Chapter 1395 The frontline retreats! Triple shackles bind the true dragon!
You good Shuerhaqi, you must die a good death!
"What kind of pine... pine tree! You fart!"
Abahai stood in the garden, with the slightest cool breeze blowing over her delicate body. The trace of moisture under her palace clothes turned into ice, causing her to clench her teeth and make her face turn purple.
Especially thinking about the other person's last words before leaving made her furious!
"Are you feeling cold?"
Can she not be cold?
But why is she cold? Don't you, Shuerhaqi, have any idea?
This bastard!
"I wanted to lift you up, but you don't know how to lift me up!" .??.
Abahai looked at the departing back of "Shulhaqi" fiercely, clenching his teeth, and the viciousness seeping out of his eyes almost condensed into ice.
"When Daishan comes to power, I will chop you alive!"
Side hall.
Yang Fan, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Especially thinking about Abahai's face that was almost completely distorted at the end made him feel happy.
"You dare to care about my body? You deserve it!"
He curled his lips and said to himself that he was lucky, "Fortunately, my skin body responded quickly, otherwise I would have been taken advantage of by this bad woman!"
Thinking of this, he turned over and continued to sleep.
However, his skin-like body did not leave the Royal Garden. Instead, he watched Abahai leave with his own eyes, and then gradually withdrew his gaze and looked at the Dazheng Palace.
Dazheng Palace is the palace where Nurhaci lived and discussed politics.
The place was shrouded in a deep darkness, as if it was connected to another deep space, and the blazing volcano-like Qi and blood seemed to be blocked by a barrier at this moment.
All the mysteries around me are blocked, making it impossible to see clearly and have no clue.
"It's mysterious, I don't know what's brewing."
He felt that there was a deadly atmosphere there and did not dare to look further.
, the skin-like body was like a black shadow, blending into the night, and quickly swept back to the side hall.
In the Dazheng Palace.
The hall was filled with irreversible darkness, and a crimson figure could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged in the middle, with a golden dragon shadow circling around him.
It's like the door to hell has been opened here, dark, cold, dead, and empty.
Nurhachi stared at the darkness. The blazing blood was like a beacon in the darkness, and circles of ripples seemed to appear in the surrounding void.
"Roar!"
A silent roar shook the place.
A giant beast hundreds of feet tall suddenly jumped out of the void, opened its huge mouth, and bit Nurhachi.
"Hmph! What a beast!"
Nurhachi snorted coldly, and the golden knife from his waist suddenly jumped out and sank into the giant beast's body in an instant. Along with a line of blood splashed out from the back of the giant beast, it suddenly split into two halves!
And there were almost thousands of demons and giant beasts like this lying dead in this crack!
This shows how long Nurhaci has been here!
At this moment, these corpses have turned into a huge altar of flesh and blood, nineteen stories high, and sitting on the top is Nurhaci!
With him as the center, the seal characters engraved on the flesh and blood altar gave off shimmering light, and invisible fluctuations spread toward the deep space, like a lead, until they were completely submerged into the darkness that could not be seen!
It wasn't until the white fish belly appeared in the east that Nurhachi's figure disappeared here and returned to the Dazheng Palace.
Day by day passes.
Whether it is Nurhaci, shamanism, or esotericism, they have become more and more peaceful.
Amidst the calm, an unprecedented storm is obviously brewing!
Yang Fan eats and lives in a golden tent, but he always pays attention to the changes in all parties with the help of his superficial body. He does not dare to be careless at all. Once he senses something is wrong, he will immediately run away thousands of miles away.
And without the support of shamanism, the first to be unable to hold on is the front line.
Daishan and Huang Taiji's armies began to suffer a large number of casualties and had to retreat.
"Damn it! What on earth are these guys doing!"
Daishan's teeth were itching with hatred, and his face became ferocious. .??.
"If the Qing Dynasty falls, will their shamanism be able to survive? The Ming Dynasty will not care what kind of gods they are. When the time comes, a decree can cut them all off!"
Even though he is the titled Batulu, and has just received a promise from the high priest to support him in becoming the Great Khan in the future, what he wants is to become the Lord of the Qing Dynasty who rules the entire world!
Rather than being forced to the doorstep of his home by the Ming army, leaving only an isolated city behind!
Huang Taiji's expression was not good-looking, and he urged: "Second brother, retreat quickly and retain your strength. Once the elite is lost, it will be completely over!"
"Retreat! Keep retreating!"
Daishan almost said this through gritted teeth.
Even if they harvested some small and medium-sized tribes, replenished their troops, and artificially created a group of Batulu.
However, after all, the number is limited, and they are unable to stop the increase of troops to 300,000, and there is an additional Ming army backed by a group of Shenzang-level Sanlaohui!
In addition, some Confucianists, military strategists and other semi-sage scholars came to support, and the Qing army lost dozens of ancestors and gods just to retreat, not to mention the soldiers and warriors below, who suffered heavy losses!
The unfavorable situation on the front line also caused the Shaman Qing Dynasty to
The situation in the department has also become increasingly tense.
If the competition between divine power and imperial power continues to stalemate, then the Ming army will inevitably wave its army, continue to advance eastward and northward, and completely wipe out the entire Shaman Qing Dynasty on the Liaodong Plain!
Shengjing City.
The news of the defeat on the front line, the postmen carrying yellow flags desperately delivering urgent information, and the figure entering the gate of Shengjing City without stopping, completely presented the emergency on the front line in front of everyone.
For a moment, people were panicked!
The disorder of people's hearts undoubtedly aggravated the power of divine power, and the amount of incense and sacrifices in the temple suddenly increased several times!
"Changes in this world are accelerating..."
But at this time, Yang Fan raised his head and looked at the sky, "But this Nurhaci is really tolerant, so he just doesn't do anything? What on earth is he waiting for?"
However, it is obvious that the constant deaths of soldiers and civilians on the front lines and the changes in the hearts of the people inside have brought about the continuous weakening of the imperial dragon energy!
After the death of the three-legged god, the order evolved from "legislation", "administration", and "judiciary" slowly evolved and took shape with the support of the divine power of shamanism, just like three huge shackles blessing the imperial order!
In the sky, you can vaguely see a bound imperial dragon!
The triple shackles pierced hard into the flesh and blood of the Imperial Dragon. If this continues, the two may really form a certain balance and become a coexistence and symbiosis!
"Half-imperial power, half-divine power?"
Yang Fan felt a deep feeling in his heart.
He is extremely vigilant about this!
Because once this system really takes shape, it will be nothing more than the Ming Dynasty, but Jixi will probably take advantage of it and no longer be restricted by the original order...
By then, the entire Liaodong may become a new battlefield!