Ze Tian Ji

Chapter 1151: Burn the Garan Temple

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A kite is flying in the sky.

In a remote corner, Wang Po wiped off the muddy water on his face, squinted his eyes and looked at the hill, and naturally recognized that it was Xiao Zhang's kite.

Didn't the kite break on the wall of Xuelao City a few days ago

That kite used to be tied with a person, but today it is tied with a painting.

The painting is very huge, more than ten feet wide and high, gently swaying in the wind, like wheat waves, but the scenery on the canvas is not affected, it is very clear.

Looking at the painting, General Fei Dian, who had just been revived by a cinnabar pill, gradually focused his out-of-focus eyes and became extremely sharp.

The three old men of a food team in the southern plains narrowed their eyes at the same time, recalling endless memories.

At the head of Xuelao City, in the shadow of the temple building, the black robe had his hands in his sleeves, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

They have all seen the scene in the painting.

The extremely beautiful Garan Temple is not something that can be found in the world.

The Buddhist lineage has been broken for countless years.

The incense of Jialan Temple continued for a long time.

Until a thousand years ago, it was finally destroyed in the flames of war.

The demons invaded, and Luoyang was besieged for three months. The population of the city was three out of ten, and the people suffered heavy casualties. A total of 60 million people were killed.

The treasures of civilization such as the Jialan Temple have been destroyed.

The so-called romantic, all torched.

This painting is about the burning of Jialan Temple.

Few people have seen Garan Temple with their own eyes now, but many people have seen the portrait of Garan Temple in books, and many people know the story.

As for the siege of Luoyang, it was a humiliation and pain that all human beings will never forget.

The huge painting hanging in the sky is very well painted, lifelike, as if real.

Looking at the raging flames in that painting, the soldiers seemed to be able to hear the painful creaking sound of the mansion falling.

In that painting, there are still many people's faces, painful, distorted, bewildered, and numb. In the end, these people all died in the fire.

Seeing that painting, the frontline soldiers once again wanted to understand a simple truth.

This is history.

This is where the anger comes from.

That's why we appear under Xuelao City now.

As the painting and the information contained in the painting spread in the barracks, a conjecture also spread at the same time.

According to legend, Wu Daozi, the saint of painting, painted murals in Jialan Temple all the year round. Is it possible that this painting was painted by him

Now the whole continent knows that Wu Daozi is not dead, he is traveling with someone all over the world.

If Wu Daozi is here, does it mean... that person is also here

Thinking that a legendary figure like Wang Zhice might appear on the front line at any time, the morale of the human army was greatly boosted.

In contrast, the morale of the demons suddenly dropped a lot, and it was even more exaggerated than the improvement of the human race.

For the human army, Shang Xingzhou and Wang Zhice had similar influence. For the demons, it was completely different. They might not know who the current emperor of the human race was, nor did they know about Chen Changsheng, nor did they know that Shang Xingzhou was the teacher of the emperor of the human race and Chen Changsheng, but they definitely knew who Wang Zhice was.

Twilight.

The setting sun dyed the snow old city in the west red.

Half the city seemed to be on fire.

Suddenly, countless fanatical shouts resounded between the city wall and the field below the city.

The shouted words sounded like gurum.

Many human soldiers can understand some simple demon vocabulary, especially the meaning of this word, they will not forget it.

When the demon soldiers frantically slaughtered and wanted to exchange their lives for their lives, when they were surrounded on the top of the mountain and finally committed suicide, they would all shout this word.

This word means god emperor.

The Demon King finally appeared.

Chen Changsheng took the binoculars from Ling Haizhiwang's hand, and looked up Xuelao City.

The air today is particularly clean, and the light of the setting sun does not affect the line of sight, and I can barely see the picture of the top of the city.

Although it was a bit blurry, Chen Changsheng still recognized the face he hadn't seen for many years.

Compared to when he was in Baidi City back then, the Demon Lord appeared much calmer, with a more majestic expression.

Looking at the beard that the Demon Lord deliberately grew, Chen Changsheng thought of Tang Thirty-Six, and then saw the Demon Lord's horns.

Logically speaking, as a royal family, the Demon Lord did not have magic horns, but he made two and decorated them, which looked extraordinarily exaggerated.

Obviously, this is a method used to win the affection of the lower and middle class demons.

Shang Xingzhou has arrived.

The devil appeared.

This means that the final decisive moment is approaching.

For the demons, if they can stick to the Old Snow City until the winter comes, it is of course the best way. But they have no way to solve the problem of food and grass, which is exactly the same as the situation faced by Luoyang City back then. Even if they massacre the people themselves and reduce the non-military population as much as possible, there is no way to solve the rations of hundreds of thousands of tribal fighters outside the city.

Moreover, the human army will not leave any remains of their comrades.

The right time, place and people are in harmony. Now it seems that the demons have the right place, and the human race has the right time. As for the time...

The recent falling snow seems to show that the heavens favor the demons more, but the time for the decisive battle is determined by the humans.

So who will win the final victory in this war

It was another morning.

The wilderness outside Xuelao City was as quiet as if it hadn't woken up.

The horn sounded suddenly.

Then the whole world woke up.

All beings in this world are waiting for this moment.

Maybe no one could really fall asleep last night.

The wolf cavalry, the main force of the Demon Race, launched a fierce attack on the East Route Army of the Human Race.

The black soil on the field was blown away and fell like raindrops. There were sounds of weapons colliding, grunting and howling, and the sound of formations being activated.

The East Route Army endured the tide of attacks from the demons with difficulty, and finally won a rare free time in the afternoon.

The battalion issued an urgent order to the front line, requiring the front team to retreat as soon as possible and complete the rotation with the reserve cavalry.

Feathered arrows were flying in the sky, suppressing the opponent's spearmen, and also covering for their own side.

All the processes are going on in an orderly manner, but somewhere there is some trouble.

The North Third Battalion, which has been at the forefront since the start of the war, refused to retreat.

Because Guan Feibai didn't obey the military orders.

He is not the commander of the North Third Battalion, but he is a disciple of Lishan Sword Sect and the strongest in the team.

At the beginning, he and his two junior brothers ventured up the cliff and were the first to reach Xuelao City.

The entire North Third Battalion now only listens to Guan Feibai's words.

The reason why Guan Feibai was unwilling to retreat was also very simple.

His younger brother Liang Banhu died, and Guan Bai died in order to save them.

He's already red-eyed.

At the most tense moment, accompanied by the sound of a crane, Xu Yourong came to the arena.

Guan Feibai held the sword, squinted his eyes, and looked at her, his voice was extremely hoarse and deep, like a beast that hadn't drunk water for many days.

"Junior Sister, don't persuade me."

His squinted eyes were bloodshot.

Xu Yourong knew that he seemed to be sane and spoke in an orderly manner, but in fact he was already insane and could not be persuaded.

"I remember that Senior Brother Qiushan should have prepared a kit for you."

Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and said, "You should take it apart and have a look."