Within the Chu State camp.

The Wucheng Army blocked the Central Army's camp and began to plunder in an organized manner.

Duan Yu was patrolling around with Qin Feiyu.

Qin Feiyu looked while walking.

The soldiers were easy to distinguish from the generals. The soldiers fell to the ground and died, and the death was terrible.

The elite soldiers and the masters could run for a while before they fell to the ground in shock, and the despair on their faces before they died was frozen in surprise.

This heavy atmosphere made him almost breathless.

"Report! Xiong Zhou's body has been found!"

Half a day later, a messenger came to report, and Qin Feiyu visited Xiong Zhou's body again.

He was escorted by a team of elite soldiers and rushed to the edge of the camp. His body was stiff and he drew his sword and roared. He should be very unwilling to accept it?

As the uncle of the King of Chu, he was of noble blood and was invincible to lead an army of 100,000. He was able to capture Zhicheng with just a hand, but he didn't expect the ship to capsize in the gutter.

He had silk all over his body, and there were many talismans and magic weapons hidden inside. Unfortunately, he had military energy before, and none of them worked.

By the time it could be used, it was dead again.

"Is there no Fei Heng's body?"

Duan Yu looked at it and ordered the elite soldiers of the Five Poisons to record the precious data after the field test: "The poison gas spreads for dozens of miles, and the second level of the military rank is dangerous, but the third level of the military rank can escape..."

Maybe Xiong Zhou also had a chance, but he was not decisive enough and wanted to save it at the beginning, but lost the best time to escape.

But at least, it is difficult for a general with the first level of military strategist to run dozens of miles in one breath.

Even Fei Heng, after escaping, was poisonous and he did not dare to stay for a long time, so he could only flee in panic.

One hundred thousand military camps, supplies, corpses... it took three days to sort them out.

On the third day, all the people in Zhicheng were driven out, burned the bodies, and dug a large pit to bury them.

In addition, a huge Jingguan was built with human heads, covered with soil on the outside and piled up like a pyramid. The peak was naturally the location of Xiong Zhou.

After the completion of Jingguan, Duan Yu also invited Bai Zhi and other vassals and officials, led by Shu Bao and Taoyi, to watch, which scared many people to faint on the spot.

The people bowed their heads and dared not move.

People are still those people. When the 100,000 troops arrived, they were all ready to fight with Duan Yu.

But after being pulled out to see the Shura Field, it turned into a quail again.

Not only that, Duan Yu even felt a trace of luck converging, but this was a manifestation of Shiba City and Urakami's beginning to surrender.

This is not very lucky, but it is endless, as if a spring is constantly eroding its own sins.

‘Sure enough, the people are afraid of power but do not have virtue… and the essence of any system lies in being able to kill and seize life and death! If you don’t hold this power, how can the people convince you?’

Looking at this scene, Duan Yu felt aware of the domineering method.

...

Inside Zhicheng.

Zijun had red eyes and vomited continuously after coming back.

He wiped his tears, came to the secret room, and met the Master: "It's true, all the 100,000 royal troops were destroyed, and the thief actually cut off their heads and built Jingguan! He said he wanted to warn future generations! How cruel? I, a native of Chu in Nanju, would he be trembling under the rule of this tyrant of the only husband?"

The Master didn't say a word, but just silently wrapped a white headscarf.

This is a mourning ceremony for the 100,000 troops who died outside the city, and their expressions turned to resoluteness: "It doesn't matter whether Nanjuzhou belongs to Wu Yue or Chu. Even if I fight for this life, I will assassinate this person!"

This is not only because of Daxia's suggestion, but also because of the cruelty of this person.

The most important thing is that the Master heard the actions of Qu Xujun, the scholar-official master of the great Fengpu, and keenly realized that this method was almost incompatible with Confucianism.

Different ways, and no one can make plans for each other.

Once you give it great prosperity, will there be no foothold for Confucian scholars in the world?

Therefore, for the sake of justice, this thief will be destroyed!

After sending Zijun away, the Master pondered for a moment and took out a brass mirror.

The seal script on the back of this mirror is visible to people, and there is a hazy cloud hidden in it, which is very strange.

As the dry palm rubbed, rustling and rustling sound came out.

After a while, the mirror was blurred, and two red lights seemed to appear in the clouds: "I think it's time for you to contact us!"

"I feel ashamed of all the 100,000 troops!" said the Master sighing.

"There was something that no one expected when Qu Xujun obtained the inheritance of the plague god Taoist!" Two red lights inside said: "After this battle, Nan Ju will probably get everything he has. It is indeed a variable of the secret of heaven, and my Dragon Court has a great trouble!"

"Since it's a big trouble, why not assassinate him immediately?" The Master's voice turned solemn: "Even if this boy is more successful, he will be punished by God. It's the best time!"

"I don't want to, but I really can't..."

The voice inside sighed: "Not only practices Taoism, but also has military cultivation to protect him. He is the master of the land, with powerful soldiers and elite soldiers and sanitation. We have sent someone to try it. The ordinary soul is close to him and he will be killed with one punch..."

"Even if this is the case...even if this is the case... If Longting spares no expense, why can't a mere military general assassinate him?"

The Master's voice turned stern: "If there is any driving force, I can take this life away!"

After a while of silence, the voice continued:

"We have weak power in Wuyue and have no influence... As for other martial arts masters, they all have their own tasks, or they are beyond the reach... As for the divine and the Immortal Sect, it is really difficult for the Dragon Court to draw power, and even the original deity returned to the Dragon Court."

"Why?" the Master asked: "Where is the Dragon Court?"

There was another silence, and the voice was inconsistent, and he said:

"In short, the best chance to kill this variable is not now, but when he establishes himself as a prince and becomes a great soul... Xuantian does not want extraordinary people to live forever, let alone emperors?"

Crack! Crack!

The bronze mirror is broken and the palm is cut.

The Master let the blood flow, but his face suddenly became gloomy.

...

Underworld, somewhere.

Outside, the sky thunder dances wildly and the wind blows, which is almost destroying everything.

In a certain yellow light ball, a piece of dragon court land stands tall and supports it with difficulty.

"It's here again, God's will backfire! Fortunately, if you survive this wave, you will have a few more years of leisure!"

A god with black and red eyes looked at the scene and whispered.

Behind him are many army of ghosts, which is the accumulation of a dynasty in Daxia.

In addition, there is even a Taoist soul to help.

Although they describe it vaguely, they all look at Taoism, and they are all above the real people who travel at night.

Facing the power of heaven and earth, even if the Tao is exquisite, it is very difficult. Fortunately, there is yellow light protection on the outer edge of the blessed land.

Roar!

Suddenly, a dragon roar came from the depths of the blessed land, and the yellow light surged.

Amid the dragon roar, a firm voice came out:

"Xuan Tian is dead, Huang Tian should stand!"

...

Duan Yu was in a good mood at this time.

Thanks to the endless revenue of luck, sooner or later, the sins can be washed away.

The so-called sins and resentment are the gathering of strong spirits when a person dies. How can a hundred thousand people compete with the beliefs of hundreds of thousands, millions, and even tens of millions of people?

Therefore, it is okay for the general to massacre the city and destroy the country.

Now I returned to the quiet room, sat cross-legged, and something appeared in my hands, which was the red lotus black iron token.

This was also found in the military camp. Duan Yu knew something was wrong at first sight. After a careful search, he immediately got a lot of things.

"Daxia Dragon Court? I finally know your details!"

Duan Yu smiled and eight words suddenly appeared in his heart: "Xuan Tian is dead, Huang Tian should stand!"

This is the only clue obtained from the person who searched for the token carefully plundered. Although it only has eight characters, its meaning made Duan Yusizhi shudder.

"We need to exchange heaven for heaven. To be lighter, it is necessary to rebel, to change the color of mountains and rivers, and to be even more amazing..."

Because he was originally a person from another world, he was more acceptable to the theory of another world and believed it without doubt.

"Daxia lost its destiny and died in the past. So does this Xuantian refer to the will of the local world? When it comes back, the destiny obtained comes from Huangtian?"

As for which Huang Tian family is, Duan Yu is just guessing that maybe it is another world?

If this is true, many doubts can be solved.
To be continued...