"you!

"

Staring angrily, Lu Bachi took a deep breath and suppressed the violence in his chest.

As the founding emperor of the Kingdom of Jin, he was sensitive and contradictory in his heart. He looked down on the weak Damin of the Southern Dynasty, but he also longed for the elegant and noble civilization from the bottom of his heart, and felt inferior to his barbaric and lowly origin.

So he learned Damin's institutional etiquette everywhere, forcing himself to get rid of his rude and rude habits. He started to swallow all the dirty words in his mouth, which were obviously extremely offensive.

I am the man who wants to take over the Central Plains and inherit the destiny!

Don’t curse! Don’t curse! Be as graceful and calm as the noble Emperor Damin!

Frantically hypnotizing himself in his mind, Lu Bachi quickly regained his composure and looked down at his "defeated general", mocking him with a hint of superiority.

"The dignified Damin [Zhen Guo Gong] speaks obscene words. Didn't your parents teach you how to behave?"

On the other side, the twitching nerves in his head gradually calmed down, and Zhao Yinshun sneered disdainfully.

"Uncivilized savages, do you know how to write the word education?"

"How dare you, a mere wild boar waiting to be slaughtered, bark in front of me?"

With one sentence, Lu Bachi broke through his defense instantly, his white teeth gritted loudly, and his ferocious face seemed to choose someone to devour.

If anyone else had said this, he might have laughed it off, but the person in front of him was Damin [Zhen Guo Gong]!

His words represent the will of the Central Empire. Even though he is now the founding emperor of [Dajin], the arrogant Celestial Kingdom in the south still looks down on him from the bottom of his heart!

Beast! Beast!

Sooner or later, one day I will make you, the humble Southerners, kneel at my feet and all become my [Dajin] slaves!

Holding the spear in his hand, Lu Bachi let out a filial roar, and the golden-winged god behind him simultaneously opened its wings with a wingspan of thousands of miles. The blood evil that covered the sky condensed into streaks of bright red divine light, penetrating down like raindrops.

On the other side, Zhao Yinshun's soul was traumatized and his body was exhausted. He had a clear understanding of the limits of his "conventional" combat power and curled his lips unwillingly.

Sure enough...people have their limits...

I originally planned to get along with you as an ordinary person, but what I got in exchange was alienation.

Stop pretending, I'm a cheater, I'm showing off my cards!

Just when Zhao Yinshun was about to use [Reality Modification Points], a deep and vast roar exploded in his ears. The Xuanwu general carrying the sun, moon and stars on his back protected the young man, and let the bright red divine light explode into radiating shapes on the carapace.

Deep pit.

"Roar!"

The pain in his soul was transmitted to reality. Xiong Zhangming gritted his teeth and squeezed out words from between his teeth.

"[Zhen Guo Gong]! Protect Beiming's inheritance, reorganize the Xuanjia Army, and avenge me! Let's go!"

A torrent of mysterious information poured into Zhao Yinshun's mind. A black talisman appeared inexplicably in Zhao Yinshun's palm, and a three-dimensional magic circle formed out of thin air under his feet, threatening to tear the void apart and teleport him to the distant shore of time and space.

"Want to run away? You both will die today!"

On the other side of the battlefield, the evil and handsome [Suzano'o] raised a ferocious smile, and the Yamata-no-Orochi, carrying the mountains and rivers on its back, let out a roar of oscillating dimensions. The eight ferocious snake heads instantly entangled the basalt giant beast, and the sharp fangs pierced into it.

The neck, neck and limbs protected by the carapace are infused with conceptual divine poison.

"Roar!"

With a roar of grief and anger, the giant basalt beast broke away from the bite of the Yamata-no-Orochi and fought one against two like a flashback. It did not lose the slightest, and it suppressed two powerful enemies at the same time.

"Let's go! Tell your Majesty that there are national traitors in the court! The Great Wall defense line cannot be trusted!"

After digesting and absorbing the knowledge passed on by Xiong Zhangming, Zhao Yinshun stared at the Xuanwu Talisman in his palm and frowned slightly.

The teleportation formation around him was about to come out, but it was suppressed by the young man's divinity and could not be activated. Xiong Zhangming saw it and was anxious in his heart. He couldn't understand why [Zhen Guo Gong] was still hesitating even at this time.

On the other side, after understanding some of the supreme military authority, Zhao Yinshun gave up the urge to use [Reality Modification Points].

The eighth-level soldier Yasheng has merged himself with the military soul and turned it into something similar to a conceptual symbol.

The two people in front of you are just the personification of this symbol. No matter how many times you kill them, they will be reborn in the army's faith.

Unless, through [Destruction], the symbol in front of them can be used to reversely inject pollution along the thread of faith, and the existence of tens of millions of troops can be wiped out at once, otherwise, even if there is only one soldier left, they will be able to wake up and be reborn from nothingness.

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Military soul, military soul...

Chewing these two words carefully, it was not until this moment that Zhao Yinshun fully understood the top-level operating logic of the art of war.

In a sense, every soldier is the anchor of the military soul and the material foundation that supports the symbolic level.

If you want to completely "kill" a military soul, you must take action from a realistic level, defeat and massacre them again and again, shake their [faith], and frustrate their [Dao heart], until the last one who inherits the military soul is

Only when people's faith collapses and the past glory is forgotten and abandoned by future generations will this symbol of divinity be completely destroyed.

After understanding this truth, Zhao Yinshun lost interest in spiritual battles.

The North Mingzhu Kingdom fights them so that the actual army will not be suppressed. Why is he, a warrior, doing so hard against illusory things?

The remaining dozen [Reality Modification Points] are not enough to support yourself in erasing tens of millions of troops from the original level at once!

What's more, one of these two guys has fused [Imperial Way] and the other has fused [Shinto]. Just destroying the army may not kill them completely.

It must be wiped out together with most of the citizens of [Jizhou] and [Fuso]. This is too difficult. Even the strongest ninth-level saint cannot do it. The [Reality Modification Points] required are even more immeasurable.

!

Unless, I completely liberate my true posture and return to "heaven"...

Thinking of this, Zhao Yinshun sighed helplessly.

Yes, but not necessary.

It's easier to destroy the body, but it's more time-consuming. I'm afraid I have to follow Bai Qi's example and start bloody massacres one after another...

Kill until they are afraid, kill until they are afraid, kill until they tremble, kill until they kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!

Erasing the belief in resistance from their hearts, the military spirit will naturally perish, just like countless small countries submerged in the long river of history...

Sure enough, confrontation at the national level will ultimately be implemented on specific [people].

Not only do you want to kill people, you also have to kill your heart!

So...if I can’t kill your souls, can’t I kill your people?

With a sneer on his lips, Zhao Yinshun shattered the teleportation circle with a thought in his mind, and his body fell into the void.

"Northern Mystic Pillar Kingdom, continue to shrink the defense line, retreat from Ganghwa County in [Gyeonggi Province], and try to gather the enemy as much as possible."

There was a faint whisper in his ears, and before Xiong Zhangming could recover, the boy in white behind him had already fallen back to the material dimension.

The two sub-sages on the other side of the battlefield looked at each other, feeling an ominous premonition in their hearts.

What does the monster want to do?

At the same time, as soon as he returned to the real world, Zhao Yinshun felt the pressure as heavy as a mountain, and the divine body suspended in mid-air slowly sank uncontrollably.

Looking around, after a few days, the enemy's military killing formation has completely enveloped the world. Any "foreign objects" that do not belong to oneself will be suppressed from the conceptual and legal levels.

In a sense, this can be regarded as the unfolding of the [Army Sacred Realm]...

With his toes touching the ground, Zhao Yinshun clenched his fists, feeling the oily and withered spirit and flesh, and frowned in confusion.

Do you want to use [Reality Modification Points]?

Killing small soldiers is a bit wasteful. With this battle line stretching for nearly ten thousand miles, I can't make back my money even if I kill ten soldiers.

Forget it, just work harder and take your time.

The five fingers holding the sword were slightly loosened, and the majestic and evil [Youhuang God-killing Sword] collapsed into a black light and disappeared into the center of his eyebrows. Zhao Yinshun casually disarmed Niu Lu, who was rushing towards him with red eyes. He grabbed the steel sword and slashed it with his backhand. In an instant,

Cut it in half along the waist.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

!”

Severe pain came from his waist, and the tenacious vitality of the high-level transcendent made this Niulu howl out of breath, screaming in an attempt to retrieve his lower body that had flown several meters away.

Ignoring half of the people crawling and squirming at his feet, Zhao Yinshun swung his sword. The evil and cold Zijin Shutong looked around and looked at the Jizhou soldiers who were cautiously surrounding him, with a sincere smile of joy on his face.

If you can’t solve the problem, then solve the “people” who created the problem!

Fighting in all directions at night!

Stab~

Accompanied by the crisp cutting sound, a simple and unpretentious hidden knife move chopped more than a dozen soldiers into pieces. The thick blood evil aura and the strong armor were like brittle paper, not even giving Zhao Yinshun a trace of jerky touch.

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The shattered limbs and broken arms fell like raindrops. The young man in white took a deep breath, and the hazy blood invisible to the naked eye was absorbed into his body, nourishing his nearly exhausted spirit and flesh.

[Original Demon Fetus] (Myth·SSS Level)

The heaven and earth contain the devil's womb, and the common people turn into blood to eat

The skill that had originally reached its limit gave rise to a new understanding. Zhao Yinshun mobilized energy to restore his state while wandering around the battlefield like a leisurely stroll.
To be continued...