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Xiao Yi agreed.

He separatized Shu County and had an army of 400,000, marching towards the kingdoms like a mad beast.

Every time he conquered a small country, he recruited believers and inquired about the local beliefs.

Some believe in flames, some believe in rivers, some believe in divine horses...

The first small country he conquered believed in the moon god.

The local royal family was slaughtered.

He ordered the army to restrain tens of thousands of crazy believers, and stepped into the hall of the alien gods alone.

He wore a golden crown, leather belt, military boots, and leather gloves. His black fox fur cloak made him look handsome, and he had a gentle smile in his red phoenix eyes.

He learned the etiquette of believers and bowed nine times to the moon statue devoutly.

He raised his head, stared at the three-foot-tall golden statue of the Moon God, and said warmly: "I miss my wife very much. She left in a hurry, and I didn't have time to tell her that I loved her. I have loved her for many, many years... You Can you bring her back to life? If you can bring her back to life, I, Xiao Daoyan, am willing to use all the wealth in the world as incense offerings to you, and I am willing to lead everyone in the world to become your believers."

The woman in the statue is beautiful and kind, quietly overlooking the people in the temple.

The cold wind poured into the palace, the incense ashes drifted in the wind, the six-cornered lantern swayed, and the bronze bell rang rapidly, creating a different kind of silence.

Xiao Yi waited for a long time.

The so-called gods did not respond to him.

He stared at the statue and curled his lips.

He walked slowly to the side of the hall.

There was a flame burning in the delicate iron basin.

He raised his leather boots and kicked the brazier over to the ground.

The flames climbed up to the large and complicated curtains and quickly ignited this majestic and tall palace.

“What kind of faith is a god who doesn’t respond?”

The man scoffed.

He turned around and stepped out of the temple with an expressionless face.

Thousands of believers watched helplessly as their faith was destroyed in the fire. They screamed and fought with the army, but were brutally suppressed.

Xiao Yi mounted the horse indifferently and headed towards another small country.

In just four years, there were thirty-nine expeditions.

He used Shu County as his base and invaded South Vietnam and nearby countries.

Wherever the cavalry trampled there was no grass, the mountains and rivers were shattered and blood flowed into rivers, and countless people were displaced and their bodies were exposed in the wilderness.

The faith of all nations collapsed because the gods did not respond to the man's prayers.

Monks were forced to return to secular life, Buddhist temples were deserted, and giant Buddha statues up to a hundred feet high were brutally demolished.

Taoist temples were burned to the ground, and all the books on ghosts and ghosts in the world were burned.

The name "Xiao Daoyan" has become a taboo in the world.

No one dared to mention it, and the children cried when they heard it.

Everyone only knows that he is wearing a black fox fur cloak, carrying a nine-foot sword, and riding a black horse riding on the snow alone, like an evil Shura ghost on the battlefield.

He has become a nightmare for people all over the world.

Because of the raging war, the remaining remaining countries chose to seek refuge in Dayong.

Decided to launch the final war and cooperate to kill Xiao Yi.

The various countries integrated two million elite troops and began to march westward.

They surrounded Xiao Yi's 500,000 troops.

That night, the songs of hometown were heard from all directions.

The morale of the army is weakened.

The lights in the king's tent were dim, and the man was covered in injuries, but he sat indifferently, quietly wiping the Mo Dao.

On the low table in front of him, there was a delicate and precious ceramic jar with patterns of hibiscus flower essence carved on it. It was her ashes, and he had always carried them with him all these years.

Nan Baoyi knelt down beside Xiao Yi.

She stared at his numerous scars and wanted to ask him if he had any pain after all these years.

She listened to the distant song of the enemy country outside the tent, and wanted to ask him if he was afraid.

A light is like a bean, jumping calmly.

She rested her head on his shoulder wordlessly.

Even after two lifetimes, I can still feel his warmth...

Shiku picked up the felt curtain and came in.

He cupped his hands and said, "Master, Mr. Shen Xiaolang would like to see you."

Shen Yichao stepped into the king's tent in white clothes.

He took off his hood, shook off the frost and dew from his shoulders, and looked at Xiao Yi sadly: "I came from my aunt's tent. This time the Five Kingdoms will join forces, and the five powerful people are offering you a reward with the title of Marquis of Wanhu and one hundred thousand taels of gold. His head... Xiao Daoyan, stop being stubborn, as long as you surrender, you will only end up being imprisoned for life with useless martial arts, why die?"

He was originally the military advisor in Xiao Yi's tent.

It's just that this guy was really crazy. He got scared halfway and fled back to Dayong Chang'an three years ago.

Xiao Yi finally polished Mo Dao until it was shiny.

He glanced at the small ceramic altar with a gentle smile on his thin lips: "If I fight, there is still a possibility of her resurrection. If I surrender, no one in this world will be willing to go through fire and water for her and save her from hell. .”

"you will die!"

"I'm not afraid of death."

"You are a madman!"

Shen Yichao cursed loudly.

He glared at Xiao Yi with hatred, turned around and left angrily.

In the subsequent battle, the sky was dark and the ground was covered with corpses. The war raged for more than a month and almost burned down all the nearby cities.

The alliance of various countries was mostly destroyed and defeated. Shen Jiang and many aristocratic families fled back to Chang'an overnight.

And Xiao Yi's army of 500,000 people only had a few hundred horses left.

Gu Chongshan led the elite troops from the north and ended the war.

At this time, the world has long been destroyed by war, the fertile fields have been overturned, there is no harvest, the merchant towns are deserted, and there are not even ten able-bodied men left.

The two of them witnessed the miserable scene and returned to Jinguan City in silence.

Because it is her hometown, it is also the only city that has been well preserved during the war.

When passing through the city gate, an old Taoist priest passed by riding a green ox.

He put down the reed flute from his lips and scolded Xiao Yi: "I have been secluded in the mountains for several years. When I came out, the world has collapsed. You are a sinner."

Xiao Yi fell off his horse.

He opened his brocade robe and knelt straight in front of the old Taoist. His lips were pale and he said, "Please give me some advice."

"If you are willing to give up, you will gain something. Go and atone for your sins."

The old Taoist played the reed flute and walked away as calmly as a willow leaf.

Xiao Yi recruited his men to investigate and found out that the old Taoist was a wandering Taoist priest from Shu County and was currently living in a Taoist temple in Qingcheng Mountain.

He and Gu Chongshan came to the foot of Qingcheng Mountain without stopping.

Dusk is falling.

Xiao Yi kowtowed devoutly step by step, and finally arrived at Laojun Pavilion before midnight.

Gu Chongshan has arrived early.

He stood in the treasure hall, looking up at the tall statue of Laojun alone.

A huge lotus palace lantern hung high on the beam of the palace, and its soft glow illuminated his eyebrows.

He said: "Qin Tianjian once said that the Northern Wei Dynasty still has three hundred years of national destiny. I, Gu Chongshan, am willing to use the three hundred years of national destiny of the Northern Wei Dynasty to exchange for a chance of survival for her."

The lotus palace lantern sways gently.

The bronze wind chimes under the eaves made a subtle sound in the night.

Outside the palace, several clusters of flowers were dancing, and a small hibiscus was falling from the branches.

Xiao Yi said hoarsely: "I will use Ziwei's throne in exchange for her to live a new life, with flowers blooming and the moon rising, and she will be the love of others all her life."

The lotus palace lantern swayed like a tide of light and shadow.

The sound of bronze wind chimes gradually became more urgent.

The fallen hibiscus flower flew back to the branches and turned into flowers.

The stars shifted rapidly.

The dead horses galloped again, and the blood in the fields flowed back to the soldiers' bodies.

Collapsed Buddha statues are reshaped into faith, and scriptures that were violently burned are returned intact to the hands of believers.

The dry river bed gushed out with endless flowing water.

The withered crop fields grow green wheat.

Several years of war were wiped from the annals of history like a hurricane, and the horrific memory of being dominated by Xiao Daoyan and his army gradually turned into a blank in the world.

During the Qingming Festival, the spring rain in Jinguan City continued.

Nanfu Jinyi Pavilion.

The little girl in her golden years was lying on the bamboo couch by the west window and slowly opened her eyes.

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