Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 437

"Run, run!"

The patriarch of Youmao came back to his senses, and roared loudly, calming down the panicked clansman for the time being, and fleeing towards the rear.

But soon, an elder flew back in embarrassment, covered in blood, and reported in horror: "Patriarch, we are finished, and the rear retreat has all been cut off by the Qin army!"

Hearing this, the patriarch of Youmao staggered, his mind went blank.

They are surrounded!

"Damn Daqin!"

The patriarch of Youmao roared furiously, his eyes revealed deep-seated hatred, his hands were surrounded by black light, and a black profound sword was condensed, and he stabbed out.

Endless anger has gone to his head.

The monstrous murderous aura soared into the sky, like a sea of ​​blood, flowing between the heaven and the earth.

Sword Qi is unparalleled, splitting everything!
Faced with this attack, Bai Qi's face remained unchanged, and he even wanted to laugh a little. A warrior at the peak of quasi-emperor dared to attack a warrior at the emperor level.

Who gave him the courage?

"die!"

The blood sword in Bai Qi's hand trembled slightly, and a sword energy burst out.

This sword has endless murderous aura, spreading all over the sky!

This sword made the wind raging in the void turn cold, as if there were countless dead ghosts roaring, extremely bloody.

The sword energy cast by the patriarch Youmao was directly shattered.

Even the battle sword in his hand was broken inch by inch!

And what he endured was only the aftermath of Bai Qi's sword energy, the truly terrifying thing hadn't come yet.

"No"

Patriarch Youmao's pupils dilated, his eyes filled with fear, but in the next breath, he was enveloped in sword energy and exploded into a cloud of blood mist, leaving no bones left.

"Genocide!"

Bai Qi suspended in the air, and ordered coldly.

The majesty of the vast imperial realm is like countless sacred mountains, covering a radius of ten thousand miles, and the soldiers of the Youmao tribe can't move.

"kill!"

There were sounds of killing coming from all directions.

After rescuing the captive human race, the soldiers of Suzaku turned around and headed towards Shicheng.

Kill all aliens you meet!
A streak of blood-colored smoke traversed the sky, like a blood-colored dragon entrenched, covering thousands of miles, making everything extremely small.

Killing, carried out in the flaming city!
screams, despair, pleading, cursing
It resounds endlessly!

But no one feels pity. Seeing the imprisoned human race, the soldiers of the Suzaku army completely turned into gods of killing.

"General, a total of more than 3000 million people have been rescued, but due to long-term captivity, most of them are in poor condition and numb!"

A lieutenant stepped forward and said in a mournful voice.

"Their revenge has already been avenged for them. As for whether they can come out, it depends on the court!"

Bai Qi sighed, but the murderous aura in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Race war!

It is so cruel!
The only thing he can do is to conquer the alien race and do his best to protect the safety of the human race.

Two hours later, the Youmao Clan was declared destroyed.

Bai Qi even made a move himself, severing the inheritance of the Youmao Clan with one sword.

Qin Jun continued to go deep, advancing towards the next alien race, and raised the butcher's knife high.

The news of the Youmao Clan's demise quickly spread throughout the Thousand Monsters Sacred Court, causing panic among many alien races, especially those near the border, who made up their minds to migrate overnight.

Due to the speed of migration, many human races who were raised in captivity survived.

Of course, many human races were also killed, which is unavoidable.

At the same time, the memorial on how to arrange the rescued human race was also sent to the court and placed on the desks of the monarchs and ministers, which became a headache.

In response to this problem, Qin Wudao held a special court meeting to discuss together.

"Your Majesty, most of the human races in captivity have lost their relatives and their self-esteem has been destroyed. What we have to do is to encourage them and let them regain their confidence in life!"

Zhuge Liang came out and suggested loudly.

"It makes sense!"

Qin Wudao nodded slightly after hearing this, and asked loudly: "My dear friends, who is willing to go to the west to educate the people and reset their minds?"

Hearing the words, all the officials in the palace were a little bit moved, to educate hundreds of millions of people, that is the supreme merit!

Leave a name in history!

The merit is holy!

But thinking of the arduous task, many ministers shook their heads again. To educate all living beings, at least one must be an Emperor Realm Sorcerer and be proficient in literature.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go!"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to move forward!"

Two loud voices echoed in the hall almost at the same time.

Dong Zhongshu and Wang Yangming stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

The mighty literary energy gathered above the heads of the two, shining like a galaxy, giving people endless mystery, capable of enlightening all living beings and opening up the wisdom of the people.

Whether it is Dong Zhongshu or Wang Yangming, they are all peerless capable people.

Dong Zhongshu in the early Western Han Dynasty absorbed the theories of a hundred schools of thought, advocated the idea of ​​"removing a hundred schools of thought and respecting Confucianism alone", and put forward important theories such as "interaction between heaven and man" and "three cardinal principles and five constant principles".

Wang Yangming, who lived in the Ming Dynasty, founded the "Yin Yang Mind Study" on the basis of Confucianism, and was honored as a "sage" by many people!
"allow!"

Qin Wudao thought about the experience of the two, and ordered solemnly: "Two lovers, each of you will form a team of 500 people and go to the territory of the Thousand Monsters Holy Court to help the human race through the difficulties!"

"As ordered!"

The two saluted respectfully.

On the same day, Dong Zhongshu and Wang Yangming took their students and traveled westward.

This trip will interpret the aspirations and traditions of the Chinese literati to "establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for life, inherit knowledge for the past, and create peace for all generations".

Five days later, Dong Zhongshu was suspended in mid-air in the original Youmao Clan's residence, and his talent pierced through the air, like a vast ocean surging between heaven and earth.

On the ground, there are densely packed human races, some of them are standing, some are lying on the ground, their expressions are numb and dull.

"From ancient times to the present, the human race has grown from being barren to being strong, tempered with blood and fire, opened up territories and expanded the land, and achieved today's grand status!"

"The human race in the ancient times was concerned about the country and the people. Their ambition can surpass the sky. They are not afraid of difficulties. They are proud of the world with their chivalrous bones. They have achieved extraordinary feats. They never give up and strive for the world!"

"Today, the monarchs are in trouble, they are insulted by aliens, and their family members are killed. This is Wanqiu's tragedy. However, people cannot be resurrected after death, and life should be the same as before!"

"The Holy Court of Great Qin will work with you to rebuild your homeland!"

"You will be the people of Great Qin."

Dong Zhongshu's gentle voice echoed in the ears of the world, and golden lotuses fell into the hundreds of millions of people below.

Many confused human races began to show sadness in their eyes, lying on the ground and crying loudly!
Many people stood up and shouted loudly, as if they wanted to vent all the pain and sadness in their hearts.

Seeing this, Dong Zhongshu, who was hanging in the air, showed a smile, which was a good sign.

Tens of thousands of miles away, on a plain, Wang Yangming stood on a high platform built, surrounded by the laws of literature and Taoism.

In front of him, hundreds of millions of people were born again!

(End of this chapter)