measuring ruler, the river map, and a guqin are a total of four treasures suspended in the air, fighting against the will of the origin of the avenue.
The monks in the world were hiding in extremely remote places, looking at this scene with shock on their faces. This scene was unprecedented, and their souls were greatly shocked.
"Rumble--"
The sky was heavy, the laws of a territory were shattered, and thousands of things roared together with great force.
Everyone looked in the direction where the movement came from, and saw a scene that they would never forget in their lifetime. They were terrified and their souls were trembling.
In an ancient white jade chariot, stood a man wearing a light green shirt, holding a feather fan in his hand, a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, a face like a crown jade, and deep eyes.
The white jade chariot is ten meters high and a hundred meters long. Its majestic power is like a pouring flood, which is unstoppable.
Behind the chariot were two hundred thousand troops.
The army was divided into twenty columns, each with ten thousand people. They marched forward in unison and uniformly. They wore ferocious armor, and every part of the armor was stained with the blood of countless heroes in the world.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
On top of the chariot, drums were beating and the sound resounded throughout the nine heavens and ten earth, causing thousands of cracks to burst and the void in all directions collapsing.
Xiahou Jiang stood on the chariot, looking up at the red clouds in the sky with a solemn expression.
A piece of snowflake floated in front of Xiahoujiang with the breeze, and Xiahoujiang stretched out his hand to catch it.
Xia Houjiang lowered his head and looked at the snowflake in his palm, as if he had seen the past of a human being, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Then, Xia Houjiang opened his palms and let the snowflakes in his palms continue to drift away with the breeze.
The snowflakes fluttered and fell to a distant place, covering an inch of the land, expressing the longing for the homeland and finally being able to come back after death.
"Grandmaster Daqian!"
The worldly monk looked at Xiahou Jiang on the chariot and said in horror.
"When the Daqian Dynasty returns to the world, what will this era look like?"
Countless people were stunned, their bodies were shaking involuntarily, and their faces were pale.
"There is no peace in the ancient world."
Most of the monks were numb, their pupils dilated, their expressions frozen, and it was difficult to regain their composure.
"Xiahou Jiang!"
Deep in the ancient world, many ancient beings showed expressions of surprise, and even a hint of fear.
In the war between the heavens a million years ago, Xiahou Jiang organized all races, forcing countless ancient figures to open up the ancient world. Only by living here can they avoid the power of the law of time.
Back then, Xiahou Jiang led an army of 200,000 heroic souls into the ancient world, and many strong men tried to stop him. However, Xiahou Jiang used a small plan to force the heroes from all sides to retreat and sleep in the southern wasteland.
For millions of years, no one dared to disturb Xiahou Jiang's sleep, and all parties maintained a balanced way of getting along with each other.
The Daqian Imperial Master’s style is not inferior to that of the Renjun. Without him, how could there be the Daqian Dynasty that suppressed all races? Without him, how could the human race have a million years of recuperation?
His appearance not only made the ancient figures feel nervous and awed, but also caused an abnormal change in the laws of the great road, which made them even fearful.
"My descendants have met Emperor Yu!"
Xiahou Jiang bowed in the direction of Emperor Yu and saluted from the bottom of his heart.
"See Emperor Yu!"
Two hundred thousand cavalrymen spoke in unison, and their sound was like a wave, spreading throughout the ancient world, echoing between heaven and earth, and lingering for a long time.
Emperor Yu looked at Xia Houjiang and others standing in the sky in the distance, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He was not fighting alone, everyone in the human race was working hard to complete this ambition.
"The great road is ruthless, but humanity is never alone."
Emperor Yu turned his head to look at the Eye of Heaven above the nine heavens, his expression gradually became serious, and his long hair stained with dirt was dancing wildly.
Snap!
Emperor Yu took a step towards the sky and his attire changed dramatically.
Immediately afterwards, Emperor Yu took a few steps forward, washing away the dirt from his body, changing his appearance, and returned to his true heroic appearance.
Emperor Yu was ten feet tall, wearing a black robe with purple Taoist flowers embroidered on the corners, a jade crown that bound his hair, and a pair of snow-white boots. His appearance was majestic, cut with a knife, and he had thick eyebrows. With his bright eyes, the majesty of the king is faintly revealed, towering over all living beings.
The world could see that Emperor Yu slowly raised his left hand and raised the proud human race above his head, making it penetrate the layers of void and directly level with the nine heavens.
"Boom!"
The Eye of Heaven was furious, and a terrifying mysterious light fell from the sky, scattering the red clouds in the sky, intending to smash the pride of the human race into pieces.