Xiu Yunqi took a deep breath and strode towards the battlefield. He ignored the captain's call. He felt that he needed to do something. He might regret it in the future, but if he didn't do it now, his thoughts would not be clear.
The peak ancestor of the ancient Huaxu Kingdom killed Sun Shaoxing and opened a small gap in Hongwu's defense line. He was about to send his army in when he suddenly sensed something. He turned around and saw Xiu Yunqi walking towards him.
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This battle is almost a replica of the previous battle. Sun Shaoxing is not the opponent of the peak ancestor, but in the past hundred years, Xiu Yunqi has left Sun Shaoxing far behind.
He is a human monster, and his talent far exceeds that of humans. As the same peak ancestor, he is far superior to his opponents.
He had a stern face, deadly moves, and various magical powers. His opponents were at a disadvantage at every turn, and the Hongwu cultivators behind him cheered loudly with tears in their eyes.
Sun Shaoxing died in the battle to rescue them, and now his ancestors were about to come forward to avenge the martyrs. Their hearts were agitated and their emotions could not be controlled.
Boom!
Half an hour later, Xiu Yunqi won. He rose into the sky, his breath flowing smoothly throughout his body. The "incomprehension" that had been held in his chest finally disappeared.
Under his feet, the enemy's corpse was falling rapidly, creating a deep pit on the ground.
Xiu Yunqi heard the cheers of Xiu Jun behind him, and turned around to look, feeling a little confused in his heart: Why is the Hongwu Celestial Dynasty chasing me, the demon race in this world? The imperial court is the enemy, but at this moment, he has a sense of identification with Hongwu.
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What did that guy Song Zheng do? He sent himself to the battlefield and made himself like this.
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In Beitai City, the cold wind whistled through the city walls. Midsummer has passed, and autumn is cold in the north.
Xiao Zhen stood on the north gate, looking towards the battlefield in the north. He could faintly see the reflection of light from above the clouds. He was holding on to the wall stacks, looking vaguely lonely.
Song Zheng came up from below and told him: "Everything has been taken care of."
Xiao Zhen didn't ask much about Liu Zhen's fate and remained silent for a moment.
What repeatedly appeared in Song Zheng's mind was that Liu Zhen was attacking Fan Zhenguo like a moth to the flame again and again, using his various magical powers in turn, only to fall in the end.
It wasn't until he stood here and saw Xiao Zhen's lonely and painful back that he suddenly understood that even in the face of Liu Zhen's treason, Xiao Zhen was still unwilling to kill him emotionally.
But he can be kind to his old brother, and no one will say anything; he can protect his old brother when he makes a mistake, and no one will say anything. But his position requires him to be fair!
Such a serious crime would inevitably result in death. He could only kill Liu Zhen.
If Liu Zhen's plan was successful, he would ensure Xiao Zhen's lifelong wealth. However, when the incident was revealed, he was too embarrassed to see his elder brother again. He wanted to die.
One wanted to kill and the other wanted to die.
Song Zheng let out a long sigh in his heart.
On the city wall, Xiao Zhen slowly spoke: "Back then, I taught them how to read and asked them to give themselves a name. Mahou Liu asked me what my name was, and they used to just call me Boss Xiao.
I told him that my last name is the word Zhen, which means "wei zhen" or "shock". Then he asked me if he could also use this name. He admired me very much and learned everything from me. I smiled and told him that my name is
Each person’s code name should be unique so that others will know it’s you as soon as they hear it.
But he told me that he just wanted to use this name. He knew that I was going to do big things and would have many enemies in the future. He wanted to frighten me from far away and frighten all my opponents."
At that time, everyone was young and sincere, and everything they said was passionate and sincere.
Xiao Zhen looked north and recalled the past: "He did it. He commanded Tiying and is one of the most powerful forces in Longyi Guard. He has enough strength to intimidate my opponents."
He didn't say anything further, and he didn't understand why it would end up like this. Even he didn't expect that the real spy was hiding next to him, hiding in Longyi Guard.
Song Zheng was fortunate that the Yanque case was far away in the south of the Yangtze River and Liu Zhen was beyond his reach, otherwise he might not be able to make a final comeback.
He comforted Xiao Zhen: "People change."
"I often regret it. If I hadn't taught them how to read, and if Liu Zhen hadn't read so many books, maybe he wouldn't have had so many ideas of his own, and he wouldn't have gotten to where he is today."
"He is the smartest among all the old brothers. Bai Laoqi said before that he has taken the wrong path. If he is a scholar, he will definitely achieve great success in literature, and he will be like a prime minister."
Xiao Zhen shook his head, took a long breath, then turned around and asked him: "What about you, you are also a human being, will you change?"
Song Zheng thought seriously for a moment, and the look on Shi Tou'er's face before he died flashed through his mind. He thought of Sister Zhao's stone ring, Shenjin Mountain, and the various things in Huangtai Fort, like pitons, deep inside.
It has been dug deep into the depths of my heart and will not be shaken.
He replied: "I will also change. In fact, I am different now from when I just walked out of Huangtai Castle. But my persistence and goals will never change!"
Xiao Zhen patted the wall but said nothing.
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In a small county town in Yunzhou, the door of a decades-old house opened. The owner of the house was hunched over and carrying a robe on his back, dressed as if he was going out to visit relatives.
He left the county seat and walked westward without arousing anyone's suspicion.
When he arrived at a sparsely populated place outside the city, he carefully observed his surroundings, and then swooped into the wild forest on the roadside. Then all the disguises were quickly removed, and he turned into a literary cultivator in his forties.
Fan Hua paused with his feet, flew half a foot into the air, and flew close to the ground in the wild forest. He was incredibly fast, and he was already more than ten miles away in just one cup of tea.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Gray fog was dead, and so was the Underworld King. He did not expect that the seemingly "friendly" Long Yiwei could be so terrifying.
Fortunately, he is not a trivial person. In recent years, with the power of being obsessed with the true religion, he has made many arrangements all over the world.
He knew that Long Yiwei was investigating him, but they were destined to find nothing. As a county magistrate, all the information he registered with the Hongwu Celestial Dynasty was false and was just an arrangement made in advance.
He even deliberately added some misleading information. If you follow those clues, you will definitely deviate thousands of miles.
In addition, he has several arrangements similar to the old house in the small county town, which are also used to cover up the truth and distract attention. He has been very cautious these days and has not found anything unusual. Although he is still cautious,
But I was pretty sure I had successfully escaped.
He felt slightly happy during the flight. As long as he got through this time and had that person to help him and the power of the Mizhen Cult, he might be able to become a county magistrate somewhere else.
There was something hidden in his mustard finger. This was what the Lord really wanted. He knew that Gray Mist and the Underworld King were not actually valued by that Lord.
The hillside was getting closer and closer, and as he walked away at high speed, his eyes suddenly became confused, like gray mist.
His heart skipped a beat, and his back was soaked with cold sweat for a moment.
The voice echoed in my ears, grand and lofty: "Did you bring the things?"
"Yes." He knelt down respectfully, without daring to raise his head. His heart was pounding wildly, and he presented the thing with both hands. In his hand, there was a special dark red bone horn, which seemed to have been forcibly broken.
, there is a special kind of energy shining on it, which is constantly changing.
With a flick of his hand, the thing disappeared.
On the way back, Song Zheng was closing his eyes and concentrating in the car when he suddenly opened his eyes.
Long Yiwei investigated Fan Hua, and Song Zheng didn't expect to gain anything. It was just a routine matter. He deliberately drank a few more drinks with Fan Hua that night. Fan Hua looked "flattered", and Song Zheng didn't do much either.
Sincerely, taking advantage of the opportunity of physical contact between the two parties when clinking glasses, the mark of Yin Shen fell on Fan Hua.
His Yin Shen cultivation was several levels better than Fan Hua's. Fan Hua had no idea what he was doing.
What Song Zheng was most worried about was not a pretentious opponent like Gray Mist, but a seemingly inconspicuous snake like Fan Hua hiding in the dark. So while heading north, he secretly checked Fan Hua's location.
But after all, he is only in the Mingtong realm, and his abilities are limited and cannot be compared with Zhenguo. The Yin Shen mark can only roughly sense Fan Hua's position.
If he reaches the level of a powerful person who controls the country, after receiving the mark of Yin Shen, he can clearly understand everything Fan Hua has experienced with just a thought.
Just now, he suddenly felt that his Yin Shen mark had fallen into a special space, which was isolated from the world, making it difficult for him to grasp it.
"What place did Fan Hua enter? Cave heaven? Or an independent void separated by powerful beings?"
But just for a moment, Fan Hua withdrew again. Song Zheng frowned secretly, feeling that something was wrong. However, he repeatedly sensed that the mark of the Yin God had not changed. He suspected but did not find it.
Fan Hua presented the thing, and the grand and profound voice said again: "Go to the capital, and you will know how to do it."
"Yes." Fan Hua knelt down and stepped back. In two or three steps, he was out of the seemingly endless gray fog. He carefully raised his head and looked forward. The gray fog was receding rapidly, shrinking and converging like a living thing.
Things are ordinary.
He didn't dare to peek any further, so he turned around and left quickly.
Still flying close to the ground, after a hundred miles, he suddenly fell into a lotus flame.
"Did you get the stuff delivered? Have you ever been suspicious?"
Fan Hua quickly knelt down and said: "I delivered it, and the person didn't raise any suspicion. He collected the things and left. He told the villain to go to the capital. When he gets there, he will understand what should be done."
Song Zheng's eyes suddenly opened. Even through the Yin Shen mark, he could feel the terrifying power around Fan Hua that was as wide as the sky and as deep as the sea!
That is a power that is hidden under the rules of heaven and does not belong to this world.
The master of power has reached a shocking level of understanding of Tian Tiao, and can easily distort Tian Tiao and use it to conceal his own existence.