Datang, Desert, Snow Country, Wanxiang City, Yin Cao, Green Sea, Heavenly Strategy.

All of these world's top forces were involved in this incident, and the power that erupted in this battle was enough to overturn half the world.

At the same time as countless powerful forces overturned, many people were destined to die.

This was something that Li Xiu had already made clear after seeing Jiang Linyu's letter in Sanqiya, and he had even been prepared for it.

Qingjing flow, difficult to be at ease.

These two pairs of brothers ranked in the top ten on the Heavenly Scroll, they also had the opportunity to touch the Six Realms, but they still died in the Northern Snow Plains for the sake of this country, as well as Fuyu.

His death was something Li Xiu did not expect.

Xue Hongyi was seriously injured, the Tang Emperor was in retreat, the dean did not know where to go, Zifei went to Taoshan, and Xiao Bo soared like the Six Realms.

The strongest person in the Tang Kingdom today is Fuyu, but he died in the Snow Country.

He didn't ask the others how they were, and Mr. Chen didn't say, which meant that he wasn't dead.

"Order someone to send the news to Xuzhou City and Jincheng, you should have already told Your Majesty, how can Your Majesty say it?"

The bodies of Mr. Chen and Li Xiu floated in the air and rushed towards the direction of Xuzhou City, and Li Xiu turned his head to look at him and asked.

The Snow Emperor and the Snow Maiden are both dead, along with all the Five Realms Grandmasters who remain in the Snow Kingdom's palace, it is difficult for the Snow Country Sergeants who have lost reinforcements to hold out for too long in the face of the counterattack of the Northern Border Army, even if the people of the Snow Clan are all born and raised, this time they are destined to suffer heavy losses, and it is a question whether there will be any remaining Five Realms Grandmasters to survive.

This is a good opportunity, a good opportunity for Datang to completely clean up inside and outside.

Mr. Chen said, "Your Majesty has entrusted this matter to the crown prince. ”

Li Xiu's eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't ask any more.

From the beginning of the Tang Emperor's retreat, he knew that his mind was no longer on this country, and what he wanted to do was to practice and move to a higher realm.

In fact, the affairs of the northern land do not need to be ordered by Chang'an, and Liu Ran and Wei Erye will definitely tell Liang Wenhe and the military advisor about the destruction of the Imperial City of the Snow Country before returning to Chang'an.

Liang Wenhe naturally knew what to do with it in the future.

What Emperor Tang wanted to express was just an attitude, the attitude of putting the country in the hands of the crown prince. And for the crown prince, it is not the country that he wants.

Therefore, the Tang Emperor and the crown prince could only stand in the East Palace separately, watching the sun set and the night rise, without any conversation, and left separately.

Not a word was said from beginning to end.

When the sky dawned the next day, Li Xianyi took Li Wenxuan's corpse, Chen Yanyan and other people from the National Teacher's Mansion and the six teachers of the academy and set off for the north.

The affairs of Chang'an City are still managed by the Tang Emperor.

The doctors of Sanshengshan have all gone to Xuzhou City and Beidi, and now the foot of Sanshengzhai has become a no-man's land.

For the Tang Kingdom, there are five battlefields in this dispute, namely Chang'an City, Beidi, Snow Country, Xuzhou City, and South Snow Field.

Now that the crisis in Chang'an City and Snow Country has been successfully lifted, victory in the north is just around the corner.

Then only Xuzhou and Nanxueyuan remain.

Li Xiu went to Xuzhou City with Mr. Chen, but he was thinking about the matter of Nanxueyuan in his heart, originally Zifei was the place where he didn't need to worry about the most, but Zifei stopped the trace of the sky, and now it has become the most worrying thing in Li Xiu's heart.

Compared to the northern snowfield, the southern snowfield is lighter and there are more people on it.

It's just that the battle in the North Snow Field is over, and the battle in the South Snow Field is still in a stalemate.

The five grandmasters of the Demon Domain, as well as the seven Bai Yutang and Lu Qinghou, were facing the seven Five Realms of the Desolate People at the same time.

Su Shengwan stood on the few remaining sea of ink and exchanged life and death with Mr. Er.

The sword light above the sky flashed from time to time, sometimes disappeared, and the battle between Chen Luo and Congpu was still continuing, but it was almost over, because the sword light was still fierce, but the power of Congpu had faded a lot, and the scene of blooming flowers and forests was bleak and broken a lot.

The snowfield under his feet had already melted half of it before, and now it was even more shattered, and the earth was constantly collapsing downward, like a bottomless black hole, constantly devouring everything that collapsed and fell.

Mr. Five Nanchuan stood far away, this is the battlefield of the Grandmaster of the Five Realms, he is only a monk of the Four Realms, although he is the best among his peers, and he has the title of Futu, but in the current battlefield, he can only watch from the sidelines, and even worry that he will be affected by the overflowing battle.

The tigers and leopards in the forest in the distance were already hiding far away, and a group of stupid roe deer were still standing in place and looking up.

The big fish that jumped out of the lake had been cut in half by the light of the knife.

Su Shengwan stepped on the sea of ink, bathed in the light of the knife and fought with Mr. Er, a few cracks appeared in the picture scroll floating overhead, and the beautiful scenery in the picture scroll was also slightly damaged.

His injuries were severe, but Mr. Two's injuries were more serious.

Su Shengwan painted a great way, comprehended the creation of a piece, and under his ink pen gave birth to thousands of strange things, strange and powerful.

An invisible ocean appeared around Mr. Er's body, just like the sea of ink under Su Shengwan's feet, the difference is only that the sea of ink is tangible and the sea of knowledge is invisible, and the ocean around Mr. Er's body is formed by the spiritual power overflowing from the sea of knowledge.

The two touched each other, and the waves surged and collided.

Su Shengwan stretched out his hand forward.

Mr. Er's eyes were slightly condensed, and the big fish that was cut in half by the sword light suddenly jumped up and devoured Su Shengwan's palm.

Su Shengwan's face was expressionless, and a pen suddenly appeared in his palm, and a light lit up between the pen and ink.

A long mark suddenly crossed the air, and Mr. Er's face suddenly turned aside, and the spiritual ocean instantly wrapped around his body, releasing an incomparably powerful attraction.

The trail that swept through the sky pierced the ocean, leaving a wound on Mr. Two's chest.

His gaze was cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Traces of the sky?"

He could see the mark that had just appeared in the sky very clearly, otherwise his complexion would not have changed drastically, it was something he was very familiar with.

He knew that Su Shengwan had already completed his painting and had the ability to create everything, but he never imagined that he could even imitate the Trace of Heaven

Su Shengwan's face was even paler than before, and it was obvious that even if he comprehended the creation of a one, it was not so simple for him to draw the traces of the sky.

Moreover, the power of this Heavenly Trace is not as powerful as the moon on the Divine Tree, only about one-third of its power.

Mr. Two continued: "With the strength you have left now, how many traces of the heavens can you draw?"

Su Shengwan looked up at him, and the sea of ink under his feet became more and more faint.

He said softly, "Will you know if you try it?"