The incarnation of the high priest was completely defeated, and the great formation in the sky was gone.
The struggle between monk Guangji and the master of the Palace of Hundred Beasts was ultimately won by Guangji.
Everyone looked at this scene in a daze, not only the mortals, but also the Great Sword Immortal Gao Wenchong who had entered the realm of Zi Mansion. This was the first time in his life that he had witnessed such a fierce battle that stirred up the world.
"Master Guangji is truly a living Buddha!" Gao Wenchong said with emotion.
At the same time, the Martial God Li Muzhi had already fled far away with the Palace Master Fukuda Ichiro. The second-level Martial God was extremely fast and flew to the end of his field of vision in almost the blink of an eye.
They escaped!
Xie Changyuan quickly raised the God-killing crossbow, pointed it in the direction and fired.
However, Gao Wenchong raised his hand to stop him.
"Forget it, although your crossbow is extraordinary, it can't keep up with the speed of Cheng Er Realm Martial God." He shook his head.
Xie Changyuan was a little unhappy and asked immediately.
"Why don't you, Prime Minister, go after him? He is the great priest of the Wen Palace. Taking his head will definitely bring down the prestige of the Twelve Divine Palaces."
Xie Changyuan's hatred for the Twelve Divine Palaces was so deep that he wanted to kill everyone in this organization every time he saw them.
Now that a great priest slipped away under his nose, he really felt it was a pity.
If it weren't for the fact that he had not yet achieved Tiyun Gong, he would really want to chase it all the way to the death!
Gao Wenchong gave the latter a look of understanding, but still patted the latter's shoulder and explained in a gentle and deep tone.
"If Ichiro Fukuda is really retained completely, it will certainly make our disciples of Toto feel proud, but in the future the Twelve Divine Palaces will definitely raise a large army to avenge Ichiro Fukuda. Our country, the Song Dynasty, is weak and needs to recuperate for the future.
, it is wrong to rush for quick success."
After some persuasion, Xie Changyuan understood the truth and stopped insisting.
The two of them landed on the city wall, came to Monk Guangji, and bowed to him respectfully.
Guang Ji is a strong man, and today's magical methods are very impressive. He defeated the master of the Palace of Beasts and frightened away the God of War Li Muzhi. This can be said to be the first achievement of today's great victory!
At this time, the old monk had returned to his smiling posture, holding a broken cattail leaf fan shakingly, and waving his hands repeatedly.
"No need to be polite, this poor monk is a little hungry. Why don't you two come with me to find some food?"
Guangji touched his belly and smacked his mouth.
Gao Wenchong and Xie Changyuan looked at each other and smiled, and the three of them walked down the city wall together, preparing to find something to eat.
Today Xie Changyuan fought alone from the beginning to the end. It is not an exaggeration to say that one person can defeat thousands of people.
When Gao Wenchong first entered the Zifu Realm, he had a battle with the Cheng Er Realm Martial God. Although he didn't win, he didn't lose either.
This fight was extremely tiring, and it was impossible to say that I wasn't hungry.
At this time, peace had returned to Bianliang City, the living dead had been eliminated, and the remaining corpses had begun to be cleaned up in an orderly manner under the order of Princess Linyang.
In the follow-up, there may be things to do such as counting the losses, preparing for repairs, settling the families of the deceased, etc. As a busy man, Lin Yang only met with Monk Guangji in a hurry, and after a few words, he was entangled in affairs.
I had no choice but to say goodbye hastily.
The three of them bid farewell to Linyang and continued walking down the street. On the way, they met an old Taoist priest at an intersection. This man was none other than the person who helped Chong Chenzi draw the purple seal of the corpse-suppressing talisman on the Xuanshentai.
Real person.
This man is also an old acquaintance. He once met Xie Changyuan on the way. At that time, he even invited Xie Changyuan to go south with him. In fact, he wanted Xie Changyuan to be his bodyguard.
But in the end, not only did he fail, Xie Changyuan also robbed him of a Tiyun Gong and several immortal weapons.
Neither of them looked good when they met this time. They snorted coldly at each other and seemed to dislike each other.
But under the mediation of Monk Guangji, Master Ziyin still joined the team looking for food.
There were four people in the group, led by an old monk, followed by a middle-aged scholar, an old Taoist priest, and a one-eyed and one-armed martial artist.
When this group walks together on the street, they turn heads 100%! But now Bianliang City has just experienced a war. The streets are devastated, dead people are lying everywhere, and the living are busy cleaning up. No one has any extra thoughts
Go watch these four people.
Searching all the way, they wandered the streets for a long time but could not find an open restaurant. Obviously, after such a big movement, no one was so big-hearted enough to open it.
After leaving the Xuanshentai, I met the Great Qin Cavalry again on the Imperial Street.
The cavalry were stationed in place, while the opposite street was densely packed with Suwei imperial troops. They came to support, but after seeing Wang Ming's head, they stopped where they were, ready to wait for the dispatch of the Song Dynasty royal family.
Xie Changyuan found Wang Ben in the cavalry team. This was the second son of the Qin general Wang Qian. This time he rushed thousands of miles to support Xie Changyuan. He led his troops to defend the imperial street for several hours, and blocked tens of thousands of guards and imperial guards with fifty people.
He was indispensable for creating the best conditions for Xie Changyuan's battle at Xuanshentai.
Not long ago, Wang Ben used his eighth-level cultivation to challenge the ninth-level master Liang Xian. Although he finally succeeded in killing Liang Xian, he was also seriously injured.
Now he was sitting cross-legged on the ground covered in blood, doing exercises to heal his injuries. He was about to get up when he saw Xie Changyuan arriving, but was held down by the latter.
"Thank you for your hard work, brother, please heal your wounds." Xie Changyuan said with concern.
Half of the fifty-man Great Qin cavalry were lost in one battle, and now the remaining veterans all have injuries of varying severity.
Fortunately, Pan Si also survived and exchanged greetings with Xie Changyuan. At the same time, he boasted about how brave he had been in the battle just now, and he was not unfamiliar at all.
Xie Changyuan was also happy to listen to his old boss bragging. After chatting with him for a long time, he let the remaining cavalry rest where they were and would go to Lin Yang to bring them supplies later.
The road in front was blocked by the Suwei Imperial Army, and it was impossible to walk through it. Xie Changyuan and his party were too lazy to do so, so they simply turned around and walked back, continuing in the direction of the Xuanshen Platform.
When we reached a fork in the road, Xie Changyuan said.
"I'm afraid there's no ready-made food. Why don't we look for it separately? It doesn't matter if it's raw or cooked. Let's put it together and cook it."
Everyone nodded and immediately went their separate ways. Everyone was looking around, searching for where there might be something to eat.
Xie Changyuan vaguely smelled the aroma of meat and followed the direction into a street. There were no soldiers breaking in to fight, so it looked relatively clean.
Smelling the smell, Xie Changyuan came to a door, reached out and patted the door, but no one responded.
"Huh?" Xie Changyuan frowned.
Is it possible that no one is home? Or are you afraid that someone will come in and rob you, so you dare not open the door?
When I was hesitating whether to climb over the wall or not, three people were already walking over from the other side of the street.
A half-year-old child dressed in simple clothes was walking this way, holding two young men dressed as scholars in each hand.
When the child saw Xie Changyuan, he was stunned for a moment, then quickened his pace and helped the two teenagers to come this way.
When the three of them approached, Xie Changyuan discovered that all three young men were injured. The two young men on the left and right should be scholars who responded to Gao Wenchong's call and drew their swords on the street.
The young man in the middle seemed very excited when he saw Xie Changyuan, his face flushed, his eyes widened, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
This made Xie Changyuan very puzzled. Apparently he didn't know this child.
It was the young man studying in white on the left who spoke first.
He endured the pain and asked.
"Is this strong man Xie Changyuan?" he asked.
Although he was slashed several times on his body, fortunately, none of his vitals were hurt. Now he tries to keep his tone of voice gentle, without losing the character of a scholar.
Xie Changyuan was a little surprised.
"How do you know me?"
The scholar's pale face showed a smile.
"I teach children to read and write in the slums of Beicheng. I have seen strong men come to Beicheng several times."
This scholar is Li Tu, a young master who teaches in Beicheng.
"That's it." Xie Changyuan nodded.
"What's wrong, warrior?" Li Tu asked.
"I'm hungry, I smell the fragrance here, and I want to beg for something to eat." Xie Changyuan also said politely.
Hearing this, the simple young man in the middle agreed repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, there is something to eat!"
He happily took the key from Li Tu's waist, opened the door of Li Tu's house, and soon pushed out a small car from inside.
The cart is a typical street stall style, with a large pot in the middle and a pot of stewed pork head in it.
However, smelling this smell, Xie Changyuan felt a little familiar.
After looking at the pot and thinking for a moment, Xie Changyuan finally remembered.
"Are you Yan Yong's child?"
The taste of this marinade is so familiar. Isn't it the same as Yan Yong's signature braised pig's trotters?
The child smiled happily and nodded in agreement.
"He's my uncle!"
Xie Changyuan smiled and touched his head, while asking why he was here.
This child only said that when the fighting broke out at Xuanshentai, Yan Yong ran back to Beicheng to bring in reinforcements, and then his parents, old and young, who were able to move, also followed him. Now that the war is over, they all stay where they are and wait for the court's arrangements, while he takes the
The two scholars came back to get some medicine for the wound and sent it over.
Xie Changyuan nodded, reached out and patted the child on the shoulder.
This battle is definitely not the work of one person. The reason why this city was able to drive out the forces of the Twelve Divine Palaces relied on thousands of ordinary people.
In order to protect their own country and for the environment in which their children and grandchildren can survive, these ordinary people have exhausted their rights. They are the winners of this battle.
"Hurry up and get the medicine and go back to save people. Tell them that from now on, the land of the Song Dynasty will never be tainted by the Twelve Divine Palaces, and everyone can return to the normal life they had five years ago."
Xie Changyuan said seriously.
The three young men opposite looked at each other, smiled, and nodded heavily at Xie Changyuan.
Especially the simple young man in the middle looked at Xie Changyuan with a kind of fanatical admiration from beginning to end, but the latter didn't notice it.
After speaking, Xie Changyuan pushed the cart where the young man had set up a stall all the way back. When he reached the fork in the road at the appointed time, he discovered that the other three people had already returned.