Chang'an City, royal palace.

As the war began, countless military newspapers gathered on Ying Zheng's desk every day.

Ying Zheng, who was browsing the military newspaper, gradually turned his attention to a name in a military newspaper: Haotian Sect.

In addition to the Wuhun Hall, it has the most titled Douluo sects.

"What will Your Majesty prepare to deal with the Haotian Sect?" Bai Xueyi, who has been assisting Ying Zheng in handling the military newspaper since the war began, asked Ying Zheng.

"What should Xueyi think about the Haotian Sect dealing with?" Ying Zheng asked back.

"I learned from Yuehua that the Haotian Sect is very strong. Even if the Seven Treasures Glazed Glazed Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect add to everything, they may not be opponents of the Haotian Sect. With such a powerful force, Your Majesty may consider subdueing it." Bai Xueyi said.

"The Haotian Sect is different from the Seven Treasures Glazed Glazed Sect and the Blue-Powered Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect. Because of Rongrong and the auxiliary martial souls, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect can only choose to cooperate with Qin. As for the Blue-Powered Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect, there is only one titled Douluo. As long as you conquer Yu Yuanzhen, it is equivalent to conquering the entire Blue-Powered Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect." Ying Zheng said.

"It is precisely because of its strength that we have to try to subdue it." Bai Xueyi said.

"But it is precisely because of its strength that we have to destroy it. In Qin, such a 'powerful' sect is not allowed to exist." Ying Zheng said.

"Destruction?" Bai Xueyi was slightly stunned, and then she understood what Ying Zheng meant.

"Your Majesty, if you want to destroy Haotian Sect, it will probably be a little trouble. From Tang Yuehua, I learned that in Haotian Sect, there are conservatively estimated that there are more than five titled Douluo. Because of Tang Hao's affairs, the Wuhun Palace made enemies with Haotian Sect, but the Wuhun Palace did not dare to take action. It is precisely because of this that even if you can destroy such a powerful force, you will have to pay a considerable price." Bai Xueyi said.

"It's too early to say this now. The issue of the survival of Haotian Sect depends on what choices the Haotian Sect will make at that time." Ying Zheng said.

"Then can we try to contact Haotian Sect through Tang Yuehua?" Bai Xueyi asked.

"Xueyi doesn't have to worry about this matter now. You have one more important thing to do." Ying Zheng said.

"What's more important?" Bai Xueyi asked in confusion.

"Xueyi needs to go to the Stardou Forest instead of me." Ying Zheng said.

"Star Dou Great Forest, is Your Majesty talking about those soul beasts?" Bai Xueyi asked.

"It's for a silver dragon that recovers from wounds there." Ying Zheng said.

"Silver Dragon?" Bai Xueyi pondered, as if thinking about the significance of the Silver Dragon to Ying Zheng.

"What about your majesty?" Bai Xueyi asked again.

"Do I? I really want to kill the capital." Ying Zhengdao.

"City of Killing?" Bai Xueyi said in surprise.

"Yes, I want to go there to get a sword." Ying Zheng said.

"Sword?" Bai Xueyi pondered, and her eyes subconsciously looked at the long sword on Ying Zheng's waist: Tianwen

"A sword of killing, the endless murderous aura in it is exactly what I need more." Ying Zheng said.

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Wuhun City.

"Under the Pope's crown, the Qin army occupied nearly one-third of the territory of the Tiandou Empire in just three months, and is now pushing towards the West. It only takes two months at most, and the Qin army can advance to the sea." A middle-aged man said to the gloomy middle-aged man that he collected the love story.

He is the Douluo Ghost, the title of the Spirit Hall.

"So what?" Bibidong, who was high above the Pope, said indifferently.

"Under the Pope's Crown, if we don't take action, the Tiandou Empire can only hold on for a year at most. In a year, there will be no more Tiandou Empire in the north of the mainland." Ghost Douluo said.

"It's still a little early," Bibidong said.

"It's a little earlier?" Gui Douluo said in confusion.

"If the Tiandou Empire did not allow them to appreciate the true despair, they would not know how to cherish it." Bibidong said.

"Yes, the Pope's crown is highly insightful." Ghost Douluo, who had thought for a while, had already understood the profound meaning of Bibidong's words.

"You go down." Bibidong waved his hand.

"yes."

"You really want to be the great devil in this world." When the Pope's Palace returned to peace again, Bibidong took out a letter from his arms, a letter that was not long.

The above words are very unfamiliar to Bibidong, but the person behind him is particularly familiar to Bibidong: Ying Zheng.

"It has been several months. This is the only letter, but I want to go to the City of Killing. I wonder if you miss me or just to find a helper." Bibidong looked at the letter in his palm. A resentment that had never appeared in her heart was dominating her nerves at this time.

"I won't go. Can the pope of my dignified Spirit Hall be mobilized by just this letter?" Bibidong said, clenched his palms hard, and the paper of good material was instantly shattered.

"I won't go." Bibidong murmured to himself.

"At least I will never go now, unless there is a second letter or a third letter." Bibidong suddenly showed a look of fear while pondering.

"What's wrong with me?" Bibidong subconsciously touched his cheek, feeling that it seemed a little hot on it. The hot cheeks were the cheeks, but the restless ones were the heart.

A few days later, when Xue Qinghe, an envoy of the Tiandou Empire, came to Wuhun City, he was surprised to find that the owner here was missing.

Listening to Ju Douluo's reward, Xue Qinghe's face gradually showed a strange and complicated look.

But the dignified female pope of the Martial Spirit Hall suddenly went into seclusion. Is that really a retreat?

I'm afraid it's not the case.

The hesitation that had just heard the news soon turned into something else in Xue Qinghe's heart.

Xueqing River cannot see Bibidong, but Qian Renxue can see Qiandaoliu.

"Xue'er has grown up." In the worship hall, Qian Daoliu looked at his granddaughter who appeared in front of him, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

"Is that true?" Qian Renxue said with a face, but her eyes were filled with smiles.

The person in front of her is the person she is closest to in this world.

"Yes, but no matter how old you are, you are the little Xueer in grandpa's memory." Qian Daoliu smiled.

"Grandpa, have they grown up?" Qian Renxue said as she grabbed Qian Daoliu's palm, showing her little daughter's cute look.

"You don't look like you're growing up now." Qian Daoliu rubbed Qian Renxue's long golden hair and said.

"Okay." Qian Renxue said, revealing a dejected look.

"What did Xue Qinghe come to Wuhun City this time?" Qian Daoliu said in a flash.

"Grandpa, I knew I couldn't hide it from you. This time I came back to ask for help." Qian Renxue said.

"Seeking for help?" Qian Daoliu said in surprise.
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