Chapter five hundred and seventy first: before the war
The first day of December.
The weather was sunny and cloudless.
Good to kill!
On this day, the entire atmosphere in Kyoto became completely solidified.
Everyone can clearly feel the ubiquitous sense of depression.
It was as if there was a huge mountain pressing down on the entire Kyoto sky.
Half a million people walked out of their homes, left Kyoto, and gathered outside Kyoto.
They knew very well that today's battle would be very dangerous if they stayed in Kyoto.
The area around the execution platform was already heavily guarded.
In addition to the three thousand demon-slaying guards, there are also tens of thousands of forest guards.
There are three layers inside and three layers outside, protecting each layer.
A famous minister of the court had already arrived and was standing around the execution platform.
Marquis of Yun, Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, Prime Minister...
Each and every one of them stood ready, with solemn expressions.
And at the front is Sangong.
The Duke of Wei, the Duke of Zhen, and the Duke of Protector.
The three of them were all wearing official uniforms and looked majestic. They stood in front of hundreds of officials, standing quietly like sculptures.
The wind blew and there was silence.
Da da da!
There was a clear sound of footsteps.
I saw four figures walking out of the palace.
The leader among them is none other than Zhenwu Saint.
On his left side is the queen holding Yu'er.
On his right are Emperor Wu and Eunuch Hong.
It's just that Emperor Wu was wearing a pair of handcuffs and shackles.
Wearing a shining dragon robe, it looks particularly dazzling.
On the contrary, Eunuch Hong did not have any chains on his body.
"Welcome to the saint!"
Saw Zhenwu Saint appear.
Immediately, all the officials, headed by Sangong, knelt down in unison.
The same is true for the three thousand demon-slaying guards and tens of thousands of imperial guards.
For a moment, the whole world seemed to kneel at the feet of Zhenwu Saint.
"Get up!"
The voice of the Zhenwu Saint is as powerful as the heavens, shocking the hearts of the people.
"Thank you saint!"
Everyone shouted in unison and then stood up slowly.
"Come on stage with me!"
The Zhenwu Saint spoke to the Queen.
Then he stepped out of the air and climbed onto the twenty-meter-high execution platform.
Without saying a word, Emperor Wu walked up the stairs slowly.
Eunuch Hong followed closely.
"Xiao Yuan, today, you will see with your own eyes how your son died."
The Zhenwu Saint smiled slightly, looking handsome and handsome.
However, his words made Emperor Wu's eyes filled with murderous intent.
It's a pity that he is currently restrained and unable to resist at all.
"Kneel down!"
The queen suddenly kicked Emperor Wu and knocked him to the ground.
The Queen is a warrior at the third level of the Imperial Martial Realm, so there will naturally be no difficulty in dealing with a Martial Emperor who has lost his strength.
"hehe!"
Emperor Wu sneered and glanced at the queen, unwilling to say more.
At this time, Emperor Wu was kneeling on the execution platform, with the guillotine above his head. Once he fell, his head would be removed.
However, Zhenwu Saint was not in a hurry to execute him.
Because his target has been Xiao Changfeng from the beginning.
So he stood beside Emperor Wu and waited quietly.
He believed that Xiao Changfeng would definitely come.
He will definitely die!
This time, he prepared a big gift for Xiao Changfeng.
Three thousand demon-slaying guards, ten thousand royal forest troops, and hundreds of officials are on hand.
In addition, there are also a group of powerful combat forces.wavv
I saw several figures standing in front of the Royal Guards.
The leaders among them were two old men who exuded a cold aura.
They are the two ancestors of the powerful realm, Zuo Leng and You Han.
Ancestor You Han has now fully recovered from his injuries, and his combat strength has returned to its peak.
And behind them, there were thirty figures.
Among them are eleven powerful men in the Imperial Martial Realm.
Nineteen powerful men in the Imperial Martial Realm.
These are the real combat power.
It is also the strongest lineup in the hands of Zhenwu Saint.
True martial saint.
Zuo Leng and You Han are two ancestors in the powerful realm.
Eleven powerful men in the Imperial Martial Realm.
Nineteen powerful men in the Imperial Martial Realm.
Three thousand demon-slaying guards.
Ten thousand imperial troops.
A hundred officials headed by the Three Dukes.
All this is enough to make most people tremble.
Even the Yuan Dynasty, which was also a great country in the Eastern Region, was trembling.
The sun shines down, reflecting everyone's figures on the ground.
this moment.
The eyes of the entire Eastern Region are focused here.
On the border, the Yuan Dynasty's million-strong army was ready to go.
The 200,000 coalition troops from the thirty-four countries are ready to move.
The 900,000 troops gathered in Kyushu were also mentally prepared to fight to the death.
In Lingzhou, in Chuzhou, in Jinzhou...
In the southwest, in the northeast, in Yuanjing...
In Wen State, in Wan State, in Guyu State...
At this moment, everyone's breathing seemed to stop.
All attention falls on Kyoto, on this moment.
Everyone is waiting.
Waiting for Xiao Changfeng's arrival.
…
Rumble!
Suddenly there was a violent shaking sound.
This shaking sound does not come from heaven.
But it comes from the ground.
Half a million people gathered outside Kyoto and were the first to feel the shock.
Immediately, everyone saw a flash of silver light running across the earth.
"It's the Iron Armored Army. Unexpectedly, Master Zhou's Iron Armored Army arrived first."
Someone recognized the true identity of this silver light at a glance.
"Ho ho ho!"
"Quack!"
"Boohoo!"
On the other side, there was also a huge team, quickly heading towards Kyoto.
This team is different from the armored army. They have different shapes. Some are flying in the sky, some are running on the ground, and some are swimming in the water.
It is Bai Di's demon court soldiers.
The leader is none other than Bai Xi.
This time, there are eight thousand soldiers in the Demon Court.
Each of them is a powerful monster, and they have been trained, and their elite level is by no means weaker than that of the Imperial Forest Army.
"The Iron Armored Army and the Demon Court Army have arrived."
The city gates of Kyoto were wide open, and the people also moved out of the way.
Soon the Iron Armored Army and the Demon Court Army slowly walked into Kyoto.
Swish, swish, swish!
At this time, there were dark shadows flickering from mid-air.
If there are only one or two, they won't attract attention.
But this time, there were thousands.
Every black shadow exudes a cold murderous aura, which is terrifying.
"This is Skynet's killer. I didn't expect so many to come!"
Thousands of Skynet killers are so powerful.
These are all real killers, and the weakest one is also a bronze medal killer in the Earth Martial Realm.
Almost all the powerful men from Skynet have arrived.
Three thousand armored troops.
Eight thousand demon court army.
Thousand Skynet Killer.
This kind of lineup is by no means weaker than the Demon-Slaying Guards and the Royal Forest Army.
Whoosh!
A pink figure flew through the air and flew into Kyoto.
Wherever you pass, the fragrance of flowers is strong.
"Mrs. Peach Blossom is here!"
Someone recognized this figure and exclaimed.
"Jie Jie!"
A figure exuding a bloody aura also came quickly.
It is none other than Demon Chu.
Chunyangzi, Lan Tianyu and Xiangfei also entered Kyoto soon.
The five great imperial martial realms are coming.
"Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty!"
At this time, a large area of purple clouds filled the air from the sky.
The purple energy coming from the east is indescribably valuable.
A man in purple robe slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.
"Ancestor Ziyun!"
Countless people took a breath of cold air and looked at Ancestor Ziyun with shock in their hearts.
At this moment, strong men from all sides appeared one by one.
This made the atmosphere in Kyoto even more solemn.