Fighter of the Destiny

A kite is floating in the sky.

In a remote corner, Wang Po wiped the mud off his face, squinted at the hill, and naturally recognized it, it was Xiao Zhang's kite.

Didn't that kite break into pieces on the wall of Xue Lao City a few days ago?

The kite used to be tied to a person, but today it is tied to a painting.

The painting was very huge, more than ten feet wide and high. It swayed gently in the wind, like waves of wheat, but the scenery on the canvas was not affected and was very clear.

Looking at the painting, Fei Dian, the divine general who had just been revived by a cinnabar pill, gradually focused his unfocused eyes and became extremely sharp.

Three old men from a grain team in the southern wilderness narrowed their eyes at the same time, recalling endless memories.

At the top of Xue Lao City, in the shadow of the palace building, the black robe had its hands wrapped in its sleeves, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of its lips.

They have all seen the scenery in the painting.

The extremely beautiful Jialan Temple cannot be found in the human world.

The Buddhist lineage has been discontinued for countless years.

The incense of Jialan Temple lasted for a long time.

Until a thousand years ago, it was finally destroyed in the flames of war.

The demons invaded and Luoyang was besieged for three months. Three out of ten people in the city suffered heavy casualties, with a total of 60 million people killed.

I don’t know how many cultural relics such as Jialan Temple have been destroyed.

The so-called romance is all burned up.

This painting depicts the burning of Jialan Temple.

Nowadays, few people have seen Jialan Temple with their own eyes, but many people have seen the portrait of Jialan Temple in books, and many people know the story.

As for the siege of Luoyang, it was a humiliation and tragedy that no human being can forget.

The huge painting hanging in the sky is very well done, lifelike and as if it were real.

Looking at the flames in the painting, the soldiers seemed to be able to hear the painful creaking sound of the Guangsha building as it collapsed.

There were many people's faces in that painting, painful, twisted, confused, and numb. In the end, these people all died in the fire.

Seeing that painting, the soldiers on the front line once again wanted to understand a simple truth.

This is history.

This is where the anger comes from.

This is why we are now at the foot of Xue Lao City.

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As the painting and the information contained in the painting spread in the military camp, a conjecture also spread at the same time.

According to legend, the painting sage Wu Daozi painted murals in Jialan Temple all year round. Is it possible that this painting was painted by him?

Now the entire continent knows that Wu Daozi is not dead, and he is traveling around the world with someone.

If Wu Daozi comes, does that mean... that person is also here?

Thinking that a legendary figure like Wang Zhice might appear on the front line at any time, the morale of the human army was greatly boosted.

In contrast, the morale of the demons suddenly dropped a lot, and the improvement was even more exaggerated than that of the human race.

For the human army, the influence brought by Shang Xingzhou and Wang Zhice was almost the same. For the demons, it is completely different. They may not know who the current human emperor is, nor do they know Chen Changsheng, nor do they know that Shang Xingzhou is the human emperor and Chen Changsheng's teacher, but they definitely know who Wang Zhice is.

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Twilight.

The setting sun dyed the old snow town in the west red.

Half the city seemed to be on the verge of burning.

Suddenly, countless fanatical shouts rang out from the city walls and the fields below.

The words shouted sounded like gulum wood.

Many human soldiers can understand some simple demon words, especially the meaning of this word, which they will not forget.

When the demon soldiers came over frantically and wanted to exchange lives for their lives, when they were surrounded on the top of the mountain and finally committed suicide, they would all shout this word.

This word means divine emperor.

The devil finally appeared.

Chen Changsheng took the telescope from King Linghai and looked at Xue Lao City.

The air was particularly clean today, and the light of the setting sun did not affect the sight. I could barely see the city head clearly.

Although it was a little blurry, Chen Changsheng still recognized the face he hadn't seen for many years.

Compared with when he was in Baidi City, the Demon Lord seemed much calmer and his expression was more majestic.

Looking at the beard that the Demon Lord deliberately kept, Chen Changsheng thought of Tang Sanshiliu, and then saw the Demon Lord's devil horns.

Logically speaking, the Demon King, as a royal family, does not have magic horns, but he made two and decorated them to make them look extra exaggerated.

Obviously, this is a method used to win the affection of middle- and lower-class demons.

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The merchant boat has arrived.

The devil appears.

This means that the final moment of decisive battle is coming.

For the demons, if they can defend Xue Lao City until the cold winter comes, it is of course the best way. But they had no way to solve the problem of food and grass, which was exactly the same situation Luoyang City faced back then. Even if they massacre the people themselves and reduce the non-military population as much as possible, there is no way to provide food rations for hundreds of thousands of tribal warriors outside the city.

Moreover, the human army will not leave them the remains of any of their comrades.

The time, place, and people are favorable. Now it seems that the demons have the right place, and the humans have the right people. As for the time...

The recent falling snow seems to indicate that heaven favors the demons more, but the time for the decisive battle is determined by the humans.

So who will win the final victory in this war?

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It's another early morning.

The wilderness outside Xue Lao City was so quiet that it seemed as if they had not woken up.

The trumpet sounded suddenly.

Then the whole world woke up.

All lives in this world are waiting for this moment.

Maybe no one could really sleep last night.

The demon clan's main force, the wolf cavalry, launched a fierce attack on the human clan's east route army.

The black soil on the field was thrown away and fell like raindrops. There were sounds of weapons clashing, groans and howls, and formations activating everywhere.

The Eastern Route Army struggled to withstand the tidal wave of attacks from the demons, and finally gained a rare free time in the afternoon.

The camp issued an urgent order to the front line, requiring the frontmost team to retreat as soon as possible to complete the rotation with the reserve cavalry.

Feather arrows were flying in the sky, suppressing the opponent's spearmen and providing cover for their own side.

All the processes were proceeding in an orderly manner, but there was some trouble somewhere.

The North Third Battalion, which had been at the forefront since the war began, refused to retreat.

Because Guan Feibai did not obey military orders.

He is not the commander of the North Third Battalion, but he is a disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect and is the strongest in the team.

Back then, he and his two junior brothers ventured up the cliff and were the first to arrive at Xue Lao City.

The entire North Third Battalion now only listens to Guan Feibai's words.

The reason why Guan Feibai was unwilling to retreat was also very simple.

His junior brother Liang Banhu died, and Guan Bai also died trying to rescue them.

He was already red-eyed.

At the most tense moment, with the sound of a crane, Xu Yourong arrived at the venue.

Guan Feibai held the sword, squinted his eyes, and looked at her. His voice was hoarse and low to the extreme, like a beast that hadn't drank water for many days.

Junior sister, don't persuade me.

There was blood in his squinted eyes.

Xu Yourong knew that he seemed to be rational and spoke logically, but in fact he was crazy and could not be persuaded.

I remember that Senior Brother Qiu Shan should have prepared a tips bag for you.

Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and said, You should take it apart and take a look.

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(Mom will start the next course of chemotherapy tomorrow. I hope everything goes well. There will definitely be less time for writing in the next period, but don’t worry. I have saved some manuscripts in the past ten days and will try my best to keep updating them. It looks like it should be possible, thank you all.)