Volume 6 Suddenly Chapter 32 The Ghost of the Academy
The bow is in front of Ning Que, and the string is loose, but the string of this giant bow in the world is already! It is very tense, like the scene that happened in the wind and snow field, and there are confrontations everywhere. Fights may happen at any time. Who is it?
I don’t know when the moment when the world begins to destruction will come.
Ada was the devout believer chosen by Sangsang, and the most outstanding young and powerful man in the Golden Tent Royal Court, so he could feel Ning Que's gaze on the Chang'an city wall thousands of miles away. The situation of Hengmu Liren is similar to his or her.
However, I couldn't feel it, either because Ning Que didn't look at him at this time, or because there were too many eyes on him at this time.
The Shenyan moved slowly on the streets of Yangzhou City, and the sound of Yongmei's sacred music kept ringing. The people of Qinghe County knelt on both sides of the street. The eyes of the Shenyan were particularly hot and humble.
Either it comes from piety or fear. No matter which one, it is something Yokogi is willing to see, and he only wants to see these.
Through the curtain of the divine chariot, he looked at the seven heads of the Qinghe County clans kneeling behind him, thinking about the conversation when summoning those people before, Hengmu's lips raised slightly, revealing a cold smile, and thought silently
Why do you need to worry too much about treating ants?
No matter what you are thinking, you don’t have to think anymore, because the temple will help you think. What you need to do is to execute Haotian’s will.
This was the only thing Hengmu Liren said to the heads of the family before, and then he waved his hand indifferently, driving these people away like driving away real ants. Under the escort of dozens of priests and more Xiling cavalrymen,
Walk outside Yangguan City.
He came from the south with the mighty Southern Jin navy and the unparalleled temple cavalry. With his unconcealed contemptuous attitude and murderous intent, he quickly stabilized again.
The young people who were hiding in the dark and preparing to cooperate with the Tang people's actions also died or fled under the search of the temple deacons.
Now that his divine chariot leaves Yangzhou City, he naturally goes north.
Chang'an City is in that direction.
Chongming was also looking at Chang'an City, but in different directions, looking from Chengjing City ′Chang'an is in the west, where the sun sets.
Now he is no longer the Prince Chongming who had been in charge of Chang'an for ten years, but His Majesty the emperor of Yan State, but his feelings for that city have not changed at all.
There is no nostalgia, no emotion, only incomparable disgust and... fear.
Behind him, the Yan State Palace, which was destroyed by the Tang army several years ago, is being rebuilt. Relying on the war compensation received from the Tang State, the beautiful palace groups are constantly reborn from the ruins. At this time, the capital of Yan State is in full swing.
·Rising thriving, from officials to the people, everyone is very proud.
But he was still afraid.
He lived in Chang'an City for many years. He knew how powerful the Tang Kingdom was. He knew that the Tang people would never forget hatred. He knew what Li Yu was thinking.
He also knew that if Tang State really recovered, then Yan State could not resist the other party's cavalry. The newly rebuilt palace behind him would be turned into a ruin in a very short time, and Li Yu would definitely
Give him unforgettable revenge.
Three years ago, the Tang Kingdom re-established the Northeast Frontier Army. The General's Mansion is still located in Tuyang City. Compared with the past, there seems to be no change. Chongming understood that this newly built Northeast Frontier Army had only one goal, that is, destroy it.
Yan State.
Chongming did not dare to hope that he could resist the Tang army with the weak national strength of Yan State. He could only place his hope on the Xiling Temple and on his brothers.
Because of this, despite the opposition of his subjects in the country, he firmly implemented the orders of the Xiling Temple, and plundered the last grain from his own people's homes, and kept transporting them to the wasteland, and sent them to the nobles of the Left Court who had been revenge for generations.
In hand.
Only when the cavalry of the Left Tent Royal Court became stronger and stronger can they resist the deserted tribes further north, and when a war broke out, they can support Yan and resist Tang.
Chongming originally thought that he and his country had paid so much that even if the Dongtung Royal Court could not pose a threat to the Tang State in a short period of time, it could at least ensure that Yan State could get rid of the shadow of the deserted people. However, who would have thought that the development of the situation would be
It was far beyond his expectations.
Why? Why did the deserted tribes have been crippled by the Temple coalition several years ago and can survive until now? It even seems that they are gradually beginning to regain their strength?
This question that troubled the monarch and ministers of Yan State and made the temple feel extremely vigilant. As more information flowed back on the wasteland, the answer that was closest to the truth was obtained.
There is a ghost.
There was a ghost floating on the wasteland. His figure was petite, but he was as terrifying as a demon king. No matter the wind and snow in the sky or the yellow sand that devoured people, it could not stop the ghost.
The high priest with the most powerful magic power in the Left Court died tragically on the bank of the Crescent Sea two years ago. Then several priests died suddenly. Until now, no priest dared to leave the royal court.
Every once in a while, there will be terrifying news that a cavalry team will be destroyed or that a strong man in the army will turn into a pile of flesh and blood.
People kept dying on the grassland, including the strong men who went to rescue the Xiling Temple. The depraved leaders brought to the royal court were unable to get rid of the ghostly beauties ●,.!
Until now, no living person has seen the true face of the ghost, but the Xiling Temple and other countries have long confirmed who the ghost is.
That ghost is a devil.
Although she was born like a petite girl, she was undoubtedly the most terrifying and cruelest devil in the world. She was not afraid of killing people, and she killed people like mowing grass.
Her name is Yu Lian, or Lin Wu.
She is the third Mr. Academic Academy and has a more famous and terrifying identity - she is the sect leader of the contemporary Demon Sect and the most mysterious twenty-three-year cicada in the world of cultivation.
Even after the spring breeze and rain, there are many powerful people in the world of cultivation, but no one believes that a practitioner can change the end of a war.
It was not until Yu Lian started killing people on the wasteland, and it was not until she spent several years killing hundreds of Taoist strong men that people gradually believed that this kind of thing really happened.
This is a very chilling thing.
Chongming was very cold and his body was also very cold. He subconsciously tightened his collar, retracted his gaze looking at Chang'an City, and looked into the depths of the wasteland, but found it was even colder.
The wind was coming from the wilderness, extremely cold, but there was a deep smell of blood inside.
Snow is also falling deep in the west of the wasteland. The snow squeezes out from the heavy clouds like lead, then falls to the ground, gradually covering the messy footprints.
There are horse hooves and people's footprints, densely packed with countless footprints that can be seen clearly, spreading forward in the fields, and the sound of stepping on the snow even seemed to tear through the clouds.
At the time of the conscript of the Hangkong Temple, the right tent of the royal court Shanyu ordered that all tribes would devote their possessions to form an expedition team composed of tens of thousands of cavalry to brave the wind and snow to support them.
The masters of the Buddhist sect who once sat upright and rarely paid attention to the world have now fallen to the point where they need the help of ordinary believers. It can't help but feel sad, but those tens of thousands of cavalrymen or in the wind and snow on the road will die. Who
Come and compassionately to them again?
Some of the snowflakes fell on the ground in the field, while others fell below the ground. There was still a world under the ground, and there was a dark sinkhole.
It was daytime and there was reflection of snow. According to the principle, the world should be bright, at least brighter than other times. However, the world at the bottom of the sinkhole at this time is more darker than other times, just like the dark night
Generally, the picture is very blurry.
This is because the fields of the underground world are burning everywhere, the barley fields that have not been frozen for many years are lit due to the hot springs, the woods beside the stream are lit, the water wheels outside the gold pit are lit, and the nobles live
The tent was lit, and an inconspicuous monk temple under the giant Prajna Peak in the distance was gradually collapsed in the blazing flames.
A spark can start a prairie fire. The serf uprising that began several years ago in the underground world finally spread all tribes and can never be extinguished.
The Buddha's kingdom is full of beacons. These fires bring hot temperatures, burn the gorgeous goldware, bring dirty black smoke, and cover the sacred yellow temples between the peaks.
The sound of killing everywhere in the fields, these shouts from the deepest part of the soul can overwhelm those pious chants and ignore the call of the morning bells.
The beacon fire and the sound of killing have not yet affected the huge peaks that turned into by the Buddha's body. The treasure mountain is safe, and the monks in the mountains have gradually become cold and ordered the right tent to come and help quickly.
The most important reason for this is that there is a ghost in the underground world. The ghost is the shadow of the iron sword, traveling between the dirty and the sacred without stopping.
Junmo is fighting.
He had been injured and seriously injured, but he never stopped swinging the iron sword for a moment. He had been fighting endlessly for a long time, for several years.
He will not stop until he tear open the Buddha's light and lead people out of hell.
The capital of Song State is adjacent to the sea. It was early winter and it was still relatively warm. Snowflakes fell from the sky and were trembling by the sea breeze and melted after a few trembling times, making it difficult to attract people's attention.
Just like the man who was preaching in front of the square, he was wearing a very ordinary robe and holding a volume of Xiling's Scriptures, which was no different from an ordinary priest.
However, the content of his preaching was obviously different from the priests in the Xiling Temple.
Ye Su looked at the black believers and said, "Each of us has sins and commits different sins, so we need... atonement?"
"If you want to atone for your sins, should you rely on the Kingdom of God or yourself? The great Haotian will naturally respond to our call, but what have you and I done?"
"Don't say that you can't do anything, it's even more unimaginable not to change the world. This world is composed of countless self-self. So as long as we can change ourselves, it is actually changing the world, and it is the most fundamental change.
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"We are seeing a person change a war, seeing a person change the injustice that has been tens of thousands of years, so why can't we change the world and change ourselves?"