After being exposed, the entire Huyan clan will be cut into pieces, and the old dog’s head in Huyan will be hung in the Holy City and nailed to the pillar of shame!

Gao Chaoen's body shook violently, and his eyes filled with tears. He knelt on the ground and knelt down to thank Anxi's heroic soul, but he didn't have the slightest courage to look at the child covered in blood.

In the dark years, I watched my relatives leave one after another, and in the end I was left to stick to the lonely city. On the battlefield where ordinary people died thousands of times, I still held up the torch of hope.

The most cruel torture in the world had befallen this child, and the most painful despair enveloped him.

"I'm sorry, I'm late...it's late." Gao Chaoen's heart was cut by a knife.

In vain, he felt sad for the collapse of civilization in the Central Plains day and night. In the Western Region, which was almost forgotten by the Central Plains, there was a child who was a hundred times more desperate and still trying to persevere.

"It's good to be here." Gu Changan didn't mean to be sad, he just said softly:

"One day the Central Plains will regain the Western Regions. If you have time, please break a peach blossom and send it to my grave."

Dao Bu Gu is silent, some things must be done, some people must be killed.

He decisively suppressed his compassion and said in a deep voice:

"One person can kill ten thousand people. Even a saint can't do it. Who else in the world can do it? The top military general who should have made history proud has ended up like this."

"If you ask me, all carnivores in the Central Plains are beasts! Can you shed a few tears of hypocrisy and look back on the desperate twenty-three years of Chang'an?"

“Get out of the Western Region!

"

The long sword rises, the strong wind spreads, and the murderous intention is revealed.

Gao Chaoen didn't say a word, he slowly stood up and stood in the air, with tears still on his face, but his cloudy eyes were particularly determined.

Don’t retreat.

"Huh?" Dao Bugu made a strange sound and said incredulously:

"You are a mediocre mediocrity who has done nothing. Even the Central Plains accuses you of running away. How do you have the courage to face me?"

For a moment, Gu Changan swallowed the bitterness in his throat and felt dizzy.

Invisible vines wrapped around his ankles, and the surrounding darkness pressed in like a falling wall, leaving no light at all.

"Why, my life is ruined!" He kept murmuring, he wanted to embrace freedom, he wanted to die and be relieved, but often the direction of things would make him more painful.

Why don't you leave?

Wouldn't it be nice to bring the news back to the Central Plains so that Anxi's heroic spirit will have no regrets and the people of the nation will be rekindled in their fighting spirit?

"When will I need your rescue?" Gu Changan was hysterical. He wanted to bring his sixty-three years to an end, and he wanted to die without regrets.

Gao Chaoen moved his lips, twitched his fingers violently a few times, and suddenly said loudly and forcefully:

"The Zajia cannot retreat, nor do they want to retreat!"

Dao Bugu stared at him, shook his head and laughed:

"At Yanmen Pass of the Great Wall, you were defeated by Gongsun Ge of Yan State and escaped."

"Chibi of the Yangtze River, you were defeated by Qin Gong of Dongwu and escaped."

"You came to the Holy City with the emperor's orders to rescue the captured general. You were surrounded and suppressed by three enlightened men, but you also escaped with your physical skills."

"Everyone knows Gao Feng, but he wants to have a taste of heroism for the first time in Gucheng?"

Gao Chaoen was silent, upright, neither covering up nor avoiding, and nodded:

"Yes, the Za family is full of bad things."

He looked at the lonely child. This was the fire of the Tang Dynasty and even Chinese civilization and could not be extinguished.

Gao Chaoen shouted angrily:

"But this time, the Za family won't leave!"

Dao Bugu let out a burst of joyful laughter from the bottom of his heart, raised his finger and pointed at Gao Chaoen, saying:

"If you want to run away, I can't stop you, but you're half a step ahead of me. Do you want to be buried with you?"

"Does this old guy who relies on the dragon spirit of the Tang Dynasty to survive, really think he has the ability to compete with the enlightened people at the peak of the abyss!"

He suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Gao Fengfeng could find this place. Dragon energy and national destiny complement each other, and this territory made him feel something.

"Although the old and disabled body of the Za family is withered, it can still be used."

"I have no shame to face this lonely and loyal city. I can only kill a barbarian, and then I will be worthy of toasting the heroic soul of Anxi after my death."

Gao Chaoen closed his eyes and slowed down his breathing.

"The root is broken, but the spine is not broken." Dao Bugu nodded jokingly and held out the knife.

The yellow sand with a radius of a hundred miles was suddenly lifted up by his energy and was suspended in the air.

Gao Chaoen pushed out his hands, not to face the powerful sword energy, but to lift it up to the sky.

"In the past fifty years, today is the most peaceful day for the Za family."

Suddenly.

Heaven and earth resonate.

The corners of Dao Bu Gu's mouth twitched, and the flesh-and-blood model Hu's face finally showed a hint of fear, and then horror.

The Qi machine was rolling like a tidal wave, thunder suddenly sounded, and after nine thunders, there were bursts of thunder from the sky again.

In the desolate and lonely desert, a vision suddenly appeared. Behind Gao Chaoen, it seemed that the Yellow River was really rushing, the Great Wall was stretching across it, and a dragon was entwined.

Dao Bugu was so distraught and on the verge of collapse that he spat out two words:

"Sanctification."

…

Chang'an.

Wearing a bamboo crown, Si Tianjian and Jiancheng trotted all the way to the Jinluan Hall. Regardless of court etiquette, he was extremely excited and said:

"Your Majesty, Eunuch Gao is sanctified!"

"Saint! A martial arts saint was born in the Tang Dynasty!"

The court hall was completely silent, falling into an endless silence. Then all the civil and military officials raised their arms and shouted, so excited that they could hardly contain themselves.

Considering the precarious situation of the Central Plains, there is a great need for the birth of martial arts saints. The Tang Dynasty, with its decadent martial arts, also urgently needs saints to appear in the world and guide the martial arts heroes on a clear path.

On the throne, the empress wearing a crown had pale cheeks and tightly grasped the armrests with her fingers.

Gao Chaoen has no talent for becoming a saint at all. Forcibly knocking on the door of heaven is a path to self-destruction.

…

"How brave!"

Dao Bugu tried his best to control his mood swings. Purple energy was constantly flowing out of the long sword, and there was no need to hide it. His body fluttered out like a bird, and the loess he passed through was filled with purple holes.

A castle in the air without a foundation, no matter how gorgeous it is, smash it!

"saint."

Gao Chaoen's seven orifices were bleeding, and the dragon energy and thunder behind him turned into five, and he managed to withstand Dao Bugu's terrifying knife, which stuck to his eyelids and added a bloody scar.

"God, you dare to slap me!

"

Gao Chaoen didn't even look at Dao Bu Gu, his old scarlet eyes stared intently at the sky.

He no longer considers himself a eunuch, he is an upright person.

"A gelded dog from the Li family dares to scream."

Dao Bu stood up from the ground, and his body flew into the air, trying to grab Gao Chaoen and drag him down, but the dragon's energy and thunder and lightning that had not been eliminated still burned his face.

The peak of enlightenment is only one step away from becoming a saint, but this short step is as insurmountable as a chasm.

Only by delaying the process until the oil is exhausted can it be possible to send the old eunuch to the underworld.

Gu Changjing stood quietly next to the flag, watching the fighting in the new world and watching the old man Gouqiao roaring to the sky.

"I didn't dare to look forward to it before, but today I firmly believe that one day, the Central Plains will break through the barbarian holy city. I want to see what evil spirits God has arranged in the abyss!"

"If you want the civilization of the Central Plains to be annihilated in the smoke and dust of history, the will of heaven is not worthy of it!"

Gao Chaoen roared ferociously, and dragon energy surged in the sky. For the first time in his life, this old man, who was more than a hundred years old, and this servant of Li Tang who had been cautious all his life, let out an unbridled roar.

"Does heaven have to take care of the Central Plains?" Dao Bugu rolled on the ground and stood still, trying to speak to delay the remaining power of becoming a saint.

"Have there been fewer natural disasters in the Central Plains for thousands of years?"

"That fertile land was conquered by the ancestors of Huanghuang Qingshi, not a gift from God. How can it be a gift from God if our ancestors didn't slowly explore farming and smelting iron?"

"Why did the power of heaven and earth descend on the barbarians? Is it fair?"

The wrinkles on Gao Chaoen's face are visibly deepening to the naked eye, and he is aging like a dandelion in the wind, but he still stands tall.

"It's okay to be desperate." Dao Bugu's face twisted, like a ferocious wolf waiting to be eaten, and he scratched mysterious traces with the knife.
To be continued...