After all the famous generals were killed in Lihuo City, there were not many people with discerning eyes left in Xihuang. At least the king and the prince Mang Zhan did not have too keen judgment. It's not actually licking the wound, but taking the initiative to counterattack so quickly.
The whole country is still breathing a sigh of relief for the large-scale withdrawal of troops, expecting to recuperate and recover for a period of time, the large-scale entry of Nanli shocked the Western Wilderness.
This kind of misjudgment, which was never thought of, caused Xihuang to respond extremely slowly, and there was no decent defense at all.
It was only at this time that Mang Zhan finally gathered the defeated soldiers and gathered the capital for the final defense of the capital.
Standing at the head of the city and looking at Li Qingjun who was shooting right in front of the formation below, Mang Zhan's eyes were a little stunned. A few days ago, he led the army to besiege her, thinking about how to capture her and humiliate her when the city was broken... But in just a few days, the world was turned upside down, and she led a large army to the city.
Mang Zhan is just a middle-aged person. Whether it is strategy or force, he is a little worse than his old enemy Li Qinglin. When he was sent to Nanli, he could still be knocked off the spear by Qin Yiyi, who had not yet broken through the innate. Not really. It should be said that he himself felt that Li Qinglin was his old enemy, but in fact, in Li Qinglin's eyes, he basically could not find his position in the battle, and the pattern of the two was never the same level.
But Mang Zhan is not the second generation ancestor who is incompetent and brainless. He is indeed a veteran who is used to fighting on the battlefield. At least he has had his share in the invasion of Nanli many times. He is also relatively mature politically. After Mang You and other generals died in Lihuo City, Mang Zhan became the last pillar of Xihuang.
The hundred-footed worm is dead but not stiff, and with such an opponent sticking to the final capital, this battle is not easy to fight.
This is the battle of national fortune, breaking the city's Xihuang demise, once it can't get in, Nanli himself will collapse.
"Woo..." The low horn sounded, the drums of war resounded in the sky, and the Nanli Army carried the cloud ladder and braved the arrows to the city wall. From a distance, one side of the city wall is full of people, like black ants. The big boulders fell on the city, and some of the sergeants who climbed up screamed and fell, and the fighters at the back continued to climb without fear of death.
There are even more advanced generals who use the ladder and the shoulders of the soldiers to take a few steps to reach the top of the city.
There are firelight and black smoke everywhere, and under the fluttering snow, it seems that the two worlds are rubbed together.
Qin Yi looked at it from a distance and always felt a sense of detachment.
As if human life is no longer human life, the tactics of "ant possession" are really like human life. In a trance, I can also understand the thoughts of Ming He when he looks at people. They look at the sergeant, and Ming He looks at them, isn't it similar...
Looking at Li Qingjun quietly, Li Qingjun's expression was cold and solemn, and there was no sign of weakness or sympathy.
Qin Yi knew this was a matter of course.
In the past two months, her innocence should have been worn away long ago. The red makeup and yellow flowers were locked in the cabinet, and she changed into the blood-colored robe and the cold iron armor. The current Li Qingjun is a fast-growing famous general.
She had this kind of aptitude, just like the spear that rushed towards the spider demon in the wind and rain.
In such a decisive battle with thousands of troops, Qin Yi can't help much on the battlefield. Although there are some AOE skills, the range is not large, and it is not used many times, and it is easy to accidentally hurt allies.
But he can play some very special supporting roles.
Above the city wall, Mang Zhanzheng forced a Nanli general to retreat with a spear, and suddenly there were personal soldiers beside him shouting in horror: "Tai, Prince... Heaven..."
Mang Zhan turned his head to look, and also opened his eyes.
Hundreds of Nanli elites took off their battle armors, and only dressed in vigorous attire, flew over from the sky, and approached the city wall...
"What the hell is this, can anyone in Nanli fly? That's a shit!"
It's not that Nanli people can fly, it's just that Qin Yi made a hundred floating talismans and controlled the direction of the floating flight. His limit is only able to control a hundred, and the speed is not fast.
But even so, it has already brought disaster to the Xihuang defending city.
A few Nanli elites were shot down during the flight, and most of them fell into the city.
This becomes the door, and the trouble is big. Mang Zhan anxiously sent people down the city wall to deal with it, and Li Qingjun moved there.
Taking advantage of the chaos at the top of the city, she led the last of her personal soldiers, leading the way, and rushed straight to the city gate.
Before anyone arrived, the strong spear light had already poked heavily into the crack of the city gate.
The city gate shook.
With a loud noise, Qin Yi smashed the iron chain beside the door with his bat.
Under the attack from inside and outside, the city gate finally opened.
Thousands of troops swarmed in, Li Qingjun looked neither sad nor happy, and went straight to Mang Zhan with a gun.
Qin Yi heaved a sigh of relief, this should be done...
At this moment, a tassel voice came from the sea of knowledge: "There are strong people approaching, be careful!"
Qin Yi was taken aback, the sand and dust rose up in the distance, and the flying sand and rocks were scattered.
In just an instant, the visitor had already arrived at the head of the city, floating in the air and indifferently watching the battle situation below.
This is a strong man like a savage, with a red upper body, big bare feet, a tiger skin around his waist, a necklace made of bones and teeth on his neck, a wooden staff in one hand, and a machete in the other.
An extremely terrifying aura shrouded the battlefield, and the soldiers who were fighting fiercely were unknowingly deterred by the suffocating aura, and slowly stopped.
There was silence on the battlefield.
Li Qingjun and Mang Zhan exchanged blows and retreated unconsciously. Both sides were in shock.
Mang Zhan didn't know who was coming, nor did Li Qingjun, but it was obvious that it would be beneficial to Xihuang to turn into an elbow at this time. What's more, it looks like the tribal image in the early stage of the rise of the Western Wilderness... Could it be some great witch who lives in seclusion in the Western Wilderness
Mang Zhan said in surprise: "Senior... it seems to be very similar to the portrait in the ancestral hall of this king..."
"Ancestral Temple..." The person who came came said, with a voice like a bell: "Your surname is Mang?"
Mang Zhan said: "Exactly, my name is Mang Zhan, Prince Xihuang."
"Prince... This kind of middle-earth name is unbearable, and the Nanli group can learn it. Why did I need such a thing in the wild?"
Mang Zhan: "… "
The person who came said coldly: "It seems that you are the ones who are disturbing this meditation retreat when praying to the ancestors. It is ridiculous that you are actually going to be destroyed by the Nanli people."
Mang Zhan was surprised and delighted: "Really... Really the ancestor? The ancestor is really alive?"
Qin Yi and Li Qingjun twitched in their hearts at the same time.
Does Xihuang really have an ancestor who cultivated witches and longevity
Trouble this time...
The visitor said coldly: "Over ninety years ago, if this seat hadn't helped you secretly, your ancestors would have been wiped out in a tribal war. How could you turn around to unify all the ministries and create a great wasteland?"
Mang Zhan was ecstatic and pointed at Nanli's army: "These thieves invaded my homeland..."
Qin Yi interrupted abruptly, and said loudly, "Can you watch it, fellow Daoist?"
There was a fragrant wind in the field again, and a stunning female crown appeared in the field: "But Venerable Mangshan? Tianshu God Que Minghe is polite."
Qin Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
It is a bit too much for a senior cultivator to intervene in the human battle. Ming He can usually be said to be just on the sidelines, but if other cultivators intervene, it will not only be a human matter, Ming He should also show some intimacy... Anyway, he claims to be indebted to the sword array...
This is something I never thought of before. Since Venerable Mangshan is so awesome, how could Nanli and Xihuang see each other for a hundred years
However, he saw that Venerable Mangshan looked at Ming He and showed his first smile since he appeared: "Tianshu Shenque, you seem to be from the first palace, not bad, not bad. Go back and say hello to the respected teacher on your behalf."
It seems that his attitude towards Ming He is much better than his own descendants...
Ming He bowed his head: "Your Excellency has a heart."
Venerable Mangshan smiled slightly: "Do you stand on the side of Nanliren in Tianshu Shenque?"
Ming He shook his head and said, "Junior is just watching, the world is over, it's against the rules for you and me to intervene."
"Who said that this seat is going to intervene..." Venerable Mangshan suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the battle.
Under everyone's stunned, Mang Zhan didn't even have time to scream, and his whole body exploded, turning into a rotten mass of meat.
Ming He frowned, puzzled: "What does your venerable mean?"
"I have been thinking about the reason why I am stuck in the realm of Huiyang and haven't taken a step for a hundred years." Venerable Mangshan said lightly: "I received the prayer today, and I suddenly woke up. I think it is far away. Avoiding the world, never asking about future generations, is there nothing in your mind? But if a tie exists in reality, and you hear it when you pray, it’s just self-deception, and the root cause of this road’s lack of progress.”
Minghe: "…"
Venerable Mangshan took a step in the air, and he had already reached the Xihuang Palace: "Then this fault will be resolved, and everything will be silent."
The huge foot shadow volleyed down, and the entire Xihuang Palace became ruins. In the desolate smoke, Venerable Mangshan strode far away, never looking here again.
Qin Yi opened his mouth wide and looked at the direction the man was going, but he still hasn't reacted.
This is…
Did you slaughter your own descendants with your own hands
"This is the Tao?" He couldn't help but ask Ming He.
Ming He was silent for a moment: "The Tao is different, but this is indeed the Tao."