Chang'an City is undoubtedly the largest city in this era, on this continent, and under the sky.

The Jade Rabbit falls, the Golden Crow rises, smoke curls up from the kitchens in Chang'an City, and people gradually become noisy.

Even if the demons are coming and the tense atmosphere of the Forbidden Army is mobilized, there is no way to reduce the entire city to a restless environment. They will still talk about the turmoil and feel uneasy, but life still has to go on.

Fortunately, this day does not seem to be the day chosen by the flames of war.

Until the golden palace city and the gray outline of hundreds of squares, after spending the whole day exposed to the sun, we welcomed the meandering moonlight.

Shao Lingxiao and his four attendants appeared at the height of Chang'an City under the moonlight.

Originally, since the mobilization of the Forbidden Army, all buildings in Chang'an City that had a certain advantage in height had already been guarded by elite personnel assigned by the Forbidden Army.

They were alert to the fact that every half-quarter of an hour, they must use the sound of drums as a mark to announce their presence to their colleagues guarding other high places, and the sound of the drums when beating is different in each round. If someone invades these

If you try to imitate the drumbeat of the previous round, you will be noticed immediately.

However, when Shao Lingxiao appeared here, all the forbidden soldiers in this pavilion had already lost their lives under the sword energy. The sword energy as thin as hair passed through their throats, destroying the trachea, leaving only

The needle pricked the same small hole and a little blood stain.

These men, either majestic or capable, could not even see any scars unless they looked carefully. They just seemed tired, leaning on railings, walls, and potted plants, with their heads slumped down, and their spears and knives still tightly in their hands.

He was clenching and holding on to the ground in a messy manner.

Regardless of what the drumbeat would be like half a quarter of an hour later, Shao Lingxiao looked calm, as if every part of his body was relaxed, overlooking the city in the moonlight.

The only "tense" place is probably the sleeve of his left hand. The sleeve is still wrapped around the sword of the Flying Light Sword. It is so tight and tight that it seems like his left hand is held horizontally behind his waist.

A black and gloomy mourning stick.

Viewed from a high place, the streets in Chang'an City are divided into pieces by streets. The tiles on the roofs are arranged as closely as fish scales, and they look like black wheat fields that have just been plowed carefully.

There are so many neat and detailed marks...

Tile next to tile, eaves next to eaves, the buildings in every city are connected together, as if they have been so closely dependent on each other from the day the city existed until now.

Only the ridges of the roofs rising from the fields of tiles can make people see the difference between high and low, the difference between high and low. There are those high and long ridges, with cornices and horns, squatting dragons and strange beasts, and there are low ones.

It is so short that it seems to be submerged by the shadow of the roof ridge elsewhere.

It was dark at night, and there was silence among the streets, but Shao Lingxiao could hear the breathing of thousands of people in the wind. This was the silence that enveloped the whole city, and it was also the silence that overflowed with vitality.

Shao Lingxiao's eyes were filled with those tiled roofs, his pupils were much darker than the black tiles, and the meaning was difficult to understand, so he craned his neck to look further into the distance.

Outside the city wall, which is as high as the shadow of a mountain, there is a moon like a silver gauze, and in the vast wilderness, there are sparkling lights in many places.

Eight rivers, namely Wei, Jing, Feng, Lao, Pou, Pou, Chan and Ba, belong to the Yellow River system, flowing around the city.

As early as the Western Han Dynasty, Sima Xiangru once wrote in "Shanglin Fu": "It is as vast as the eight water divisions, which are opposite to each other and different."

The magnificent beauty of the eight rivers surrounding Chang'an is clearly outside the city, but it is controlled by the atmosphere inside the city. The government orders here are spread all over the world, to Silla, Baekje, to the western regions beyond the Great Wall, to the vast plateau, and to the vast ocean.

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The former Shiwandashan, the Liuzhao Kingdom, and the current Nanzhao were so far away that one could not help but be immersed in the atmosphere of this city.

Another round of drums sounded, but there was no response from the pavilion here. Everywhere fell into a strange silence. The subtle sound could not escape the Grandmaster's ears and eyes, and was surrounded from all sides.

The messenger fluttered his wings and flew away, and the sound of feathers flapping against the wind was also mixed in.

But just as one of the blood eagles flew high into the sky, a black shadow below penetrated the roof, turning the difficult-to-tame raptor into a bursting rain of blood and mist.

The long black shadow was slightly stuck in mid-air, one by one, with a dark luster, and the huge poisonous buds and spikes at the top made it unmistakable to anyone.

——This is a scorpion's tail.

The erect long tail was still extending rapidly, and the carapace made a clanking sound, and continued to become thicker, until finally it was almost as high as the city wall.

Immediately afterwards, the house was torn apart like paper, and among the fragments, eight black shadows about the same length as the previous tail extended out.

After breaking through the walls and sweeping away the pillars, the people in the nearby houses were buried under the debris of the walls and roofs without even letting out a scream.

The inner guard's iron whistle sounded urgently, spreading from one point to another, and then further and further, until it could be heard clearly outside the city.

Everywhere in the city, in the blink of an eye, at least tens of thousands of lights and torches were swaying towards us.

More than a dozen nearby cities were plunged into riots.

And the source of the nine poisonous scorpion tails, the six-armed creature that was originally similar to a humanoid, was also expanding rapidly.

Big clumps of muscles burst out from his body like exploding cotton. When the muscles on both shoulders swelled up, one big and one small, the head was squeezed out of sight. Then this swelling feeling spread to both sides.

Arms, extending behind.

For a moment, there was only a ball of flesh that was bigger than a house. All six arms were buried in the muscles and could not be seen at all.

But soon, sounds like thousands of firecrackers came from inside, and the bones proliferated crazily, re-supporting those supernumerary muscles.

The six arms turned into giant claws. The tips of the claws were sharp, and the muscles of the arms were knotted, becoming more smooth and beautiful. The joints were covered with carapace, and the other parts were made of horny skin, giving it a rough appearance like a crocodile.

The position of the legs has become extremely thick. Perhaps because of the weight, it can only be kept there in a squatting position. The two hands at the bottom of the six arms also need to assist in supporting and maintaining the balance of the center of gravity of this huge monster.

Finally, there is a huge head, growing out from between the muscles. The facial features are rough, and Sun Ling's appearance can be vaguely seen.

There is no such thing as hair anymore, but the top of the head is covered with bone spikes, like a monster crown made of countless thorns.

The Abyssal with golden eyes was supported on the ground with his arms and hind limbs bent at the waist. His upper body was slightly straight, and his arms were spread out.

Such a posture makes him only reflect half of his height. Even so, the height of his head is already over fifteen meters, and his nine tails are more than twice as long as his upper body.

He moved a little, and the ground was shaking within three miles. When he roared, a house in front of him was blown down, and the whole city could hear it.

But such a huge monster only made Shao Lingxiao's eyes slightly curious for a moment, and then he looked away again, paying more attention to Chang'an's response.

The heavy crossbows of the Forbidden Army were carried by strong men and rushed towards them. Many masters were rushing over there. The sound of pipa played to offset the terrifying oppression of the demon's roar.

The Spring and Autumn Broadsword, which controlled the flowing water, slashed horizontally and clashed with the Abyssal One's punch. The fist was shattered, but the flesh and blood quickly regenerated from the wrist.

The nine long tails roared back and forth, sometimes far and sometimes near. Wherever they went, whether they were soldiers or civilians, as long as they were rubbed by the spikes at the top of the tails, they would melt into a highly toxic slurry and be absorbed.

Even so, the morale of the Forbidden Army did not suffer a big blow. They seemed to have speculated and rehearsed in this regard. The heavy crossbows stayed at a distance and fired rapidly. The brave generals roared and threw

Spear.

The roars of the Abyssal Ones also came out one after another. When the demon mutants outside the city heard these sounds, they seemed to have received orders and rushed towards the city from all directions at full speed.

The deformed and inhuman figures climbed over the city wall and fell downwards. Some were blocked by top-notch experts, while others rushed straight in from remote angles, killing without restraint. Under the leadership of the Abyssal Ones, these monster mutants would become even more excited.

However, the light of the torches quickly dispersed and gathered together, which represented Chang'an's guarding force, one after another, to stop the demon's footsteps.

The whole of Chang'an was awakened. There were flames of war everywhere, and torches were extinguished, but no flames escaped.

"The Tang Dynasty was established in Zhao Zhao, and God provided for all nations..."

Witnessing all this, Shao Lingxiao read out some words praising the Tang Dynasty. His voice was long and it was neither praise nor ridicule.

It was just such a scene of united efforts that made him feel that only these eight words could be applied.

To really make the Tang Dynasty feel pain, would it be enough to kill one or two emperors and destroy some food? What does that mean?

Even if you want to stay away from the Tang Dynasty and plan enough strength to launch a war, it will take at least twenty or thirty years of excessive planning.

But that's too late, too slow, and many people can't wait.

It's not that Shao Lingxiao can't wait, or Ye Motian can't wait, but the people of the Tang Dynasty.

Those political figures, high-ranking officials of the imperial court, and even a larger number of soldiers who survived the Southwest War ten years ago are the targets of revenge.

Those court officials who, although they did not go to the battlefield personally, still controlled the logistics planning strategy and contributed to the war in other ways, were the targets of revenge.

Those who cheered for the war ten years ago, empathized with it, and raised their arms and shouted, the common people of the Tang Dynasty in every city, every village...

Also, the goal of revenge!

Shao Lingxiao has wasted ten years. He can't wait any longer, and wait, and wait, until the generation ten years ago is almost dead, and they have almost forgotten the mood ten years ago. Then he will launch revenge and still

What kind of revenge is this?

He wants to bring about the most chaotic era and make those people fall into the painful turmoil in the shortest possible time.

Only the pain of so many people can cut off the cocoon of hatred on my body, get rid of the heavy and complicated shackles accumulated over the past ten years, and regain freedom and freedom.

And to achieve this, to defeat the Tang Dynasty at its peak, of course, the only way is to use the power of "Heaven".

Over the pavilion where Shao Lingxiao was, clouds suddenly surged in the moonlit night sky, and the ancient Tianmen slowly emerged.

The flying light sword trembled slightly, and the sleeve robe on his left hand was completely shattered.

The Abyssal One marched in the direction of the palace, advancing in a straight line. No matter what obstacles were in front of him, he destroyed them. Although the holders of the four divine weapons, including Lu Ningxian, could inflict certain injuries on him, they were also recovering quickly.

During his rebirth, there was no way to really slow him down.

Especially around this Abyssal, there are bloody magic circle patterns that continue to appear everywhere.

Some magic arrays cause the heavy fists of the Abyssal to suddenly accelerate, some provide hardened defense for certain parts of the Abyssal's body, and some are illusions that disrupt the spirit and interfere with the enemy.

Fux remained invisible and stepped on the left shoulder of the Abyssal One.

If this Abyssal was really just an Abyssal, he would never have such a clever cooperation with her. However, when the person controlling the Abyssal's body is also a person with magic ability, the cooperation between the two becomes particularly terrifying.

As a result, even if the deceased abbot arrived, he would be enveloped in a bloody halo, blasted with four arms, suppressed by a fast and slow attack, and sent flying backwards again and again.

The circle of blank streets and city walls between the imperial city and the outer city were blocked by the nine long tails. When the Abyssalers were about to break into the imperial city, the manpower of the major families had to join the battle.
To be continued...