Taiwu's true body appeared in the sky, like a golden sun shining brightly.
Taiwu's real body, which had disappeared for thousands of years, reappeared in the world, changing the situation on the battlefield in an instant.
"Faxiang! Grandmaster... the realm of Grandmaster actually exists in this world!"
The half-sentence stuck in the neck of the Taixuan old Taoist priest finally spit out.
His hair was disheveled and his face was covered in blood, but he jumped up from the ground happily like a child.
The eminent monk of the Xuankong Temple was also shocked, clasped his hands together, and said "Goodness~ Goodness~"
The young martial arts masters around all put down their weapons in unison, raised their heads, and stared blankly at the fabulous scene in the sky.
Step by step.
Jiang Zirou walked forward slowly.
Every time she took a step, the bloody demon cloud covering the sky dispersed.
When she came in front of the monster, the originally mighty monster was three points shorter out of thin air, and its aura had already been suppressed into the dust.
"At this moment! It's time for judgment."
"Clang!"
The big summer sparrow is out of its sheath.
A huge corona rose from behind Taiwu's true body.
Countless red-gold flying swords shot out from it, densely packed, like the Milky Way flowing backwards, invincible and invincible.
The headless demon roared desperately, the devilish energy behind it condensed into one hundred and eight arms, and each fist shadow was faster than the streamer, rushing towards Taiwu's real body like a black hurricane.
"laugh!"
Daxia Longque's sharp knife pierced through the wind of the fist, and immediately split the headless monster's strong body.
Afterwards, sword shadows descended one after another like a river of heaven, drowning the remnant body, washing away every inch of devilish energy on it, until the monster completely disappeared from the world.
"Hoo..."
Exhale, put away the knife.
After Taiwu's real body bloomed with immeasurable divine power, it turned into a golden spot of light and disappeared.
Jiang Zirou turned around.
The shining golden eyes stared lightly at the few masters who stood at the peak of martial arts in front of them.
"Withdrawing troops, the holy place of martial arts should take it as its duty to subjugate demons and uphold justice, and must not interfere in political affairs."
"It's natural."
The five great masters were dejected. They did not expect that the rare master would appear on this battlefield, and they were so young that it was unbelievable. No wonder the old master of Dead Man's Lake was hit hard and even became mad...
Finally, the old Taoist priest of Taixuanmen stepped forward and made a promise.
He rubbed his hands, and when he laughed, the creases on his face were like a blooming chrysanthemum.
"I wonder if this little friend can come to me..."
Jiang Zirou felt uncomfortable being watched by the old Taoist priest. Before he could finish his sentence, he shook his head slightly, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared on the battlefield.
…
The changes that happened on the battlefield also fell into the eyes of Heng Huang.
"Only members of the Great Xia royal family can use Taiwu's avatar. Who the hell..."
Although surprised.
But more in Henghuang's heart is the blessing of God's blessing in Daxia.
He was already prepared to fight these rebels to the death.
But I never thought that the situation would be so easily reversed with the help of a mysterious royal powerhouse.
Ever since he was a child, he studied military books hard, and Henghuang naturally knew that the rebel army was in chaos, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
He waved the battle flag himself.
Under the blessing of the true energy of the master master beside him, Henghuang's powerful words spread throughout the battlefield.
"The fire of civilization, the one that lasts for a thousand years, is only me in Daxia!"
"Listen to the orders! Follow me!"
…
No one dares to disobey a master of martial arts who masters invincible dharma.
Not long after Jiang Zirou left.
The five holy places quickly left the battlefield with their disciples.
There were only about a thousand masters who came to the Holy Land, but after these people left, the 300,000 army fell into the dust in an instant like a dragon whose spine had been removed, turning into a pool of fat waiting to be slaughtered.
After another blow, morale completely collapsed.
Seeing this, some aristocratic families also began to rebel.
Driven by the wolves and tigers of the forbidden army, the remaining rebels either fled or surrendered. No one dared to confront the army of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Less than half a day's time.
This very large-scale war is completely over, the corpses are scattered everywhere, and the scene of blood flowing in the oar makes people wonder whether they have come to hell on earth.
Send a large army of people to clean up the battlefield and burn the corpses to avoid the spread of plague and the breeding of monsters.
It was the early morning of the next day.
Henghuang, who hadn't slept all night, saw his four brothers in the palace.
The First Prince and Fourth Prince were pale and knelt on the ground.
The seventh and sixth princes were trembling all over, and a faint smell of urine came from their crotch, which made Heng Huang frowned involuntarily.
"Third Brother, Third Brother~ We were wrong! Don't kill me~ Shut me up in the palace and save my life..."
"Third brother, do you still remember when we were young we played cuju together, and I was always the first to pass the ball to you..."
The seventh and sixth princes kowtowed like garlic, tears streaming down their faces.
The First Prince and Fourth Prince remained silent.
Henghuang's palms holding the teacup creaked, his expression was tangled, and he gritted his teeth and looked at his brothers.
He has always been kind, and he is quite good to his brother.
But sitting on the throne, he has to think about the people of the world, his wife and children, and the imperial sister who has been silently supporting him behind his back...but he can't think about his own personal feelings.
In the end, Henghuang covered his face and sighed, and gave instructions to the old eunuch beside him.
"Give them a decent death."
…
The war is over.
Jiang Zirou hides his merits and fame, holds a book in his hand, and sits on a reclining chair basking in the sun.
The little eunuch Jiang Cheng walked to Jiang Zirou's side and looked at the charming girl in a white dress in the sun.
He hesitated to speak.
"Princess, we have won, the rebel army has retreated, and the rebellious princes have also been executed."
"Um."
Jiang Zirou stretched her waist, her body was infinitely beautiful, and she covered her face with the opened book.
"I heard from the guards in the palace that I was able to win that day thanks to the help of an expert in the realm of a great master." The little eunuch thought for a while and then said: "At that time, the princess disappeared..."
"Then you think I'm that mysterious expert?"
Jiang Zirou took off the book covering his face, blinked, and asked Jiang Cheng with a bright smile.
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This chapter is a bit stuck, I accidentally coded it all morning, the update is later, sorry, there are two more chapters to be updated in the afternoon or evening