Li Wanshan rode his horse for more than ten miles before stopping.
Standing under a big tree, he looked towards the north.
The green earth blocked his sight, preventing him from seeing the Nanyuan River and Nanyang City. But in his heart, he seemed to have seen the tragic battlefield.
One hundred thousand barbarian troops were completely destroyed!
When he went there, he was surrounded by powerful generals and hundreds of thousands of soldiers, but now he only has less than a dozen defeated soldiers around him.
He held onto the trunk of the big tree and covered his chest. His whole body seemed to have aged countless times in an instant.
The alliance with Gong Yunshan was promoted by him. For this reason, he not only suppressed the opposition in the Sanmiao Royal Court, but also brought most of his direct lineage including his disciples and personal guards.
The result was that the entire army was destroyed.
After returning to the royal capital, he can foresee how those who were suppressed by him will fight back against him. Perhaps he will still be the royal father of the Sanmiao Royal Court in the future, but his majesty and power will definitely be severely reduced.
As for the entire Sanmiao Royal Court, the destruction of the 100,000-strong army was enough to devastate the Sanmiao Royal Court. In a short period of time, the Sanmiao Royal Court could no longer provoke Dali, and even had to find ways to appease Dali.
If Dali refuses to give up, the Sanmiao Royal Court will probably push him out as the royal father to appease Dali.
Thinking of this, Li Wanshan's hands couldn't help but tremble.
"Go back!"
He stood up straight and said a little lonely.
But just as he finished speaking, a dozen figures suddenly appeared on the mountain ridge on one side.
A dozen warriors wearing black attire and holding weapons rushed over quickly, and in the blink of an eye they were surrounded by dozens of defeated soldiers.
Seeing this, Li Wanshan's face darkened, and his gloomy eyes glowed with ferocity.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Li Wanshan, why don't you, Dali, come and leave whenever you want?"
A clear voice sounded above the mountains, and Li Wanshan looked up.
I saw three more figures there at some point.
Her white shirt is fluttering, her eyebrows are like a painting, her eyes are like cold stars, and she is as beautiful as a fairy.
The first thing he paid attention to was not Qin Wei who spoke, but Shi Luan.
It's not because of Shi Luan's beauty, but because of Shi Luan's sharp swordsmanship.
After absorbing Qing Lanzhou's artistic conception of swordsmanship, Shi Luan had already understood the two levels of innate artistic conception of 'momentum' and 'meaning'.
Compared to Qin Wei, who looked like an ordinary person without any cultivation, Li Wanshan naturally paid attention to Shi Luan, an innate master, first.
"Who are you?" Li Wanshan stared at Shi Luan without any panic or uneasiness.
In his opinion, although Shi Luan's strength is good, it is far from being able to threaten him. Even now that his body has suffered some injuries, he still thinks so.
Qin Wei walked briskly down the hillside and soon arrived in front of Li Wanshan.
"We are people who have to save our lives!" Qin Wei clapped the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile.
"It's up to you!" Li Wanshan looked directly at Qin Wei, but his eyes were full of disdain and ridicule.
Qin Wei shrugged, "A group of remnants and defeated generals are still so arrogant. They really deserve a beating!"
After saying that, Qin Wei stretched out a palm and held it towards the void across Li Wanshan.
The next moment, Li Wanshan felt a strong force suddenly appear around him, squeezing his body.
His eyes were wide open and he looked at Qin Wei in horror.
What power is this?
Why does it appear without warning?
Why is it so powerful?
"What are you doing?"
he asked in horror.
It seems that everyone who has been exerted the power of heaven by Qin Wei will ask this question. Perhaps they are all afraid of the unknown power and horrified by the incomprehensible means.
Qin Wei smiled lightly, with a spring breeze on his handsome face.
"I have no habit of explaining mysteries to the dead!"
The invisible power of heaven was like a shackle, locking Li Wanshan tightly. Following Qin Wei's thought, Li Wanshan floated into the air and floated towards Qin Wei's location.
Feeling the majestic power of heaven, Qin Wei's eyes flashed.
This ability to borrow God's power is really powerful. The more proficient he becomes, the more satisfied he will be with his ability to borrow God's power.
As his body floated towards Qin Wei uncontrollably, Li Wanshan suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.
"What ability is this?"
he asked in fear.
Qin Wei shook his head slightly, and until Li Wanshan came to him, he didn't say anything, just smiled lightly.
The ability of borrowing Tianwei seems to be very unnatural, even the strong people in the three innate realms can control it with ease, which shows how powerful it is.
However, borrowing Tianwei consumes a lot of money. In just this move, Qin Wei consumed three white chess pieces.
You must know that an innate warrior who has understood two levels of artistic conception can provide Qin Wei with three white chess pieces.
In other words, with just this move, Qin Wei consumed an innate warrior who understood two levels of artistic conception.
Of course, the consumption is high, and the benefits are also high. A strong man of the Three Innate Realms can provide him with six chess pieces.
This is just like doing business, Qin Wei will not do a loss-making business.
Pressing his palm on Li Wanshan's head, the pure artistic conception flowed along his arm into the sea of consciousness, blended into the Yitian chessboard, and turned into white chess pieces.
In a few breaths, there were six more white chess pieces on the Yitian chessboard, bringing the total number of chess pieces to nine.
Looking at the nine chess pieces that emitted weak fluorescence, Qin Wei suddenly felt like he was swollen.
The nine white chess pieces allow him to control three strong men of the three innate realms at will.
If coupled with the momentum floating above the Yitian chessboard, Qin Wei felt that even if he faced thousands of troops, he would not be afraid.
Suddenly, Qin Wei felt an invincible loneliness.
Neither Yan Zhen nor the secret masters in the night seemed to be a threat to him anymore.
"Now I should be qualified to say no to all the strong men in the world!"
Qin Wei narrowed his eyes slightly and released the power of Heaven that imprisoned Li Wanshan.
He has always felt that he is not strong enough and that the power he possesses is still far behind.
But looking back now, he already has very powerful power.
His own strength far exceeds that of the strong men in the Three Innate Realms, and his forces cover most of the Dali Dynasty. He can summon thousands of troops with just a wave of his arms.
He looked down at Li Wanshan, who was lying limply on the ground, with a dangerous light dancing in his eyes.
"It's time too!"
A bright smile appeared on his face.
"I'll leave the rest to you!"
He turned around and said to Shi Luan.
"Here!"
Shi Luan responded immediately.
next moment.
Waves of screams rang out, and scarlet blood stained the green hills.
…
When Qin Wei crossed the Nanyuan River again and returned to Dali, the battle in Nanyang City also came to an end.
Mohu Luojia was killed by Mao Jiang, Asura was shot through the throat by Lan Yuehou, and Garuda was suppressed by Yan Zhen and eventually became a prisoner.
Ji Ming died, and all the people hidden in Nanyang City in the night were cleared.
Gong Yunshan died, and Xiaoyao Island's layout in the southwest of Dali completely fell apart.
The Royal Court of Sanmiao left behind 100,000 corpses, turning Nanyang County red.
Everything has settled, but no one is happy at all.
In this battle, Dali can be said to have won a complete victory, but Dali also paid a heavy price for it.
Yuanzhou and Shuzhou have not recovered after some shocks.
The losses in Yunzhou were even more severe. Almost all of the hundreds of thousands of garrison troops became rebels and were either wiped out or captured.
In the end, of the 200,000 border troops in Nanyang City, less than 100,000 remained.
The Yuezhou garrison who came to counter the rebellion also suffered tens of thousands of casualties, and even the eight thousand Mingyue Army only had less than four thousand left in the end.
After careful calculation, this time Mao Jiang's rebellion cost Dali more than 300,000 soldiers.
As the curtain of the battle came to an end, one piece of news spread throughout Dali and even beyond Dali, under the shaking white feathers of flying pigeons and the galloping hooves of horses.
Mao Jiang pretends to rebel, Xiaoyao Island intends to provoke internal divisions in Dali, Sanmiao Royal Court wants to invade Dali, and the mysterious Yemu organization intends to reap profits.
Countless forces learned the news, and while being shocked, the news spread like a storm.
For a time, countless people were shocked, horrified and incredible.
Some people are frightened, frightened and panicked by this.
Nanmu City.
In the beautiful lakeside pavilion.
Lu Baifeng stared blankly at the rippling lake surface.
Ji Qian stood behind him, his expression solemn.
"Young City Lord, there are so many conspiracies hidden in Nanyang City?" Ji Qian said with a trembling heart.
The news coming from Nanyang City made him feel extremely shocked. While he was shocked, unspeakable emotions hit him like huge waves, making his heart tremble.
Lu Baifeng came back to his senses and took a deep breath.
"Li Huang! This is Li Huang's plan! We are really ridiculous!"
Although he didn't know the specific situation of this big game in Nanyang City, he felt suffocated just from Mao Jiang's fake rebellion.
A dynasty marquis and a frontier general pretending to rebel?
For this reason, he did not hesitate to smear the three southwest states and affected countless officials and soldiers. Such courage frightened Lu Baifeng, a man who thought he was unparalleled in planning.
At this moment, Lu Baifeng, who had always been proud, seemed to feel very insignificant.
The old Emperor Li stood in front of him like a majestic mountain, his deep eyes looking at him as if he could see through everything.
"That's hundreds of thousands of soldiers!" Ji Qian said with some palpitations.
Lu Baifeng shook his head slightly, "The planner doesn't care about the life or death of the chess pieces, he only cares about whether the death of the chess pieces is valuable."
"The greatest value of those hundreds of thousands of soldiers is to make everyone believe that Mao Jiang is a true rebel."
"After this battle, all external threats to the south of Dali have been eliminated, and all the forces around Dali will be extremely afraid of this aging emperor."
"As long as he can live for one more day, no one will dare to challenge his dragon beard."
"Huh~~"
Lu Baifeng took a long breath and then said: "And we can only wait for him to die."
Ji Qian remained silent.
Lu Baifeng was lost for a moment again and said: "Get ready, we will go to Kyoto in a few days."
"Are you still going?" Ji Qian asked in surprise.
Lu Baifeng nodded heavily, with firm eyes flashing in his eyes.
"I'm going to watch Emperor Li die!"
"The battle of Nanyang City is over, and Kyoto will be the place where the storms of Dali gather. How can the world be without me, Nanmu City?"
…
Inside the city of Danlian Mansion.
In an exquisite villa.
Lu Qingfeng and Ji Chen sat opposite each other.
Since the Qi Yuan Sect surrendered to Qin Wei, Lu Qingfeng has been staying in Danlian Mansion so that Qin Wei can dispatch him at any time.
After Ji Chen came to Danlian Fucheng from Shangyuan Sect, he originally planned to go back in two days, but unexpectedly, they received news from Nanyang City in just these few days.
In the study room, sandalwood scent lingers and tea mist drifts.
"I didn't expect that Mao Jiang was actually pretending to rebel. This~~"
Ji Chen shook his head, not knowing how to describe it for a moment.
Lu Qingfeng said with a downcast face: "This is the emperor!"
"We and other warriors are nothing more than pawns in the eyes of the emperor. This is why our Qiyuan Sect has always been unwilling to interfere in the affairs of the court."
"The battle for power is far more cruel and vicious than the battle between rivers and lakes."
At this time, Lu Qingfeng's mood was very complicated.
As a hermit warrior, he really didn't want to get involved in the battles in the court.
But the current situation in Dali forced the Qiyuan Sect to get involved.
What happened in Nanyang City was more like a sharp arrow, making him feel even more dangerous about the emperor, the court, and the power.
"It's a pity we didn't retreat!"
Lu Qingfeng said helplessly.
As a strong man in the three innate realms, he was filled with a sense of powerlessness when facing the general trend of the world.
Otherwise, he would not surrender to Qin Wei.
"Is it really possible, His Highness Prince Rui?"
Ji Chen couldn't help but ask.
"have no idea!"
Lu Qingfeng shook his head, "We only have the right to choose, not the power to change the overall situation of the world."
Compared to other Holy Lands, their Qi Yuan Sect and the destroyed Shangyuan Sect have undoubtedly the smallest influence on the outside world.