King Qinglong nodded, then sighed and said: "Jilin, grandpa naturally understands your good intentions, but the power you have established in just a few years may still appear too weak in front of the rebels.
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"It's not easy for you to single-handedly build Yulong Pavilion and greatly improve the strength of Qinglong Palace. Now that the situation is pressing, it's not easy for you to establish that power. It's better not to let it be destroyed.
It’ll be over soon.”
Qinglong King and the four ancestors of Qinglong Palace all know that a powerful force needs at least decades of continuous development to truly grow, so they do not think that the force cultivated by Han Jiulin can have an impact on the current situation.
How much has changed.
Ancestor Changmei nodded, and then said: "In fact, although the strength of Qinglong Palace is not as good as it was at its peak, it is still quite good. If the imperial capital is really broken, I want to bring all the clansmen and important people together."
Resource transfer is not impossible."
With the current strength of Qinglong Palace, it is indeed quite powerful. Even if the imperial capital is breached later, the rebels who want to take advantage of Qinglong Palace will definitely pay a heavy price.
Qinglong King said: "If that time really comes... Hongji has been developing the forces belonging to our Qinglong Palace in the border areas for these years, and the foundation must be quite solid. After we withdraw from the imperial capital, we will go to the border areas to join Hongji.
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"It's just that... unless we have to, for the sake of the thousand-year foundation of the Qinglong Palace and the glory left by our ancestors, we should work together with the princes in the imperial capital to fight against the enemy and jointly repel the rebel alliance assembled by the Demon Sect!"
Although King Qinglong's hatred for Emperor Canglan is not as great as that of Han Jiulin, for the sake of the glory of the ancestors of the Qinglong Palace, he is still unwilling to see the Qinglong Palace that has stood for thousands of years be ruined in his own hands.
Although Han Jiulin has a complicated attitude towards the Canglan Empire, he is now determined to fight against the rebel attack for the sake of the Qinglong Palace and the Giant Spirit Palace.
In the next three days, more and more rebel alliances gathered outside the Imperial City. Countless weapons clashes and the sound of fighting and roaring could be heard from outside the Imperial City all the time.
Many nobles who had been immersed in dreams of life and death in the past were horrified and all their doors were closed.
The palaces of princes and princes in the imperial capital who had the power to fight were all on alert, preparing to fight to the death with the rebel alliance assembled by the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect.
In the past three days, Han Jiulin also tried to continue to attack the sixth-level king realm, but the energy reserve in his body was still one step short of success and he failed to reach the new realm.
The war taking place outside the imperial capital today is extremely cruel. Millions of troops are attacking each other endlessly, and thousands of cultivators are dying almost every moment.
Three days later, rivers of blood flowed outside the imperial capital, and corpses piled up in mountains. The original hundred-meter-high city wall of the imperial capital had been torn apart by the fierce offensive of the rebel alliance assembled by the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect.
If it weren't for the "Canglan Sky Dome Formation" and the defensive formations at various gates to protect the imperial capital, I'm afraid the imperial capital would have fallen by now.
Although the Canglan Empire suffered heavy losses, the rebel alliances that gathered from all over the country also suffered heavy casualties. Every time a spirit stone shell fell, thousands of people would die mercilessly.
Only a fifth-level civilization like the Canglan Empire with a population of tens of billions could break out such a large-scale war and reap the lives of countless people.
However, for almost everyone, a war means a huge disaster, but for Han Jiulin, this is not the case.
As the fifth generation descendant of the World-Destroying Holy Sect, he actually felt that the more severe the casualties outside the imperial capital, the faster he would practice the Way of World-Destroying.
However, within just a few days, a ninth world-destroying demonic energy was born in Han Jiulin's body, and even the tenth world-destroying demonic energy began to gradually condense.
At this moment, Han Jiulin was standing on the highest city wall in the imperial capital, and then he flashed his dharma body long sword behind his back.
There are countless world-destroying inscriptions engraved on this huge long sword, and there are three world-destroying scrolls contained in it. It is constantly absorbing the death energy on the battlefield and transforming it into world-destroying demonic energy.
Each of these three world-destroying scrolls contains a secret of world-destruction. Each scroll represents a world that has now turned into nothingness.
Suddenly, a black-red light suddenly flashed in Han Jiulin's eyes, and then a majestic force surged out from his body.
The eleventh wave of world-destroying demonic energy is finally condensed and completed!
Han Jiulin felt that the power of the World-Destroying Demonic Sword in his body had grown again. Now if he used the World-Destroying Demonic Sword move, the power he could exert would definitely be even more powerful.
After the eleventh wave of world-destroying demonic energy was successfully condensed, Han Jiulin took his Dharma body back into his body, and then the demonic energy on his body dissipated in an instant.
"Brother Han, you just inexplicably condensed the Dharma Body. What do you want to do?"
Huangfu Hong, dressed in battle armor and covered in blood, slowly came towards Han Jiulin.
Seeing his appearance, Han Jiulin knew that he must have left the imperial capital and fought with the rebels.
Naturally, Han Jiulin would not tell anyone about the world-destroying demonic energy. Instead, he changed the subject and looked at Huangfu Hong: "You came just in time. I do have something I want to hand over to you."
As he spoke, Han Jiulin took out a jade tablet from the Qiankun Gourd and handed it to Huangfu Hong.
"Husband... Master's order?
Brother Han, you...what do you mean?"
When Huangfu Hong saw Fu Ziling, he couldn't help but trembled. He almost dropped Fu Ziling to the ground, and then quickly stretched out his two hands to catch Fu Ziling.
Han Jiulin said: "This is something that the master asked me to keep for safekeeping before leaving the Canglan Empire. I asked me to give it to a descendant of the royal family who has both ability and political integrity, so..."
Before Han Jiulin finished speaking, Huangfu Hong laughed loudly and then said loudly:
"It turns out that my ancestor asked you to hand it over to me. Now I can rest assured! There is indeed no one in the royal family who can be described as having both ability and political integrity than I, Huangfu Hong!"
Han Jiulin nodded with a wry smile and said helplessly: "Yes, yes..."
Although Huangfu Hong seemed cynical, he actually had a clear mind. He laughed at Han Jiulin and then returned to his original expression. Then he looked at Han Jiulin and asked:
"Brother Han, the world has fallen into unprecedented turmoil, and the imperial capital is under pressure from the rebels organized by the bloodthirsty demon sect. If the imperial capital is breached, the Canglan Empire will almost be destroyed."
"At that time, the world will definitely fall into a situation where the heroes are divided. And if that happens, whoever holds the Confucius Order in his hand will be equivalent to representing the orthodoxy of the world. At that time, just by climbing up and shouting, many princes will definitely come to defect."
"With this strategizing, it is not impossible to build a new empire again and become the new Ninth Five Supreme Being. Faced with such a situation, why don't you keep the Confucius Order and give it to me instead?
Huangfu Hong?"
Han Jiulin turned his head and glanced at the corpses scattered outside the imperial capital city, chuckled, and then replied:
"Just because after all the dust settles, I will leave the Canglan Empire and I will not return for a few months. From then on, I will embark on a new path of cultivation."
Huangfu Hong couldn't help but smile after hearing this, then patted Han Jiulin on the shoulder and said:
"Brother Han, you and I are really lucky. Not long ago, I had planned to leave the Canglan Empire and go to other higher-level civilized territories to practice cultivation after this war is over."