"Invite the Criminal and Prison Department to disperse the entire Linlan Prefecture, eliminate all black-clothed guards, and clear the route to Yutian Prefecture."

"Send an order to Yutian Prefecture, asking them to activate the large-scale teleportation array from this moment on!"

"Secretly order the First Legion to go to Yutian and Qiling Prefecture's geographies to check the burning conditions of the ground fires and speed up the evacuation of the common people in the two prefectures."

When Xu Qing heard this, he raised his head and looked at the palace master.

"Palace Master, in this case, only the Sword Holding Palace and the second and third legions are left here."

The palace master closed his eyes and spoke calmly.

"Go and give the order!"

Xu Qing bowed his head and backed away. When he was about to walk out of the tent, he couldn't help but speak softly.

"Palace Master, Brother Kong has been in a bit of a low mood recently..."

The palace owner said nothing.

Xu Qing waited for a moment and left silently.

After he left, the palace owner opened his eyes. The strong fire of life that had been revealed before dimmed rapidly at the moment, but was quickly rekindled, at the cost of the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Outside the tent, Xu Qing saw Kong Xianglong standing there.

Kong Xianglong looked at Xu Qing, nodded, and then walked in as the voice of summons came from the tent.

Looking at the lonely Kong Xianglong, Xu Qing sighed in his heart, but he had to put away his mind, summoned the Secretary of the Order, and began to pass the order.

In this way, the time on the battlefield passed day by day.

The war is still going on and is becoming more and more intense. Casualties are increasing sharply every day. At the same time, as legions are being transferred out, the military camps are much emptier than usual.

There were only corpses, piled up there one after another, more and more.

Xu Qing walked in the military camp and moved forward silently. Twenty-three days had passed since he arrived at the battlefield.

In the past twenty-three days, he had seen too many deaths, countless miseries, and hell on earth, and he had long been accustomed to the roaring in his ears.

Today is another gap period between the fighting between the two sides. He plans to come here to find some people to join his Shuling Commandery.

Because the Shuling Commander still has the responsibility to accompany him in battle, hundreds of people have died so far.

Now there is not enough left.

Thinking of the number of war deaths he saw every day, Xu Qing's steps became a little heavy. The palace master came to his mind, and it was obvious that something was getting more and more wrong with him.

No one thinks that the fire of life can be so intense, and the evil spirit emanating from the body is gradually covered by the fire of life.

Xu Qing's eyes showed sadness.

As a monk, even if he didn't see it at first, he naturally understood it after so long.

The palace master is burning his own potential, burning at all costs, and the terrifying power gained after this burning is not released by the palace master, but remains in the body, as if it is gathering momentum.

"Are the reinforcements from the imperial capital really not coming?" Xu Qing murmured in his heart. This question was also the common desire of all Fenghai County humans on the battlefield.

Even though Xu Qing is a scribe and knows a lot of information about the battlefield, he still doesn't know anything about it...

After a while, Xu Qing sighed in his heart. As he walked past the corpses, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look not far away.

There are two skeletons there. They hugged each other before death. They had many wounds on their bodies and were even more heterogeneous. But at this moment, even though they were sacrificed, they still did not let go of each other.

Even though they only had their upper bodies left.

Xu Qing walked over silently and stood there, looking at the two corpses for a long, long time.

"Senior Brother Chen..."

The two corpses hugging each other were the Taoist couple Chen Tinghao.

When Xu Qing came to the front line more than 20 days ago, they saw them. Chen Ting was injured and his Taoist companions were bandaging him. After seeing Xu Qing, they even smiled at Xu Qing.

But now, heaven and man are separated forever.

Xu Qing waved his hand and took off the cloak of his Taoist robe and covered the two corpses. After more than ten breaths, he murmured softly.

"rest in peace."

Xu Qing closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he had left here. At this moment, the horn of a new round of war came from the battlefield, and the war began again.

The rhythm and frequency are obviously accelerated.

"Full operation of the forbidden magic weapon, releasing 70% of the forbidden power of each sect!"

"Command the war puppet to use discarded weapons as disposable weapons and throw them onto the battlefield!"

"Tell the sword holder to prepare the Imperial Sword!"

"The magic thorns within the defense line will unleash the power of the third level, divided into five batches, and stab the battlefield by the roots."

"Notify the entire army to prepare to evacuate to the fifth line of defense."

Outside the big tent, the palace master is wearing armor and standing there giving orders. At this moment of battle, his spiritual thoughts can change the color of the world. There is no need for the scribe to convey the decrees one by one. All arrangements are made in his mind.

between.

But what he sees is the whole. Due to his energy, the details cannot be meticulous.

At this time, Xu Qing needs to arrange for suitable Shuling Division disciples to go to the battlefield immediately to coordinate and supervise the battle, and to collect the information and return, so that the palace master can confirm and judge the battle situation.

Soon, the fighting between the two sides on the battlefield continued to break out. This time it was more difficult than before. On the one hand, seeing it with his own eyes, and on the other hand, the information collected from each area of ​​the battlefield gave Xu Qing a feeling that the building was about to collapse.

"Palace Master, the level of fatigue of the monks from the Shenglan Tribe is wrong! The amount of black snow is also wrong, it is 50% thicker than at the same time in the past!"

"Based on the battle damage, the operation of their magic weapons, and the difference in formation from the past...Shu Lingsi analyzed that the Shenglan tribe has reinforcements secretly joining in!"

Almost at the same time Xu Qing spoke, in the sky, in the far north, in a distant place, a violent storm swept across the sky, connected to the earth, and roared towards the battlefield.

In an instant, the rain rolled up between heaven and earth in the storm and fell on the battlefield.

This rain is a rain of blood.

It blows from the far north.

At the same time, a rapid buzzing sound came from Xu Qing's sword, and a battle report from the northern theater came to this place with unprecedented urgency.

Xu Qing's breathing was rapid, and after checking, his mind roared instantly. With his determination, his expression also changed drastically in an instant, and Ling Jian instinctively grasped him to death.

Outside the big tent, in addition to the palace master, there were also the deputy palace master, two deacons and the sword-wielding elders of the second and third legions.

They also noticed something was wrong and looked sharply at Xu Qing and the palace master.

The palace master's body trembled slightly. Apparently, Xu Qing had received the information and he had also sensed it through the authority of the county capital realm magic weapon.

He had always been like a rock, but at the time when the entire Fenghai County was in greatest crisis, the Master of the Sword-holding Palace, who was like a needle in the sea, showed sadness for the first time in front of everyone.

In this sadness, he looked to the north.

But whether it was trembling or sadness, it only lasted for a moment. The next moment, all these fragile emotions were cut away by the Master of the Sword Holding Palace.

His body is still upright, his spine is still straight, his expression is still serious, and his eyes are still firm.

"Palace Master..." The sword-wielding elder of the second legion and the third legion hesitated at this moment.

"Xu Qing, read!" the palace master said calmly, his voice steady. Even now, he is still the Dinghai Shenzhen.

Xu Qing lowered his head and took a deep breath.

"Battle reports are coming from the northern front!"

"The network of forbidden magic weapons in the north collapsed and could not be reunited again. The allied forces of all races were defeated, with countless casualties."

"The Tianfeng Dynasty and the Earth Dynasty of the Shenglan Clan have marched straight in and have invaded Taihe Prefecture!"

"Master Silu Palace, die in battle!"

"Master of the Palace of Obedience, die in battle!"

"As for the Yao family... all the members of the Yao family who were marching to the north have been killed in the battle. Marquis Yao himself disappeared on the battlefield, and his life and death are unknown."

Xu Qing's words fell into the ears of the Deputy Palace Master and everyone, like thunder exploding. Everyone's breath froze and they all looked at the Palace Master.

The palace lord smiled.

"Today, I finally understand this matter... Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The palace master raised his head, looked at the battlefield, and spoke softly.

"The decisive battle is coming."

Almost at the moment when the palace master's words came out, a huge change occurred on the battlefield. All the monks of the Shenglan tribe seemed to have received the unified order, and each of them let out boiling cheers, and then the army all retreated.

He quickly withdrew from the battlefield and retreated to the Tianlan Mountains, along with all the diamond-shaped magic weapons in the sky.

Their departure caused the clouds and mist in the sky to become much thinner, revealing the huge whirlpool at high altitudes.

Black snowflakes poured down from the inside, and the iron chains held by countless severed hands on the ground were pulling wildly at this moment, and the breath of death filled the air from the whirlpool in the sky.

Just a trace of it gave the sky a winter twilight, extremely dark.

A blue mist rises from the earth.

The iron chains that spread into the vortex became frosty and turned into chains of ice visible to the naked eye.

Then, two earth-shattering huge figures stood up from the Tianlai Mountains to the left and right after the Shenglan tribe withdrew from the battlefield.
To be continued...