Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

How to do?

Song Xuan looked a little strange. "Haven't you arranged everything yet you're asking me what to do?"

Of course it was a grand event!

Song Xuan was not a person who cared about reputation, but he could also understand that at this moment, Yao Yue must have been disgusted by what Wu Zhao had done.

For example, you are an emperor who is about to ascend the throne. Suddenly, news comes from a neighboring country that your beloved queen is the sex slave of the neighboring emperor, and the reason she married you was just because of the master's mission!

If it were you, would you be angry?

Even if you know that this news is a rumor and slander, let me ask you, isn’t it disgusting?

Putting himself in the other person's shoes, Song Xuan immediately felt involved and his murderous intent grew!

If he said that before he just wanted to find a suitable reason to attack Fo Tang so that he could collect the national treasure, then now it doesn’t matter whether the treasure is there or not. Now, he just wants to kill people!

Facing Yao Yue's gaze, Song Xuan took a deep breath, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Since others have already started to make plans, then there is no need to worry about anything else!"

He waved his sleeves and made the final decision.

"Let's start the national war!"

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Dao Song Dynasty, the imperial capital.

Song Xuan, who had originally planned to go into seclusion for a long time to directly overcome the decline of his physical body, simply condensed the immortal and demonic spirits and came out early.

As soon as he came out, the originally relaxed and peaceful atmosphere in the entire imperial capital suddenly became solemn and dignified.

All the old monsters in the Mahayana stage who were cultivating in the imperial capital, whether they were in seclusion or playing around in the world, were all frightened at this moment and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Deep inside the Daosong Imperial Palace, inside the ancestral hall, the Daosong Patriarch stood at the door of the hall, staring into space, his eyes filled with excitement.

"When the sky is murderous, the stars shift; when the earth is murderous, dragons and snakes rise from the land; when humans are murderous, heaven and earth turn upside down; when heaven and humans unite, all changes are established."

"The structure of the Wanling World is finally going to change!"

Chapter 898: The Fortune Dynasty, the war potential of the tenth-level sect!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

On this day, in the capital of Dao Song, a heavy and majestic bell sounded. The deafening roar continued to hum and, along with the ripples in space, began to spread to all directions.

As the bell rang, countless monks in the imperial capital put down their work, no matter what they were doing, and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

"This bell rings, something big is happening!"

"Seven, eight, nine... Oh my god, it's ten. What's going on?"

The mighty and ancient voice continued, and after ringing twelve times, the bell sound that had almost spread throughout the entire Daosong territory along with the ripples in space finally stopped completely.

"The bell tolls twelve times, and the national war begins!"

"The national war has begun, pack your bags quickly and prepare for battle!"

There was a commotion everywhere in the imperial capital, and amidst the commotion, some cultivators showed fanatical and excited expressions and began to fly into the air.

In the outside world's perception, Dao Song was a relatively cowardly dynasty.

But being cowardly is only the case for the top royal family members. It does not mean that all the cultivators in the empire are cowards.

For many monks who are stuck at a bottleneck in their cultivation and unable to break through, war can not only change their own class status, but also gain a large amount of wealth and resources.

If you are lucky enough to survive in the end, there is a great possibility that you can break through the bottleneck and be promoted to a high-level monk.

For cultivators, there is no temptation in this world that can compare to the breakthrough and advancement in cultivation.

Although the national war is dangerous, there are still countless people willing to participate in it, to try their luck at the tiny chance of becoming an ancestor and living forever in the future!

buzzing~~

It was visible to the naked eye that figures began to roar out from the sky above the imperial capital. Each of them had a decent cultivation base, and the fluctuations they emitted were at least the aura of the Spirit Transformation Stage or above.

In the past, flying was prohibited in the imperial capital. Even powerful people in the fusion realm had to abide by the rules and not violate them.

But now, the twelve rings of the bell mean that the national war has begun, and that the dynasty is summoning an army of monks. All the so-called rules in the past will no longer exist.

As more and more cultivators gathered, soon the aura of powerful cultivators in the fusion realm began to spread over the imperial capital.

Most of these powerful beings came from the powerful families in the imperial capital, from the families of civil officials and military generals, and from the headquarters of major sects in the imperial capital.

Many low-level monks looked up, each one filled with envy.

In their entire lives, most people may not be able to come into contact with a fusion cultivator from birth to death, but today, those high and mighty fusion cultivators appear one after another like dumplings.

In the blink of an eye, there were already thousands of people!

Moreover, this is just the beginning and is far from the limit.

In Song Xuan's mansion, Lord Song and Wang Lin were sitting in the garden, each holding a wine gourd, drinking and chatting.

"Ever since you took over as commander, I knew you would start a national war sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so early!"

Wang Lin looked at him with some doubt. "I roughly understand Brother Song's temperament. I thought you would retreat for a while and only take action after your strength reaches the peak of this mortal world."

Song Xuan hummed, "That was indeed my original plan. You know, I am a steady person and I don't like taking risks.

But this time it was different, I was really disgusted!

If this matter is not dealt with, I will not feel happy even if I care about it!"

Wang Lin nodded and didn't say much. It was obvious that he knew something about Song Xuan's affairs.

If it is a dispute over the great way and a game of mutual competition, it seems normal to him.

But the methods used by Fotang were a bit too despicable.

He had seen many life-and-death fights between Mahayana monsters, but this was the first time he had encountered such a stigmatizing method that was simply disgusting.

He could understand Song Xuan's reaction.

For example, if anyone dared to make trouble for the reputation of Wan'er, the person he loved most in his life, Wang Lin would kill them all!

For him, killing people like crazy is not just an adjective!

Above the imperial capital, the aura of powerful beings in the fusion realm was overwhelming. More and more powerful people began to teleport from all directions as the sound of the bell spread throughout the territory.

In just a short time of tea, the number of powerful beings in the imperial capital has exceeded ten thousand, and the number is still increasing rapidly.

Wang Lin looked up at the scene and said calmly: "If the dynasty is compared to a tenth-level sect, then the cultivators within the territory, no matter what force they come from, no matter where they come from, as long as they are within the territory, can be regarded as disciples of the sect!

I have only practiced for a thousand years in my life, and I have never seen a national war. Today, I can see with my own eyes the depth of a tenth-level sect!"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "Then my brother, please watch carefully!"

As the commander of the Imperial City Department and the actual controller of the Dao Song Dynasty, Song Xuan had a general understanding of the Dao Song's war potential.

Back then, Daluo Sect was a ninth-level sect, and there were tens of thousands of powerful people in the fusion realm within the sect. Song Xuan found it a little unbelievable at the time.

You have to know that Hunyuan Sect was an eighth-level sect, and at that time it had only a hundred or so cultivators in the Fusion Realm. But compared with Daluo Sect, its foundation was more than a hundred times worse.

But after becoming the commander of the Imperial City Division, Song Xuan realized that his vision was still too narrow.

Compared with the real war background of an empire, the so-called ninth-level sect is nothing but a dwarf.

To put it bluntly, the Continent of Ten Thousand Spirits is the center of the world of Ten Thousand Spirits. Among the countless stars of cultivation in the starry sky, any cultivator who thinks he has potential, perseverance and aspirations will enter the Continent of Ten Thousand Spirits through various means.

As one of the seven great dynasties, the Daosong Dynasty has, in the past tens of thousands of years, not only retained its inherent power within its territories, but has also been continuously absorbing geniuses from all over the starry sky.

After tens of thousands of years, even if only one in ten of those geniuses remained, with a large enough number and a long enough time, a large number of cultivators in the fusion realm were still accumulated.

Some of these powerful people in the fusion realm joined sects, some founded their own sects or established cultivation families, calling themselves the ancestors, and some joined the imperial court, served in official circles, and enjoyed the blessing of the dynasty's fortune.

Of course, there are also a large number of combined cultivators who choose to live a carefree life, not joining any forces, traveling around the world, comprehending the laws of heaven and earth, just to seek a glimmer of hope of promotion to Mahayana.

At this moment, with the national war starting and the bell calling, Song Xuan was not sure how many cultivators would be willing to participate, but it was foreseeable that the number would definitely not be small.

The monks have a warlike gene in their bones. As long as they think it is profitable, there will be countless people willing to risk their lives to fight for their future!

The path of cultivation is already bumpy. If you don't fight or compete, why would the legendary door to immortality open for you?

Chapter 899 Who dares to say that the scumbag way is not the way?

Time passes little by little.

Within the territory of Dao Song, more and more powerful people were sent from all over the place.

At the same time, in the imperial capital, the power of the Daosong royal family began to emerge.

They were mysterious monks wearing black robes and masks. They did not fly, but sat cross-legged on huge spherical magic weapons that looked like meteors.

Song Xuan took a casual glance and saw tens of thousands of meteor magic weapons.

Song Xuan had an idea in mind. The number of cultivators at the Fusion Realm dispatched by the royal family this time alone had already caught up with the Daluo Sect in its early days.

As the powerful royal family began to show up, their influence spread throughout the entire territory. In the Imperial City Division, which was considered the most powerful force in Dao Song, countless cultivators rose into the air.

There were so many of them that they covered the sky and the earth. Each of them wore the robes of the imperial officials and had a compass of identity hanging on their waists. There was no fear on their faces. Instead, they were all filled with excitement.

Following the commander-in-chief to destroy a country, this kind of event that only happens once in a thousand years actually happened during their term of office. How could they not be excited?

The outside world may not know much about the commander's strength, but as high-level personnel within the Imperial City Bureau, they know it very well.

Fo Tang said that Song Xuan, the commander of the Imperial City, had taken advantage of the situation during the internal struggle within the royal family to get to the position, but they were the only ones who knew what achievements the commander had made that had earned him that position.

With one man and one sword, he fought his way into the Yaoqing ancestral land, carrying the Yaoqing Dynasty's national treasure, and killed the four great demon ancestors in a row. Only then, with his incredible achievements, he was appointed as the new commander by the Compass of Destiny!

What kind of strength is this?

It’s not wrong to say that he is invincible in the world!

The commander wants to start a national war. In their opinion, what is the difference between this and a max-level boss going to the novice village to bully the weak?

The good thing of following the big guy to kill people, earn merits, and grab resources only happens once in tens of thousands of years. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again!

As high-level monks from the royal family and the Imperial City Bureau gathered one after another, the hidden family forces of the major forces in the imperial capital also began to emerge.

They don’t know what the outcome of this national war will be, but they know very well what the consequences will be for them if they dare not participate in this national war!

Looking up at the sky, it was densely packed and overwhelming, like an endless sky curtain, covering the sky above the imperial capital. The vast and majestic aura swept across the wilderness, making the starry sky roar!

This is not the most terrifying thing. As more and more cultivators in the fusion realm gathered, reaching hundreds of thousands, gradually, cultivators in the Mahayana realm began to appear.

These monks, one by one, lay across the void, some like the scorching sun, some like the whirlpools in the abyss. Just by standing there and letting their breath spread, the void began to tremble violently, and ripples like waves appeared in the space.

With the appearance of these Mahayana-level old monsters, countless low- and middle-level cultivators in the imperial capital who were not qualified to participate in the battle suddenly burst into an uproar.

"I know that guy. He's Duke Cheng! I didn't expect he's still alive!"

"Look to the right, that's Li Xiang. Scholars like me cultivate a noble spirit and study Confucian classics. Our ultimate goal is to become someone like Li Xiang!"

"Don't talk. Look at that person in the southwest corner. Do you see that hunchbacked old blind man? He's been cheating people and selling fake goods in the southwest market for years. I've been cheated by him before. I never thought that he's actually a Mahayana cultivator!

This world is full of truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth. It’s so crazy that I can’t tell what’s true and what’s false anymore!”

"What are you doing?"

In a brothel, a woman who looked like an otaku and dressed gorgeously pointed at a skinny young man and exclaimed in surprise.

"Look, that young man is my patron. He spends a lot of spirit stones every time he comes just to see me. He said that he will only love me in this life!

Ah, my luck has turned for me, Liu Hanyan, and I’m finally going to be rich!”

"Tsk, sister, don't overthink it. This Mr. Sun also said that he would only love me for his entire life!"

"Ah, isn't he Mr. Zhou? He was still inside me this morning, and how come when I opened my eyes, he has become a Mahayana ancestor?"

"Bah, what nonsense! He is my husband, Cui Lang. We have already completed the engagement ceremony. You are a bunch of vixens. Stop ruining my husband's reputation!"

...

In Song Xuan's mansion, Song Xuan and Wang Lin were watching this scene with great interest.

I never expected this. It is said that all Mahayana monsters have some special hobbies. I never thought that there would be such a talent among the scumbags!

But the young man in white clothes, who looked like a handsome young man in troubled times, seemed a little embarrassed at this moment. He raised his sleeves to cover his face and took a step back. His entire appearance was blocked by the shadow.