The Imperial Capital, Forbidden City

In the deep and dark hall, the cold and fairy-like figure stood up proudly, staring at the purple auspicious clouds not far away.

Seeing his daughter like this, the figure hidden behind the purple air sighed helplessly.

"My compassion, he will become sanctified in the future."

"With my junior brother's amazing talent, becoming a saint is inevitable."

“…………”

After a moment of silence, [Emperor] mercilessly poked the last layer of paper.

"He became a saint with [martial arts]!"

“…………”

The entangled emotions flashed in Li Min's eyes, but soon she gritted her teeth firmly.

"I know!"

"Do you know? What is the martial arts saint secret ritual?"

"【Enemy Country】!"

"Who is he against? Whose corpse he stepped on to the supreme throne?! Is it me?! Or... you?"

“…………”

Faced with his father's heartbroken questioning, Li Min's face turned pale, but she still bit her lips tightly.

"I believe him!"

As soon as this said, the aura in the hall instantly solidified, the endless purple auspicious clouds of turbulent purple aura calmed down, and there was a majestic whisper without any emotion behind them.

"Get out."

Li Min gritted her teeth and bowed deeply.

"Abide by the order."

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At the same time, in Lanji County, Luzhou, thousands of miles away, six gods gathered in the spacious and bright tent of the central army, with an indelible cloud of sorrow shrouded between his eyebrows.

"Recently, the enemy has spread rumors in the army that the medicine they took was made of the corpses of their relatives, and it also described it as having a nose and eyes. Now the morale of the army is in chaos, and I have cut several thorns but can't suppress it..."

"It's okay if it's a rumor, but I'm afraid it's not a rumor..."

In an instant, everyone fell into deep silence. After a long time, Shen Tu Zhi slapped the table hard and instantly blasted the thick iron wood into powder.

"It's a horse! What's the matter with this!"

Inexplicably, tens of millions of new recruits were stuffed in, which was beyond their control limit. After finally giving them both kindness and power, they gradually calmed down the resentment of the soldiers being arrested. As a result, there was a bigger thunder hidden below. Now the six of them were sitting on a crater. If they were not careful, they would be retaliated by the anger that soared into the sky below.

"I used to think that forcing strong men is the limit of those aristocratic families. Even if it is not reasonable, it is still a way to survive in a disaster year. I didn't expect that they could do such an outrageous thing... No wonder they could take out tens of millions of awakening medicines at one time..."

He rubbed his temples in pain, and Zhuge Fan collapsed on the seat, looking up at the ceiling of the big tent with no interest.

Tired, destroy it, can't help...

"What should I do now? I get exhausted when I do my work every day. I have to strictly investigate the booklets they have distributed. If this continues, let alone wars, and don't mutiny or rebel, thank you!"

Yao Peng pinched his eyebrows. As the divine general of the [Qi Pass] path, he was the most sensitive to the [Qi] of the army. He could clearly detect that the huge hatred and resentment spread in the hearts of all soldiers. These negative emotions gathered in the blood evil energy and eroded their divine nature as if they were poisonous.

Soldiers are the flesh and blood cells of [God Generals]. When they are united, they can certainly kill gods and destroy demons and sweep thousands of miles away.

But when they retaliate against their master, they will go astray like other paths, and even the Myth Venerable may fall in disgrace.

In fact, if each person has only more than 100,000 soldiers, plus enough officers at all levels, they still have the confidence to slowly soothe the resentment below and put the army in control again.

But a group of idiots in the back were eager to seek medical treatment, thinking that the more soldiers, the better, and forced millions of troops who were far beyond their control limits to come in.

Now that the backlash is far beyond their control limit, it is particularly sour!

This situation is like a three-year-old boy dancing a sledgehammer, hurting himself before he hurts the enemy.

"I am angry when I think of those idiots now. I say that the more soldiers, the better, and they don't think about who the first half of this sentence is!"

"Han Xin ordered the troops, the more he would be better!"

"He is the ninth-level soldier saint! Who are we?"

"Fuck!"

The roar full of resentment echoed in the tent, and Shen Tu Zhi's hair and beard were all wide, like a lion paced back and forth, and his irritable divine aroused like the wind, shaking hundreds of meters in a radius.

"Brother Shentu, calm down. Now we have to think about how to deal with the [Shenwu Army]. Recently, they are preparing for war and horses, and they are probably going to be unable to hold back."

A strong and steady man had no choice but to persuade him and finally comforted Shen Tu Zhi.

"I'm so annoying. There is also the headache-inducing [Duke Zhenguo]. At least three people need to work together to compete with him. If you want to completely suppress it, you probably have to take action with the six of us."

"Yes, he alone has taken most of our energy..."

However, at this moment, a messenger broke into the tent and submitted a secret report to Zhuge Fan.

Seeing the blood-red word "urgent" on the cover, Zhuge Fan frowned slightly, and opened the seal quickly without any hesitation, and took out the letters inside.

But just a glance, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle, and his whole body became a stone.

He was keenly aware of Zhuge Fan's reaction, and everyone looked at each other, and a premonition of unknown origin suddenly surged in his heart.

"Brother Zhuge, what's wrong?"

Without an answer for a long time, Zhuge Fan held his forehead and stared at the three inches in front of him with a dull look. The calm look that Zhizhu had always been holding was gone, and she was filled with a confused feeling of doubting life.

"Brother Zhuge, what happened?"

After a while, Zhuge Fan came to his senses under the urging of everyone, licked his dry lips, and slowly uttered a few words.

"Half a month ago, [Duke Zhenguo] died at the Wahuang Mountain in Zhili [Ancient Buddha of Lanting]."

“…………”

He frowned in confusion, and after several seconds everyone realized what he said. His pupils were slowly magnifying, and he stared at him in disbelief.

"That's right, just as you understand, [Duke Zhenguo] killed a ninth-level saint with his body as a mortal."

A bitter and distorted smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Zhuge Fan lay on the back of the chair as if he had lost his strength, his eyes staggered.

This is a fart!

Just kill me!

"No...is it impossible? Could it be that the news is wrong?"

Everyone's first reaction was to doubt the authenticity of the news. As the seventh-level god generals, they knew very well how big the gap between the sixth-level and the nineth-level.

Even if [Duke Zhenguo] is very talented, he must follow the most basic laws in the world, right?

A mere sixth-level mortal is still a vulgar martial artist who can't even look directly at the saint. How can he kill the saint?

"This news was learned by my family elders from the holy realm of Shushan [Xuanming Gonghuatian], and it came from the mouth of the saint."

There is no greater sorrow than death. Zhuge Fan handed the secret report to his colleagues for circulating it, and said with a sad smile as if he was self-deprecating.

"It was originally the Buddhas of [Ganjia Temple, Suye Motian] who wanted to refine the demon master, probably they didn't expect that the [Duke Zhenguo], who was tens of thousands of miles away, would suddenly come back..."

"Even if they think about it, they probably won't care. It's just sixth level...haha..."

It seemed as if he was mocking the gods and Buddhas of the heavens [Suye Motian], and it seemed as if he was mocking himself. Zhuge Fan sighed and looked at the sky covered with clouds outside the tent with relief.

"However, the Duke of Zhenguo] transformed into the [Martial Saint] into the Buddha's Kingdom. The Buddhas of the heavens could not even stop him. He was killed all the way and went straight to the [Ancient Buddha of Lanting]..."

Zhuge Fan's sad whisper echoed in his ears, and he swept the secret report with ten lines at a glance, and several gods fell into deep silence.

"The master of killing, destroying, destroying... the power of the Martial Saint is so terrifying!"

"Whether you are short, you will be enemies!"

"Can even the Supreme Ancient Buddha resist the power of the Martial Saint?"

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They lay flat on the back of the chair at the same time, and everyone muttered to themselves without any interest, even Shen Tu Zhi, who was the hottest, was so autistic that his eyes were lost.

"Wait, it's not right. There is a junior in my family who has also made it to the [Saint List]. The power he can mobilize is at most equivalent to a new god who has just entered the seventh level. Even I can't beat it, let alone deal with the saint..."

After a long time, one of them came to his senses and frowned in confusion.

"There are also differences among saints. The future of others is the Supreme Martial Saint. Your juniors will probably be at the peak seventh level in the future. Can it be the same?"

"Even if you say so, there is still a problem. [The Investiture of Gods] borrows power over a long river of time and can only carry a small part of the authority in the future. It is impossible to fully demonstrate the posture of the peak era, unless..."

Before he finished speaking, a person beside him added with a little heartbroken: "Unless the power of [Duke Zhenguo] to destroy the [Ancient Buddha of Lan Deng] is only a small part of his peak era!"

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In an instant, everyone tied their eyebrows again, revealing an incomprehensible twisted expression.

[Martial Saint] This intensity is a bit too much!

Or is it the one who is strong not the rank, but the [Duke Zhenguo] himself?
To be continued...