The army is responsible for guarding the outside world, and it is enough to have these experts here, and the magic is confident that no monk can fight the army here
Although this is the most powerful place for magical things, human monks are not without it.
Not far from the capital, a dozen satraps appeared in the original Dahan Changle Palace, where they struggled around this huge city.
"Although everyone came here, our troops suffered heavy losses and even we were unable to attack this city again." Speaking is that we lost hundreds of thousands of troops before the Nangong. Although he was alive, several of his peers were killed.
"The troops suffered heavy losses, and the strength of these monsters is not strong. We still have a good chance to fight, and I have already come here, and I don’t want to go back. It’s a big deal to die here." A satrap sat on the ground at will, his armor was covered with blood, and his face was covered with cruel murder
It seems that in the former battle, he has made an immortal hatred with the monster.
"Is there no news about that Yingzhou Li Yan?" The nangongshan asked.
Su Bai, the satrap of Zezhou, said, "Li Yan took the army to the front and was very brave, but he was a layman when he said marching to fight. It is precisely because of this that this person was extra cautious and added the weakest troops. It is estimated that he has not yet arrived in this area of Beijing at this time."
"What’s wrong with being cautious? If we were as cautious as he is, we wouldn’t have wiped out the troops. There are only two or three layers left in the army. I don’t have the face to go back to the big fellow. I’m also going to die here. No matter what happens, I’m still a big fellow. My army will attack at noon. It’s up to you," said a satrap who has given up on himself.
Seeing him in this way, several of his satrap hesitated and said, "It’s not a bad idea to attack Japan. Anyway, it depends on this attack. We wiped out most of the territory of Datang, the capital of Datang. Although the force has re-entered Dayuan, it’s worth it. We have killed the magic all the way, which has exceeded the number of our army."
"In that case, then attack" Su Bai said mercilessly.
These satraps are not thinking about the original plan, but want to fight for it before they die, or they have already made up their minds.
By the next day, they had prepared for the original high-spirited four-way army, totaling about 3.2 million, and now there are about 500 thousand left. He died in the battle of more than two million people
Such an army has become a mourning soldier.
However, in the imperial palace of the capital city of Datang, there was a monster handsome in a reverse order. At that time, the imperial court was sitting on the throne, not the emperor of Tang, but a man with blue hair and a big body. But strangely, the man had no legs, but a blue fishtail with a pair of claws like dragons.
Although he looks strange, he exudes an immortal breath all the time, and even if he sits there, he can feel the eternal greatness.
If Li Yan were here, he would know that this person is Hebo, the water god in the former suppression of the mountain of different worlds.
Hebo, the first person to wake up, decided to turn this rich Tang Dynasty into his own kingdom.
Chapter one thousand five hundred and forty-nine Han emperor Hebo
Hebo soon recovered from the seal, but his realistic power is not as good as its peak, because more than a hundred years ago, an ant-like monk actually broke his body and sucked away part of his divine light.
The divine light is a part of the gods, just like a monk’s soul.
The loss of the holy light of the gods is like the loss of soul power, which will naturally be affected.
But even so, the strength of Hebo’s ancient god is still terrible, and his strength is damaged. His heart is very angry. This anger has been suppressed for a hundred years. Although it is a flick of a finger for the immortal god, it must be washed away by a humble human monk.
"Just 500,000 ants dare to offend my kingdom." Hebo’s eyes were cold and there was no emotion. He had already sensed everything outside the capital.
But for him, this is a trivial matter, and this kind of thing can only be handled by these slaves
"Tell the Lord that recently, several armies of the state-owned Han Dynasty invaded our army and suffered heavy losses. One of them, Brother Li Yan, seems to have mastered a kind of magical power similar to the divine domain, and he will kill all the way to Beijing with hundreds of thousands of troops. If he doesn’t stop it, he will even attack the capital." A head of rebellious magic commander said that this magic weapon is the Lu Jie Emperor who fought with Li Yan before, but he can go back to Beijing and report this matter to avenge the defeat.
Hebo grunted coldly, and immediately there was a roar and thunder in the sunny day outside, which seemed to represent his anger. "A group of human monks who are just useless can’t resist the slave. I wonder whether our god clan is a slave or not. When we are in charge of heaven and earth, we will wait for Wei Neng to return after several years. Not only are we trapped, but we have to be threatened by some ant monks."
Emperor Lu Jie bowed his head and did not dare to answer. He was instructed by his magic weapon and said nothing. Although they are powerful, distinguished and powerful, they are slaves before the real God.
It should not be said that all magic things are slaves of God.
The mark from the blood makes them disloyal.
Hebo seems to have no interest in beating and cursing. He drank it at will and didn’t continue. It’s not that he is kind, but that he really has no interest in this matter. Besides, the establishment of the God State will soon require slaves to take care of it
"Let those human monks come if they want to, and I will let them know that offending great power is stupid. This era is destined to be the general trend of the era of God’s recovery." The majestic sound echoed in the hall.
"Are you? Just local people dare to brag here. "A murder awe-inspiring sound suddenly sounded for a moment, and suddenly there was another person in the spacious hall. This person was wearing imperial armor and wearing a tongtian crown and exuded inviolability.
Handi Liu Hong
Hebo, the "strong man", changed his face slightly. His tail and paws suddenly grabbed the burly body on the ground and got up from the dragon chair. "Are you here?"
"Kill you" Han Di stared at Hebo and said, "I want to eliminate the Tang Dynasty. Your head is the only obstacle."
"Ha ha ha ha" Hebo suddenly burst out laughing. "My gods are immortal. You are so arrogant when you just try to cut me off."
Emperor Han glanced at the power of dozens of monsters in a big hall and then calmly said, "Immortality means deceiving the weak, so as to set off your God clan better than strength. I’d like to try whether this sword can be immortal after cutting you." Speaking, a full-bodied blue sword appeared in his hand, and a lifelike lotus flower was engraved on the hilt. As soon as this sword was taken out, I felt a sharp pain in my soul.
"Ancient Terran Saint Sabre Green Ping Sword" Hebo’s eyes showed a little surprise. "It’s impossible that these things that could threaten our God clan had been destroyed."