Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

Chapter 69 Show me a peaceful and prosperous age

one.

In the silent world, the plain voice was exceptionally loud.

Like an arrow passing through countless thorns, it roars and hits the bull's-eye.

But the target is the last dignity of the Supreme Kingdom of God.

With this retreat, all previous efforts have been wasted.

With this retreat, with a territory of 20 million miles and a colony of 30 million miles, what attitude should we take towards the castle of the abyss?

Destroy Yanmen Pass, this is the destiny!

Tuoba Tianxia suddenly roared loudly, raised his arms covered with lightning with both hands, and swung wildly with all his strength:

No retreat!

He...he can't lift it up again.

The only response to the queen was silence.

Silence has always been the main theme in the pass plain these days, but now the player has changed.

In the mountains, the chieftains and kings of the races of all nations looked at each other, seeing helplessness and sorrow from their cheeks and pupils.

Looking up, the blood man trembled, his eight-foot body was extremely small under the giant city seventy miles away, like a flat boat in the sea.

It's crumbling, but it's just supported by the palm of your hand.

Maybe drop it, no will to lift it up again.

But it is already the second time, who dares to bet that there is no third time, tenth time, or even a hundred times a thousand times?

Are past lessons not enough?

In the Western Regions, the light of the moon killed him, is it clean now?

But he turned into a ghost, which really explained what lingering spirits are.

In the holy city, the purple blood hourglass was ticking, and the disgusting sound like fingernails rubbing against glass was still in my ears, only the last drop remained.

With just one drop, the soul will be wiped out!

But the moment Zixue fell, he recast his body and stood condescendingly on the top floor of the city gate.

An old world devil who can't be dealt with with normal logic at all, you think he can't lift it up, what's the use in your opinion?

The pair of broken dragon horns on the top of Tuoba Tianxia's head clanked, and her blood-red eyes were burning. She looked around the old monsters angrily, and then turned her head to look at the black colonial leader.

If the Han slave can still lift it, I will go to the gallows naked and accept the humiliation of the people of the holy city!

All sins are my fault and have nothing to do with you, Jesus will forgive you, God will forgive you!

She was roaring wildly,

Almost biting his gums, blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

The empress looked at the pass and said coldly:

The first emperor won the government to rule China, and the emperor called himself Zhen. It is shameless and ridiculous for you and other barbarians to copy it mechanically.

Tuoba Tianxia looked up at the sky, his ugly face was completely distorted, and he said hoarsely:

How do you deserve to carry my shoes?

The race of all nations was dead silent, and everyone noticed that the queen had fallen into a wicked state.

Recalling the past, the Tuoba tribe destroyed hundreds of countries. Who would not want to give the gods the shoes of the so-called chiefs and kings with infinite glory?

But at this time, the emperor of Dongtu was noble and elegant, while the emperor under the crown of the god was mad to the point of morbidity. The comparison is really horrible.

Countless monks in the plain were in high spirits and their hearts were surging, and the accumulated despair disappeared in an instant.

Before today, they watched this ugly woman domineering and domineering, standing on the Great Wall to show off her might, as if she was in a world, and she even wantonly insulted Qin Shihuang's frog in the well.

But at this moment, he was barking like a clown incompetently!

Everyone knew that it was the man who had always held the Blood City high that dealt the fatal blow to the barbarians! !

Japan and the peninsula are ashamed. Influenced by the culture of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, they usually call themselves Zhen, Aijia, and His Royal Highness.

It's all over.

There is no suspense at all, the gods of the abyss will definitely leave.

The reason why he didn't move was just to give the Kingdom of God a little bit of decency, so he couldn't just leave before shouting three, right?

It's not that they didn't dare to pay the price. Since they came out in full force, they had prepared for the worst, and the holy city would suffer another catastrophe and blood flow into rivers.

But the meanings of the holy city and the abyss are too different!

The holy city is a river, which can be cut off, blocked, muddy or dried up as a last resort.

But the abyss is the source!

The source is gone, not to mention the river, not even the water.

Gamble with all your wealth?

But the Kingdom of Supreme God hasn't been corrupted to the point where it's time to risk your life.

Even their colony can think clearly about the trade-offs, and it is impossible for the old monster to take risks.

two!

Suddenly, a voice broke like a frozen lake, with a sharp and piercing tone.

Gu Changan took a few steps closer, the shadow of Blood City gradually covered the mountain range, and the shadow was reflected in the spiritual vortex.

An unprecedented sense of oppression hit, and many chiefs closed their eyes tightly, trembling all over.

If the city is lost, it is difficult for tens of thousands of people to survive.

How could Gu Chang'an care about killing Nie and destroying his Dao heart? No one is more indiscriminate than him!

At the moment when the city was lifted, this man from the east satisfies the most magnificent imagination of all human beings, and he can even be called the glory of human beings, overwhelming God with air, and suppressing Jesus with blood!

At that moment, they all had tears in their eyes, feeling an indescribable emotion.

But in the end, we still have to return to rationality. What is reality?

Winter is coming, it's like walking on thin ice!

Just like the tug-of-war in the Roman duel field, if you don’t deal with the most brave strongman on the other side, you will never be able to pull the rope away.

Tuoba Tianxia seems to have accepted the fact, instead of yelling madly, he cursed endlessly to himself, Shame, shame, come and see us shameful sinners...

Gu Changan stared at the Heaven-Disrupting Formation, his blood-stained face was indifferent and chilling.

three!!!

Rumble!

Julius Caesar's gray pupils erupted with bright light beams, and his body hung in the air from the pass.

As the formation eyes left, the coercion of the Heaven Destroying Formation weakened at a rapid speed, and the crackling rain covering the land of Shenzhou turned into light rain and mist.

The rest of the old monsters had gloomy faces and withdrew from the formation one after another.

It is meaningless to speak harshly at this time, weakness and compromise are the truth, and a few threats will only add another touch of humiliation to Destiny.

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the day after tomorrow formation is done, just a little bit, always a little bit!

An indescribable formation gradually floated in the air. The gossip-like formation has two colors of yin and yang, but there are small crosses at both ends, and there are tens of thousands of complex formation patterns, and meteorite iron is welded into each gap.

One can imagine how much the castle paid for this formation! !

The formation disappeared, the rain and mist tended, Yanmen Pass collapsed, and even the hundred-mile city wall was shattered into powder.

But the spiritual vortex is still there.

You are dead, it has to be destroyed!

After all, Caesar the Great could not go home without saying a word, and led the old monsters to slowly step out of the territory of China with their formations in hand.

The array is always there, it's just when to arrange it again.

But he knows that this demon is immortal, and the abyss has no extra strength to punish Yanmen Pass.

In the legendary encirclement of Wei and rescue of Zhao, the devil succeeded.

Your Majesty, Caesar, save us...

In the mountains, the chiefs and kings shouted desperately, wanting to cry without tears.

Forcibly pulling us to watch the battle, trying to awaken the fear of all nations, and swear allegiance to the supreme kingdom of God.

He wanted to show off his face, but now he showed his butt instead.

It's one thing to be ashamed, but you can't help it!

Go back! The old woman on crutches roared in a low voice, her eyes beckoning the old monsters to rescue her.

These people are the basics of the abyss, and they must not make mistakes.

With the blessing of majestic energy, the chiefs and kings of all nations fled like a gust of wind, while Emperor Uta, Princess Silla and others looked back frequently, giving birth to strong impulses several times.

Big brother, we are the peninsula and Fusang country in the east, your most loyal little brother!

If you have a choice, you can break with the holy city now.

But the two of them knew that they couldn't turn back.

Once racial hatred breeds, it cannot be easily resolved.

Besides, after experiencing a hell on earth, can China still have the broad mind of the heyday of the Tang Dynasty and selflessly accept neighboring countries?

I'm afraid it will be difficult, and it is likely to adhere to the non-my race, its heart must be different in the future.

at this moment.

You take a step first, and I will be there later.

A calm voice came from Mottled Blood City.

Tuoba Tianxia froze.

Caesar's aura froze.

Countless old monsters are short of breath, and the humiliation brought by this sentence cannot be added! !

Even the leaders of all nations who had just fled into the safe zone felt ashamed to be ridden on their heads. Their skins of black, white and yellow all showed a gloomy iron-blue color at this time.

unacceptable!

It's really unreasonable!

Has the devil reached this point of arrogance?

Mei Shougeng, you are beyond redemption, if you don't turn around to redeem yourself, you will be the most hateful traitor in China for thousands of years!

The master of the academy said the heavenly constitution, and the righteousness of Confucianism gushed forth mightily.

Mei Shougeng's back was bent, and he never looked back.

Only he knew the trace of regret in his eyes. Seeing that the will of heaven had compromised with mortals, his spiritual world was on the verge of collapse.

But it was only a moment of regret. After a while, he was unswerving on the road of peacefully saving the country. He was definitely not helping the tyrant or working for the tiger. Only by giving up resistance and moving closer to the destiny can the Chinese people be saved.

There is only one Gu Chang'an in the world, but the destiny favors the entire supreme kingdom of God!

Gu Chang'an can win at will, as long as he loses once, the land of Shenzhou will be destroyed forever.

The barbarians are gone.

Come with vigor, leave in a hurry.

I don't know how long it has passed, only the traces of the Qi machine and the devastated Great Wall of the mountains are left in the world.

The Central Plains cultivator's eyes were in a trance, and the depression and suffocation disappeared. Is this the victory of the land of China?

No, maybe it was just because of one person that a great victory was achieved!

The master of the academy walked quickly, stopped when he was approaching Blood City, bowed and said earnestly:

Central Plains disease is dying, and luckily Chang'an poured it with blood.

Countless compatriots looked at the aura vortex above the pass.

The Great Wall has collapsed and can be repaired.

The earth is cracked, just fill it with earth.

But the aura disappeared, and it was impossible to reappear.

In the Central Plains, there is no aura, the way of martial arts is cut off, and the road to resistance is completely dark.

Gu Changan didn't go to see his master, but just lowered his head and glanced at the corpses, and said softly:

If they are unarmed civilians, I will save them; if they are soldiers who have run out of food and are forced to surrender, I will also save them, but those who practice alone should not bend their backs.

I lived incognito in Chang'an City for nine months. I have seen the loyalty of the world, and I have also experienced the use of martial arts to violate the ban. In fact, most of the so-called practitioners do not cultivate, do business, do not weave cloth, or dig canals. In fact, you have not contributed much to the common people. is being fed.

The vortex of spiritual energy is not yours, it belongs to the people of Shenzhou, but you are so talented...

Gu Changan paused while speaking.

As a commoner in the previous life, the dust of the era was like a mountain on his shoulders, and he had been exposed to rain, so he always wanted to hold an umbrella for those people who were engulfed by the torrent.

He definitely won't see a peaceful and prosperous world, so he wants to say something more, hoping that practitioners can listen to it.

The plain is completely silent.

All the comrades hold their breath and concentrate, they can stand out from the ordinary people to refine the Qi machine, they are more or less arrogant.

Maybe even princes and ministers were ignored, but a word from that man could reach the depths of their hearts without hindrance.

I used to stick to the territory in an isolated city. When the barbarians persuaded them to surrender, they said that the roc spread its wings for 90,000 miles. How could they care about the ants in the ground.

But who is not born an ant?

A human being is like a tree. They all want to spread to high places to absorb sunlight, but the more vigorous they are, the more their roots go down to the bottom of the soil.

In your lifetime of practice, you can face the barbarians as humble as dust, but you must not distort them like maggots. If you all surrender, how will the people resist, and how will the heroes who sacrificed their lives rest in peace?

Gu Changan's arms gradually bent, Blood City also shook, and his voice became hoarse.

Ever since the ancients had a premonition before they died, after he smashed the land god to death with a city, he also clearly felt that he was not far away from that step.

These years have been chaotic, and I hope you will have beautiful years in the next life.

He rolled up thousands of strands of sword energy, and pushed the corpses of more than 3,000 surrenders into the distant plain.

In the blood mist that filled the sky, the master of the academy had a mournful expression on his face, unable to hide at all.

All the compatriots felt the sudden sadness. Gu Yingxiong seemed to be confessing his last words, but he was clearly indomitable, powerful enough to lift a giant city of seventy miles.

Gu Changan didn't dare to look at the tearful figure, and said to himself:

I can send one more step, just one step.

The mountains and rivers are still there, the country is peaceful and the people are safe. Since the Anshi Rebellion, we Huaxia have paid too much for these eight characters. Three generations of ancestors have died of eight characters.

The same eight words, Zhuge Liang said, 'Dedicate yourself to death, and you will die'. Will China usher in a peaceful and prosperous age? I can't understand it. We swear to defend our family and country. No matter whether we succeed or not, we must persist in dedicating ourselves After death.

If you risk your life to light the lamp, it will be difficult to understand in the end. At least you have a clear conscience, and you are worthy of those unknown people who sacrificed heroically for the Central Plains.

The practitioners in the plain suddenly had a throbbing pain in their hearts, which slowly spread to half of their bodies. It seemed that there were many strands of threads spreading and contracting in their bodies.

The pain and sadness are indescribable, as if the most important person is about to be lost.

Although people often say that Gu Yingxiong is already very tired, he should rest.

But when the barbarian gods lined up at Yanmen Pass, they were still calling for that figure deep in their hearts.

Gu Chang'an felt a little tired, maybe because he was worried that the barbarians would take revenge on Zhao and Shu. He held the city and turned around and started walking, his steps went from staggering to indomitable.

Chang'an, can you go home?

Li Wan couldn't hold back the longing in his heart anymore, his cheeks were full of tears, and he yelled towards the sky.

Gu Chang'an didn't stop, holding the lonely city in one hand, waving the other hand, and laughed loudly:

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone, let's go home and have a reunion.

The sword energy is flying across the sky, the city is gone, and neither are the people.