We can never forget the time when all the ethnic groups in China were respected by everyone, and wherever the flag of heaven passed, they bowed their heads in submission!
We can't forget that once upon a time, the ancestors of the Chinese people traveled to every star region in the universe, and even the gods would be terrified when they saw them!
We will never forget the turmoil of heaven and earth and the changes in China! The pressure of our ancestors is gone, the noble spirit of heaven and earth is gone, and our compatriots have been bullied by the barbarians.
We will never forget when those ancient stars from all eight directions stepped on our Chinese land, slaughtered our Chinese compatriots, and plundered our Chinese land!
We cannot forget, how can we forget? How can we dare to forget? The dark clouds in the sky are the humiliation that the Chinese people are unwilling to accept. The rain in the sky is the blood and tears shed by our ancestors. The dead souls in the sky are the last roar of China...
Three days later, the Battle of Zhongzhou!
There is not a trace of conspiracy in this war. This war is the only war in which no one will retreat. China must fight, and foreign countries must also fight. This is a fight to the death!
Liu Xun never participated in the war from beginning to end. He just watched the scene calmly in the void. The golden-haired monk from the foreign land did not participate either. It was not that he did not want to participate, but that he did not dare to...
Because he knew that if he joined the battlefield, Liu Xun would definitely kill all these foreign monks instantly...
As for the reason why Liu Xun didn't do it even though he had the ability to kill foreign cultivators instantly, it was because the Chinese cultivators needed to vent their anger, a kind of vent that was covered in blood...
The blond monk sighed, drew his sword, and inserted it into his heart without hesitation. Liu Xun watched the scene calmly and devoured his body.
Watching his subordinates fighting while he could not join in the battle was undoubtedly a torment, so he committed suicide. Liu Xun did not stop him, not because he did not want to stop him, but because it was a kind of respect for the enemy on the battlefield. When two armies fight, each serves its own master, and there is nothing that can be done about it.
The war lasted for a whole month, and China suffered a loss of 100,000 casualties, but completely destroyed the foreign land.
"Emperor Yuan, notify everyone that the group will have twenty years to recuperate, and after twenty years, they will march out of the territory!" Liu Xun said softly. Upon hearing this, Emperor Yuan nodded and passed the order to every cultivator.
Twenty years passed like a breeze, and China has regained its vitality. Various magnificent palaces are everywhere, and the streets are crowded with people and traffic, as if it has returned to its heyday.
But this is only on the surface. Liu Xun knows that China will not recover without a few hundred years. But this cannot be rushed, so he can only wait.
Twenty years is enough time for a lot of things to happen. After the natural disaster, China was filled with vitality everywhere. All kinds of exotic beasts appeared, and all living beings became extremely powerful, as if they had returned to the primitive times.
A magnificent palace stood above the sky, with no end in sight. No one knew how big this palace was. Some monks knew that it was the main palace of heaven.
The main hall stands in the void, hidden in the secular world. This was done by Liu Xun to imply that China is higher than the nine heavens. Fairy mist is everywhere, and the chaotic energy of the new birth of heaven and earth is enveloping the hall, preventing it from suffering even the slightest damage.
The area surrounding the palace was filled with monks wearing silver armor. A fierce and murderous aura emanated from the eyes of every monk. These were the people of Heaven, but there were only a few million of them.
After the war ended twenty years ago, Liu Xun believed that conquering foreign countries was a very risky thing, so he laid off the cultivators with slightly lower cultivation levels. One reason was for the sake of cultivation on the ancient Chinese star, and the other was for their safety.
Nine out of tens of millions of cultivators were killed in an instant, and the remaining ones were undoubtedly the elites of the entire China. Among the one million cultivators, 33,000 were members of the main killing flag, and the remaining eight flags had 100,000 each. The rest were Liu Xun's personal troops, that is, the newly established vanguard army.
In the five regions of China, because of the crisis that almost wiped out the clan, all the people in the world realized the importance of military force. Suddenly, the trend of practicing Taoism became popular, and various sects and forces rose rapidly.
But they have only one goal in their practice, that is to join the Heavenly Court! In the minds of the new generation of cultivators, the Heavenly Court is the supreme existence, and Liu Xun is regarded as the goal of their practice. The word "Emperor of Heaven" has almost become a synonym for invincibility in China.
"Emperor of Heaven, one million of our troops have made preparations for war. In the other five regions, the number of cultivators who have met the requirements has also reached 3.5 million. As for when to go to war, it is entirely up to the Emperor of Heaven to decide." In the meeting hall of the main hall of Heaven, a member of the Heavenly Court knelt on one knee and spoke softly.
"Wait another year and collect five million!" Liu Xun slowly stood up and walked out of the hall. Upon seeing this, the man from the Heavenly Court immediately saluted with his fists and then disappeared.
"Since you are here, why don't you show yourself?" After the man from the Heavenly Court left, Liu Xun looked into the void and said softly. As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of a monk in black appeared. The monk in black was Wang Lin.
"I told you that I would take your life sooner or later." Wang Lin's eyes were as sharp as knives, his resolute face was intimidating without even being angry, and the aura he exuded was even more terrifying than twenty years ago.
"So that's how it is. No wonder you have such a strong hatred." A breeze blew by, bringing Liu Xun the information he wanted to know. As long as he was on the ancient star of China, there was no such thing as privacy for Liu Xun.
This is why Wang Lin was so irritable and full of murderous aura after seeing Liu Xun. He could have spent his life in peace, but he was dragged into this huge situation! He was unwilling and angry, and he pushed all the blame on Liu Xun.
To be honest, Wang Lin’s fate is very similar to Liu Xun’s. Both were teleported to this world helplessly, both resorted to any means necessary to survive, and both were lucky enough to grow to the peak. But there is only one difference, that is, Liu Xun is the cause and Wang Lin is the result!
"Is it meaningful?" After knowing everything about Wang Lin, Liu Xun felt sympathy. This battle was meaningless. What did winning or losing mean? This was just a fate that went wrong...
"How can I justify myself if I don't kill you? If it were you, what would you do?" Wang Lin waved the black spear in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Liu Xun did not answer Wang Lin's question, but just sighed, and the Qilin Thorn, which had not been unsheathed for twenty years, suddenly appeared in his hand.
The moment the Qilin Spear was unsheathed, the entire ancient Chinese star trembled violently, and a blood-red sword light came down from the sky, as if it split the chaos and seemed to destroy the world.
"Then... let's fight!" After saying this, Liu Xun and Wang Lin moved outside the domain, because they both knew what the consequences of their current fight would be. Although Wang Lin wanted to kill Liu Xun, he was not a person who would kill indiscriminately. (To be continued)