Building The Ultimate Fantasy

The war had come to an end when Tang Yimo dispatched Nanjun and Nanfu Army reinforcements to Dongyang County.

The Dongyi people flee and flee. They hurried and left the body of the ground.

This made the Nanfu army rushed to the place a little stunned.

Dongyang-gun, who lacks the army of practitioners, is holding on?

Moreover, the number of dead and wounded is not a lot. At least at a glance, the commander of the Nanfu Army saw that most of the soldiers in Dongyang County lacked arms and legs.

In such a war, the number of dead people is so small, it is even less than that of South County. It is simply incredible.

but……

The interest of the soldiers in Dongyang County did not seem to be high, and he did not have the excitement and happiness after winning the war.

The **** Yang Mu personally received the reinforcements of the Nanfu Army.

Dongyang-gun and Nam-gun are considered enemies, and both sides have had friction.

Yang Mu just sent a letter of aid to Nanjun in the spirit of trying, but he did not expect that Nanjun actually sent a reinforcement, or a Nanfu army like a practitioner army.

"Thank you ..."

There is complexity in poplar eyes.

The death of the Master made him understand that there was no reinforcement from Emperor Jing, and the Emperor did not want to support Dongyang County.

This made a fire burst into the heart of Yang Mu.

Not just the Nanfu Army.

Immediately after that, there was the Xiliang Iron Ride and Xiangjia Army from the horse.

He called for help from West County, who also sent reinforcements.

North County also had iron rides, and a light armored army entered Dongyang.

Unfortunately, the war is over.

Yang Mu thanked the three parties and said what happened on the battlefield.

The master's record was also informed to the world.

The forces on all sides were a bit shocked, and looked at each other, feeling incredible.

They are practitioners, and they know very well what advantages they have over mortals.

However, the Master actually created a fabulous battle with a mortal body.

This made them inexplicably admire the Master.

The reinforcements of the counties retired, and they resigned from Dongyang County with news shocking the world.

One piece of news spread under the shaking white feathers of flying pigeons.

Master of Confucianism, died in Dongyang.

The flying pigeons fell, and the forces of all parties learned the news. At the same time of the shock, the news spread ten, one hundred, and Tianjige also relayed the news, and it spread quickly throughout the entire Zhou Dynasty.

For a time, many people in the world were crying.

But while more forces are feeling, they are still angry.

What are you angry about?

Naturally, it is the inaction of Emperor Zhou who is angry!

Dongyang County sent out aid to South, West, and North counties as well as Emperor Jing. The aid aid first arrived in Emperor Jing, and arrived a long time ago, but the emperor chose to ignore it.

The three parties, West County, North County, and South County, instead sent reinforcements, especially South County, which has friction with Dongyang County, at these moments.

However, the Emperor Jing of the Zhou Dynasty did nothing, not even a reply.

The Master had to come to Dongyang County in person, with his own strength, to take up the great responsibility, burn the spirit, and defeat the Dongyi invaders.

For a time.

The Confucian scholars were angry, and Di Jing became the target of Qianfu.

Emperor Beijing.

Yu Wenxiu looked cold.

The news from the Xiaoyin official shocked him, and at the same time he was irresistibly angry.

"North Los Angeles ... How dare you bully!"

However, the following news, like a giant wave, he was a little tremor.

Master ... Fallen into Dongyang County.

Fight against Dongyi practitioners, and shine in one go.

Knowing this news, Yu Wenxiu's body was a bit cold for a while, and it was a long time before she calmed down.

A small **** entered the Zijin Pavilion with panic.

"His Majesty……"

"The master died, and the Confucian scholars in the world blame the emperor Beijing for inaction. The Confucian scholars in the emperor capital are gathering on the long street and protesting, asking His Majesty to give an explanation.

The small **** bowed, and when the Master died, the Emperor Jing shook.

You know, the world's Confucian students are masters, wouldn't the world not shake.

Yu Wenxiu was sitting on a dragon chair. There was no candle burning in the hall, and it looked dark.

"They ... what do you want to say?"

Yu Wenxiu's cold voice was uploaded from it.

"Isn't it sad for the teacher's death? You want this group of Confucians to accuse you? What qualifications do they have?"

"If the master stays in Dijing, will he die?"

"So why did he leave Dijing and why did he go to Dongyang County ?!"

Yu Wenxiu said, it seemed to be emotional, and in the end, he was almost roaring.

The **** below, kneeling on the ground in fear, did not dare to move.

"Is Qianfu referring ..."

"Calling the black dragon thirteen armors." Yu Wenxiu seemed calm, said.

After that ...

The little **** went out of the Zijin Palace. Soon, outside the hall, there was the sound of armors, one figure after another, walking in from outside the hall.

A total of twelve people were wearing black light armor with black dragon heads engraved on the armor.

"His Majesty……"

Twelve men arched, said.

"Gather Heilongwei and suppress the chaos in Emperor Beijing."

"Yun Nai Tianzi, how can these rotten Confucian students give pointers, even if Qianfu points, they are not qualified."

Yu Wenxiu said.

Below, the twelve people glanced at each other, all of them bowing their heads.

"Well."

After that, the Black Dragon Twelve Armies withdrew from the Purple Palace, turned over the black horses, and ran quickly in the heavy snow.

Heilongwei gathered, his armor was stern, reflecting the cold light.

Dijing Long Street.

A Confucian student wearing a Confucian shirt was angrily insulting.

They gathered together, like a long stream, slowly heading towards the Zijin Palace.

And this long stream is still growing. Some Confucian scholars gathered from the Imperial Foreign Exchange to join the long stream.

They need to justify the Master's death.

They need to know why Emperor Beijing did not provide reinforcements.

Dongyi is one of the five husbands. The five hustle and chaos week, but the Lord of the Emperor Jing did not even send troops.

Isn't this ridiculous?

The people around Dijing looked at this Confucian torrent, and their emotions were extremely complicated.

The crowd.

The beautiful woman in the tea shop shop, her beautiful eyes fluctuated, and it was snowing in the sky, making her feel inexplicably cold.

"It's going to change ..."

The beautiful woman pursed her lips and murmured.

The sound of horseshoes burst.

The snow covered the ground and spread.

In the distance, on the Emperor Beijing's long street full of white snow, there are black armors appearing like a dragon.

Heilongwei rushed to the horses in the imperial streets.

This is the emperor's guard army, spiritual army, black dragon guard, and each soldier of the black dragon guard is wearing a black armor and a black dragon mask, exuding a breath of death.

The black dragon thirteenth head pulled the horse's reins.

The eyes under his mask reflected the righteous and angry face of a Confucian.

Did not say anything.

The black dragon thirteenth head, raised his palms.

He waved slowly.

After that, the Black Dragon Guard behind them rushed out like a cavalry.

The sharp spear reflected the white shadow of the white snow and shattered the falling snow in the sky.

Yin Hong's blood, unyielding anger, spilled all over the ground.

The long streets of Emperor Beijing are filled with blood. On this day, it is difficult for Confucian scholars all over the world.

The crowd.

The common people were split, and many were paralyzed on the ground, scared by the pictures in front of them.

The beautiful woman covered her mouth, and her eyes were especially incredible.

The horseshoe sound stopped.

On the long street of Emperor Beijing, dense Confucian corpses were left.

Blood was falling from the sky, and even the blood was red.

Upon hearing the news, the sword from Kong Nanfei's hand fell to the ground, staring blankly at the corpse of Confucian students.

His lips froze for a while, and the expression on his face suddenly cried.

He thought of the disappointed expression when the Master finally left the library.

Yu Wenxiu changed ...

Emperor Jing has also changed.

Kong Nanfei suddenly wanted to laugh, and Da Zhou used Confucianism to set up so many years.

Such a tragic situation actually appeared on the emperor's long street.

Several black dragon guard spears were still bleeding, and the eyes under the black dragon's mask relentlessly looked at Kong Nanfei.

The black dragon thirteen was sitting on the black horse, and looked quietly at the seemingly crazy Kong Nanfei.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a while.

Kong Nanfei glanced at these black dragon guards. He once cultivated them, and these black dragon guards have now become terrible executioners.

Slap yourself.

Kong Nanfei turned and left, and the figure of Xiao Se gradually disappeared in the snow.

Instead of returning to the Book Pavilion, he walked out of Emperor Jing and disappeared on the thick official road covered by snow.

...

A carriage drove quickly outside Beiluo, and the horses were exhausted and panting.

Mo Tianyu has been vicissitudes a lot, his beard has been scratched, and the whole person is a bit stunned and lost his soul.

He took a figure off the carriage.

Looking at Beiluo, his eyes waved.

He said goodbye to Yang Mu, and rushed to North Luo City, and now he finally arrived.

"Master, you are here to take care of yourself, and now students bring you here."

Mo Tianyu said.

He trek through the heavy snow, step by step towards Bei Luo City.

Beiluo.

Lake Heart Island.

Lu Fanduan was in a wheelchair and seemed to sense something. His white shirt was hunting in the wind.

He raised his hand and waved gently.

The gate of Beiluo opened naturally, and the white snow and ice melted all over the ground, like opening a clean avenue for Mo Tianyu to the heart of Beiluohu.

Mo Tianyu looked at the ice and snow melting, the spotless avenue, his face was slightly fluctuating.

He came from the east, and the Master had hoped that he would be able to take care of himself in Huxin Island, but it never happened. Then Mo Tianyu hoped that the Master could be buried in Beiluo Huxin Island.

It can be regarded as fulfilling a wish in life.

Tighten the figure behind tightly.

Mo Tianyu was carrying his master, slowly moving forward.

There is still snow falling in the sky, but all the snowflakes are bypassed on Mo Tianyu's head, without any change.

...

Heaven letter is outside the customs.

Nie Changqing carried his sword in the snow, and looked like a light swallow. He walked in the snow and walked without any trace.

He soon caught up with Li Sansi.

Because, he found that Li Sansi was fighting the Xirong Army alone.

Nie Changqing drew out his sword and cut it with one stroke, and the snow and the wind were cut and dissipated.

"Where is King Xirong?"

Nie Changqing said coldly.

With this knife, the army of Xirong almost lost the desire to fight.

Finally, there was a leader of the Xirong tribe, fearing: "King Xirong ... is dead!"

"He fell from the sky and shot King Xirong dead, and God punished him!"

The leaders of the Xirong tribe bowed to the ground.

Dazhou practitioners are terrible!

Li Sansi and Nie Changqing looked at each other, Nie Changqing seemed to think of something, and the evil spirit in his eyes gradually dissipated.

"Looks like ... it's the son."

The son is still optimistic about Nie Shuang.

Nie Changqing exhaled a sigh of heat slowly.

A swipe of the pig-knife in his hand cut the snow out of the gully again.

The army of Xi Rong immediately began to flee wildly.

They have tried to fight back, but Nie Changqing stabbed them without any temper.

Xi Rong's army was on the run, while Nie Changqing and Li Sansi held swords and swords.

Like two evil spirits driving the sheep, they followed the army of Xirong.

Drive the Xirong army all the way west.

...

North County.

Yantai Xuan slaps on the table with a slap.

Makes the tea on the table shake for a while, overflowing.

"Jiang Li was jailed ?!"

"What's wrong with removing the armor and returning to the field? Actually, Jiang Li was jailed for the crime of killing the emperor?"

"This little emperor has water in his head!"

Yantai Xuan was furious.

His face flushed, and his eyes were more angry. He let Jiang Li go back, did you let the little emperor let him go to jail?

More than that.

What's more shocking to Xuantuan is the news that came back one after another.

One of the things that made him most incredible was the fall of the Master. That is the great Confucian Confucianism, the pillar of the Great Zhou Dynasty!

The death of a master is equivalent to the collapse of the pillars of the Da Zhou Dynasty.

Why did they dare not attack Da Zhou for so long?

It is because there is a Chinese teacher Kong Xiu in Da Zhou!

As for those black dragon guards ... Huan Taixuan would be afraid? Will Xiang Shaoyun be afraid?

Afraid of them getting a ball.

The spiritual army, nowhere!

Even North County has its own army of practitioners.

"Without reinforcements, I want to use the momentum of Wuhu to cut the strength of counties, good little emperor!"

Huantai Xuan re-sit on the chair. He took a sip of tea and seemed not to be addicted. He picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth.

He remembered that dream, in the dream ... He cut the black dragon with a sword, and the blood was covered with blood.

He dropped the teapot sharply.

It seemed that his eyes were finally settled.

He looked at the servants around him and said, "Go and ask Juzi and Mo Ju to come over."

The attendant took the command and bowed back.

Day letter off.

Between the snow, Mo Ju, wearing a crane, stands on the tower, the cold wind blows his face, looking at the vast expanse of snowfield.

Mo Jun's eyes could not help but appear various pictures.

In the picture, he is squatting on the side of the road in a ragged clothes, a carriage is passing by, but he stops beside him. From the carriage, a kind old man smiles at him.

He went from being an unseen person in the Mo family to being a smart bag for North County, much of it because of the help and guidance of the old man.

Although Mo Mo's guidance of the other party was purposeful, ... at his darkest time, he gave him the brightest dawn, the kind of hopeful feeling, Mo Mo was very grateful.

"Master, leave."

Mo Ju looked at the white snow, as if reflected by the snow, and shed tears on the irritated eyes.

far away.

The hurried footsteps of the servant pulled Mo Mo back from his thoughts.

"Mr. Mo, the **** asked you to go to the study."

The attendant bowed.

Mo Ju bowed his head, wearing a crane badge and a scarf, and headed for the study.

When he got to the study, he took off the crane ridge and shook off the snow.

Yantai Xuan and Mobeike are already waiting in the distance.

Mo Mo seemed to feel the solemnity and solemnity of the atmosphere.

After sitting on a chair.

Yantai Xuan took a deep breath and suddenly stood up and arched his hands towards Mo Beike and Mo Ju.

"Thank you for your mutual help."

"I hope that in the future, I can still get help and company from two people."

Mo Beike narrowed his eyes. He felt that Yan Taixuan's mood seemed not right.

Mo Mo naturally noticed the problem.

"The National Teacher died, Jiang Li went to jail, and the five weeks of chaos, but Emperor Jing was motionless, watching me wait for my head to shed blood ..."

"What did I wait for to fight against Xi Rong? Isn't it because the land behind me is not invaded, and the people can not be persecuted by foreigners? But what did the emperor Da Zhou do?

"Since he doesn't cherish this land himself, what good does this land want the emperor ...?"

Yantai Xuan said.

His voice was rattling in the study, making a noise.

Mo Mo's breath was slightly quick ~ www.readwn.com ~ Mo Beike caressed the chair, apparently, he didn't have the calmness on the surface.

Yan Taixuan's words made him guess something.

"and so……"

Xuantuan sat at the end, looking around at them, slowly speaking.

The voice was calm, but in this calm, it contained a shocking determination.

"I want to establish a new dynasty, country name, Da Xuan."

"I am king, calling King Beixuan."

"Let's go to war!"

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