Chapter 768

It's time to play Xiao Yi.

He ruled Shu county and had 400000 troops. He marched toward the states like a wild animal.

Every time he conquered a small country, he called in believers and asked about the local beliefs.

There are those who believe in flame, rivers and horses

The first small country he conquered believed in the moon god.

The local royal family was slaughtered.

He ordered the army to arrest tens of thousands of crazy believers and step into the hall of alien gods alone.

His golden crown, hair, leather, military boots, leather gloves, and black fox fur cloak made him look beautiful and beautiful. Danfeng's eyes held a little gentle smile.

Learning from the etiquette of the believers, he worshipped the statue of moon god nine times.

He raised his head and looked at the golden statue of the moon god, which was three feet high. He said, "I miss my wife very much. She left in a hurry. I haven't had time to tell her that I love her. I have loved her for many years Can you keep her alive? If you can bring her back to life, I, Xiao daoyan, would like to be your incense and fire support with the wealth of the world, and I would like to lead the people in the world to be your believers. "

The statue of the woman is beautiful and loving, overlooking the people in the palace.

The cold wind poured into the hall, the incense dust drifted away with the wind, the hexagonal long-term lamp flickered, and the bronze bell rang rapidly, setting off a different kind of silence.

Xiao Yi waited for a long time.

The so-called gods did not respond to him.

He stares at the statue and hooks his lips.

He walked slowly to the side of the hall.

In the exquisite iron basin, there is a fire.

He raised his boots and kicked the brazier to the ground.

The flame climbed up the wide and complicated curtain, and soon ignited the lofty palace.

"What faith is a God who has no response?"

Men laugh.

He turned and stepped out of the temple without expression.

Thousands of believers, watching their faith destroyed in the fire, screamed and fought with the army, but they were brutally suppressed.

Xiao Yi stepped on the horse indifferently and headed for another small country.

In just four years, 39 expeditions were made.

He took Shu County as his stronghold and occupied Nanyue and other neighboring countries.

The place where the iron horse crossed was barren, the mountains and rivers were broken and the blood flowed into a river. Countless people were displaced and their bodies were exposed in the wilderness.

The faith of all nations collapsed because the gods did not respond to the man's prayer.

The monks were forced to return to the secular world, and the Buddhist temple was deserted, and the Giant Buddha statues up to 100 Zhang were cruelly cut and destroyed.

Taoist temples were burned to the ground, and all the books about demons, ghosts and spirits in the world were burned.

The name "Xiao daoyan" has become a taboo in the world.

No one dares to mention it. The child cries when he hears it.

Everyone knows that he is wearing a black fox fur cloak, carrying a nine foot Mo Dao, and riding a horse alone, just like the Shura devil on the battlefield.

He became the nightmare of the world.

As the war raged, the remaining countries chose to join Da Yong, and decided to launch a final war to cooperate in killing Xiao Yi.

The countries consolidated two million elite troops and began to move westward.

They surrounded five hundred thousand soldiers and horses of Xiao Yi.

That night, the songs of my hometown were everywhere.

The morale of the army is slack.

The light was dim in the king's tent, and the man was injured all over, but he sat indifferently and quietly wiped the knife.

On the low table in front of him was a delicate and valuable ceramic jar. On the jar were carved the lines of Hibiscus flower essence, which were her ashes, which he had always carried with him over the years.

Nan Baoyi kneels down at the side of Xiao Yi's body.

She gazed at his numerous scars and wanted to ask him whether he was in pain for so many years.

She listened to the singing of the enemy country far away from the tent and wanted to ask him. He was afraid.

A lamp is like a bean, jumping calmly.

She laid her head on his shoulder in silence.

Even two generations apart, we can still feel his temperature

Ten bitter picked the felt curtain to come in.

He arched his hand: "master, Shen Xiaolang Jun asks to see you."

Shen, snow in the white tide.

And she looked down at me and shook off her hat. In this meeting of the five kingdoms, five powerful people offer you a reward for your head with the title of Marquis of wanhu and 100000 taels of gold Xiao daoyan, don't be stubborn. As long as you surrender, you'll be imprisoned for life without martial arts. How can you die? "

He used to be a military master in Xiao Yi's book.

But this guy was really crazy. He was scared on the way, so he fled back to Dayong Chang'an three years ago.

Xiao Yi finally polished the knife.

He glanced at the ceramic altar, and his thin lips held a gentle smile: "if I fight, she still has the possibility of rebirth. If I surrender, no one in the world will go through fire and water for her and save her from hell. "

"You will die!""I'm not afraid to die."

"You are a madman!"

Shen Yichao broke into a curse.

He hated the iron not to become steel ground to stare Xiao Yi, angrily turned to leave.

In the later war, it was dark and covered with corpses. The fire burned for more than a month, and almost all the nearby cities were burnt out.

The alliance of nations broke down and broke down. Shen Jiang and many aristocratic families fled back to Chang'an overnight.

And Xiao Yi's 500000 army had only a few hundred horses left.

Gu Chongshan led the elite to come from the north and ended the war.

At this time, the world was destroyed by the fire of war, the fertile land was overturned, no grain was harvested, the town was deserted, and no one of the strong men survived.

Two people witnessed the miserable scene, all the way back to the city in silence.

Because it is her hometown, it is also the only well preserved city in the war.

When passing through the gate, an old Taoist rode by on a green ox.

He put down his flute and said, "after years of seclusion in the mountains, heaven and earth have been overturned. You are a sinner."

Xiao Yi fell off his horse.

He opened his robe and knelt down in front of the Taoist priest. His lips were pale: "please enlighten me."

"If you are willing to give up, then you will get something. Go to atonement. "

The Taoist priest played the flute and went away like a willow leaf.

Xiao Yi summoned his hands to inquire, and then he knew that the old Taoist was a wandering Taoist in Shujun. Now he lives in Qingcheng Mountain Taoist temple.

He and Gu Chongshan came to the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

Dusk will sink.

Xiao Yi kowtowed piously and finally came to Laojun Pavilion before midnight.

Gu Chongshan has arrived ahead of time.

Standing in the palace, he looked up at the tall statue of Laojun alone.

On the beam of the temple, a huge lotus lantern was hung high, and the soft glow of the falling light brightened his eyebrows and eyes.

He said: "the imperial warden once said that there were still 300 years left for the Northern Wei Dynasty. I, Gu Chongshan, would like to use the three hundred years of the Northern Wei Dynasty to exchange her vitality with the way of heaven. "

Lotus palace lantern, gently swaying.

The bronze wind chimes under the eaves make a subtle sound in the night.

Outside the palace, several flowers are dancing, a little Hibiscus is falling from the branches.

Xiao Yi's dumb voice: "I use the purple Wei emperor, for her to come again for a lifetime, love and full moon, life as a person in the palm of the Jiao."

Lotus palace lamp sways out the tide like light and shadow.

The bell of the bronze wind is getting faster and faster.

Falling hibiscus flowers, flying back to the branches, turned into flowers.

The stars shifted rapidly.

The dead horse galloped again, and the blood in the field flowed back to the soldier's body.

The collapsed Buddha statues were rebuilt into beliefs, and the Scriptures burned by violence returned to the believers' hands intact.

The dry river bed, gushing out the flowing river.

The withered fields grow green wheat with green oil.

Years of war, like a hurricane, has been erased from the history books, and the memory of terror dominated by Xiao daoyan and his army has gradually become a blank in the world.

Qingming season, Jinguan city spring rain.

Nanfu royal palace.

The little girl in the year of Jinchai was lying on the bamboo couch by the west window and opened her eyes slowly.

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