Before the war, King Liang had suspended the imperial tomb in the world and invited the old monsters from the royal family to come back and take charge.
But, perhaps because of the opening of the hell gate, they never returned.
Unexpectedly, although they did not return, they asked the tombkeeper for help.
"Nanjiang, I'll help you get it back." The tombkeeper Feng Qingyun said calmly, as if it was effortless for him.
Prince Liang was excited, but reminded: "Master, that Xia Qingchen is definitely not an easy person, please be careful..."
"In front of my gravekeeper, there is no one who is easy to kill. If there is, I will kill him." Chen Guang's understatement revealed boundless domineering and self-confidence.
But the tombkeeper has this ability.
For thousands of years, even the powerful Sun Realm warriors as powerful as the Emperor's Sword could be killed, let alone Xia Qingchen?
Distant Southern Xinjiang.
On the steps of the ancient altar, Xia Qingchen held the blood-stained Dayan sword and climbed up step by step.
Behind him are tens of thousands of troops!
On the altar, there were barbarians who were retreating steadily. At the front were the priests of Tianhuang and a group of extremely tall barbarians.
They were surrounded by a group of two people.
They are the tribe of Nu Tianyi, the descendants of the Barbarian God!
Xia Qingchen crossed the river, and the foreign troops raided the center, catching them off guard.
Although the barbarians were brave and tried their best to resist, they could not resist Xia Qingchen's cruelty.
Anyone who resists will be shot without mercy.
After the small half of the center was completely killed, the barbarians were afraid of being killed, and only a few core barbarians were left fighting and retreating, all the way to the sacred place in the center, the altar!
"Xia Qingchen, you have killed countless Lounan people and are covered with sins. Why don't you turn back?" The priest of Tianhuang was covered in blood and stared at Xia Qingchen who was climbing up the stairs with fear.
In the Central Battle, Xia Qingchen slaughtered countless barbarians!
Along the way south, he encountered at least tens of thousands of tribes, and the fate of those tribes can be imagined.
After this battle, Xia Qingchen slaughtered at least tens of millions of barbarians in southern Xinjiang!
It can be said to be murderous!!
Xia Qingchen shook off the blood drops on the Dayan sword, as coldly as the God of Brahma: "War is always accompanied by killing! What's more, you started the war!"
Those who initiate war should bear all costs!
"Then, are you going to kill the descendants of the Barbarian God as well?" Priest Tianhuang clenched his fists. He felt that he had asked a question that he shouldn't have asked.
Xia Qingchen has even reached the altar, will he still be soft-hearted?
"No." However, the answer surprised Priest Tianhuang: "For the sake of Nu Tianyi sparing the 40,000 city guards of Yuanyang Territory, I can let his clan members go."
Bai Zhantian sacrificed his own life in exchange for the lives of 40,000 city guards, but Nu Tianyi did not break his promise.
"But, if they want to live, you need to sacrifice your life!" Xia Qingchen pointed his sword at the Tianhuang Priest.
Priest Tianhuang smiled bitterly, he knew that it would not be so easy to let go of the Barbarian God lineage.
He also knew that Xia Qingchen was doing the same thing as Nu Tianyi.
"Okay!" Priest Tianhuang said decisively.
He was going to die anyway, so why not die alone in exchange for the survival of the descendants of the Barbarian God?
"Xia Qingchen, Nu Tianyi will not stop the pace of the Lord of the Three Realms!" The priest of Tianhuang smiled up to the sky, then slapped his own heavenly spirit with his palm, and committed suicide.
In this way, Xia Qingchen slowly took back the Dayan Sword and said lightly: "Lord of the Three Realms, what a humble ideal."
He stepped forward and came to the center of the altar.
Looking down at my feet, I saw the flame of a colorful lotus burning quietly in the altar.
He took out the Star Shell and looked at the two grains of divine soil left inside.
"What are you going to do?" an old descendant of the rickety barbarian god yelled.
Xia Qingchen was extremely indifferent: "The holy fire in Lounan Realm should be extinguished."
"you dare!"
"I'll fight you!"
The sacred fire in Lounan is the spiritual belief of the barbarians.
When it exists, Lou Nan exists, and when it disappears, Lou Nan disappears.
If Xia Qingchen destroys the Holy Fire of Lounan, it means that Lounan will be destroyed. Liangzhou City will be captured, and Liangjing will also be destroyed.
Chi
Several arrows flashed past, turning the two descendants of the Barbarian God who rushed up into hedgehogs.
The army behind them is approaching step by step, full of killing intent: "Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"
The remaining descendants of the Barbarian God clenched their fists in anger, but were too frightened to dare to act rashly again.
Because the army led by Xia Qingchen knew only this sentence.
Every time the words were spoken, heads would roll and blood would flow into the sea.
The barbarians had already developed an instinctive fear at these words. When they heard these words, they trembled involuntarily.
Xia Qingchen silently dumped the Sky Star Shell. With the efforts of the descendants of the Barbarian God and the surrounding barbarians, a grain of divine soil fell and pressed on the colorful lotus!
Poof
The divine soil is watered by countless divine blood and is heavy and irresistible.
After all, the holy fire in Lounan is just a little fire left by the Barbarian God himself. After thousands of years, the divinity has long been erased.
Ordinary things cannot be destroyed, with the exception of divine soil.
A grain of divine soil pressed down and immediately crushed the huge colorful lotus flower to pieces. The fire dimmed, leaving only a spark of colorful lotus flower the size of a fingernail alive.
This should be the fire seed left by the Barbarian God back then, which is the essence of the holy fire.
Xia Qingchen dumped the Sky Star Shell again, vowing to extinguish the last trace of the Holy Fire.
But at this moment, there was a squirming movement in his arms. Xia Qingchen stopped thoughtfully, took out the alchemy furnace and released the small fire inside.
The latter screamed, got into the altar, hugged the fire in surprise, opened its small mouth exaggeratedly, swallowed it up, and then ran back quickly.
"No! Our Holy Fire!!" Looking at the last trace of the Holy Fire's afterglow, disappearing from sight, the descendants of the Barbarian God let out a desperate cry.
With the disappearance of the holy fire, the dim firelight that once illuminated the entire center quickly dissipated, plunging the center into darkness.
They had been baptized by war, and when the holy fire of faith was extinguished, they all knelt down in sorrow and kowtowed toward the altar.
Faith is gone, where will Lou Nan go?
At this time, on the altar, Xia Qingchen came over with a stove in hand, stood on the edge of the altar, and overlooked the entire central area.
In the stove, the colorful light emitted by the small fire projected Xia Qingchen's back in all directions, covering the boundless earth.
He was dignified and indifferent and said: "Lou Nan, starting today, I will be removed from the list!"
The holy fire has been extinguished, and there is no more Lounan in the world!
"From now on, all the people in the territory will be under the jurisdiction of this king. I will teach you the etiquette and educate all the people. If there is any resistance, I will kill you without mercy!" Xia Qingchen announced.
The awe-inspiring sound rolls in all directions, deafening and enlightening!
The response was the cry of all the people.
Lou Nan destroyed the country, they are already a subjugated people!
After today, you will live under Xia Qingchen's rule!
Rumble
River bank.
A huge group of monster beasts rushed to the river bank.
The leader was Nu Tianyi, who was standing in front of the throne. He looked at the dark center, at the altar that had no fire, and retreated absentmindedly: "The holy fire... is out?"