Let you be a proton, you chase the empress of the enemy country?

"Saint, wait a moment, wait until I destroy your coalition army surnamed Ji, and then sit down and have a good chat with you!"

After a short sentence.

Zhao Ning resumed directing, completely leaving Ji Dong aside.

Before entering the dark capital, she was conducting sand table deduction with Zhao Ji and other famous generals every day.

Almost all styles of play have been deduced.

Siege warfare, city defense warfare, and street fighting are the most important of them.

The maps of Anyi and the old capital of Haojing had been firmly engraved in her mind.

Even including the strength of his subordinates, and even the style of leading troops of each general, he is very clear.

As long as the communication remains open.

No matter what changes happen to Anyi, she can find the optimal solution immediately.

Look at her methodical, no sloppy style.

Ji Dong couldn't help showing an expression of appreciation, and even a hint of envy in his eyes.

What he just said was not wrong.

A sage has an appointment and cannot overwhelm others.

For this battle, he has done everything he can do.

If he is good at military command, maybe he can compete with one of the "two saints" as a commander.

But now, just quietly appreciate Zhao Ning's command.

This look.

That's one day.

From dawn to dusk, apart from eating a few mouthfuls of dry food, Zhao Ning put all his thoughts on commanding and thinking on the battlefield.

She didn't even drink water to avoid unnecessary toilet trips.

As for Ji Dong on the side.

She didn't even glance at it.

If he is really a saint, he has nothing to do with himself.

If he wasn't a saint, Eunuch Cao would have been able to resist him for a period of time, regardless of whether his backhands could beat Ji Dong, they would not be able to catch him without a fight.

In short, the battle is the most important.

However, seeing that Ji Dong hadn't moved much, he didn't think he was lying.

Street fighting is too brutal.

Even if there is a gap in the average cultivation of the two sides, it is impossible to form a crushing trend.

It takes at least three days to see the results.

"call……"

At the turn of day and night, the battlefield was quiet for a while, seven hours of high-intensity fighting, some people with low cultivation base must have reached their limit of physical strength.

In a short period of time, the intensity of the fighting between the two sides is basically impossible to return to the daytime level.

And Zhao Ning was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

I took a sip of tea.

He rubbed his swollen head.

Ji Dong couldn't help but praised: "My nephew, as a daughter, is actually proficient in all aspects of government, government and military. It really makes me ashamed!"

"Oh?"

Zhao Ning looked at him with a half-smile and said, "If everything in politics and military art is perfect, then the prince might as well give it a try. It is rumored that as long as the prince is sincere and devotes his heart and blood to the daughter's body, it is not enough for the prince to give it a try." Impossible!"

Although this Ji Dong seemed to have blocked the perception of others.

But who knows if there is something like a voice-recording conch on his body?
She will not take it lightly, and is found to take advantage of the opportunity.

"Uh……"

Ji Tong's face froze for a moment, Zhao Ning spoke cautiously as he expected.

I just didn't expect her to speak so aggressively.

He smiled and waved his hands: "Who is close to vermilion is red and close to ink is black, nephew's words are like swords, Ying Wuji is really a wonderful person."

Zhao Ning's tone was flat: "Your Majesty! The outcome is not yet decided. No matter how much you and I talk, it will be gossip. If you have nothing to say before the battle, then wait a little longer. It won't take long for the Ji surnamed coalition forces to be wiped out. "

Say it.

He stood up directly.

After inspecting the military situation of Ashes that just appeared, he quickly took out a piece of talisman paper, wrote the military order on it, and burned it away.

"It's worthy of the name of the Second Saint!"

Ji Dong was not angry because of her disrespect, but admired her more and more.

Such a great talent at such a young age.

Normally, the kings of various countries will focus on handling the government affairs when training princes.

Military literacy is also required.

But as long as you have a big picture.

As for the ability to command in battle, it is really dispensable.

But there are always exceptions.

The Kingdom of Chu originated in a barren land, and relying on the title of Viscount conferred by the Emperor Zhou, it suddenly conquered a large area of ​​land. In a difficult situation, the kings of Chu in all dynasties had the experience of personally conquering.

King Wu Ling devoted himself to handling military and state affairs, and as the monarch of a country, he also made a great reputation on the battlefield.

Not far away is Ying Yue, who has outstanding military exploits and conquered the three kingdoms of Rong and Diyan, and has completely established the name of the kingdom of tigers and wolves.

No surprises.

These are all very ambitious monarchs.

Zhao Ji cultivated Zhao Ning in this way, presumably he also had the ambition to win the world.

However, this Zhao Ning is also extremely good at handling government affairs.

It's no wonder that the old Taoist surnamed Bai regarded him as one of the "two saints".

Ji Dong was a little emotional.

If I had such talent when I was young.

Presumably, the long-cherished wish in my heart will be fulfilled long ago, right?
Mere talent may not be enough.

The hard work behind this is enough to make many people look up.

Unfortunately.

This girl is still too confident after all.

Ji Dong didn't think Zhao could win.

This time, all the elites with the Ji surname came here, and their overall strength was higher than that of the Zhao family.

There are also many excellent commanders.

Strategy and hard power are always greater than tactics.

Starting from the historian whom he sent to plan the Muye Monument, it was impossible for the Zhao family to win.

but……

"Ok?"

Ji Dong couldn't help frowning.

Because he could only see the intention of killing from Zhao Ning's expression, but he couldn't see the slightest pressure.

Didn't the Zhao family fall behind on the battlefield?

He suddenly felt something was wrong, the spiritual consciousness of the saint realm spread quickly, covering the whole Anyi in just an instant.

See the results.

But it left him speechless.

Just one day.

Blood was scattered all over every corner of Anyi.

The casualty rate of Zhao's elite has reached [-]%. No matter how you look at it, sacrificing [-] elites a day is an extremely tragic result.

But the casualties of the coalition forces surnamed Ji were even more terrifying.

It directly soared to [-]%.

Thirty thousand!

Why is it worse than Zhao's situation?
What happened on this day?
With only Zhao's strength, how can he do this?
This question just came up.

The next scene told him the answer.

……

an alley.

A few wounded soldiers surnamed Ji were hiding in the corner, they had already been placed alone, and a group of Zhao family elites outside were searching for patching knives.

The wounded soldier surnamed Ji didn't dare to show his breath, because once caught, he would only die.

Such street fighting.

To be tolerant to the enemy is to be cruel to the comrades in arms.

There is no chance of leaving a small life as a prisoner of war.

Soon, Zhao's elite entered the alley.

It's just that the search seemed to be in a hurry, and I gave up this alley when I was almost at the door.

The wounded soldier surnamed Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief, and did not dare to act immediately. After observing for a long time, he found a loophole in the search and escaped from the encirclement all the way.

at last.

They join up with a small group of Bo Ji, as long as their injuries are healed, they will be a hero again in street fighting tomorrow.

But he never thought that just after he breathed a sigh of relief, the sky was covered by a rain of arrows.

In a round of arrow rain, [-]% of the soldiers surnamed Ji in the courtyard were killed or injured.

Then a team of Zhao's elite broke in.

The soldier surnamed Ji was beheaded completely by them in the midst of panic.

"This……"

Ji Dong suddenly realized that this scene coincided with the military order written on Zhao Ning's talisman paper.

This time the coalition forces surnamed Ji are indeed elite.

Although there is a unified command, they are not trained in a unified way after all, and their execution ability is indeed inferior to Zhao's, especially when encountering a commander like Zhao Ning.

of course.

What surprised Ji Dong the most was the elite combat power of the Zhao family.

The confrontation ended very quickly just now, and there was indeed a reason for Ji's low morale.

But Ji Dong could tell that the average strength of Zhao's soldiers was far stronger than he had imagined.

just like.

The darkness didn't have any influence on them in general.

No wonder the coalition forces surnamed Ji were suppressed to death by the Zhao family.

But how did they do it!
Do they really have [-] glazed mirrors?
and many more!

Ji Tong's pupils shrank.

The previous scene-stealing battle was full of uproar.

The glazed mirror naturally took the most limelight, but before that, there had never been such a thing as a glazed mirror in this world!

No one cared where the glazed mirror came from before.

but now.

Ji Dong had to think about this question.

Li Guo!

It can only be Li Guo!
But how did they get so many of this rare item?

"The surname Ji is defeated!"

Although he was unwilling in his heart, he still made this assertion.

There is a gap in command. If Ji's average strength is as great as imagined, there is still a chance to fight, but the expected advantage has become a disadvantage, so there is no need to fight at all.

One day, although the outcome is uncertain.

But he knew Ji's hole card, and he basically had no chance of turning over.

Ji Dong glanced at Zhao Ning thoughtfully, his expression was no longer so relaxed, but he still didn't intend to do anything.

really!

Things went as he expected.

On the first day, the battle losses of both sides were extremely tragic, and the Zhao family only had a small advantage.

But on the second day, there was a clear gap in the morale of the two sides.

On the third day, the morale of the surname Ji was low, the commander lost the trust of the coalition forces, and the execution power, which was already at a disadvantage, completely collapsed.

from this day.

The battle is completely over.

From brutal street fighting to a horror game where whoever can't hide and seek will die.

During this period, Ji's only decent counterattack was to send masters to assassinate Zhao Ning, but they all returned without success under Eunuch Cao's hands, and even left the body here.

Fourth day.

Zhao changed tactics.

From murder to murder.

As long as the soldiers of the Wei and Han families can be tied up, one of them can give them a chance to survive.

Some people hesitated at first.

But after the first Han family soldier was kidnapped, this fragile coalition completely collapsed.Because Zhao's advantage is getting bigger and bigger, continuing to fight can only end in annihilation of the whole army.

the next three days.

Completely fell into the carnival of backstabbers.

The elites sent by the Wei and Han families were completely gone, leaving about [-] elites from other families as prisoners of war.

20-level street fighting.

The Zhao family had [-] casualties, and the Ji surname alliance had [-] casualties.

In the city of Anyi.

Cheering and howling.

One side is like a mourning concubine.

This result made it difficult for everyone surnamed Ji to accept.

"call!"

Zhao Ning finally let out a long sigh of relief. After several days of high-intensity commanding, she only felt that her eyes were dark and she had a faint feeling of mental breakdown.

But luckily it's all over.

With bouts of commotion.

Xin Zhao led his men, pressing the two captives up the tower.

With two kicks, they kicked on the bend of their legs.

The two knelt down in front of Zhao Ning with a bang.

Xin Zhao grinned and said, "Your Highness! The heads of the Wei and Han families are here!"

"Han You?"

"Weixun?"

Zhao Ning sat on the chair, looked at the two people in front of him with a half-smile, and pointed out: "These are the pillars of our Dali!"

Said to be a pillar.

Not exaggerating at all.

Han You is Han Zhe's younger brother.

Wei Xun is Wei Huan's cousin.

Both are direct descendants of the two families, and they hold important positions in the court, and they are well-deserved core members of the two families.

Also!

No wonder he was sent to fight this crucial battle.

Wei Xun snorted coldly: "Since I've become His Highness's prisoner, it's up to me to kill or cut him up. There's no need to say some sarcastic remarks!"

These days.

He had a hard time.

Originally thought it was only used to pick up a city.

Later, it became a siege. With luck, the siege turned into street fighting.

If you think about a miserable victory, you can win a miserable victory, as long as you can capture the city.

As a result, who would have thought that these elite Zhao family members would be so powerful.

After the command authority collapsed, they went through the horror of being caught and dying for several days.

Then came the collapse ending of being betrayed by an ally.

tired.

Destroy it!
Zhao Ning smiled lightly: "You will die naturally, but I am not the one who killed you."

Wei Xun's pupils shrank, as if thinking of something.

Zhao Ning clapped his hands: "Come here! Bring me here."

"Yes!"

Xin Zhao's voice sounded, and soon another young man came up, it was Wei Xun's son, Wei Da!
The father and son looked at each other in shock, they didn't expect each other to be alive.

The eyes are divided at the touch of a touch, lest Zhao Ning use the identities of father and son to make a fuss.

Unfortunately this move was in vain.

Zhao Ning glanced at Han Zhe who had been kneeling on the ground without saying a word, and threw a dagger over him casually.

"Stab!"

The dagger cut the ropes that bound him, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Zhao Ning's voice was flat: "If you kill Wei Xun, two of you three will live alive. If you don't kill Wei Xun, you three will die together!"

Hearing this, the three of them raised their heads together and looked at Zhao Ning in horror.

What a poisonous thought!
Han You gritted his teeth and was about to say something.

Zhao Ning interrupted with a smile: "I heard that after Han Juan destroyed the Muye Stele and became a sword spirit, your elder brother's status in the family has been greatly affected. If I remember correctly, you should be the head of the family. The best candidate for the position?

This defeat is due to Ji's surname, and you still have the possibility to become the King of Han.

With Zhao's cooperation, it is not difficult to make meritorious service. "

Han You lowered his head with a struggling expression.

a long time.

Finally made up his mind, he picked up the dagger and walked towards Wei Xun.

Zhao Ning added: "99 knives, not more, not less!"

Han You gritted his teeth and raised his right hand holding the dagger.

soon.

There was the sound of blood arrows soaring from the city tower.

There was also Wei Xun's muffled groan, and the young man's scolding voice.

It's just that they were all gathered up by the sound-proof symbols, and none of them came out of the city tower.

A quarter of an hour later.

Wei Xun was lying on the ground bloody and bloody. No.90 cut his throat with nine knives.

And Wei Da, already howling to the point of exhaustion, glared at Han You angrily.

Han You was covered in blood.

Even though it is summer, the blood cools down so quickly, it was still warm one moment, and then becomes bitingly cold in the blink of an eye.

He felt that he was kicked into the ice hole, rinsed in the ice water and then lifted up.

I couldn't stop shaking.

Suppressing the panic in his heart, he knelt down towards Zhao Ning: "Your Highness, do not disgrace what you entrust!"

Zhao Ning nodded lightly, pointed at Wei Da, and said to Xin Zhao: "Take him away! Find a place to detain him, and no one is allowed to approach without an order!"

"Yes!"

Watching Xin Zhao take people away.

Zhao Ningcai looked at Han You with a faint smile: "Aiqing, please get up! Aiqing is the humerus of the court, and the stability of the country will depend on Aiqing!"

Han You stood up tremblingly, and couldn't help but said, "Your Highness..."

Zhao Ning smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry! On the day the three families divide Li, Wei Da will die! I don't think a secret can threaten the king of a country, as long as Ai Qing can cooperate well before the three families divide Li!"

"Yes!"

Han You finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after saluting to Zhao Ning, he was taken away.

He didn't want to harm the interests of the Han family.

But on the one hand, he sacrificed himself to his family and let his eldest brother sit on the throne of King Han.

On the other hand, he kept the hope of becoming King Han alive.

Which to choose.

There is no need to hesitate at all!
As a result, there were only a few people left on the tower.

Only then did Zhao Ning slowly brew two cups of tea, and pushed one of them in front of Ji Dong.

She smiled lightly and said: "The battle is over, the prince can say something!"

Until now, she is unwilling to believe that the leader who teaches for me is a saint.

But things are already obvious.

From the beginning to the end, Han You and Wei Xun, two strong soldiers, were not aware of Ji Dong's existence at all.

Moreover, Ji Dong never intended to attack him.

Apart from "saint", there seems to be no other explanation for this.

Ji Dong couldn't help but smiled slightly: "My nephew's methods are really straightforward. In this way, before the three families are divided, the Han family may be obediently sucked by the Zhao family."

The Wei and Han families lost close to [-] elites together.

Moreover, it will be radiated by Anyi, the dark city.

Both morale and grand strategy will be at a disadvantage.

If the Han family makes another two hundred and five like Han You, the days to come will probably be very sad.

Although he witnessed the truth of the matter.

But you can't interfere too deeply with the affairs of the Han family.

"Just barely catching the prince's move!"

Zhao Ning took a sip of tea: "The prince should tell me, what is the purpose of coming to the door this time!"

Ji Tong smiled and waved his hands: "There is no other purpose. I just want to see the defeat of one of the two saints with my own eyes. It's just that I feel a little embarrassed by saying it now."

His mouth was dull.

There was no trace of regret on his face.

The defeat of the coalition forces surnamed Ji just seemed to make him feel a little regretful.

Zhao Ning said with a light smile, "I've let the prince down!"

She naturally didn't believe Ji Dong's words.

Calm down.

But in fact, the vigilance in my heart has never let go.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Ji Dong took the initiative to say: "This time I took the liberty to come to the door, but I actually want to explore the path of sainthood with my nephew."

"The Road of Saints?"

Zhao Ning was a little curious: "My lord has already achieved the position of saint, so why bother to explore the path of saint like me?"

Ji Tong shook his head: "The heart of a sage is easy to obtain, but the path of a sage is hard to find. If any path of a sage can be followed, why is the world still in chaos?"

Zhao Ning thought slightly.

This is indeed the case.

A hundred schools of thought have been vying for the state religion for a long time, but none of them has succeeded, because the road has not been cleared.

She looked at Ji Tong: "Then, does the lord want to hear about my way of sainthood, or to promote your own way of sainthood?"

"sell?"

Ji Dong felt that this word was a bit ironic, and a dignified saint was like a merchant in the market in her mouth.

But these two words are used to describe today's scene, and they are extremely expressive.

He smiled: "When I became a sage, I was already the externalization of the Dao in my heart, so how can I take it easy?"

Zhao Ning raised his eyebrows: "Since we are here to sell, why wait until after Ji's defeat?"

Ji Tong readily accepted the words: "Because I want to see who is suitable for me to sell!"

"Oh?"

Zhao Ning had a half-smile but not a smile: "My lord thinks that the Ji surname is useless, so we in Li country are lucky enough to let him sell it?"

Ji Tong seemed unable to hear the sarcasm in her mouth, nodded and said, "That's true!"

Zhao Ning was thoughtful: "Then the prince might as well tell me what is his way of being a sage!"

Ji Tong smiled lightly and said, "My sage's path is Tsing Yi's sage's path, but her heart is too turbulent and too soft to walk this path well. And this king is the best inheritor of this path." !"

Zhao Ning's pupils shrank.

I didn't expect Ji Dong to be so crazy.

Tsing Yi's Road to Saints.

She probably heard from Ying Wuji that Tsing Yi had been thinking of combining the art of reincarnation with the Mohist Guild for a long time.

Use reincarnation supernatural powers in exchange for personal absolute power.

Then use power to shape an order that no one dares to violate.

Tsing Yi is the leader of the Mohist Guild.

Ji Dong in front of me is the leader who taught me.

The concepts of Mohism and Yang-Zhu School are two extremes, and teaching for me is the extreme of the extremes. The two ideas that should run in opposite directions are very similar in the results of the deduction that day.

Tsing Yi Road.

Ji Dong may not be unable to get through.

This side-by-side king doesn't seem to hide his identity as the leader of my church.

Zhao Ning stood up straight away: "Then please go back, my lord, Li Guo already has its own broad avenue, so don't be greedy for this single-plank bridge of your lord!"

"Oh?"

But Ji Dong didn't intend to leave: "Does my nephew think that the avenue of prosperity must be the avenue of prosperity? Does my nephew think that the prosperity of the world can last for thousands of years just by relying on the prosperity of the people?
wrong!

Every founding monarch of Xia, Shang and Zhou thought so.

But they don't know that the desires in people's hearts are the root of the whole world's troubles.

Only by restraining the desires in everyone's hearts can this prosperous world be immortal.

Whether it is the Mohist festival, use and love.

Or maybe Yang Zhu despised things and valued himself.

Everyone is sanctified, which is the real way of prosperity! "

His voice is very calm.

But the eyes are indescribably crazy.

But this remark makes people feel that there is some truth.

All are sanctified.

Whether it is the ink saint, or the saint taught for me.

It seems to be able to achieve prosperity.

Zhao Ning said with a smile: "But the fortune map of the country, no matter it is the Mohist school or taught for me, the deduced result is the worst. When the prince said these words, it was like a corpse on the battlefield saying that he is invincible in the world!"

Ji Tong shook his head: "No! That kind of deduction, the means are ordinary. For me to teach companions with demon seeds, everyone can be worthy of me! With Tsing Yi's reincarnation supernatural power, supplemented by the rule of the hero, there is a lot to be done in this prosperous age .”

Zhao Ning thought for a moment: "So, compared to the alliance with the surname Ji, the prince thinks that I am the hero?"

Ji Tong nodded: "Yes!"

Zhao Ning shook his head and smiled, "But I don't agree!"

Ji Tong asked, "Why?"

Zhao Ning was not polite at all: "No desire, no desire, no manners, no righteousness, inhuman!"

Ji Tong was a little sullen: "Hustle and righteousness? Is it the courtesy of the Zhou royal family, or the righteousness of sour and rotten Confucianism?"

Zhao Ning shook his head with a smile: "The master said: if the warehouse is solid, you know the etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you know the honor and disgrace.

The prince's path to a saint seems to be bright and beautiful.

In fact, it is not to eliminate desires, but to suppress and accumulate desires.

The devil species can be valuable to me, but how can I look down on things?
The road of a saint is difficult for one person, let alone the people of the world?
The so-called everyone becomes a saint, but everyone becomes a pig and a dog.

Not enough to eat.

Naked.

You must also have the standards of a saint for yourself.

Is this the prosperous age, or is it Hell?
The lord's sage's path is nothing but a tiny little Doyle, just keep it for yourself! "

Ji Dong's eyes have already sunk: "Leaving aside the small roads and great roads, does my nephew think that the road to the Li Kingdom can overcome the selfish desires of the people? Yao Shun Yutang, who is not the master of enlightenment, after all, dust returns to dust and dust to dust?

The silence of the Xia and Shang Dynasties, and the chaos of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Can your Li country be exempt from vulgarity? "

Zhao Ning said with a smile: "The Master said: Desire is the heart of the soul, evil is bound by the law, good is enough to be fed and clothed, don't bother the prince!"

Ji Tong was a little annoyed: "It was Guan Zi who said what he said before! Who said what he said again?"

Zhao Ning pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "Yingzi!"

Ji Tong: "..."

He stood up with a dull expression: "Since my nephew is different from me, there is no need to say more, let's see the truth in the world of great struggle!"

Zhao Ning knew that he was going to go back to cooperate with the Ji surname alliance again, so he couldn't help laughing and said: "Li Guohui will continue to win, just like today!"

After this battle, she completely understood.

The so-called general trend is productivity.

This victory did have credit for his own command.

But only a little.

Those [-] glass mirrors were what really shattered the entire Ji coalition.

without them.

It is absolutely impossible for the Zhao family to go so smoothly.

The same goes for the Yinshan Fortress.

See Ji Dong is leaving.

Zhao Ning suddenly thought of another question: "That's right, my lord! Just now you said that Tsing Yi's supernatural power of reincarnation is supplemented by the power of the hero. Tsing Yi's supernatural power..."

Ji Tong answered very frankly: "I haven't learned it yet!"

Zhao Ning: "..."

Whoring for nothing!

Fortunately, he did not agree.

But Ji Tong changed the subject: "But my people will take this supernatural power from Ying Wuji."

"what!"

Zhao Ning's expression suddenly changed drastically, and he immediately jumped up: "You dare to touch him and try!"

Ji Dong smiled faintly: "A sage never uses force to suppress others. This king has never had any intention of killing Ying Wuji, but my disciples may not be so! If your nephew is in a hurry, you might as well collect his body and look for it by the way." The heart of a saint. But whether you can find it or not depends on your nephew's ability!"

Say it.

Put down a jade pendant.

Then floated away.

Zhao Ning was extremely angry, and he was extremely exhausted. Suddenly, he became angry and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly became extremely pale.

She only held the jade pendant and forced herself up: "Eunuch Cao, follow me to find the son-in-law!"

Eunuch Cao worried: "Your Highness, no! Your body can't handle it anymore!"

Six days and six nights, high-intensity command throughout.

And be on guard against Ji Dong.

Not only was he exhausted physically and mentally, but he also hurt his internal organs because of the rush of fire.

According to Ji Dong's words, Ying Wuji himself is in the Longtan Tiger's Lair.

Going to Longtan and Tiger's Den now, wouldn't that be death?
Zhao Ning said sharply, "You can't hear what I said..."

She only felt a heavy blow to the back of her neck.

Immediately after his eyes went dark, he passed out directly.

Eunuch Cao put away the knife in his hand, sighed helplessly, and took the jade pendant from Zhao Ning.

Then Zhao Xin was called: "You escort His Highness back, our family is going to find the son-in-law!"

……

The end of the night.

"You know me? Who are you?"

Ying Shisan's words were too heartless.

As a result, the fox demon exploded on the spot.

Hu Muhu's face sank all of a sudden, the hairs of the fox's tail exploded, and one tail turned into six in a blink of an eye, and the snow-white hair turned into spongy needles, attacking Ying Shisan overwhelmingly. At the same time as the needle shot, she also pulled out a short blade and rushed over.

"Huh!"

Ying Wuji was shocked: "Six times the happiness!"

In just a split second, Hu Muhu and Ying Shisan fought together.

It's just that thousands of bone-transforming needles can't break through Ying Shisan's protective energy.

No matter how tricky her dagger was, or how close it was to Ying Shisan's body, she would be easily blocked.

Ying Shisan said in a deep voice, "You can't beat me like this!"

Hu mumbled angrily: "What do you say so much, just lead to death!"

"Oh……"

Ying Shisan shook her head, and blocked all her attacks without landing a sword.

His expression was extremely calm from the beginning to the end, he looked at Hu Mumu thoughtfully, and warned in a serious tone: "This kind of hair-exploding spell is rarely used!"

Hu Muhu failed to make any achievements in several consecutive attacks, and couldn't help being anxious: "You told me not to use it, so why not?"

Ying Shisan said seriously: "The tail tends to go bald, it's not good-looking!"

Confused: "???"

Ying Wuji: "..."

If he hadn't been to the secret room in the basement of the embassy, ​​he would even think that the place where Master Shisan stayed for more than ten years was the clubhouse.

This kind of tiger-wolf words come out of your mouth!
The tree spirit on the side frowned slightly: "You muddleheaded, stop! Our goal this time is Ying Wuji!"

Hu mumbled angrily: "Don't worry about me! Jin Jinjing, if you can't even solve a human doll in the fetal state, you can dig the root and apologize yourself!"

Jin Jinjing: "..."

She looked at Ying Wuji expressionlessly.

Brain twisted.

In an instant, countless vines emerged from the ground out of thin air, locking towards Ying Wuji firmly.

Fortunately, Ying Wuji was well prepared, and immediately stepped on Qixing to escape the siege of the vines, and even had the strength to take away Mi Xingli, who was in internal friction.

However, Jin Jinjing was even more ruthless. Almost the moment he fled, vines appeared on the ground of the entire space.

"Fuck!"

Ying Wuji was startled, he didn't expect this Zyra to be so ruthless.

However, although there are many vines, they seem to be strongly suppressed. Those who are close to Jin Jinjing are okay to say, but the vines will become extremely slender if they are a little further away, making Feila look unbearable.

Holding a lightsaber.

One sword at a time!
Jin Jinjing realized that going on like this was not the way to go, but her body skills were not as good as the Seven Star Step, so she pondered for a moment, then waved her hand and sprinkled a handful of seeds.

Where the vines grew, the seeds swelled rapidly, and finally with a soft "bang", they turned into dwarfs one foot tall and attacked Ying Wuji with claws and teeth.

"Huh? Vegetable man?"

The corners of Ying Wuji's mouth twitched. Looking at the quick steps and crazy eyes of these little guys, he knew that these things were difficult to deal with.

As soon as he threw it casually, countless soybeans scattered on the ground, turning into strong men one by one, fighting with the dwarfs.

Ever since he awakened the bloodline of the Celestial-Human race and superimposed it with the body of Emperor Zhuanxu, his energy and energy have increased several times, and he feels inexhaustible.

Bean Soldiers has gone up a notch both in quality and in quantity.

The ability of individual soldiers is no less than that of the soybean soldiers created by Nangongling. Each soybean soldier is roughly equivalent to a third-grade spiritual fetus.

The upper limit of the number is only fifty, but all of them have reproduced Ying Wuji's fighting consciousness. They can play tricks with swordsmanship and cast spells, and their individual combat power is so strong that it explodes.

Although the little dwarf is strong, his intelligence is really low, and he was caught and eaten by the soybean warriors in a short while.

Jin Jinjing also didn't expect such a result. How can a human kid in the womb state be so strong?

She is mentally dull.

But instinct told her that Ying Wuji was dangerous.

Subconsciously, he took a step back, looked at him warily, and had a handful of seeds in his hand, about a thousand.

Ying Wuji was also frightened by the battle, holding the lightsaber, he didn't dare to attack easily.

The scene fell into a strange stalemate.

And the other end.

Hu Wuhu's offensive has not weakened at all, his body is agile and the dagger stabs repeatedly, every time he is rushing to kill.

But the shot fell to nothing.

Although Ying Shisan has been on the defensive, it's like walking in a garden.

When he was free, he frowned and reprimanded: "I told you not to use cotton needles, are you bald?"

Confused: "???"

Ying Shisan was a little irritated by the beating, and with a slap of the epee, Hu Muhu was sent far away. He stared at her displeasedly and said, "What's your relationship with Cuihua?"

Ying Wuji: "..."

Thirteen grandma's name.

It seems a bit too down-to-earth!
The enmity between one person and one fox is indeed related to Thirteenth Master's dusty past relationship.

I thought it was a drama that started in disorder and ended in abandonment.

disappointment.

Hu confused and furious: "You murderer, you still remember my sister? No wonder, you killed your own wife with your own hands. You must be haunted by nightmares all your life, right? Just because of your son Zhuanxu Yin, you have to kill your own wife." ?”

Ying Shisan frowned tightly: "The seal of Zhuanxu involves the foundation of the human race. Even my wife must never get involved! Besides, killing her was not my original intention!"

Hu was about to laugh angrily: "It wasn't your intention? Could it be that someone handed you the knife and forced you to kill it?"

Ying Shisan said bluntly: "Yes!"

Hu sneered and said: "Oh? Who can have such a great ability?"

Ying Shisan: "Your sister!"

Confused: "???"

The two quarreled fiercely for a few more words.

To be precise, it was a vague and fierce curse.

But Ying Shisan was so calm that he was almost indifferent.

From the words and phrases of the two.

Ying Wuji also seemed to have figured out the context of the story.

Mistress Thirteen is a fox demon who came here for Zhuan Xu's seal, but accidentally fell in love with Master Thirteen, and was passive and sabotaged for a long time.

In the end, the pressure from the clan forced them to leave for Zhuanxu Yin of Chu State. They wanted to get Ying Shisanzhi away so as not to implicate him, but the relationship between the two parties was very hot. On the night of the fight, Thirteenth Master happened to find her , thinking that she was going to do something extraordinary, and even gave her a hand regardless of opposition.

As a result, I never thought that the formation guarding Zhuanxu's seal was extremely sensitive, and it directly exposed the whereabouts of the two people.

In the blink of an eye, the net has arrived.

Mistress Shisan felt that she was going to die, so she had to confess everything to her lover and forced Ying Shisan to kill her.

Ying Shisan struggled in every possible way. Although Tsing Yi could bring people back to life immediately, Ying Shisan hadn't seen her for nearly ten years at that time.

But if the thirteenth wife is not killed, both of them will die.

So he finally did it.

Thanks for an assist.

In addition to the mediation of the clan of the Qian State, this matter was suppressed.

But when Ying Shisan found Tsing Yi, he only saw the Yiguan Tomb.

then.

Live alone until now.

Hear the words.

Hu was so angry that he couldn't breathe: "You fart, you fart, you fart! When the masters of the Celestial Race gathered, you still didn't have the supernatural powers of life and death. Why do I not believe it when you say that someone can resurrect my sister?
That Tsing Yi could revive others casually, why did she die herself?
You make up a dead person who doesn't exist, of course you can lie as you like! "

Ying Shisan frowned: "You know so much about Cuihua, you should be her coordinator in the Fox Clan, and she has bound the art of telepathy with her. If so, you should remember that I promised Cuihua Hua will stay with her for thousands of years, do you really think this statement is groundless?"

Hu muddled and said bitterly: "The ghost knows how many lies you have said? Anyway, I didn't see my sister come back to life, so everything is fake!"

Ying Shisan was also a little annoyed: "You can't beat me, why should I lie to you?"

Yet at this moment.

This small world suddenly shook violently.

Everyone's face changed drastically, as if they felt the shock from their souls.

There was a loud rumble in the sky.

The complicated lines all over the sky quickly condensed, forming a series of lights and shadows.

"The End of the Dark City has finally officially appeared!"

Ying Wuji didn't know whether to be sad or happy. When the end of the dark city appeared, all the rules became concrete, and it was the easiest time to comprehend.

Those streaks of light and shadow should be the product of the rules.

No matter which one can be approached, it is an unprecedented opportunity for epiphany.

Among them is a bloody light and shadow, which is connected to his body, presumably it is the rule of the blood that was severed.

Can be biased.

Things are not looking good right now.

and……

Ming Du's influence on his mind became stronger, and Ying Wuji felt that there were several times more complicated thoughts in his mind out of thin air, and he almost lost the ability to think.

He even vaguely saw a black shadow appearing on the heads of many people.

The shape of the black shadow is exactly the same as that of the main body, but it seems to contain a fatal attraction.

broken!

Ying Wuji only felt that something had come out of his head.

For a while, there was a thrill of missing the brain.

After the thing got out, it condensed a phantom that was exactly the same as his image.

Just looked at him so quietly.

He could feel that this phantom was a collection of his various desires.

Or rather... my own self!
Or, is this the true self embodied by Mingdu's own rules?
I said slowly: "Talk about..."

"I'm going to fuck your mother!"

Ying Wuji didn't talk nonsense with him at all, forcibly put aside all desires, raised his sword and slashed.

My face changed drastically, and I quickly dodged back, looking at the light sword in Ying Wuji's hand warily, as if I was very afraid of this sword and the sword spirit inside.

"Pooh!"

Ying Wuji spat, and it really was the embodiment of Te Niang's rules.

Unfortunately.

Brother Wuji's sword is designed to cut rules.

The rules of the self looked a little ugly, and said in a deep voice: "Let's talk!"

Ying Wuji's face was stern: "Is there a need to talk? You want to control me, it takes time, I want to kill you, it also takes time, just compare who has the shorter time! Either, I will become your slave, or you Be dismembered and comprehended by me."

I ruled with a smile: "I don't deny that you have the ability to dismember me, but if you want to comprehend it, you can't do it in a day or two. To tell you the truth, there are two groups of people approaching now. The closest one Bo, it will arrive in less than two hours."

He waved his hand.

Two lights and shadows appeared in front of Ying Wuji.

Two groups of people.

There are more than a dozen of them. I don't know if they have realized the state of God, but every breath is a fluctuation of the level of soldiers.

A group of strong men in the soldier realm carried a sedan chair.

On the sedan chair, sat a dwarf with a hostile face.

Ying Wuji didn't know this group of people.

But there is a feeling of déjà vu, but I can't tell exactly what is familiar.

Until he saw the marks on the necks of these people.

imprint!

I am all in the world of mortals?

That dwarf is a world of mortals?
fog grass.

Great enemy!

The other wave was even more frightening. Among the strong men who were close to twenty soldiers, the one in the lead had a dull expression, like a Sima face.

Danqing?

Are they all big enemies?

Ying Wuji sneered: "With the people like us now, it's not impossible to deal with one of the waves alone. It seems that they shouldn't be able to arrive at the same time. It would be too hasty to threaten me with this."

The rules of the self smiled: "First, those two big monsters are hostile to you. Second, even if you can persuade them, the latecomers are those who teach for me, and they are themselves dominated by the self. The rules here It won't have any impact on them, how can you fight them based on your current state?"

Ying Wuji turned his head.

The Thirteenth Master, Mi Xingli, and Hu Damu are all sitting cross-legged in meditation, and they have already fallen into a violent inner struggle.

The only two people who are not affected are Jin Jinjing and Brother Juanzi in Han Guangjian.

I have a sharp knife in my hand, and I am afraid of the rules of my self, so the impact is not that great for the time being.

But these people's combat power seems to have been weakened by more than half.

I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Let's talk about a business!"

Ying Wuji held a sharp knife in his hand, his eyes were solemn: "Say it!"

According to the rules of the self, I pointed to the sky with beams of light: "I want to invite you to be the master of the dark capital!"

Ying Wuji sneered, "Being your puppet just like No.1 taught the leader for me?"

"You still know my old servant?"

I was a little surprised by the rules, and then shook my head with a smile: "He is just a slave of Mingdu. I gave him the authority to act on my behalf to develop believers. How can he be called the master of Mingdu? You are different, can you Cutting off all the rules of the Dark City is tied to you alone, so if you are not the master of the Dark City, who is the master of the Dark City?"

Ying Wuji sneered: "Since I don't need your help, I can still become the master of Dark City, why should I discuss business with you?"

"No no no!"

I ruled with a smile and shook my head: "It is impossible for two identical worlds to exist in this world. If Mingdu is just a replica of your world, sooner or later it will not be able to withstand the strife of that world, and it will last for a short period of at most a hundred years before disappearing." invisible.

I!
This is the basis for the Dark City to continue for thousands of years.

If you cut off all the rules tied to you, you will internalize the darkness in your body.

From now on, Mingdu is you, and you are Mingdu.

And your soul will completely merge with me.

To be precise, it is not my integration.

But as long as you choose me, I will become your true self with a body of rules, which is equivalent to you completely absorbing me. "

Ying Wuji sneered: "But I am completely driven by me, so what is the difference between those who teach me?"

"Of course there is a difference!"

The voice of the id rule is full of delusion: "You have all the darkness, and anyone under the rules will worship you. If you become the saint of your world's national religion, you will be able to develop everyone into your believers. "

Ying Wuji curled his lips: "Not interested, is there another choice?"

I nodded in accordance with the rules: "Yes! If you are lucky enough to withstand the pressure of my followers, kill me, dismantle and comprehend, maybe you can find a way to restrain me. But the dark city will also collapse from now on, you guys Anyi, which has been won so hard, will completely lose its value within five years.

of course!

This is all for later.

Because I don't believe you can defeat so many latecomers. "

Ying Wuji: "..."

Gee!
It's a little tricky.

The voice of my own rules became more and more excited: "Ying Wuji! This is a good thing for both sides! If you become me, you will be able to control a world and master the power of the sky. If I merge with you, you will be able to leave this ghost place and go to the world. Go to the big world, and use your holy way to complete the rule of the prosperous world."

The rule of the prosperous age?

Is it the kind of flourishing world that collapses inside without any effort from the outside?

Ying Wuji was sure.

This self-rule is very familiar with the internal affairs of the teaching for me, and is well aware of all the changes in Mingdu.

But it is weak by itself, and restrained by itself.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so humble to seek peace.

Fusion is naturally unwilling.

But he looked at the scene in the light and shadow in front of him.

His expression became more serious.

If they disagree, how will Hongchen and Danqing resolve it?

Such a big battle, even in the heyday of the Thirteenth Master, they can only run away.

The odds are slim.

At least for the time being, Ying Wuji couldn't think of a way with even the slightest hope of winning.

things in front of you.

Although not a good person.

But he could feel the pure rules themselves.

It's just a personality created by my own thoughts.

If you absorb him.

I just magnify my id, not merge with it.

Only this price.

In exchange for the control of the entire Dark City!

It's really hard not to be moved.

I took a deep breath and said every word.

"Think about it!"

"Myself!"

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Apologies, my physical and mental state has been really stretching my hips recently.

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