Chapter 118 Leaving Ziyuan, the number one person in the world (two in one)

   Wenguang one hundred and seventy-eight years, November.

  Big Xia's number one man, Murong Zhi, vowed not to surrender, but was beheaded by the King of Qi, and sacrificed the flag for the army that went out again.

   When the news was sent back to the capital, the court shook and there was a cry of mourning.

  The Fourth King of Great Xia, Lin Ping, the God of War, proved himself to be a waste.

  Murong Zhi, the first person to cross the catastrophe, was beaten and captured alive, and now he is a sacrifice to King Qi.

   But now is not the time to be sad, the decisive battle is coming.

   King Qi's army strength has reached 400,000, and this hero walked to the battlefield.

   Opposite, are Chen Tianping, Junshen, and another good general, Ning Quan.

   And their strength has already reached an astonishing one million!

  No way, the King of Qi is too strong. In several wars, the less won the more. If they can't be crushed by numbers, the world will already belong to the King of Qi.

  When the war was about to start, Ziyuan had guests.

  This time is different from the sudden arrival of the Imperial Tomb Guard last time, and the news has been given in advance.

  The palace naturally didn’t welcome them, because of the unhappiness that happened before, plus Wen Guang’s cut of the vassal, the princess who has been in charge of the affairs of the palace, of course, would not look good, but he didn’t make any trouble.

  People from the Imperial Mausoleum entered the city grandly and were invited into the Purple Garden.

   "The purple air is coming from the east, and the smoke is curling up, but it is quiet and far away, much quieter than the funeral garden."

  The Holy Master of the Imperial Mausoleum personally led the team, followed by several imperial mausoleum guards and several younger luck masters.

  The strongest Golden Scale Master in Ziyuan greeted him, that is, the big brother who was optimistic about Chen Shen.

  The two luck masters were very polite and didn't mention poaching.

  "Senior Jinlin, I heard that there is a luck genius in your garden named Chen Shen. Where is he now? Feng Chen respected him all the time."

   A younger Master Zihe from the Imperial Mausoleum suddenly asked.

  If you are less than a hundred years old, you are considered a young person, so you will do what young people like to do.

  Hearing this, Jin Lin was about to speak, but the opposite Saint Master introduced him first.

   That is his disciple, very talented, the overlord among the white geese and green birds, and now he is the quasi-grandmaster of Zihe.

   "My disciple is the most aggressive in my life. This time, I also learned that I came to Prince An's Mansion, so I insisted on following. I was eager to meet the genius of Ziyuan whose reputation spread to the imperial mausoleum."

  The holy master smiled, implying that he also wanted to see whether his disciples or the genius of Ziyuan was stronger or weaker.

   Master Jinlin was slightly stunned, paused, and then said:

   "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the holy master. Chen Shen can't compete with the disciples now."

   "Could it be that Chen Shen hasn't reached my level yet?" The genius asked hastily.

  He paid attention to Chen Shen, and entered Zihe almost at the same time as him. Since he is a genius, he should enter the country soon.

  However, if Chen Shen is not yet at the level of a quasi-grandmaster, then there is really no need to proceed with this appointment.

  Although they are all Zihe masters, the quasi-grandmaster and his subordinates are not at the same level at all.

  The holy master also looked at Master Jinlin beside him. As his disciple said, it is indeed meaningless to discuss.

   "No." Grandmaster Jinlin smiled and explained:

   "It's not that he hasn't reached the level of a quasi-grandmaster, but that Chen Shen has been a Zihe Grandmaster many years ago, and is about to become a Golden Scale Master now, so I think he is a bit bullying the younger when he talks with his disciples."

   "." The young Master Zihe.

   "." Holy Master.

   "It seems that Chen Shen's reputation as a genius is even stronger than I imagined." The holy master nodded.

   It's not that Chen Shen can't do it, but that his apprentice is behind.

   "Breakthrough speed is so fast!" The disciple of the holy master was surprised. He felt that he was a genius enough. Now it seems that there are people out there, so we really can't underestimate the people of the world.

   "Dare to ask Master Jinlin, where is Chen Shen, I want to communicate with him." Shi Can asked again.

  Although it's a pity that I can't compete, but I also want to admire the luck genius who surpasses me.

   "." Chen Shen.

  Of course he was there, he was called by Grandmaster Jinlin.

   "This is it." Yu Qing patted Chen Shen's shoulder beside him.

   "You are?" Shi Can looked at Chen Shen carefully: "Brother Chen Shen has red lips and white teeth, and looks very young. I thought he was the golden boy of Master Jinlin."

   "I have seen the holy master, Fellow Daoist Shi, and all the senior masters." Chen Shen bowed to everyone in the imperial tomb.

  Next, Jin Lin chatted with the holy master, and Shi Can asked Chen Shen to discuss the Shanhe technique.

  In the evening, all the luck masters in Ziyuan warmly entertained the people in the imperial tomb.

  Shi Can is very familiar. Sitting next to Chen Shen, it seems that he is more familiar with Chen Shen than Zhang Ping.

   And everyone in Ziyuan was not idle. Many luck masters talked to Shi Can and other Huangling luck masters. They mainly wanted to build relationships and take them with them when they left.

  It's a pity that Shi Can and others can't say anything about this matter unless the holy master speaks.

   As for bribery, people like Huangling are richer than Ziyuan, so how could they care about the property of everyone in Ziyuan.

  Early the next morning, the holy master went to the royal tomb.

   Master Ziyuan Jinlin can't decide the matter of poaching people.

   Only three people can decide.

  One of them is Li Yue, the hard-working princess, but she wished that the imperial mausoleum and Wen Guang would die, so how could she be kind enough to send talents.

   It would be best to be King An, but this one, the holy master has nowhere to go to see him, and his status is not equal, so he dare not go to see him.

   And the last person is the holy master in the royal tomb.

  If the Master Wang Ling is willing to let him go, even the princess will not say anything.

   "You tell me, can the holy master's trip be successful? If it fails, I'm afraid the imperial mausoleum will not dare to take people away at will, right?"

  When the holy master visited the royal tomb, all the luck masters in Ziyuan discussed.

"It's been a long time. I guess the master of Wangling won't agree. Wenguang's cutting down the vassal is not to leave a way for Wang An and other kings. How could the saint be kind enough to give talents to the imperial tomb for nothing to help Wenguang protect his luck? ?” Someone said convincingly.

   "Don't talk too soon, I think your trip to the imperial mausoleum is hopeless, I hope everyone will stay behind for you." Someone said dissatisfied.

   It will take three days for the holy master of the imperial mausoleum to go here.

  Some people in Ziyuan who were able to go to the imperial tomb panicked.

   A small number of people gloated over other people’s misfortunes, wishing that everyone would not be able to go, that the purple garden would be one, and that they would feel safe if they died together.

   But soon, the master came out.

   "Thank you, senior!" He walked out of the royal tomb formation and bowed solemnly in the direction of the royal tomb.

  It turned out that the two holy masters were discussing Taoism, and the holy master of Huangling was grateful for the guidance of the old man of Wangling.

   As for the purpose of this trip, it was naturally very smooth.

"I have already negotiated with my seniors. This is the selection of talents for the imperial mausoleum. At the same time, I am thinking that the luck of the southern region is not easy. The seniors take pity on them. Therefore, for those who have been selected, I hope that after you go to the imperial mausoleum, you will study the luck of the imperial tomb and protect it." Daxia's luck, don't let down the painstaking efforts of the seniors."

  Everyone understands the first sentence, but the latter sentence is somewhat unclear.

  But soon, he understood the meaning of the other party's words.

  According to the original purpose, only people above Zihe Grandmaster and above, Shi Can and other people in the imperial tomb were taken away, which was also revealed inadvertently in the past few days.

   But the holy master entered the royal tomb, agreed to the old man's request, and selected many more people.

  For example, most of the Zihe-level air transporters were selected into the imperial mausoleum.

  Grandmasters at all levels up to and including the Green Bird, as well as some promising luck masters, are also on the list to go to the imperial mausoleum.

   This made many luck masters whose names were read by the holy master overjoyed and excited.

  But after the selection, some people were dissatisfied.

   "I don't agree. Why can Grandmaster Baiyan enter the imperial mausoleum? I am Grandmaster Greenbird, but I am not on the list?" A Greenbird Grandmaster said with a livid face.

  However, the holy master just glanced at him indifferently and did not answer.

   "Why, why can't I go, it's not fair, I want to see the old holy master of Wangling, you guys are favoritism!"

  The luck master was still clamoring. The saint heard this and frowned slightly, but he still didn't say anything.

  Grandmaster Jinlin beside him, Yu Qing sighed and said:

   "Don't mess around, step back."

  However, this person was very dissatisfied, and still felt that there was something wrong with the selection of the Holy Master of the Imperial Mausoleum.

  Yu Qing's eyes were slightly condensed, and she looked at him indifferently:

   "You've violated the taboo! Use a special technique to suppress the luck in your body and hide it from me, but don't forget, there is a holy master in Ziyuan now! Don't think about luck, in front of the holy master, no one can hide."

   As soon as the voice fell, the sky fluctuated, and a strong man from the palace appeared in an instant, and took away the luck master who stole luck.

  The person's face was pale, and he was very regretful.

  Grandmaster Jinlin looked at the sky and shook his head slightly.

  Actually, the Holy Master of the Imperial Mausoleum gave him a list, all of which had not been uncovered in the Purple Garden. Some of them he knew well, and some of them surprised even himself.

   However, Yu Qing did not make it public, so the list was burned.

  But many luck masters who can go to the imperial mausoleum but rely on luck to practice, cannot be listed here.

  For example, Lao Zhao, he had a chance, but it is a pity that he took the risk and lost the good opportunity now.

  Zhao Decai stood in the crowd, his face pale.

  Chen Shen turned his head, looked at Lao Zhao, and sighed.

   "Going to the imperial mausoleum, it is difficult to return. If you have relatives, you can take them with you, but you are not allowed to enter the funeral garden. All arrangements are handled by yourself."

   "Departure in three days!" The saint finally added a short sentence.

   "Brother Chen Shen, you must have never been to the capital, I will show you the style of the imperial city." Shi Can winked at Chen Shen.

  In the past few days, he refused to listen to advice and insisted on discussing with Chen Shen, but he lost miserably, but the two also became acquainted.

As the excavation of the imperial mausoleum ended, the purple garden was also opened. Some people went home to announce the good news to their relatives, while some people hoped to spend more time with their relatives. At the same time, they tried every means to become stronger, so that they could be safe and sound on the day when the catastrophe of Prince An's Mansion came. .

   "Master Zhao, take care."

   When he was about to leave, Chen Shen went to Zhao Decai's house. He had both children and grandchildren, and he was still happy.

   The two got very drunk and talked a lot.

   When he finally left, Chen Shen left ten Xeon Sword Qi in his body without Lao Zhao noticing it.

   That is the fusion of his energy and spirit and the four seasons swordsmanship of Dzogchen, and it is his strongest sword.

   Can't keep too much, Lao Zhao's body can't bear it, and he will notice it.

   In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and Ziyuan Luck Master followed the people from the Imperial Mausoleum to the outside of the city and stepped into a huge warship.

   "Tian Zun cherishes it, everyone cherishes it!" Jin Lin and other luck masters waved goodbye to Li Wu and the others below.

  The strong guards of the Luck Master did not go, they are all from the palace.

   While saying goodbye, the saint on board was a little weird.

  Because several luck masters have a lot of family members, dozens of people or hundreds of people.

   There is another one who is even worse, bringing a thousand families.

  After interrogation, they were all descendants and relatives of the luck master, making everyone speechless.

   It's not easy for a saint to refuse. It's not against the rules to bring his family, but he didn't expect the other party to bring so many.

   Fortunately, the warship is big enough, with several floors, it can accommodate ten thousand people, let alone one thousand.

   "Brother, are you a racial migration?" someone joked.

   "Brother Chen Shen, I didn't expect you to have such a beautiful wife!" Shi Can looked at Mu Xiaojin, who was standing next to Chen Shen, and said in surprise.

  He is very accurate at seeing people, Chen Shen is seldom talkative, so he should be a loner.

   It's just that I didn't expect that the seemingly boring opponent would have such a beautiful beauty.

   "Ahem!" Zhang Ping walked over. His talent was not weak, but it was covered by Chen Shen's light.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be prudish." Shi Can's eyes widened.

  Because Zhang Ping also has a confidante who is very beautiful.

   "Cough cough cough!"

   Several younger luck masters from Ziyuan came, and they seemed to be alone on weekdays, but this time, they were all in pairs.

  Everyone looked at Shi Can together, and Shi Can immediately **** off.

   Not long after, violent aura fluctuations occurred, and the warship lifted into the sky, flying towards the most exciting city today.

   "Farewell, Prince An's Mansion City."

   At the bow of the boat, Mu Xiaojin leaned against Chen Shen's arms, looking at the smaller and smaller King An City below, and murmured softly.

   "If you have love, you will love it." Chen Shen wrapped his hands around the waist of the beautiful woman, and said something that made the other party very strange.

   "Huh?" Mu Xiaojin tilted her head slightly.

  When the luck masters of Ziyuan went to the imperial mausoleum, the decisive battle broke out in the central part of the southern region.

  The king of Qi fought with 400,000 soldiers and horses against the king with a million troops.

  The battle was initiated by the king's division. Chen Tianping, Ning Quan, and the army **** each led their troops to attack the king of Qi.

   But this time, many deployments of King Qi were disrupted.

Chen Tianping and Ning Quanfei are like military gods, they only go forward recklessly, the two led the army, circled in a big circle, actually went around the back, copied King Qi's back path, and no one could stop them, King Qi's subordinates defeated.

  Looking at the momentarily chaotic battlefield, King Qi made a decision after calmly analyzing it for a while.

  If you want to win, you can only find a breakthrough from the God of War.

Roar!

  The tiger suddenly appeared.

  Under the leadership of King Qi, the Wanshen army went straight into the depths of the enemy army, trying to make a gap from the army **** and repel the opponent.

  But Qi Wang also underestimated the determination of the military **** this time.

   To say it is determination, it is better to say that Lin Ping's army strength is too large, 600,000.

  Warships kept approaching behind the God of War.

  Wen Guang didn't make a good decision, the head coach hasn't changed yet, and the military **** still has the command power, so of course he has the most troops.

  Although the Wanshen Army is strong, it is still difficult to compete with an army of 600,000.

  The densely packed army surrounded King Qi.

  This time, he miscalculated and went deep into a dangerous situation, but he wanted to put himself on the line with the Pantheon.

"kill!"

  Seeing that the situation was good, the God of War naturally launched a general offensive with the whole army.

  Victory is at hand!

   King Qi had no choice but to support himself, because he really had no other options.

  Danger came suddenly, and the Pantheon was about to be exhausted.

  Finally, King Qi has to be decisive.

  He led the Pantheon through a small gap in the enemy's weak point.

   King Qi flew alone to the outside of the enemy's encirclement, shouting to the sky:

   "My son, it's your turn!"

  It is also a fox pretending to be a tiger, but with a different person. Last time, the eldest son called him father, and this time his father called him.

  Chen Tianping in the rear wouldn't believe it, and Ning Quan wouldn't believe it.

   King Qi doesn't need them to believe, as long as someone believes.

   This person is naturally a military god!

  Last time he hesitated, was deceived, and lost a great opportunity. This time, in the same way, in a different scene, will Lin Ping still believe it?

  Yes, the God of War did not disappoint King Qi, he felt that King Qi is the hero of the world, the number one general, if there is bombing, isn’t that more true than real gold?

   "Retreat!" Yes, Lin Ping ordered the army to retreat.

  The Pantheon escaped from the encirclement and was able to breathe.

  The troops at the rear saw that they were withdrawing from the front, and under the cover of several strong men who had crossed the catastrophe, they rushed towards King Qi at top speed.

   Then Lin Ping's face was gloomy, very ugly.

  Because he found out that he was tricked by Prince Qi and his son with the same trick.

   But they still had the advantage, and quickly launched an attack after reacting.

  At this moment, King Qi felt the grievance of the God of War and complained endlessly.

  Since leading the army, this is the most tragic and exhausting battle he has experienced, and the balance of victory is gradually shifting to the army **** and the others.

   Planning to endure for decades, is it all going to be buried at this moment?

  The army **** chases, the king of Qi flees, and the king of Qi can't escape with his wings?

   After three days and three nights of fighting, King Qi was at the end of his battle, and the situation was almost obvious.

   As for the army **** side, as long as there is another fatal attack, King Qi will be defeated.

  Chen Tianping saw this opportunity.

  He is the bravest general on the battlefield, and he can also grasp the situation, immediately organize a group of troops, and charge from the weakest link of King Qi's defense system.

  The general took the lead in entering, without any accident, King Qi's defense system was broken.

  The hero is about to be destroyed?

Will not.

  Since the Shouling Patriarch passed away, Great Xia's luck seems to be on King Qi's side.

   At this dangerous moment, good luck has come.

   Just when the enemy broke through the line of defense and King Qi's army was about to be defeated.

  The sky and the earth suddenly turned pale, and the thunder that resounded through the sky suddenly appeared, like a catastrophe that wiped out the world.

  Everyone was stunned.

   "The king of Qi is destroyed, and the way of heaven is powerful?" Master Wang was surprised.

   It was at this time of surprise that they suffered a devastating blow.

  The catastrophe seems to have really annihilated the world, and lightning bolts as thick as trees hit the king's master.

  In an instant, the Wang division was defeated, and Chen Tianping, who was leading the charge, received the most attention, and tens of thousands of soldiers and horses died instantly.

   "Don't panic, that's the breakthrough of the strong man who crosses the catastrophe!" On the side of the military god, a peerless strong man shouted, awakening everyone.

   Unfortunately, it was too late.

  Under King Qi's command, not one strong man is breaking through, but three.

  One broke through the mid-term and two broke through the mid-term.

  The three kings of crossing the catastrophe are very clever, and they bombarded the enemy with the help of the great catastrophe, smashing the opponent to pieces.

   If you don't break through sooner or later, but at this time, I have to say that King Qi is very lucky.

   King Qi was overjoyed, taking advantage of the great opportunity, he didn't even watch it himself.

  Leading the Pantheon Army and the rest of the army, when the king's army was terrified, they entered from the flank.

   "Fix the formation, quickly complete the formation!" Ning Quan from behind shouted angrily, but it was already too late.

  The King of Qi seemed to be in a land where no one was alive, killing the opponent's corpses all over the field, leaving only panic.

   At this point, Wang Shi was defeated.

  The sudden change caught Chen Tianping by surprise. Looking back, he saw that the blood flowed into a sea, and Wang Jun ran away in all directions.

  The situation was reversed in an instant, the general situation was gone, and he had already been surrounded by King Qi's army.

   "For our soldiers, the battlefield is the destination." He raised his head to the sky and screamed, and then rushed into the enemy army, exhausted and died.

   Seeing that the situation was not good, Ning Quan led the remnant army to flee to the north, and the army **** was already on the way to escape when the situation reversed.

  In this battle, both sides suffered casualties. The Wang division lost more than 300,000 yuan, and the rest scattered and fled.

  Of course King Qi would not let go of this good opportunity, took advantage of the victory to pursue and captured 80,000 soldiers and horses.

   But it is a pity that he was blocked halfway.

   That is General Zhenbei, who is in charge of the mission of the queen.

   There was no other way, King Qi had no choice but to stop, looking at the opponent's intact soldiers and horses, he could only withdraw.

   But he won, with 400,000 soldiers and horses, he defeated Wang Shimillion.

   There was some element of luck in winning, but it was still a victory, enough to be written in the annals of Great Xia and called a legend.

   "Be the number one in the world!"

  On the way, when Chen Shen heard the news of King Qi's victory, he couldn't help sighing.

  Before rushing to the north, I passed by in a hurry and caught a glimpse of the scene like purgatory on earth.

   It is no lie that one will succeed and ten thousand bones will dry up!

   "But no matter who wins, it will not affect the imperial mausoleum. In this world, it is up to you to fight!"

  The war is not over yet, the king of Qi won the victory, but the king's division preserved its strength.

   This will be an epic battle of Jing Nan, Wen Guang vs. King Qi.

  But to him, it doesn't make any sense. What he has been pursuing is the Tao of immortality.

   All kinds of prosperity are just a moment for the immortal.

  However, the price lies in the excitement.

   Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, please change first

  

  

  (end of this chapter)