Marquis Chongwu slowly raised his head and looked at Han Muye.
The strong evil energy on his body seemed to turn into a long dragon, running through the rivers of heaven and earth.
In the rear, the endless energy and blood in the camp, the blood and energy flowing on the bodies of the generals who were kneeling on one knee, seemed to be overwhelming.
Before such a situation, the souls of ordinary heavenly practitioners would collapse instantly.
Tianxuan's army is conquering all directions, and the army's energy and blood are so tyrannical and frightening.
A hundred thousand troops have gathered, and the energy and blood of the military formation can break through the protective Qi of the Heavenly Realm Daxiu, directly suppressing the Daxiu.
At this time, although there were not a hundred thousand troops in formation, the killing atmosphere of the camp was not weaker than that of the military formation.
Han Muye, who was standing in front, was the first to bear the brunt.
"Buzz——"
Lines of golden aura turned into pillars of light, blocking Han Muye.
In his divine treasure, the sword of divine soul solidified, like a sea-fixing needle, stabilizing the divine treasure.
The sword light in the sea of qi and dantian only rippled slightly and was not affected at all.
Sword cultivator, before thousands of powerful enemies, remains as immovable as a mountain.
In front of thousands of armies, his face does not change.
Wu Hou's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice: "Wen Xiang has no objection to this matter."
No objection?
In other words, you don’t agree with it either?
Han Muye looked at Marquis Chongwu.
Is this the number one soldier in the Tianxuan World and the most powerful martial arts expert going to be separated from Wen Xiang?
Seemingly understanding Han Mu's ambition, Marquis Wu spoke again: "I have been in charge of the Red Flame Army for more than ten thousand years and have fought countless battles outside the territory."
"I want to give these loyal souls and bones a home."
"You should know that once we have obsessions in our hearts, we will never be able to escape and become cause and effect."
Obsession, cause and effect.
Han Muye nodded solemnly.
No wonder Wen Xiang didn't object to things like this that shook the foundation of Tianxuan Confucianism and Taoism.
Countless generals followed Wuhou in battle, and the fate of their remaining souls became Wuhou's obsession.
If this matter cannot be properly resolved, I am afraid that Wuhou’s spiritual path will be hindered in the future.
Is it to take care of one's own path, or to remove obstacles for Wu Hou's practice?
Wen Xiang could only respond in silence.
Han Muye was also slightly silent at this time.
Whether at the mouth of the Guanjiang River or by the Xianyue Lake, he could confer gods with just one word, but the gods he consecrated were not powerful or numerous.
With the help of the power of heaven and earth, integrating your own way, and spending some awe-inspiring energy, you can successfully become a god.
But at one time, Marquis Wu wanted to seal hundreds of thousands or even millions of remnant souls, and it was unimaginable to consume souls.
Moreover, such a big move will definitely leverage the power of the Dao in Tianxuan World. I don’t know what changes will happen by then.
According to Han Muye's derivation, the most likely possibility is that the power of heaven from the Tianxuan World came to him, just like before, leading him to embark on the path of competing with Wen Mo Sheng.
Thinking of this, his heart trembled.
Is this the result of the Great Dao, or is it fate?
According to what Sword Master Yuan Tian said back then, there will be a natural pull and collision between strong men.
Could it be that he stayed in Tianxuan Imperial City for a long time, which naturally led to the cause and effect of becoming a god today?
A glimmer of agility flashed in Han Muye's eyes.
Some things cannot be avoided if you want to.
What's more, he is a swordsman, so when he encounters an enemy, he just draws out his sword.
Stepping forward, he stretched out his hand and grasped the half-part of a spear held by a soldier.
The sword energy was poured into it, and a faint golden light flashed.
Pictures appeared in Han Muye's mind.
The boy of seventeen or eighteen years old from the lower part of the imperial city came from an ordinary family and was drafted into the army.
Training in the big camp, stationed there for three years, and when needed in the outer world, he will not hesitate to step on the airship to transport the army.
ten years.
Twenty years.
a hundred years.
Endless fighting, emptiness in the void.
I don’t know how many times the robe around me has changed.
The accumulated military exploits were all converted into resources and sent to his home in Tianxuan Imperial City.
My younger brother was studying and was attending the Imperial City Academy.
My sister is married and my brother-in-law is engaged in small business.
The girl across the street who said she would wait for her also became her grandma.
In the army fighting in the void, looking back at Tianxuan, it is as bright as the brightest star in my heart.
A hundred years later, the stars are still shining brilliantly.
Alien beasts attacked, and three thousand soldiers of the Red Flame Army fell.
The owner of the spear persisted until the end, and finally ran out of energy and blood.
"Cao Dahe, the commander of the Twelve Guards of the Red Flame Army's Beacon War Camp, was born in the 3156th year of Tianxuan Dazhao and died in the 58th year of Tianxuan Muling, at the age of 174.
"
"Cao Dahe has accumulated 359 military exploits and 162 serious injuries."
Han Muye whispered as he thought of the gray-haired soldier holding a thin letter of paper in his hand and always looking at it before going into battle.
"Brother Dahe, when will you come back and marry me?"
On the letter, there was this sentence.
Putting down his spear, Han Muye reached out and grasped the half piece of armor held by another soldier.
It was cold, and the traces on the broken armor were bloody.
Infused with spiritual energy and awe-inspiring energy, the picture reappears.
A child of an aristocratic family in the upper city of the Imperial City, he has practiced cultivation for twenty years, built a three-level foundation, and followed his elders to conquer the outside world.
After five hundred years of fighting, they have become a half-step heaven, guarding one side.
Fighting with the army of the Wushu Realm, the world collapsed, and in the end only half of the armor was recovered.
"Lu Yutao, general of the Red Flame Army's Luyuan Guard Zhenyuan, was born in the 89th year of Tianxuan Zhaowu and died in the 48th year of Tianxuan Minghui. He accumulated 3,500 military exploits and was ranked as a third-class general."
"General Zhenyuan Lu Yutao guarded Lu Yangzhou in Fenling World for three hundred years, and experienced eight thousand major and minor wars."
In the picture, the middle-aged general wearing blood-colored armor and holding a long sword rose into the sky without hesitation in the face of the catastrophe of overturning the world.
There are no grand words, it’s just duty to defend one’s homeland, drawing a sword to fight against the sky.
Putting down his armor, Han Muye's eyes fell on a folding fan with only a few bone handles left.
Several incomplete handwritings can be seen on the remaining fans.
Smart and vigorous.
Reach out and gently hold the folding fan.
The folding fan is wrapped in awe-inspiring aura, and a picture emerges.
"As students of the Imperial City Academy, you must not only be a knowledgeable person, but also be a person who is useful to Tianxuan and the living beings in the world."
"This time the Red Flame Army needs 300 students to join the army to serve as staff officers. All students from our Imperial City Academy can sign up voluntarily."
The middle-aged scribe who shouted loudly on the high platform was obviously Yan Zhenqing, the deputy director who no longer cares much about the affairs of Imperial City Academy.
Yan Zhenqing, who was wearing a green robe, looked impassioned. In the audience, students from the Imperial City Academy came forward one after another and wrote their names on the white cloth.
"Yan Mingze."
The writing style is elegant and free.
Looking up, Yan Zhenqing's eyes were filled with relief.
Scholars join the army, from logistics registration to transporting supplies.
From planning battles to commanding an army.
From a high-spirited and frail scholar, to wearing iron armor and having calluses on the hilt of the sword in his hand.
"Red Flame Army Tianfeng Guard Su Wei General Yan Mingze, the great Confucian Yan Zhenqing's youngest son, was drafted into the army in the 19th year of Zhaowu. After three thousand years of service, he became Su Wei General and guarded the three worlds."
"In the 184th year of the Ming Dynasty, the fairy world invaded, and the eighteen Suwei worlds fell. Suwei General Yan Mingze went out to fight alone, followed his words, and killed five heavenly souls who had left the body, and finally fell.
"
In the picture, the old man in brocade robe slowly unfolded the folding fan in his hand.
This action was just like his happy look when Yan Zhenqing gave him the folding fan.
This action was just like the way he unfolded his folding fan before every war for more than three years.
"My favorite child is a scoundrel, lying at the head of a stream peeling off lotus pods."
"My lotus pond has sharp corners, and no dragonflies can be seen landing on them."
Putting away the folding fan and holding a long sword, the old man in brocade robes stepped out with a strong wind, soaring straight into the sky.
"Tian Xuanyan and Mingze are here, why should Fang Xiaoxiao come to die?"
…
Putting down the folding fan, Han Muye looked forward.
Every soldier holds a relic in his hand.
Every relic here tells a story.
No, how can this be called a story?
These are the heroic spirits of our predecessors and their living lives.
For this Tianxuan and for their own beliefs, they did not care about life or death.
It's not just them.
Behind them, there were people waiting for their return.
"Marquis Wu, is it worth it?"
Han Muye stood in front of the military formation and asked softly without looking back.
does it worth?
For countless years, countless lives have been lost outside the border. Is it worth it?
After hearing Han Muye's words, Wuhou Chen Qingzhi turned around slowly.
In front of Han Muye, the soldiers stood straight.
"Beyond the Tianxuan World, there were once more than 38,000 star worlds within a radius of 120,000 miles."
"In these star worlds, there are a total of 853 stars with living beings, and there are trillions of living beings on them."
"Do you know how many of the eight hundred and fifty three stars have remained over the past one hundred thousand years?"
"Twenty-one."
Marquis Wu's voice was low, full of killing intent and determination.
"Void beasts, the fairy world, the world of no resentment, which world is not conquering the star world all the time?"
"If we, Tianxuan World, had not been guarding the four sides for so many years, setting up a battle line of stars in the void, and placing the battlefield outside the sky, the war would have burned to the mainland of Tianxuan World."
"My cultivation has already exceeded the limit of this realm. Senior Brother Wen's achievements were reversed 20,000 years ago, reaching a point where there is no way forward."
"If we don't leave Tianxuan World, we just can't bear the death of countless creatures in this world and the collapse of this bright world."
"For the past 20,000 years, my real body has been suppressed and unable to break through. Senior Brother Wen has even divided his own avenues into countless ways to align with the Tianxuan world."
"Do you think it's worth it?"
Marquis Wu cast his eyes forward, looking at the soldiers one after another, and then raised his eyes to look at the continuous pavilions and houses in the distance.
"You have also stood in the void and looked at this mysterious world. You have also witnessed the destruction of a world. You have also seen this imperial city shining like a fairy city."
"Are you willing to?"
worth.
willing to give up.
The imperial city is as bright as heaven and earth, and the sky is green and green. It is not a fairyland, but a destination in the world of mortals.
Han Muye admitted that this world is so beautiful that people miss it.
In the scenes I just saw, almost every fallen Red Flame Army general would look back at them in their spare time.
Look at the brightest star in the sky.
To protect this star, to protect the life on this star, it is worth dying.
I have no regrets in this life and will be the same in the next life.
Taking a deep breath, Han Muye raised his head, a golden light shining in his eyes.
His mind quickly deduced and all the pictures came together.
On the top of his head, there is a golden aura of awe-inspiring intertwined with the human gaze, transforming into various images.
Marquis Wu and all the soldiers looked at Han Muye with their eyes fixed on him without making a sound.
"boom--"
Cloud thunder exploded above Han Muye's head, shattering the aura on his body.
As the cloud thunder fell, Han Muye's eyes shone brightly and he spoke loudly: "Based on the relics of three million remnant souls, we will build the God Conferment Platform in the void to attract the remnant souls who have sacrificed for Tianxuan for countless thousands of years to return.
feasible?"
Conferred God Platform!
In the void, a platform for conferring gods was cast.
A look of excitement flashed across Marquis Wu's face, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Okay!"
"Thousands of soldiers will lead the energy and blood, and the souls of the great monks above the Hedao will be compiled into the list of gods. From now on, you will be aligned with the divine way, be sacrificed by thousands of people in life, and be on the list of gods in death. What do you wish?" Han Muye spoke again.
A great monk above Hedao.
From now on, I am entangled with this world and cannot escape from it.
Just like the sound of writing and ink.
However, can Wen Mo Sheng become a saint based on Tianxuan, and can the list of gods be entrusted with the spirit of a saint?
At this moment, everyone looked towards Wu Hou.
Above Hedao, the only one who can shoulder this important task is Wuhou.
After pondering for a moment, Wu Hou nodded and said: "I wish."
As his voice fell, a shout came from the soldiers in front of the camp: "Wish--"
Han Muye took a deep breath and said softly: "Using the will of living beings as the pen and ink, the great Confucian wrote it, and named it as a god."
After a pause, he looked at Wu Hou: "I can't guarantee that my soul will not be scattered by the great road of heaven and earth when I become a god. If -"
Before he finished speaking, a voice sounded: "I'll do it."
Blue robe, white beard.
The deputy director of Imperial City Academy speaks lightly.
Wu Hou looked at Yan Zhenqing who was slowly walking forward, sighed softly, cupped his hands and said: "Brother Yan, I failed to take good care of -"
Before he could finish his words, Yan Zhenqing straightened his clothes and bowed to Marquis Wu: "Marquis Wu has fought bloody battles for tens of thousands of years to protect Tianxuan. Please accept Yan Zhenqing's bow."
He bowed with long sleeves and bowed to the ground.
When he straightened up, his eyes fell on the broken fan held by the soldier.
"Mingze protects one side, which is considered to be what he wants."
As he said this, there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.
"As a father, I don't have any other abilities. I practice Confucianism and Taoism and am not good at fighting. I can't avenge him."
Turning his head, Yan Zhen looked at Han Muye lightly: "I'll do the writing of the book to confer the title of god. I can only do this little thing."
Han Muye hesitated and nodded.
This is a father's wish, and he doesn't know how to refuse.
But it is not that easy to write a book to confer godhood.
Once you start writing, your soul will be pulled by the Conferred Gods List of the Conferred Gods Platform, and you will be uneasy in this life.
Even if it is as strong as words, it may not be able to withstand it even if the soul is suffering day and night and is separated from the great road.
Wu Hou waved his hand and asked the army to return.
Han Muye and Yan Zhenqing followed Wu Hou into the army tent.
"Last time, I besieged and killed the God King of the No Resentment Realm. The No Resentment Realm and the Fairy World joined forces to retaliate and broke through a guarded realm."
"Hundreds of thousands of troops fell, and our Tianxuan defense line was forced to move back 30 million miles."
Marquis Wu was sitting in front of the long desk, with an evil look on his face.
His cultivation is profound, and his words and deeds can induce changes in the power of heaven and earth.
At this moment, there was anger in his heart, and suddenly the tent became gloomy, depressing and dignified.
"Thirty million miles of defense line?" Yan Zhen frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Wouldn't that expose my Tianxuan Zhoutian defense formation?"
