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Chapter 427 It's admirable to shake a big tree.

The massacre of the Heavenly Barrier Pass is just the beginning.

In the next half month, Ma Chao indulged in killing.

A total of nineteen Spirit Clan cities were captured by him, they were razed to the ground, and then they raised their butcher knives on the residents in the cities.

According to a rough estimate, no less than 2000 million souls from the Linghai and Linghai tribes died under Ma Chao's butcher knife within the past half month.

Because of his monstrous killings, the residents of the Eldar Empire called him "the cold-faced butcher!"

Hanging Sanctuary, within the Holy Spirit Hall.

Lingyuan, the emperor of the Lingzu who had been in a coma for countless times, woke up again from his coma.

Heartache, shame, churned in his chest, making him extremely painful.

I thought that Xue Rengui was already a killer, but I didn't expect that Ma Chao, who was not famous before, was even more ruthless and bloodthirsty than Xue Rengui!

So it can be said that at this time the Lingzu Empire is located in the Hanging Sanctuary, except for one pure land, and the rest of the land is being ravaged by the cold-faced butcher.

Yuan Suitai, who looked equally haggard, comforted him: "Your Majesty, you are now the backbone of the empire! You must not fall down!"

At this moment, Yuan Soltai is scared, he is really scared!

In the past few days, he would sometimes wake up from his dream. In his dream, he was escorted to Chang'an by the generals of the Qin Dynasty, and then he was pushed to the Caishikou under the angry shouts and curses of countless human people, where he was beheaded for public display!

Daqin may pardon ordinary people of the human race, but Daqin will definitely not let go of a die-hard traitor like the Yuan family.

Ling Yuan, whose face was as white as rice paper, spoke weakly:

"Yuan Aiqing, what should I do now!"

Hearing this, Yuan Sutai had no choice but to cheer up and said: "Your Majesty, although the Qin army attacked fiercely and plundered most of the territory of our empire, our dynasty still has vitality, and there are still more than ten thousand men in armor. It is innumerable, and there are many Martial God Venerables in the empire, our dynasty has not yet reached the end of the mountain!"

Yuan Suitai said so much, and he summed it up in one sentence: "You can't offer your country and surrender, you have to fight the Qin army to the end!"

Hearing these words, Lingyuan's withered eyes really had a gleam of radiance!
"Yes, I still have thousands of lions!"

"I can't give up!"

While cheering himself up, he supported himself strongly: "I ordered Lingmiao to be the Great General of Difficulty, commanding the fourth, No. 11, No. 12, No. 13, and No. 15 legions of the empire, with a total of more than six million soldiers." Imperial soldiers, come out of the Hanging Sanctuary to resist the attacking Qin army!"

"Ling Tianxiang, the master of the Lingshu Pavilion, will lead more than a million imperial spiritualists to help the army!"

"In addition, please invite Martial God of Crazy Saber--Ling Shuguang, Martial God of Explosive Fist--Lingxihao, Martial God of Yuanshui--Spirit Diamond, Martial God of Flame Sword--Ling Zhun, Diva of the Dead--Tina, Beiwangquan--Xiao Move out of the customs and go to the national calamity together!"

This time the Lingzu Empire can be said to have exhausted its foundations. In order to resist the Qin army, Lingyuan almost mobilized all the conventional forces of the empire except for the first and second empire legions.

Two-thirds of the gods enshrined in the Spirit Tribe Empire were also transferred.

Now in the Hanging Sanctuary, there are only three gods enshrined in martial arts and one ancestor of the spirit clan who is closed to death.

Inside the temple, Ling Miao, who was appointed as the Great General Ding Nan, said expressionlessly, "Follow Your Majesty's order!"

He knew very well that this was an official sent to death, but he had to obey the Linghuang's orders unconditionally.

Here, let's talk about the soldiers and horses assigned to him!
The overall strength of the Fourth Legion of the Spirit Race is better, with a fixed number of one million soldiers. The sergeants and soldiers are quite satisfactory. They don't have too many advantages, but they win in all aspects. In other words, they are mediocre!

The remaining No.11, the Twelfth Legion and the like, are simply cannon fodder!
The strength ranking of the Legion of the Spirit Race Empire is led by the First Legion, followed by the No.15 Legion.

Basically, it can be understood as: the higher the number, the stronger it is, and the lower it is, the weaker it is.

………………

After three days.

Eldar Empire, Kano Province.

In front of the ever-flowing Ise River, the Spirit Tribe's Difficult Legion (that is, the motley army) lined up with their backs on the river to express their intention of never retreating!

Because there is nowhere to go!
The Holy Land of the Spirit Race Empire, the Hanging Sanctuary, is just above the Kano Province. If you are retreating, you can only retreat to the Hanging Sanctuary.

More than one million imperial spiritualists with indignant expressions were placed in the center of the Doom Legion!

They are very good fire output turrets, so it is worth setting the soldiers of the legion and creating good output conditions for them with life and flesh and blood.

Next to the spiritual masters are Empire No.15 and the Thirteenth Legion. These two legions are long-distance legions, so they line up next to the spiritual masters.

Ling Miao, commander of the Dingnan Legion with a slightly numb expression, stared at the south in a daze!

Most of the generals in the army behind him also looked gloomy.

They all felt that they were abandoned children pushed out by the Emperor Ling.

"Ow, ooh, ooh!"

At this moment, the roar of tigers with extremely penetrating power came surging from the south!
Along with the roar of the tiger, there is also an almost substantive killing spirit that can be felt head-on!
It was only possessed by Gengsha knights who slaughtered tens of millions of souls.

Before showing their faces, the murderous aura alone made some soldiers in the army tremble, and they muttered to themselves: "Here they come!"

"The name of the cold-faced butcher" quickly became a lingering nightmare in the hearts of the spirit race creatures within half a month.

Seeing the expression of his general, Ling Miao immediately gave a wry smile, and then murmured: "Spiritual God, if you really have a spirit, then I wish this general wins this battle!"

After saying that, he swept away the melancholy just now, and turned to become full of spirits and said: "Everyone returns to the formation, and must block the Qin army to the south of the Ise River!"

Someone (referring to Ling Miao) has to stand up for some things, right?
Under the order, the generals under his command were a little bit surprised, but under Ling Miao's firm gaze, they could only clasped their fists and said, "No!"

Afterwards, they all returned to their own formations, ready to fight!

Not long after the generals in the army left, Ling Tianxiang, the leader of the spiritual masters in robes, said quietly: "The wind knows the strong grass, and the toughness knows the loyal ministers!"

"Today I know the loyalty of the general!"

An ant may shake a big tree, which is admirable and cannot be overestimated!
Hearing this, Ling Miao and Ling Tianxiang looked at each other quietly for a while, and then said with an inexplicable smile: "Pavilion Master, aren't you the same?"

When the words fell, everyone laughed heartily!

Between the two of them speaking, 85 Gengsha knights with indifferent expressions had already formed their formation.

Gengsha knights have a full staff of one million, and after nearly a month of fighting, they have been continuously reduced to 85 people.

It's not that 15 people died, but those who were injured, those who escorted the people of the human race to Akasaka Castle, and those who died, totaled 15 people.

Ma Chao, holding a white tiger killing gun, is wearing a silver lion armor and a snow-white cloak on the back, sitting on a six-winged spirit tiger!
Looking from a distance, it actually gives people a sense of a god.

"Brother, Daoist Zuo Ci said that it will take half a stick of incense, and he hopes that his formation will not be disturbed during this half stick of incense!"

The heroic Ma Yunlu whispered Zuo Ci's words in Ma Chao's ear.

It takes time to arrange the formation of the Nine Heavens True God, and it must not be disturbed when the formation is completed.

"Go ahead and tell the Taoist priest, as long as I, Ma Mengqi, are still alive, those barbarians of different races will never get close to the formation!"

Ma Chao's eyes are sharp like a falcon, and his tone is like the cold wind of counting nine!

The Nine-Heaven True God's Spirit Formation is the key point for Ma Chao to defeat the enemy. Without this large formation, even if Ma Chao can win, his soldiers and horses will lose nearly half of them!
At that time, what will he use to fight against the Hanging Sanctuary?

(End of this chapter)