The desolate plains are only burnt charcoal grass, and under the vast cloudless sky is the snow-capped mountains. The skyline is a little bit of orange and yellow. In the darkness, the wizard in a long robe faces the south, quietly waiting for Cang Yan to give orders.

Cang Yan's face was solemn, surrounded by Yin Sa and the wizard Zhen Jue, and in front of him was the shining ancient Taoist Feixin Tree.

Two or six hearts exudes infinite vitality, and their roots are connected by many bright red lines. The transparent "trunk" is flowing veins. This tree is like a person, with blood, heart, muscles, skeletons, and even vague thinking, exuding an attractive and depraved evil charm.

Those who created the ancient Tao Fei heart-making method may never have imagined that someone would have cruelly connected so many hearts together. That person would never have imagined that before that, this slightly bare tree had bear fruit.

The Feather Tree was gently placed on a huge disc by the soldiers - made by craftsmen with complete granite.

Blood condenses on the branches, drop by drop, and falls lightly into the stone plate. The stone plate is a structure that is completely symmetrical and sunken toward the center. The blood can flow back to the roots of the Feixin tree and will never be wasted.

The wizard stood behind the Feixin Tree, and then gathered the northern people who watched the miracle, including the Central Plains people who defected to Cang Yan. They stood on tiptoe, held their breath while pushing, and did not make any sound. Tens of thousands of people formed a grand silent drama. The earth seemed to be unable to bear the weight of so many people, and a low and unknown roar came from the ground.

This ceremony was so fascinating that later generations didn't even need to hear the person who came first to explain anything. They stood in a sympathetic manner and waited for the wizards to launch the greatest, evil and terrifying witchcraft in the world - nuclear dissolution.

The arrival of the messenger broke the silence. The war horse with its head held high was suppressed by the treacherous atmosphere and slowed down. The messenger jumped off the horse and walked to Cang Yan's side.

"Sir, let the three Central Plains warriors escape and failed to catch them."

As expected, a huge explosion occurred in the military camp, and it was a blessing that only three warriors escaped.

Cang Yan waved his hand and signaled the soldiers to retreat.

It is necessary to act, otherwise the fleeing warriors will bring the news of a change within the Northern Army back to the capital. Hu Yi will definitely lead the army to counterattack. Tonight the soldiers are too exhausted, and Cang Yan is unable to organize resistance at all. They will lose again and again, and they will end up like their fathers - pushing them to the guillotine.

At present, Feixinshu has launched at most two nuclear dissolutions. No one can guarantee how much damage the nuclear dissolution can cause. No one even knows how it will be presented. But Cang Yan and the wizards both knew that nuclear dissolution should not be used on the front line. It must affect its own side. The rebels in the northern border can no longer bear the losses of more soldiers.

Therefore, the goal of the first nuclear dissolution is very clear and it is the only one - Beijing.

Destroy the capital, so that the Western Dynasties dare not act rashly.

Cang Yan took a steady breath twice, and placed his palm on the top of the Feixin Tree.

The plump ancient Taoist Feixin is Subi's heart.

He couldn't help but frown, and sadness and sadness turned into uncontrollable tears, circling in his eyes.

Subi, what a powerful man, chose to sacrifice for the future of the Northern Army.

Cang Yan blinked, thinking when he would have become kind-hearted? Perhaps it was influenced by Xu Zhongheng. Although King Shenyue was no longer as wise as before, his kindness in his heart was always the same.

He took a step back.

Even those who do not understand martial arts can feel the tremendous energy contained in the Feixin Tree, not to mention that Cang Yan himself is also familiar with martial arts.

At this moment, he became the person who determines the future destiny of the world. This wonderful universe has reached the fork. With his order, the world will embark on a completely different path, a new era of transformation.

The morning light is dim, just suitable for destruction.

"Motivate." He said to Zhenjue.

"Please go to a safe place."

Zhenjue's expression was also intriguing, and he was excited and nervous.

Nuclear dissolution - a witchcraft that only exists in the imagination of the predecessors, will be transformed into reality and may become its burial. In any case, he will be famous throughout the ages, good or bad.

The old-fashioned but energetic wizard raised his hands, his dry hands, as if they were stacked with straw and branches. His high emotions infected all the wizards. The seven wizards raised their hands at the same time, silently chanting their own language in their mouths, and a grand and mysterious ceremony happened quietly.

The thunder rumbling, and the sultry heat fell from the sky, pressing everyone out of breath. People who have never been exposed to death can also sense the arrival of death. The black and red air slowly rises from the branches of the Feixin Tree, and the air becomes stronger and stronger. The world finally sees light, but now it is about to return to darkness. The moonlight is gone, and the sun is swallowed up. The figures of the wizards also disappear into the black and red air early. These airs have entities, spreading little by little, pushing the crowds around them out little by little.

The air became hot and anxious, and a disaster that was completely opposite to the temperature of the snow roar seemed to be coming. The strong wind and heat rolled, the sand and stones flew, and the earth was shaking.

Cang Yan stood on the distant hillside, squinted his eyes, licked his dry lips, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

This is a witchcraft that determines success or failure, and you must never go on a business trip!

He ordered this, but who should I give this order? All the wizards were feeling the stones across the river. He could not force it, and Zhen Jue would not make a promise.

The sky was pierced by black fog. Looking up, there were only black vortexes.

After a long time, the person who had been holding his breath had suffocated and fainted. Time was infinitely extended. The world was hazy with a convex lens, and everything he saw became deformed.

Suddenly, there was a loud "boom".

The earth seemed to shatter, and the panicked horse fell to the ground, hitting its head and bleeding.

A dazzling beam of light suddenly penetrated through the thick fog, and the breath that spread around suddenly gathered to the same point. The terrible roar broke through the sky, and the unprepared people hurriedly covered their ears, but blood was uncontrollably flowing out of their ears.

The light burned out the black and red air, the clouds cleared and the sun rose, and the haystacks in the distance ignited a raging fire. Under the warm sun, a delicate and tiny fireball broke through the clouds, and a flawless white belt appeared in the blue sky, with its tail connected to the Feixin Tree.

Where will the head fall?

Cang Yan sighed happily, they were still alive. He rode a war horse - a calm war horse, and returned to the wizard.

"Success?"

Zhenjue's eyes were dragged very long, as if he had become five or six years old in an instant. He shook his head stiffly, staggered a few steps, and fell down without warning, just like other wizards.

Cang Yan ordered the soldiers to take them to the clinic immediately, and he followed them immediately. Before leaving, he saw the bloodless Feixin Tree.
Chapter completed!