The Yong'an city gate was wide open, and murderous aura rolled up inside the city gate, but there was a silence and silence. The moonlight shone on the city gate, making the world outside the city deep and weird.

This is an isolated city, and there is a kingdom of gods trapped in the lonely city.

"For the sake of the kingdom of heaven, kill."

A low shout sounded across the city and in everyone's hearts. This sound was like a trumpet. This was Hong Xiuquan's voice, which was low, like the last struggle roar of a wounded beast when it was dying. That sentence was full of unwillingness and fighting, madness, but there was no despair.

It was not until this time that Yi Yan realized that Hong Xiuquan was the one who truly regarded this Taiping Heavenly Kingdom as his heart and soul. The last word "kill" awakened the hearts of tens of thousands of Taiping troops in the city, ignited the unwilling, resentment, and madness in the city's Taiping troops, and turned them into a rolling murderous intent.

Hong Xiuquan has always been a little disgusting in Yi Yan's heart. He is just a clay statue, just able to speak, but many things cannot be decided. His internal affairs are not as good as Feng Yunshan, and his military affairs are not as good as Yang Xiuqing. He is like a stubborn stone, like a chaos, like a clay statue. It was not until today that Yi Yan suddenly realized why he was the king of heaven? Because he is tenacious, only those who are persevering can still not give up at this time.

Yong'an City has been besieged for so long, and many monks have already believed that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom will eventually perish and will perish in this Yong'an City.

However, every time Yi Yan saw Hong Xiuquan, the fighting spirit in his eyes would always exist, and he remained as if he was still as a mountain.

"For the sake of the kingdom of heaven, kill."

The whole city was shaking, and evil spirits rolled up, rushing straight to the clouds.

Yi Yanrong couldn't help but roared out, and when he roared, he realized that he had not been able to keep his mind at this moment. He had heard that when a thousand troops roared, the immortal god fell, and he had never imagined that he believed it at this moment.

Before the sound fell, thousands of troops had moved and rushed towards the outside of the city. The boundless evil aura was like a rolling river breaking down the dam. Yi Yan felt that he was extremely insignificant when he was in it. This was not the insignificance of physical strength, but from the soul.

Yi Yan felt that he had become a small wave in the rolling tide of evil. The powerful force that surged from the people around him shocked him. His soul suddenly surged out, feeling the erupting murderous intent of life-threatening.

Integrate the soul into the erupting murderous intent, I feel that the soul is cut like a knife, but there is another powerful force injected into the soul.

Yi Yanguan's faces were filled with the craze of sacrificing his life, even Lu Aihu, Jiao Weizi, and Liu Xin, who were in his forties, had that crazy look on his face.

"Bang……"

This is a shelling.

It exploded in front of Yi Yan.

The sound was not loud. In this tide of evil spirit, the sound was suppressed to the lowest point like a firecracker. Yi Yan still remembers that one of the three guards who had pursued Lin Zexu, the Westerner of Ross. When the gun in that person shot out, the sky and the earth instantly appeared in the sky and earth. Wherever he passed, the heaven and earth's magic and mind were completely lost.

This cannon was made in this world. It was completely different from the cannons in other countries. Yi Yan heard that the world that was bombarded by cannons on ships in other countries could not recover in less than a month. The cannons on those ships could injure the world.

Suddenly, a fire flashed in the distance. Yi Yan had already seen a cannon hit him, facing Yi Yan and his evil soldiers in an unbiased direction. He could know that the cannon was the other two practitioners among the three thousand soldiers.

Of course they would not come to block Yi Yan. This is when the means are shown. The magic of practitioners has never been static. When they first entered the military camp, their own magic could not be cast. However, after so long, if there is no magic to adapt to the military camp, it is their own problem.

Yi Yan's reputation combined with the title of "Seven Constellations" made him a famous person in this Taiping Army. Most monks knew him, but he didn't know much about other monks. In the land of killing and the secrets of heaven were chaotic, they all knew that Yi Yan had observed the fate of heaven and earth, and they all hid themselves in front of Yi Yan, so Yi Yan didn't know much about everyone who had spoken to him.

But he knew in his heart that as long as he was injured or fell into danger and had a monk around him, they would never mind cheating him and then take away the soul-catching demon eyes on his body. He had seen many monks devouring evil spirits and magic on other monks. What's more, the soul-catching demon eyes on his body can be regarded as rare treasures in the world.

In the eyes of the two monks, a giant tortoise in the void where Yi Yan was located suddenly appeared, entrenched above the eighty-five people, roaring to the sky, opening its giant mouth, and the fire of the artillery shells in the distance was instantly swallowed by the giant tortoise, silently.

The giant turtle disappeared, and the shell seemed to have never fallen.

The two monks were slightly surprised. The magic that Yi Yan showed showed that the soul was blending into the boundless evil spirit and using evil spirit to melt the shell. This method looked very simple, but the simpler the method was the more clever it seemed.

They think it's very difficult to do such a heavy lifting.

Li Xiucheng and the others didn't know that a shell had been resolved by Yi Yan just now.

These three thousand people are not the main force, most of them are old and weak. Among them, the real prime minister is the evil soldiers of the other two monks. There are only more than 400 people in total. Of course, these eighty-five people from Yi Yan can also be regarded as the main force, but compared with the evil soldiers of the other two monks, the number of people engraved with the third talisman seal is much smaller.

"Bang……"

A fire appeared in front of him again, and he was still attacking the army where Yi Yan was located, but the landing point was not Yi Yan.

I saw one of the two monks in front suddenly take a deep breath, and he quickly grew in the boundless evil aura, as big as a giant tree. The sleeves of the Xuanhuang magic robe became extremely wide, and he spread his way into nothingness. The shell had been collected into the sleeve by him, and finally there was no sound.

The main force of the Taiping Army in the entire Yong'an City is about 10,000 people, and the elderly and weak have 30,000 to 40,000. It is normal for Yi Yan to drop two shells in his army of more than 3,000 people.

"kill."

Another shout of killing came from ahead...

With Yi Yan's eyes of insight, he could not see clearly. He saw that the evil fog rolled up in front of him, and the Taiping Army in front had already fought with the Qing army.

Yi Yan didn't know what formations the Qing army's cultivators set up here. He only knew that he would never be able to leave the large army, otherwise he would be strangled into dust in an instant.

After a while, more than 3,000 of his people also crashed into the evil spirit that surrounded Yong'an that he had never seen through in Yong'an City.

Yi Yan did not rush forward, but was among the eighty-five people, and in front of him, the five people had already engraved the third talisman seal.

Li Xiucheng's long-handled Daguan sword in his hand, and the blade body was also engraved with a talisman seal by Yi Yan. Not only was the talisman seal engraved on his weapon, but the weapons of the other four were also engraved.

At this time, a faint red light appeared where their hands held the weapon. Yi Yan knew best in his heart that this was because they were engraved with the "Shocking Yang Essence Talisman" for too short. Over time, their every move would pull out the Sun Essence Fire. As long as they could adapt to the Sun Essence Fire, they would appear no less than any evil weapon magical powers.

"Dingding...ddingding..."

Their army also collided with the Qing soldiers.

Before Yi Yan could see clearly what the monks in the Qing army who were intercepting their heads in front came from and what magical powers they had, another man rushed over in the middle of the rolling evil spirit.

There are not many people in this group, and there are more than a hundred people. However, this is an evil soldier, and the evil soldier is also engraved with two talisman seals.

Wherever the evil soldiers passed, dust was flying. Every step they took seemed to have stepped on the ground, but it would slide forward for a while. In a vague way, the earth became distorted and untrue under the feet of these evil soldiers.

Most monks practice evil soldiers. When engraving the second talisman seal, they engrave the talisman seal similar to the "Shocking Yang Jingshi Talisman" that can make evil soldiers appear magical powers. The advantage of doing this is that they can increase the strength of evil soldiers faster, and the disadvantage is that evil soldiers may not be able to bear it. Yiyan does this to make evil soldiers grow more steadily. As for whether they will be much weaker in the early stage, it may not be necessary.

After all, the second talisman seal is just to make the evil soldiers grow magical powers, while the Ningshen Talisman gives the evil soldiers resistance to some magic spells that attack the mind.

Yi Yan only saw the appearance of the team of evil soldiers and knew that this person was prepared to come to him.

"Little thief, I have been waiting for you for a long time. You kill my friend. Today I will take the head of your neck to pay tribute to the spirit of the ancestors in heaven."

At the front of the team of evil soldiers, there was a big man wearing heavy armor. He had a yellow-colored gun in his hand. Wherever he stepped on his feet, it seemed that he had trenched out two ditches on the entire ground, just like a farmland being plowed over.

He came to seek revenge and would inevitably be entangled. Yi Yan's eighty-five men could not stop in this army of three thousand people. He ignored him and just let his evil soldiers rush forward. The other ordinary people became the road blocking stones for the Qing army. Only the Qing general rushed with a gun, and the person in front of him lay down on both sides like the mud that was turning when plowing the fields.

There were also monks in front of him who were blocked by them, and the two monks had already fought with them.

Yi Yan knew in his heart that the only thing he had to do now was to break through and leave here, and once he was trapped in a fight, he would die.

So Yi Yan sent a message to Li Xiucheng and the others to bypass the battle ahead and not stop moving forward. Li Xiucheng just hesitated slightly and did as Yi Yan said. Although Hong Xiuquan's words motivated the crazy murderous intent in his heart, he was not lost with Ning Shenfu. He still remembered Yi Yan's explanation in his heart: Everything is just for breaking through, and he must not fall into a tangled fight.

The evil fog rolled, wailed, and screamed, and burst into the evil fog. However, within a few steps, the sound disappeared again, as if it was swallowed by waves and could not be heard.

Yi Yan turned back and shook his body, and he had reached the last step of the eighty-five. Facing the soldier who had avenged Zhao Zude, he kept regressing, but was always at the end of the eighty-five team, without losing a single point.

"Thief, die."

A yellow light flashed under the feet of the Qing army soldiers, and his whole body had already turned into a yellow light and stabbed towards Yi Yan.
Chapter completed!