Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

The nine martial saints plus thirty thousand ghost soldiers are enough to sweep away everything.

Although the incense power collected in the Song Dynasty in a short period of time is only enough for this wave, it would be worth it if we could take this opportunity to completely eliminate the internal troubles.

In fact, things have come to this point.

Yang Zhao had also realized that the internal troubles of the Song Dynasty actually originated from the emperor in the Gen Palace.

As long as this wave of chaos is dealt with, he can almost push his wife to the throne.

After summoning the nine great generals.

Yang Zhao did not stop, and soon flew into the air from Suzhou City and arrived at the shore of Taihu Lake outside the city.

At this time, above the Taihu Lake, an extremely magnificent sight was spreading.

The extremely terrifying cold air, like a series of dragons, surged out from the depths of Taihu Lake, and wherever it passed, it completely froze large areas of the lake water.

On the frozen lake, there was an army with no visible boundaries, advancing towards Suzhou City like a dark cloud covering a city.

"What a familiar smell."

Yang Zhao observed for a moment on the bank of Taihu Lake, then quickly skimmed across the water and charged towards the cold dragons. The Nine Swords of the Void condensed infinite sword light and chopped the cold dragons into pieces. With his own strength, he blocked the advance of the 200,000 troops of Yanziwu.

Xin Qiji governed the entire Song Dynasty's Jiangnan, Southeast and other areas very well.

At this time, if the 200,000 troops in Yanziwu were allowed to walk out of Taihu Lake and invade the heartland of Jiangnan, it would not be a good thing.

Not to mention the losses that will be caused by these large armies after they land.

Just at this critical juncture when the Song Dynasty's northern border is at full war, the impact of the civil unrest in Jiangnan is extremely terrible. It will affect the implementation of the Song Dynasty's new policies, make the ambitious people within the Song Dynasty boil, and cause the vitality of the Song Dynasty, which has just recovered, to suffer a severe blow.

It would be fine if there was no power to push everything down.

Now that he has nine martial saints and thirty thousand ghost soldiers at his side, Yang Zhao will naturally end this disaster on the Taihu Lake where no one can see him.

Nine swords of the void shuttled across the sky, sweeping across dozens of miles like a streak of silk, spreading cold air.

Soon, Yang Zhao arrived right above the 200,000-strong army of Yanziwu.

As they got closer, Yang Zhao could also see clearly some of the situations among the 200,000 troops in Yanziwu.

"Sima Guang, Taoist Baisun, and several powerful celestial beings."

"Zhao Ji, this bastard, wouldn't he think that after the Mongols and Beiliang conquered these 200,000 troops and Jiangnan, they would obediently hand over power to him?"

After seeing Sima Guang, Yang Zhao instantly understood and quickly figured out everything.

It turns out that this is the flaw in the Song Dynasty's development and delay plan.

"Traitors must be executed!"

After figuring it out, Yang Zhao didn't even think of saying a word to the other party. He quickly put his hands together and pointed. The nine swords in the void surrounding his body rolled up infinite sword light, condensing into a sword rain in the sky, and covered the 200,000-strong army.

"Junior is so impudent!"

Just when Yang Zhao was about to give the 200,000-strong army a lesson.

Taoist Baisun, the old rival outside the city of Bianjing, rose into the air, swung his sleeves, and rolled up the water of Taihu Lake, which turned into a sky curtain to block the endless sword light.

This kind of scene no longer looks like a battle between human warriors, but more like the legendary methods of immortals and gods.

Yang Zhao himself practiced martial arts as if it were fantasy or fairy tales, so it was not surprising that he had a method similar to the Ten Thousand Swords Technique.

However, Yang Zhao was quite surprised by the methods used by Taoist Baisun.

The last time they fought outside the city of Bianjing, Taoist Baisun's Mysterious Dark Palm and true martial arts were equally terrifying, but not as amazing as they are now.

The two sides fought for a while and soon stopped.

Yang Zhao looked at Taoist Baisun in mid-air opposite him and said, "I didn't expect that after not seeing him for such a long time, Taoist Baisun has actually entered the realm of Martial Saint. His ability to control water and freeze ice is really an eye-opener for this junior."

When Taoist Baisun heard Yang Zhao's words, his face suddenly turned dark.

In the last battle outside the city of Bianjing, Taoist Baisun fought with all his strength as a half-step Martial Saint, but was defeated by Yang Zhao, suffered heavy casualties, and finally fled in embarrassment with Zhao Min.

That battle was regarded as the greatest shame of his life by Taoist Baisun.

When Yang Zhao mentioned it again, Taoist Baisun was immediately furious and said, "Young man from the Yang family, there is no point in talking to you. Today, I will avenge my previous humiliation and freeze you under the Taihu Lake, where you will be forever in silence and darkness."

As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Baisun attacked again, causing huge waves from the vast Taihu Lake to spread all over the sky. He penetrated them with his extremely sharp martial arts truth, and transformed them into terrifying ice spears, which shot towards Yang Zhao like an overwhelming force. The scene was earth-shattering.

There is a huge difference between the methods of a Martial Saint and those of a Half-Step Martial Saint.

When Yang Zhao saw this scene, he was also quite moved. When the ice spears were shooting towards him, he stretched out his hand and pointed. A dark crack in the void appeared, swallowing up all the ice spears in the sky.

Then, in the crack of the void, a world of the underworld appeared faintly.

Shi Shouxin, Li Jixun and others, with 30,000 ghost soldiers, rushed out from the ghost world in a mighty manner, and soon they were like a dark cloud, lying across the sky.

"This old guy smells like incense and divine power. Uh, it seems a little off."

Among the Yishe brothers, Liu Shouzhong was the most carefree. He was holding an ice spear that was broken into two pieces in his hand. He swallowed the true meaning of martial arts in the ice spear like chewing sugarcane, and let the ice spear turn into water and disappear into the void.

Immortals and gods eat air.

At this time, the brothers of Yishe have turned into incense gods. Although they can taste some of the flavors they loved in life, they cannot swallow the actual objects and can only absorb the breath.

As the eldest brother among the Yishe brothers, Shi Shouxin quickly glared at Liu Shouzhong.

Damn it, these brothers of mine have been buried in the imperial mausoleum for so long that their personalities have changed drastically, and they seem to have become chatterboxes.

No matter what, we are the founders of the Song Dynasty, so we should be more dignified.

Chapter 284: Zhao Min appears, sheep become wolves

Except for Kong Pingzhong and others who had already been killed in the Kong Mansion in Qingzhou, this was the first time that the national guardian generals appeared in front of everyone.

Nine great martial saints, plus thirty thousand extremely ferocious ghost soldiers, were lying in the sky.

This scene almost scared everyone on Taihu Lake.

Among the 200,000 troops in Yanziwu, there were many people who did not want to be involved in the internal strife and war within the court again. After seeing this scene, they dropped their weapons and fled on the spot.

"Heavenly soldiers, the imperial court is sending heavenly soldiers and generals to deal with us."

"I knew that following those two bastards Feng Mei and Bi Sheng would never end well for me."

"That's right. Her Highness the Princess ruled the world so well, but she insisted on letting that bastard emperor take power again. Now, the old Zhao family ancestor who had been dead for two hundred years is here to collect his debt."

"Stop talking nonsense, run, run in different directions..."

Among the 200,000 troops of Yanziwu, there are smart people and stupid people, but the vast majority of them have no opinions of their own and just go with the flow and follow the trend.

This kind of army is fine if it just fights a favorable battle, and can catch up with the combat power of a regular army.

However, if they encounter setbacks, the morale of this kind of army will collapse the fastest.

Xin Qiji had been in charge of Jiangnan for such a long time, and he had thought about incorporating these 200,000 troops, but these old soldiers were almost beyond help.

So Xin Qiji simply let these 200,000 troops farm and grow crops on their own in Yanziwu and support them as garrison soldiers.

This is also the reason why Xin Qiji was negligent in this 200,000-strong army.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

Among the army of 200,000, tens of thousands of defeated soldiers fled, breaking up the army's complete formation, and were hacked and killed by their tougher companions. At least a quarter of the army lost its combat effectiveness.

This scene even stunned Yang Zhao and the nine national guardian generals in the sky.

"So, has the Song Dynasty become so rotten now?"

"No, Boss Shi, should we take advantage of this opportunity to charge in?"

"Why not just forget it? We just need to kill those leaders and masters. These hundreds of thousands of people are still the people of the Song Dynasty after all. It's not bad to be their slaves."

Shi Shouxin, Li Jixun and others shouted with strange expressions.

At this moment, among the extremely chaotic army of 200,000, the people from Beiliang and Mongolia who had been following Sima Guang began to take action.

Xu Longxiang was born with a body of diamond and was not afraid of swords or weapons. With one charge into the army, hundreds of people exploded on the spot, and hundreds of people around him were shocked.

Xu Yanbing was well versed in military tactics. He swung the spear in his hand, killing a group of chaotic soldiers. Then he quickly gathered a large number of soldiers and regrouped them into battle formation with his powerful force and might.

King Jinlun was like an ancient dragon elephant walking on a glacier, roaring like thunder, shocking the chaotic soldiers to death on the spot, and then instructing some officers to regroup.

Mahaye was like a holy Buddha on earth. Wherever he passed, the sound of Sanskrit could be heard. Almost in an instant, he converted the large number of chaotic soldiers, who gathered into an army like fanatical believers and followed behind him.

More than a dozen powerful men above the heavenly realm took action.

In just less than an incense stick of time, the army, which was already on the verge of collapse, was forcibly glued together to form one square formation after another.

As for Sima Guang, Feng Mei, Bi Sheng and others under Zhao Ji, they lost their power in an instant.

At this moment, Sima Guang, Feng Mei and Bi Sheng also understood.

These people from Northern Liang, the Mongols, and the Sui Dynasty never thought of helping Zhao Ji regain control of the court. At most, they just used Zhao Ji to stir up chaos within the Song Dynasty in order to deplete the national strength of the Song Dynasty.

"Fuck, Lao Feng, all those bastards under my command have surrendered and won't listen to my orders at all."

"Stop talking. You can't see the situation clearly now. Do you want to die?"

Feng Mei and Bi Sheng are now extremely regretful.

Only Sima Guang, with a red face, quickly caught up with Xu Longxiang, the son of Xu Xiao, the King of Beiliang, with the help of some loyal guards.

"General Xu, these are soldiers from our Song Dynasty. According to the agreed terms, you guys..."

puff!

Just as Sima Guang roared and tried to take back the military power from Xu Longxiang, a long spear pierced through him from behind.

The vitality of the already aging body is draining away.

Sima Guang looked at the gun tip that suddenly appeared on his chest, and turned his head with all his strength, only to see Xu Yanbing revealing a subtle but sinister smile.

"Lord Sima, the generals under the Song Emperor are not very capable. Let us take over."

Xu Yanbing pulled out his spear and shook it gently. The hot blood fell onto the glacier, splashing a few red spots.

Sima Guang also fell completely to the ground, his eyes stained red with blood. In his last thoughts, his life events flashed through his mind, and finally stopped on Zhao Ji in the Gen Palace.

Your Majesty, perhaps we are really wrong.

Sima Guang's death was not conspicuous on the chaotic glacier. Only a few people even noticed it, and then it was completely ignored by everyone.

The scattered army of more than 100,000 people soon formed into a whole again.

However, this time, the army of more than 100,000 has a new master.

After an army of more than 100,000 was formed, a "young man" dressed in white men's clothing and holding an exquisite sword appeared in front of Yang Zhao and others, under the protection of a tall demonic figure.

When Yang Zhao saw this person, his expression remained unchanged, and he said, "I was wondering who set up an ambush in my south, but it turned out to be Princess Minmin who ran very fast outside of Bianliang City. Long time no see."

Yang Zhao mentioned the embarrassing incident of his escape in the past.

Zhao Min's originally smug expression suddenly froze, and she said coldly, "Yang Zhao, this princess said that she would come back sooner or later. I wonder if Master Yang Zhao is satisfied with this gift today?"

Yang Zhao laughed and said, "Princess Minmin, you don't think that you can break into Jiangnan and take down Yang's lair with these rotten tomatoes and stinky bird eggs, right?"

Zhao Min was as proud as a swan and said, "Although these servants are weak, under the leadership of my Mongolian warriors, a group of sheep can also become a pack of wolves that can hunt tigers. Although I don't know what tricks Master Yang played to make 30,000 soldiers float in the air, can you rush down to stop me?"

After Zhao Min finished speaking, she gave a look to Taoist Baisun in front of her.

Taoist Baisun took out a short staff inlaid with a blood-colored crystal from his arms, cut a bloody wound on his palm, and the surging hot blood was immediately swallowed by the crystal on the short staff.

In the blink of an eye, the short staff quickly grew larger and turned into a scepter that was about two meters high.

boom!

The scepter fell to the ground, and a layer of red light bloomed on the blood-colored crystal, spreading rapidly among the hundreds of thousands of troops like ripples.

Wherever the blood-colored ripples passed, the sounds of chaos and wailing among the hundreds of thousands of troops quickly disappeared.

Instead.

A bloodthirsty and tyrannical aura began to rise from every soldier.

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Um, the Song Dynasty volume is about to end, and the plot will shift to the Sui Dynasty, so the writing is not smooth. I will organize the outline as soon as possible.

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Chapter 285: The Hellish Ghosts of Thirty Thousand Ghost Soldiers