Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 463: The great righteousness and the mixed flow of forms!

"Why are you crying?"

"My Yu Ruo is now a person who can shake the whole city with just one stomp of her foot."

King Zhao Ying Ji, who had transformed into a heroic spirit, reached out and touched Zhao Yu's head with a smile on his face and his eyes full of emotion.

These words made Zhao Yu cry again.

The white-bearded old man and the dark-faced man on the side looked at each other and said nothing.

"Alright, alright, let me introduce you. This is my great-uncle, Prince Teng, Ying Zhu, and this is Marquis Dingyang, Feng Renhe."

"Girl, my uncle and Marquis Dingyang are both seniors who are in charge of the Northern Great Wall. You must not be rude to them."

King Zhao patted Zhao Yu's shoulder and spoke softly.

Zhao Yu nodded, then turned around and saluted Prince Teng Ying Zhu and Marquis Dingyang.

The two of them also accepted it calmly, and then Ding Yanghou said: "Princess Yuruo, look at the current situation in Qingtian Continent. How should our Northern Great Wall respond?"

"How else can we respond? Not to mention the Master and Zhang Juzheng, we can't give up even the 18,000 elites on Qingtianzhou." Zhao Yu raised his eyebrows and said loudly.

She was hesitating just now, but now that her father has come forward, she can't argue anymore and might as well speak directly.

"I don't know what the Northern Great Wall is worried about, nor do I know what its background is. I only know that the situation in Qingtianzhou is overwhelming. If Yongtianzhou remains unmoved by this situation, it will disappoint countless people."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he turned and looked outside the tent.

Prince Teng Ying Zhu nodded and sighed, "Yu Ruo is right. If the Northern Great Wall remains unmoved, it will chill the hearts of the people of Qingtian Continent."

On the side, King Zhao looked at Zhao Yu and said in a deep voice, "Girl, the Northern Great Wall is responsible for protecting Yongtianzhou. It's not as easy as you think."

"The Northern Great Wall is the last barrier of Yongtianzhou. The safety of the Qin Empire depends on it. My uncle and Marquis Dingyang and the others—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yu turned around and said solemnly, "Father, the Great Qin needs to be protected, but this is the business of all Qin people."

"You elders always use the excuse of protecting Daqin and Yongtianzhou as an excuse, and always feel that you have given everything for Daqin. Have you ever thought that if the younger generation of Daqin is so incompetent, it will eventually be destroyed."

The big tent suddenly became quiet.

King Zhao opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

There was a flicker in the eyes of Prince Teng Ying Zhu.

Marquis Dingyang's eyes sparkled as he looked at Zhao Yu. "Princess Yuruo, you are coming to the Northern Great Wall. I will allow you to accompany the army as a civilian, and you will be in charge of at least one million soldiers."

A million-strong army at the Northern Great Wall!
What kind of power is this?

King Zhao's mouth twitched and his eyes widened.

He transformed into a heroic spirit and commanded tens of thousands of troops at the Great Wall in the north.

My daughter has never been to the battlefield, but she can command a million troops.

At the northern Great Wall, King Zhao clearly understood what a million-strong army meant.

"Why would a girl like me command so many troops?" Zhao Yu turned around, a glint in her eyes. "But if the Northern Great Wall could release some military supplies and trade foreign materials to me, I would—"

Zhao Yu's eyes were cunning: "I can help you find someone who can command a million troops."

"You mean—" Prince Teng's eyes lit up, and just as he was about to say something else, his expression suddenly changed.

"boom--"

Above the sky, a golden light entered the palm of his hand.

"Your Majesty, mobilize the fortune of Yongtianzhou and bring the fortune of the Great Qin Kingdom into Qingtianzhou!"

He raised his head, his aura surging.

"Send a message to Marquis Yunchen. The dragon of national destiny is entering Qingtian Continent. Enemies from outside the realm will inevitably invade. He and his army will be nailed to the void to block the way for the foreign army to invade Qingtian Continent."

Turning his head, Prince Teng Ying Zhu looked at Zhao Yu and said, "Princess Yuruo, are you willing to follow me to the void to see it?"

Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded. Then, thinking of something, he quickly whispered, "Wait a moment."

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Above Xuyang City, three giant white-bone statues stood behind three three-armored demonic bodies, their demonic energy rising into the sky, merging with the lightning in the sky.

"Tengzhou White Bone Temple, with its inheritance of the Myriad Bones Passing Through the Netherworld, is a sinister and ruthless sect within the demonic path."

"A Skeleton Demon at the Grandmaster level can strike with the strength of a mountain. When their magical powers converge, they can transform the sky into an abyss. Be careful."

There was a solemnity in the Master's voice.

The three powerful grandmasters who have condensed their supernatural powers are almost invincible in the entire Qingtian Continent except for the Master himself.

But at this moment, the Master was unable to deal with the three Grand Masters in front of him with all his strength.

The Master's face was solemn, and his gaze turned from the three giant statues to the thunder swirling down from the sky.

The sky cracked open with a bloody mouth, and the seventh thunderbolt was already falling on the Master's head.

As the lightning flashed, endless wails echoed in the void.

This thunder is actually the "Heart-Devouring Thunder of Ten Thousand Evils" condensed from hundreds of millions of wronged souls!
With the promotion of Qingtian Continent, all living creatures will soar into the sky. However, for countless thousands of years, countless living creatures have been silent. How can their residual souls and wronged souls be willing to accept this?
Why should these former strong men, geniuses, and ants disappear in the long river of time? Why should they not benefit from the promotion of Qingtianzhou at all?

At this moment, the heavenly tribulation gathered all these resentments and turned them into thunder, which smashed down on the Master's head.

Only by breaking this thunder and shattering the resentment involving Qingtianzhou can Qingtianzhou truly be promoted.

Otherwise, Qingtianzhou will be eroded by resentment and the avenue will sink.

"Master, please rest assured and overcome the tribulation. We will resist these evil demons from outside the domain—"

A sword flew into the air, and Meng Haoran let out a long roar towards the sky.

Not far behind him, Wu Yunzi was ascending to heaven step by step, with sword light and immortal light flashing on his body.

Li Shouren controlled the bronze mechanical city to float straight up into the air and crashed into a giant skeleton statue.

"Zhang Juzheng, you are protecting the Master. You don't need to take action against these evil demons."

Not far away, the Nine Nether Demon King laughed loudly, and the demonic light on his body condensed into green armor, rushing towards a giant skeleton statue.

Zhang Yuan stood in the air, pointing the long sword in his hand diagonally, his face calm.

"boom--"

Lightning flashed from the sky, and the Master took a step forward. The mighty power outside of his body inspired the shadow of the saint behind him to reach out and grab the thunder.

The lightning instantly turned blue-black, trying to dye the Master's statue of the saint.

The thunder of heavenly tribulation is both cruel and vicious.

The previous heart tribulation and the current heart-eating thunder were both vicious.

"Haha, I've been in Qingtian Continent for three hundred years, and all the creatures I've seen on Qingtian Continent have good intentions. Today, Qingtian Continent has been promoted. Who among the ancestors wouldn't be happy?"

The Master raised his head, and the mighty power emanating from his body enveloped a vast expanse of land.

"My Confucianism and Taoism emphasize enlightenment, not just the enlightenment of one path, but the great path of all spirits in the world."

"Let me see, is the Great Dao flourishing on Qingtian Continent?"

As the voice fell, the blue-white scroll in his hand slowly unfolded.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness."

"Miscellaneous and flowing forms——"

The mighty power vibrated, and the Master's voice seemed to echo throughout the entire Qingtian Continent at this moment!

On Qingtian Island, countless people raised their heads and knelt in the direction of Xuyang City. Old farmers in the fields recited as they struck the ground with hoes, young children chanted, embroiderers cast their shuttles and threaded their threads, humming softly, and countless scholars raised their heads to the sky and recited...

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Willing power.

Haoran is upright.

All kinds of shapes are mixed!
Billions of golden lights and shadows gathered on Xuyang City, and transformed into a golden sword piercing the sky above the Master's head!

(End of this chapter)