Chapter 79 What are we facing?
The battlefield was dark, and visibility was extremely low for both the Jiu Dynasty army and the Jing Dynasty army, but they still fought hard, forgetting the fear of life and death.
The spiritual soldiers appeared and disappeared mysteriously on the battlefield and became the nightmare of the soldiers of the Nine Dynasties. They were horrified to find that these spiritual soldiers could not be killed at all.
That evil Taoist is still casting beans to create soldiers!
call--
The strong wind blew again, blowing away the dust on the battlefield. Everyone could see the battlefield clearly. The soldiers of the Nine Dynasties at the front continued to fight bloody battles, while the soldiers of the army in the rear were frightened.
The army of the Nine Dynasties was torn into a large bloody land, which was shocking and covered an area of dozens of miles. It was extremely horrifying, with blood everywhere, blood flowing like a river, and countless corpses lying there.
The earth is devastated, like the traces of the end of the world.
"How is it possible..."
"He is not a human being... He is not a human being..."
"I am not dreaming, am I? How can I fight this..."
"Why is this happening..."
"Impossible, impossible, it must be witchcraft, witchcraft!"
Many soldiers collapsed to the ground in fear.
Meng Xuan looked up, his expression anxious, his eyes frantically searching for Senior Dongfang.
As long as Senior Dongfang is not dead, they still have hope!
Sudden!
He saw a dead body!
The corpse was shining with a faint golden light. Meng Xuan felt as if struck by lightning, with a look of despair on his face.
I saw Senior Dongfang lying in a sea of blood, with only his upper body left, still in the posture of swinging his fist. His body surface was still golden red, but covered with cracks. His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open.
The palm strike just now killed millions of soldiers and also killed this Golden Body Realm expert.
Meng Xuan looked up, and as soon as he looked up, his body froze. Not only him, but more and more soldiers looked up, and despair spread across their faces.
I saw countless knives, swords, halberds, spears, hooks, axes and other weapons hanging upside down in the sky. They were so densely packed that it was impossible to count their exact number.
Even the soldiers on the two sides who were fighting began to notice the spectacular scene in the sky, and their eyes widened.
The gods wreaking havoc on the battlefield distanced themselves from each other and looked up at the sky.
One of them looked pale and smiled sadly: "What on earth are we facing..."
No one answered him, and he didn't need to answer because he was asking himself.
Millions of weapons are hanging upside down in the sky. Only those facing it can feel the oppressive feeling. At this moment, all hope and fighting spirit will disappear.
The war stopped again.
The soldiers on Dajing's side did not cheer; they were so shocked that their brains went blank.
Can martial arts really be so powerful?
"Run away!"
Someone shouted, and countless soldiers of the Nine Dynasties were suddenly awakened, turned around and fled, and the earth shook violently again.
In the camp of the Nine Dynasties in the distance, everyone was also looking up at the sky full of weapons. The elderly even knelt down, kowtowed continuously, and begged for God's forgiveness.
They thought that they had offended God and that God wanted to punish them. Other than that, they had no way of explaining what they saw.
Standing on top of the mighty weapons, Jiang Changsheng looked down at everything , and finally waved his hand slowly.
If this battle is not cruel, it will be difficult to achieve a deterrent effect.
This was also the reason why he had been entangled with the Eastern senior for a while. Killing him instantly was not desperate enough.
Of course, he didn't want to massacre all the armies of the Nine Dynasties, but just leave half of them alive. A few decades later, the land of the Nine Dynasties would become the territory of Dajing, and they would all be his family.
Weapons swooped down from the sky like a torrential rain, bringing with it the force of the sky collapsing.
At this moment, everyone in the army of the Nine Dynasties was in despair. The army of the Jing Dynasty was not surprised and just stared blankly at the impending massacre.
…
Sizhou, the capital.
The Imperial Palace, inside the Imperial Study.
Jiang Ziyu put down the memorial, stood up and wandered around the room.
Jiang Xiu couldn't help but ask, "Father, are you worried about Master?"
He was also very worried. With the coalition forces of nine dynasties and the joining of the dynasties, could the master alone really succeed?
Jiang Ziyu recalled the scene where Jiang Changsheng fought alone in the Mahayana Dragon Tower to give himself confidence, but when he thought of the enemy's military strength, he couldn't control his uneasiness.
Millions of troops! Even this emperor, who had been fighting for half his life, had never seen such a huge army. He could not imagine how vast it was.
Even if tens of millions of pigs and dogs charged at the same time, it would be hard to imagine how we could resist them.
A guard in white ran in and handed over a secret report.
Jiang Ziyu quickly opened it and read it. His face was still gloomy. He said, "I don't need information about the enemy's strength. I just want the battle report!"
"yes!"
The guards in white left in a hurry.
Jiang Ziyu walked out of the room, looked up in the direction of the northern battlefield, and sighed.
"Father, I am counting on you."
Jiang Ziyu thought silently, his eyes becoming absent-minded.
Jiang Xiu followed him out and stood beside his father, silent.
According to the time, the war should have started by now.
Whether Dajing will perish or conquer the world depends on this battle!
Although he knew that Jiang Changsheng was very strong, when he thought about Jiang Changsheng's usual kind and gentle attitude towards him, it was hard for him to imagine how Jiang Changsheng could turn the tide.
The more critical the moment, the more confused the father and son became.
"Don't look at it. Even if that demon can control the battlefield, Da Jing will die."
A cold voice was heard, startling the father and son and turning their heads to look. They saw a figure appear on the eaves next to them at some point.
It was the scholar from Juxing Tower.
The scholar held a folding fan in his hand and looked down at them with a smile.
Jiang Xiu's face changed drastically and he became frightened.
Jiang Ziyu said with a cold face: "I thought Chaozong was really upright, but it turns out that he would resort to such means."
The scholar shook his head and laughed, saying, "There is nothing we can do. Your backers are too difficult to deal with. There is no god in the capital now. Emperor Dajing, do you have any last words?"
Jiang Ziyu snorted, "If the two factions join forces, will the Thirteen States be enough for you?"
“If it were any other dynasty, it would indeed not be enough, but the Thirteen States of Dajing hide the dragon veins, so we must fight for it. We have been preparing for hundreds of years to annex you. Unfortunately, our opponent has changed from the Mahayana Dragon Tower to that demon. But it’s better this way, without the Dragon Tower, we don’t have to deal with other dynasties that are on good terms with it.” The scholar shook his head, his tone sighing.
Dragon Vein...
I see.
Jiang Ziyu was relieved. He pulled Jiang Xiu behind him and asked, "You can kill me, but can you let the others go?"
The scholar taunted, "Emperor, do you think it's possible? In order to win over the Nine Dynasties, we have replaced batches of royal families. How can your Jiang family be spared?"
"Today you must die, your son must die, and everyone in the palace must die!"
The scholar leaped up, and the folding fan in his hand turned into a sharp blade. He swung the fan towards Jiang Ziyu.
Jiang Ziyu was about to raise his palm to respond, but at this moment, a figure appeared in front of Jiang Ziyu, pointed towards the sky, and visible energy rushed out at an incredible speed, piercing the scholar's forehead.
The scholar's eyes widened, and he cried out in horror: "How could it be him..."
With a plop!
The scholar fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. Blood gushed out from his forehead, staining one of his eyeballs red.
Jiang Ziyu and Jiang Xiu were stunned, looking at the figure in front of them in disbelief.
Jiang Changsheng!
"Father...Master...why are you here?"
Jiang Ziyu was not surprised, but frightened instead. Now that Jiang Changsheng was here, what should he do on the battlefield?
All of Dajing’s troops are on the battlefield. If they are all slaughtered, Dajing will perish.
Jiang Ziyu was desperate, but he could not blame Jiang Changsheng. His body softened, he lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "Forget it, Master, can you take my children away, away from Jing Dynasty, at least let the Jiang family keep its bloodline."
Jiang Xiu stared blankly at Jiang Changsheng's back, feeling mixed emotions.
The master chose them between the country and them.
Jiang Changsheng turned around, looked at Jiang Ziyu, and said with a smile: "Silly child, what are you thinking about? Get ready to welcome the victory."
Jiang Changsheng disappeared on the spot, as if he had never appeared.
Jiang Ziyu looked confused and didn't understand what Jiang Changsheng said.
How can we win on the battlefield with Jiang Changsheng here?
Could it be that Jiang Changsheng is rushing to the battlefield now?
…
In the courtyard.
Jiang Changsheng walked to the Earth Spirit Tree and continued practicing.
Bai Qi couldn't help but ask, "Master, aren't you being too confident to go to the battlefield with just one clone?"
Jiang Changsheng's clone technique is to divide the spiritual power. The maximum number of clones that can be divided is one hundred. In that case, only one percent of his own spiritual power will be left.
Now Jiang Changsheng has created a clone, and both the real body and the clone have only half the spiritual power.
But enough is enough.
Jiang Changsheng didn't want to rely on the art of clones, but the current situation was special. He felt that the enemy could not be so abiding by martial ethics. Sure enough, someone came to attack and kill Jiang Ziyu.
Now the one active on the battlefield is his clone. The clone is enough to fight against the Golden Body Realm, and even if the Qiankun Realm appears, it can also fight!
Jiang Changsheng pretended to be helpless and said, "It's true that I'm arrogant, but there's nothing I can do, right?"
He was full of anticipation. How much survival reward could this battle bring him?
Bai Qi was silent .
There was no one else in the courtyard, so Jiang Changsheng deliberately sent them away to avoid exposing his magic. Leaving Baiqi and the wolf was enough for him to show off.
New buds began to grow on the branches of the Earth Spirit Tree. The breeze blew and the spiritual energy surged, making the ground under the tree cool and no longer feel the scorching sun.
…
On the battlefield of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, hundreds of miles of wasteland turned into a living hell.
The ground was littered with weapons, each of which had pierced a corpse. Some were nailed to the ground, some were hung on spears and halberds. They were so densely packed that they were impossible to count.
Jiang Yu commanded the soldiers to clean up the battlefield. He looked at the corpses all around him, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself.
The army of Jing Dynasty was chasing the army of Jiu Dynasty, and only tens of thousands of troops were left to inspect the battlefield.
thump!
A corpse fell and landed next to Jiang Yu. It was the commander-in-chief of the Nine Armies of Tongwu Valley, Meng Xuan.
Meng Xuan also died with his eyes open and his face covered in blood.
Jiang Yu didn't know that the other party was a god, and thought he was just an ordinary person. He turned his head and saw Jiang Changsheng falling from the sky with a white cloud under his feet.
Vertical Clouds...
Jiang Yu's eyelids jumped, and he was no longer in shock. He looked at Jiang Changsheng and said with emotion: "Brother Changsheng, Dajing once again relies on you to turn the tide."
He knew very well that without Jiang Changsheng, Dajing would have restored Chu long ago, and the Jiang family would have become a historical joke.
Jiang Changsheng looked down at him and said with a smile, "It's time for me to go back. The gods on the opposite side are dead, and the ones left are desperate enemies. Don't chase too closely. Although we have won a big victory, it will take time for Dajing to digest it."
Jiang Yu nodded and urged, "Okay, go back quickly. I'm worried that someone is trying to murder your majesty."
Jiang Changsheng turned around, flew away on the cloud, and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
So fast!
He is free and unrestrained in heaven and earth, and is truly an immortal.
Jiang Yu felt emotional. He couldn't understand how powerful Jiang Changsheng was, but he just needed to know that Jiang Changsheng was a family member.
His mood surged.
How powerful will Dajing be after this battle?
