On the other side of the battlefield, the main army of Northern Mongolia and the Great Xia Forbidden Army fought together, and the battle was equally fierce.

After Fan Lingyue sat in the battle, he looked at the stalemate of the Northern Mongolian Iron Cavalry and the Great Xia Divine Wind Camp, and said calmly, "Abbot, it's time for you to make a move."

"Amitabha"

In a Buddha horn, the abbot of Du'e Temple walked out, walking steadily, shaking step by step, moving step by step.

The sudden change shocked the Great Xia soldiers, and the Buddha came to the world, and the vast power swept away.

In the academy, the dean felt the power of transcending the five tribulations in the distance, his expression changed, and he was about to leave, but was stopped by a huge palm.

"Dean, your opponent is me."

The bell of the golden scepter rang, and the Northern Mongolian National Division appeared, blocking the front.

In the camp of King Haowu, the commander of the soldiers also felt the power of this incomparably powerful Buddha, and his expression changed greatly, and he immediately summoned the other three commanders with secret methods.

On his own, even if he laid out the Confucian Trapping Heaven Array, it would be impossible to defeat the Buddha in the world.

On the northern battlefield, the Buddha in the world came to the world, and the Great Xia Forbidden Army immediately fell into a great rout, and in the world, no matter how powerful the formation was, it could not stop the strong man who surpassed the Five Tribulations.

The Buddha made a move, and the earth collapsed with a bang, and the boulders flew one after another, which was extremely terrifying.

"Quick Retreat"

At the moment of crisis, the Bloody Clothes Hou walked out, stopped in front of the Buddha in the world, and ordered.

The panicked Great Xia Forbidden Army reacted and retreated towards the rear without a single move.

The Northern Mongolian Iron Cavalry caught up, and the torrent spread, quickly drowning the forbidden army of Great Xia.

The Bloody Marquis who stopped in front of the abbot of the Du'e Temple had no energy to care about other things, and this Martial Marquis of Great Xia, after fighting the Eternal Night Martial Monarch, once again faced the strong man above the Innate Five Tribulations.

Facing the terrifying and invincible opponent in front of him, the bloody marquis's expression calmed down, and he was dressed in bloody clothes and hunted with the wind, standing like a mountain.

"Hou Ye"

More than 100 relatives and guards, who had been following the birth and death of the Bloody Marquis for more than ten years, had tears in their eyes and refused to leave.

"Retreat," the Bloody Marquis ordered again.

Everyone couldn't disobey the order, so they could only retreat, and the moment they turned around, they were stained with tears and bid farewell to Wuhou.

Bloody Yihou's hands flipped quickly, and the blood qi was permeated, and the next moment, the sea of qi collapsed, and a pillar of blood rose to the sky.

"Amitabha"

There is no expression on the withered face of the Buddha in the world, and after the Buddha's name, the golden light is shining all over the body, and the amazing Buddha moves reappear in the world.

In the crash, the earth was completely devastated, and the dust shook the sky, completely submerging the figures of the two.

After this day, the Marquis of Bloody Clothes never returned, and after the Marquis of Lechuan, another Marquis of Great Xia Wuhou died on the battlefield.

The place where the two armies fought against each other was completely called a ruin, telling the tragedy of this battle.

When the four Confucian commanders and the three hundred strongest Confucian men arrived, the battle was over, and there was no one alive in sight.

After this battle, Northern Mongolia and Great Xia were both severely damaged, the Northern Mongolian heavy cavalry was annihilated, and the Great Xia kamikaze battalion also suffered heavy losses, with more than sixty percent casualties.

Since the war between the two dynasties, the undefeated golden body of Northern Mongolia has been broken for the first time, however, due to the death of the bloody marquis, no one can be happy.

When the night fell, Ning Chen was completely silent after learning the news, and did not say a word again.

In the palace in the distance, after receiving two battle reports of joy and sorrow, Xia Mingri sighed deeply, and his heart was extremely complicated.

In Weiyang Palace, the eldest grandson looked out the window, and a touch of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

This war has changed too many things, and the Marquis of Great Xia, like him, like the Marquis of Bloody Clothes, is a real hero.

At the same time, in the west, northwest, north, and southeast of Great Xia, all the Great Xia Wuhou all faced the direction of the bloody marquis who died in battle, and poured a glass of wine together.

Yellow Springs go first, and one day, hell gathers.

Perhaps ruthless, Ning Chen quickly recovered from his sadness, picked up the marching map again, and made a plan for the next step.

There are still nearly 60,000 iron cavalry and 50,000 infantry in Northern Mongolia, and there is also a great threat.

Moreover, the Northern Mongolian reinforcements outside the Tianmen are getting closer and closer, and Ziyang Hou and the others are also struggling to deal with it, once these reinforcements break through the defense line and step in from the Tianmen Pass, the situation in Great Xia will immediately become irreparable.

In the camp of Beimeng, Fan Lingyue sat in a wheelchair, looking at Xiao Wanhua and a group of generals kneeling in front of her, for a long time, she sighed in her heart and said, "Get up"

Now is the time to employ people, she can't kill all the generals, this heavy cavalry fiasco, take it as a lesson.

He did not disappoint her, and eventually became her most formidable enemy.

Now that the heavy cavalry is completely annihilated, it will take some effort to deal with the upcoming barbarian reinforcements.

"Abbot, there are two more requirements, after they are completed, I will set you free" Fan Lingyue glanced at the Buddha beside him and said calmly.

"Amitabha, I hope the benefactor will be able to speak," said the abbot of Du'e Temple.

"That's nature"

Fan Lingyue's eyes flashed with a touch of coldness, and he responded.

In the camp of King Haowu, Ning Chen looked at the marching map and pondered for a long time, and said slowly, "Next, seventy percent of Beimeng's target is the barbarian army, and thirty percent is the remaining Great Xia forbidden army, we have to gamble once."

"Why is it not the cavalry in my hands, we have just defeated the heavy cavalry of Beimeng, and it should be regarded as a thorn in the flesh," Xia Ziyi asked.

Ning Chen shook his head and said, "The opponent is Fan Lingyue, she sees it better than anyone else, although we defeated the Beimeng heavy cavalry, our heavy cavalry is also almost all lost, and the light cavalry also lost more than 7,000, the Great Xia cavalry can't beat the Northern Mongolian iron cavalry, this fact will not change anything because of this victory, relatively speaking, now the biggest threat to the Northern Mongolia is the 100,000 reinforcements of the Barbarian Dynasty, and the remaining Great Xia forbidden army."

Xia Ziyi nodded, and said solemnly, "It's not easy to do, the opponent is the abbot of Du'e Temple, a strong man who surpasses the Five Tribulations, and is always a huge threat."

Ning Chen turned around and came to the tent, looking at the Beimeng camp in the distance, his eyes kept beating.

Today, if the dean did not arrive in time, it means that he has been restrained and cannot leave the academy, and the master will not interfere in these matters, and the predecessors are nowhere to be found, and the combat power above the five tribulations of the Great Xia has completely fallen into disadvantage.

How terrible a strong man of the three calamities is, only personal experience can be realized, thousands of troops are invincible, and he is a real monster.

Ning Chen turned his head and asked, "You know the affairs of Confucianism better than me, relying on the Trapped Heaven Array laid by the four commanders and the three hundred strongest people of Confucianism, can you stop the abbot of Du'e Temple?"

"I can fight, but it will take time," Xia Ziyi replied.

"How long," Ning Chen said in a condensed voice.

"The longer, the better," Xia Ziyi said.

The Confucian Trapped Heaven Array was passed down by the master, and it was exquisite and abnormal, and the longer the formation was arranged, the stronger it became.

However, this formation also has limitations, that is, it takes time to raise the formation, and when the big array first opens, the power is relatively weak, and the chance of trapping a strong person of the level of the Buddha in the world is not great.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, it was really a big trouble.

Now that he doesn't have a weapon like the Blood Pattern Sword in his hand, it is absolutely impossible for him to be the opponent of the Buddha in the world.

Ning Chen thought for a long time, walked to the table, wrote down a letter, handed it to Xia Ziyi, and said, "Send someone to send it back to the palace."

Xia Ziyi read the letter, frowned, but didn't say anything, immediately walked out of the tent, handed the letter to the guards who were guarding the side, and said, "Immediately~ Send this letter back to the palace"

"Yes" the guards took the order and left quickly.

It wasn't early, Ning Chen didn't stop any longer, and left in a ghost sedan chair.

Feather Valley, thunderstorms, and the aura blocked by the realm is still terrifying to the extreme, and one after another the coercion swings out, making people feel the fear that goes deep into the bone marrow.

"A bunch of waste"

The roar shook the earth, the earth shook, the valley shook, and the boulders fell.

The woman in red and the others dared not speak in anger, and lowered their heads deeply to hide the expressions on their faces.

"The king of calamity is angry, Fan Lingyue's strength is not bad, and there are constantly strong people around him to help, if he wants to put him to death, if he can't kill him with one blow, there are too many variables"

The middle-aged man in blue raised his head and spoke.

Within the realm, there was silence for a long time, the void fluctuated violently, and a cyan arrow penetrated the realm and came to the Feather Valley.

"This is the arrow of forgiveness, which can help you, as for the bow, the bow of the Zhao family was left in Dongzhou a long time ago, you can use the induction of this arrow to find it, remember, this time I don't want to hear the news of your failure again!"

"Yes"

The middle-aged man in blue, the woman in red, and Xiao Pojun saluted respectfully and replied.

The three of them left with the Heaven Redemption Arrow, and in the Netherworld Mansion, Ning Chen didn't know that the target of the Feather Valley had been temporarily transferred to him this time, and he didn't know that the Broken Bow in his hand was the bow that the Zhao family left in the Eastern Regions Divine Prefecture a long time ago.

When the disabled young man was dying, he had mentioned the Zhao family, but Ning Chen didn't care, there was no Zhao family on the land of Shenzhou, or in other words, there was no Zhao family that made him jealous.

After Ning Chen returned to the underworld, he had been thinking about how to deal with the abbot of Du'er Temple.

When night came, Ning Chen left the underworld and headed towards several small cities away from everyone's sight.

He doesn't trust anyone, so he can only do it with his own hands.

In the distance, the army of the Barbarian Dynasty was getting closer and closer, a full 100,000, and it was so huge when Great Xia and Northern Mongolia were all greatly injured.

In the camp of Beimeng, the sound of violent coughing continued to come out of the tent, and in the tent, a weak figure sat in a wheelchair, covering her mouth with her right hand, but it was difficult to hide the blood flowing from the po, and her beautiful and soft face was extremely pale at this moment, and it was difficult to see a trace of blood.

Bright red blood continued to drip on the blue skirt, dyeing the red skirt, and then, dyeing the ground under the body.

The first wise man in the world, the Northern Mongolian military division, the first person under the congenital throughout the ages, is finally coming to the end of his life, just like a candle in the cold wind and rain, it may be extinguished at any time.

The war between Great Xia and Northern Mongolia has been fought for too long, and no matter who wins or loses, it is always time to end.