Xie Changyuan said this sentence in a way that was close to a roar.
His voice spread out so that everyone in the audience could hear it clearly.
When the words "genocide and genocide" fell into people's ears, almost everyone felt a thump in their hearts.
Then a wave of anger surged into my heart.
People who are not my race must have different minds. Although I had known that the Twelve Divine Palaces from the West had settled in the Eastern Land and had no good intentions, talking about bringing new civilization and technology is simply fart!
Who would be so kind as to travel thousands of miles to your home to give you something?
This is an invasion, an invasion by the strong and the weak. Except for those who have been brainwashed by the shrine's teachings, everyone else knows it in their hearts.
In the beginning, people just followed the trend and followed the general environment. After all, in the past ten years, the Twelve Divine Palaces have controlled two-thirds of the land of the Eastern Land Changsheng Continent. Even if they have any ideas, it will be of no use.
But today, when they heard Xie Changyuan tell the story of the tragedy that happened in the shrine's jurisdiction, a strong sense of anger and crisis hit their hearts.
The race will be wiped out! The race will be wiped out!
These four words hit people's hearts hard. At this time, whether they were the imperial guards, scholars, martial arts warriors of the Song Dynasty, or any ordinary people, their eyes were on the pictures of hell on earth.
Sweep.
The scene was shocking, and it happened in the south, to native people like them.
If you choose to compromise and obey, then sooner or later the scene on the picture of hell on earth will happen to the Song Dynasty, and it will happen to you!
"Twelve Divine Palaces! I'll fuck your mother!!"
I don't know who suddenly shouted, and the Xuan Shen Platform immediately exploded.
Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, pointing at Ichiro Fukuda and the two men on the top of the city and shouting curses. Even the dozen or so beautiful cultivators of the Shenhua Sect put one hand on their hips, clenched an embroidered fist with the other, and spat fragrance at the people above them.
In their excitement, some people even picked up stones and threw them. Some of them were strong enough to throw them onto the city wall, hitting Ichiro Fukuda's clothes.
Ichiro Fukuda's face turned a little blue, and he looked at the commotion below without saying a word for a long time. He thought of how he was worshiped by thousands of people as the high priest of the Twelve Shrines at the beginning of the God-Proclaiming Ceremony, and even the emperor was respectful to him. How amazing that was.
scenery.
Now, in just one day, he was despised by everyone, and his ears were filled with curses, making this great priest really lose his face.
Although he is a high priest and one of the top figures in the Twelve Shrines, Ichiro Fukuda is not a generous person.
On the contrary, he is very stingy. He was born in the East and is one of the few Eastern natives among the twelve palace masters. Moreover, he is in charge of the Wen Palace, which has the least combat effectiveness. He is usually responsible for integrating some powerful countries and incorporating Zen culture.
The monks preached to them and wrote about the great achievements of the Twelve Divine Palaces in the East. When necessary, they would even tamper with the history books of the East, turning devils into heroes, and then turning heroes into devils.
Everything is just to allow the descendants of the Eastern Aboriginal people to accept Western culture and make them completely subordinate and complete slaves of the Western continent.
Ichiro Fukuda's status belongs to the bottom of the twelve great priests, so he needs the respect of others to fill his inferiority and hypocrisy. It can be said that his robe as a great priest is supported by this false respect.
After all, if he takes off this robe, he is just an Oriental dwarf who is only five feet tall.
Now that everything has been destroyed by Xie Changyuan, it seems impossible for the Song Dynasty to be surrendered. If it can't be obtained, it will be completely destroyed.
Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on Ichiro Fukuda's face.
…
Three figures came galloping from the direction of Imperial Street, jumping and jumping along the way, and flew up to the top of the city by stepping on the roof.
Taking a closer look, they turned out to be Xiao Dong, Zhang Jie and Li Biao.
These three body-refining madmen were originally fighting against fifty Great Qin cavalry in Yujie, but now they all came back with disgraced faces and wounds all over their bodies.
Lu Heng lowered his huge wolf head and asked coldly.
"What's going on?"
Xiao Dong said weakly, "The Qin cavalry are too powerful. They guarded the Imperial Street. Even the tens of thousands of imperial guards could not rush through. We are no match for them. Liang Xian was also fought to death by the leading cavalry officer..."
"What I'm asking is why you ran back!" Lu Heng said angrily.
The three of them suddenly became excited and trembled, obviously very afraid of Lu Heng after his transformation.
Xiao Dong went on to say, "Someone just came over with Wang Ming's head to persuade him to surrender. When they saw his head, the imperial guards lost their fighting spirit and all dropped their weapons..."
"Useless thing!" Lu Heng cursed.
Ichiro Fukuda waved his hand and comforted with a smile.
"Lu Sang, don't be angry. Since someone disturbed the situation today and good things cannot be accomplished, you might as well make a big fuss. In the worst case, the army of the Divine Palace will conquer the Song Dynasty by force in the future."
Lu Heng looked back at Ichiro Fukuda and asked.
"What do you want to do?"
Ichiro Fukuda smiled.
"Please Lu Sang summon the incarnation of the Master of the Palace of Beasts to come and kill Xie Changyuan."
"Then……"
Ichiro Fukuda took out a transparent test tube from his arms, containing a green liquid.
Lu Heng's eyes narrowed, and his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinprick.
"Hey, what bad ideas are you two thinking?"
Xie Changyuan stood for a long time holding the heavy sword, but found that the two people in front of him had been talking quietly about something.
When Ichiro Fukuda took out the green reagent from his pocket, Xie Changyuan had an uneasy premonition in his heart. This was his instinct for danger as a warrior.
Secretly, he had already cocked the God-killing crossbow, and the wind and thunder eye in his right eye was already brewing, ready to deal with the next changes at any time.
Lu Heng thought for a moment, and seemed to agree with Ichiro Fukuda's plan, then turned to face Xie Changyuan.
"Xie Changyuan, I have always admired you, and I even hoped to promote you to the position of Lord of the Twelve Palaces. Together, you and I will seek a better living environment for the people of the Eastern Land Changsheng Continent in the future, but now it seems hopeless
Already."
"You, it's better to die."
After speaking, Lu Heng's chest suddenly burst into red light, and a strange Western formation totem suddenly appeared!
boom!
The red light flourished, and the formation formed instantly, and then shot from his chest into the air, projecting the totem in the air.
The totem is a circle with symmetrical and complex lines painted inside. The formation instantly dyes half of the sky red, and a huge pressure spreads from it, as if some terrifying demon is about to come!
Xie Changyuan secretly thought something was wrong, so he immediately raised his God-killing crossbow and aimed it at the totem in the air, shooting an immortal arrow. He felt that it was not enough, so he took out two more arrows from the quiver and fired them instantly, using up all the immortal arrows in one go.
.
Three golden arrows followed one after another, as if tearing apart the space, and appeared in front of the totem the next moment. This was equivalent to the power of three golden elixir monks' self-destruction. Even the second-level Martial God couldn't escape from this.
But the red light of the totem flashed again, and immediately a huge illusory hand stretched out from it, grabbing three golden arrows in its palm.
There was only a roar, and the immortal arrows exploded at the same time. The powerful killing weapon itself was like a firecracker in the huge palm, only a little sparks and air waves were aroused.
Xie Changyuan took a breath of cold air and wondered who it was that he could resist three immortal arrows with just one illusory arm!
Do strong men of this kind really exist in today's world? Or is this the heritage of Western strong men!?
The people below were also attracted by the scene in the sky. When they looked up, the illusory arm shook slightly, completely annihilating the aftermath of the explosion of the immortal arrow in the palm.
Then, a huge figure walked out from the middle of the totem, suspended between heaven and earth.
This figure was about ten feet tall! It was red in color, had horns on its head, and had a row of sharp thorns on its back. Although it was just a shadow, the pressure within it was like a Mount Tai, making Xie Changyuan find it difficult to breathe.
As soon as the huge shadow appeared, he just looked around for a moment and then lowered his head.
Xie Changyuan's hair stood on end. Although he couldn't see Xu Ying's facial features clearly, he could clearly feel that the other person was looking at him.
The shadow was silent for a moment, and just said something faintly.
"Too weak, not worth using one-tenth of my strength to kill."
After finishing speaking, streaks of red mist floated back into the totem from the phantom, and the body of the red phantom shrank at the same time, eventually shrinking to three feet tall.
Although his body has shrunk, his power remains undiminished. Although the words he just said were full of contempt for Xie Changyuan, the latter has no anger at all at this time, only deep fear.
At the same time, Ichiro Fukuda had quietly dropped the green reagent in his hand from the top of the city, and it fell all the way to the ground and smashed into pieces with a loud bang.
The liquid inside instantly atomized and spread in all directions with the cold wind, gradually blowing away in the direction of the Xuan Shen Platform...