Living is a difficult thing, but it is not an impossible thing.
For example, Jiang Wangji, and the Master, paid an unbearable price in exchange for a long thousand years.
Fan Lingyue was right, Ning Chen did not die, but survived with difficulty and embarrassment.
The forbidden move didn't work, but Ning Chen's meridians were still destroyed. True Qi gathered in the sea of dantian Qi, and every time he passed through the damaged meridians, it was like thousands of poisonous needles piercing the bone, and the pain was unbearable.
"If you don't want to die, hold back," Mu Chengxue said coldly.
The innate qi was injected, forcibly passed through the broken meridians, and dispelled the sword qi of the pure karma at the beginning of every wound.
"Uh"
Ning Chen let out a long, painful hum, blood poured out from the corners of his mouth, and after the forbidding power dissipated, it turned black again.
Without the meridians, the true qi forcibly penetrates the flesh. This kind of pain is unimaginable. Ning Chen doesn't want to die, so he can only endure it.
The sword of slaying sins of net industry has a great restraint on Ning Chen's illusory body of immortality. If the remaining sword energy is not removed, even the body of immortality will collapse quickly.
Mu Chengxue's infuriating energy surged all over his body, constantly penetrating the blockage of his physical body, and directly reaching the former's body.
As time passed, Mu Chengxue's expression changed again and again, she couldn't understand how his body had been able to survive until today.
The internal organs are completely destroyed, the poison is all over the body, and now even the meridians are broken, the immortal body will not die, but it does not mean that there is no consciousness.
There is a limit to what a person can bear. Can one really overcome such pain with will alone
Mu Chengxue was silent, and his right hand infuriated another three points, speeding up the dispersal speed.
After half an hour, Ning Chen's body of net karma was finally completely exorcised, and the body that was gradually collapsing had gradually stabilized, barely stabilizing.
"From now on, you can't be infuriated anymore." Mu Chengxue said calmly.
Without meridians, infuriating qi has nowhere to go, and can only travel through the flesh. No one can bear such pain. Forced martial arts or cultivation will only lead to distraction.
Ning Chen opened his eyes, smiled tiredly, and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as you can live"
"My promise has been completed. In the future, I won't care about your life and death. Cherish the few days you have left."
After speaking, Mu Chengxue turned around and walked towards the depths of the underworld.
In the Royal Court of Beimeng, reinforcements gathered day by day, and after several months of preparation, the 200,000-strong army finally set off from Beimeng in a mighty manner, passing through the city of Yangui and heading south.
70,000 iron cavalry, plus 130,000 infantry, powerful combat capability, once again brought a great threat to the north of Daxia.
The two armies collided for the first time three hundred miles south of the city of Yangui. The Marquis of Buyi and the Marquis of Ziyang were waiting for a long time.
The Northern Mongolia Iron Cavalry's combat effectiveness was significantly higher than that of the Xia Army. However, the two Marquis Wu were both battle-hardened people, 200,000 against 200,000.
The place where the two armies are fighting is close to the border between the two dynasties, and reinforcements will come at any time. No one knows the future situation of the war.
In the royal court of Northern Mongolia, there is still continuous conscription. People from the grasslands are belligerent, good at fighting, and can ride and shoot well since childhood.
Fan Lingyue's prestige in northern Mongolia is unparalleled. When the draft order came out, the young man's reaction was not resistance, but a positive response.
On the contrary, the conscription order of the Daxia court, no matter when, is something that the people are extremely resistant to. The people of Daxia like peace, but they also lack the blood they should have.
After the reinforcements from Northern Mongolia entered, Daxia's pressure increased by several points. If the gate is still under the control of Northern Mongolia today, Daxia is always in a passive situation.
South of Tianmen Pass, the Northern Mongolian army led by Fan Lingyue brought an unparalleled threat to Daxia, especially after the defeat of the reinforcements from the west, this threat increased to an unprecedented level.
There are only four battalions left in the Imperial City, and there can be no less, otherwise, once there are more variables, the consequences will be unimaginable.
In the northern battlefield, the only real combat power left was the blood-clothed Marquis and Jing Wu Gong's less than 140,000 forbidden troops.
The 20,000 iron cavalry detached from the army of Beimeng, after crossing the river one step ahead of time, stayed on the other side of the Beihe River, and with the help of natural dangers, they brought a lot of trouble to the army of Duke Wu of Jing.
The order received by the 20,000 cavalry was to delay the pace of Duke Jing Wu's army as much as possible without having to fight to the death. Therefore, after the two armies fought a battle in Beihe, the 20,000 cavalry left.
In the next few days, the two armies clashed several times, and each time the 20,000 iron cavalry walked away at the touch of a button, disturbing the troops and not fighting.
The Northern Mongolian cavalry has the best mobility in the world, and even the most elite Imperial Guards in Daxia have to look up to it.
On the other side, after the defeat of the 100,000 reinforcements, the 55,000 forbidden troops under the Blood-clothed Hou immediately fell into a very embarrassing situation, unable to advance or retreat.
Two days later, the northern Mongolian army left Yangguan City and headed south.
The city of Yanbian has constantly sent reinforcements, but it is only a drop in the bucket and does not have much effect.
After a siege, the number of times Ning Chen appeared in the Xia Jun camp was significantly reduced, and every time he left the foggy forest, he would take a different path to cover up his whereabouts as much as possible.
For that night, Ning Chen didn't mention it, nor did the blood-clothed Hou.
When Mu Chengxue was in the underworld, he still kept trying to break through the sword intent of Zhige. Although he failed every time, he always persevered.
Ning Chen silently descended from the scroll of the sky, and handed the exercise to Mu Chengxue as a thank you for his action.
Mu Chengxue did not shirk either, accepting the Heavenly Scroll Exercise, and then continued to do what he had not done.
Ning Chen couldn't cultivate, thinking about the war every day, looking at a marching map over and over, seriously thinking about every possibility in the future.
In the face of Fan Lingyue, he and the Daxia Dynasty suffered too many losses, and the successive defeats forced him to reconsider.
He didn't expect Fan Lingyue's move before, it's been too long since Beiwuhou's betrayal, not only him, but I'm afraid no one in the whole world will remember this person.
However, who would have thought that at this critical moment, this Beiwuhou, who had been forgotten by the world, stabbed him and Daxia again.
Fan Lingyue had hidden this move for too long, until everyone had forgotten it, before taking it out.
In the next few days, the army of Northern Mongolia continued to move south, and the army was getting closer and closer to the imperial city. In Daxia, the atmosphere of panic became more and more serious. Correspondingly, various hidden dangers reappeared, causing chaos in Daxia. .
In the southeast direction of Daxia, the major sects that have been suppressed by Daxia Xiongwei for thousands of years are becoming more and more arrogant and no longer restrained.
In the past, on the first floor, on the first floor, the reputation of the two families spread again and went to the bright side.
One refers to the Sword Sect, the first floor refers to the Dangerous Building, and the two families refer to the Donglin Wang Family and Yucheng Yao Family respectively.
The four major forces are ranked in no particular order. If it is necessary to discuss the strength ranking, Jianzong and Donglin Wang Family may be relatively stronger.
Fan Lingyue quickly approached the major sects and aristocratic families, stating that as long as the major sects could help Beimeng to conquer the Great Xia, they would do their best to support the development of the major sects and the aristocratic clans, and would not impose restrictions like the Great Xia.
This promise has attracted the hearts of the major sects. They don't care who is the emperor in this land, but they need a relaxed development environment. For thousands of years, Daxia has always insisted on suppressing the growth of major sects and aristocratic families. Facts in the past have proved that sects are the real source of chaos. Ten thousand years ago, three thousand major religions were prosperous, but it was also the battle and war on the land of Shenzhou. most time
generation.
In the face of the sincerity of the Northern Mongolia side, among the two major sects and the two great families, the most messy statement of the dangerous building was the most insipid. As an organization composed of killers, the dangerous building has always been the most difficult existence among all the sects.
The attitude of Jianzong and Yucheng's Yao family was rather ambiguous. They did not say yes or no, and continued to wait and see.
Only the Wang family facing the east directly complied with the conditions of Fan Lingyue.
The Wang family is a big family that has existed for more than a thousand years, which means that the Wang family existed before the existence of Daxia.
Thousands of years have passed, and few people in the world know that the Donglin Wang family was the first family of the Hexi Dynasty in the past, just like the eldest grandson today.
The Donglin Wang family was loyal to the Hexi Dynasty, at least a thousand years ago.
Duke Xiyu came from one of the lineages of the Donglin Wang family, and he never forgot his ancestral training to help the He Xi royal family restore the country.
Su Feiyan was the princess of the Hexi Dynasty. That night, after escaping from the imperial city, she went to the royal family for temporary shelter.
However, after Duke Xiyu's death, the Wang family's attitude towards Su Feiyan became more subtle. After all, no one in this world would like to make wedding gowns for others in vain.
Su Feiyan saw it in her eyes, but she remained calm on weekdays, unaffected at all.
Human nature is like this, there is no need to mess up your heart for these people.
If there is hatred, then the only person she hates is the Marquis Zhiming of Daxia.
In Huayuan, in the Peony Pavilion, Su Feiyan looked at the Chunlei Qin on the stone table in front of her, her mind drifted away.
"Princess, what are your thoughts on the matter of marriage?" At some point, an elder of the Wang family came over and said with a smile.
The smile is gentle and looks unusually charitable. However, behind this smile, there is a real coldness that hides a knife in the smile.
Su Feiyan smiled lightly and said, "Elder Yi, the Wang family is not afraid that I will take revenge on the Wang family after I become the Queen of Beimeng"
"The princess is joking, the Wang family needs the help of the Beimeng royal court to continue to grow, and the princess also needs the support of the Wang family. This is a matter of mutual benefit and symbiosis. With the wisdom of the princess, how can you refuse?" Elder Yi whispered.
"Elder Yi is really a good lobbyist, I promise," Su Feiyan said slowly.
"Princess Wise" Elder Yi bowed respectfully, then stepped back.
Su Feiyan got up, looked at the beautiful scenery around the Peony Pavilion, and sighed in her heart. Perhaps, this is the last time she will appreciate the scenery of the Central Plains. In the future, she will face the boundless grasslands and deserts. For the hatred in her heart, she had to endure it. The emperor of Beimeng was only eight years old. She had time to prepare. She had already failed once, and she would never allow it to happen again.