Chapter three hundred and eighty fifth weird corpse
Hululu~~
Streams of breath spurted out from between Ziyang Immortal's mouth and nose.
His eyes were red and bloodshot, his chest was rising and falling violently, and his aura seemed to burn the sky, making the ground tens of thousands of miles under his feet shake and roar.
The more than 700,000 soldiers in this area and the more than 8 million people in Junzhou City all felt the terrifying tsunami-like sense of oppression caused by the position of Immortal Ziyang.
It made this immortal seem to be transforming into a demon.
"Nan Sui! Lu Qi! Lu Qingping! How are you..."
Immortal Ziyang's eyes burst out with anger, and the veins on his temples kept beating.
Although the fist mark on his face had quickly disappeared, he still felt a burning pain on his face.
It was the shame of being punched into the soul.
He is an immortal, but he has endured such a shame and humiliation!
For tens of thousands of years above Jamfu, the Immortal has always been a transcendent existence standing at the top of the food chain of monks in the world. A single word from the Immortal can subvert a holy place and raise a new mountain gate!
In any era, there were never more than fifteen immortals at the most.
However, he is such a transcendent immortal.
Immortal Ziyang, one of them, was not only punched out by Lu Qi just a few months ago outside Junzhou City, knocking him out of the air for thirty years, but now, he was punched in the face by Lu Qingping and sent flying.
Thousands of miles away.
If the loss of Qi in the previous thirty years could have made Immortal Ziyang a laughing stock among all the immortals.
So this time, being blocked from the eyes of more than 700,000 people and punched thousands of miles away is a stain in life that cannot be washed away. He will be completely unable to hold his head up in front of all the immortals and become the "shame of the immortals"!
How to describe the mood of Ziyang Immortal at this moment is that even if Lu Qingping and Lu Qi and his son were eaten alive, it would not be able to dispel his rage.
but.
At this moment, he seemed to be frozen in place, even though the immortal energy around him was surging, hovering in all directions like a ribbon, which could make 700,000 soldiers suffocate and tremble.
But he didn't dare to take another step toward Lu Qingping and Lu Qi, the father and son who were only a few dozen feet away from him.
Just ahead is the "Thunder Pond" that makes the world's demons and gods tremble.
Don't dare to take the initiative to take a step beyond.
Immortal Youtan’s voice came in faintly, and he also sighed in a complex way:
"Friend Ziyang Immortal, please take the first step and settle the matter with him later. Now that his father and son have become more powerful, I am afraid that only a person as powerful as Qi Wangsun can dare to compare head-on with the fortune of the day."
Sixty percent of the luck of all living beings in the world is blessed.
How can one or two immortals be able to confront each other head on?
Only the Prince of Qi, who is number one in the world and has long since cultivated the body of the Three Immortals and is invincible in the world for a thousand years, has a chance to fight against him.
Just like the master who became a saint three thousand years ago, he can single-handedly set rules for the world.
That move affected not only 60% of all sentient beings in the world, but also the fate of Jambu.
But the Master still did it.
It is because the master's personal popularity has already exceeded the sum of all sentient beings in Jambu that he can single-handedly change the fate of all sentient beings in Jambudvipa and be able to bear the counterattack.
This is the origin of the saying "The Master suppresses all living beings in the world".
"Lu Qingping, please wait for me. If you have the ability, you and your son will always be tied to the dynasty's army..."
Immortal Ziyang finally said this sentence with no expression on his face, and then disappeared on the spot.
Immortal Youtan looked at Lu Qingping and said:
"Younger generation, don't laugh too early, the immortals in the world are not as simple as you think."
As soon as the words fell, the Buddha's light flashed on the spot, and the Taoist inheritance immortal of Guanyin Bodhisattva also disappeared on the earth.
They all left.
I have to leave, and if I stay here any longer, I might still be humiliated.
Now that we are outnumbered, we should retreat first.
But as they said, once Lu Qingping and Lu Qi left a certain range of these hundreds of thousands of troops, they would no longer be able to unite the national destiny of the Southern Sui Dynasty.
As the saying goes, "The most important affairs of the country lie in sacrifices and military affairs." Nothing can better reflect the foundation of a country than its sacrifices and wars. How a country's army bears one of the foundations of its national destiny.
Lu Qingping showed no expression at the departure of the two immortals.
"Just know the current affairs."
In fact, like the punch on Ziyang Immortal's face, he could only punch it once. This was because he used the magic of time to "turn day into night".
After all, he is an immortal, and his life level has already been elevated to a special realm. If he were not in Jambu, he would have lived forever. This has proved that as long as there is a clean supply of immortal energy, the immortal's vitality is almost infinite.
His punch did not cause any substantial damage to Immortal Ziyang.
But his goal has been achieved.
Use this punch to warn the immortals in the world.
Secondly…
Lu Qingping's eyes looked forward at this time, and two substantial rays of light fell on the more than 300,000 troops of the Northern Tang Dynasty in front.
According to ancient legends, the battlefield god and demon who fought against Prime Minister Zhuge once defeated an army of 200,000 people with his own strength, but in the end he was killed by a sea of human beings by 200,000 people.
Buzzing~~
Now, there are more than 300,000 people in front of Lu Qingping, but his momentum has not weakened at all, because he is much stronger than that battlefield god and demon, so that at this moment, the hearts of more than 300,000 people in Northern Tang are cast into shadow.
Feeling a severe sense of suffocation.
They all panicked.
The steps began to waver.
At this time, Lu Qingping's four words, as cold as the sound of heaven, swept past:
"Those who surrender will not be killed!"
Boom!
These four words seemed to have turned into a substantial sledgehammer, hammering hard into the hearts of the more than 300,000 troops, leaving none of them with a normal complexion and all of them turning pale.
"If you don't kill those who surrender, put down your weapons!"
At this time, from the top of Junzhou City, a Confucian general in white clothes and armor waved his hand forward and shouted loudly.
It was Sun Changqing.
Tap tap tap tap~~
All the more than 200,000 troops in Junzhou City rushed out and shouted in unison:
"If you don't kill those who surrender, put down your weapons!"...
"If you don't kill those who surrender, put down your weapons!"...
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"Run away!"
"Put down your arms and surrender!"
"Finally, the Tang Dynasty! I will not surrender until I die!"
In an instant, all the more than 300,000 troops in the Northern Tang Dynasty started making noises. Their positions were in chaos. A large area of soldiers fled. Half of them put down their weapons, and the other half roared and continued to kill towards Junzhou.
Needless to say, Lu Qi stepped forward with his gun and took the lead in the charge. He paid respect to this small group of Northern Tang warriors who stubbornly resisted, and also died!
Lu Qingping did not follow him, because he was looking thoughtfully at the pile of flesh and blood at his feet.