? Danyang Mountain, flat 'wave' palace.

In the quiet room, Xia Ziyan sat at the table, looking at the huge picture of the emperor on the wall, the expression on his face was extremely calm.

That complete map of the emperor occupies an entire complete wall, which is densely marked with all the towns and cities of Kyushu, China. Dozens of these towns have red glows.

There, it was the area already occupied by the legions of the Rakshasas.

However, these red-glowing towns occupy too little area on the map, not even one ten-thousandth. The first 120 legions of the Rakshasa invasion were placed in the vast area of tens of billions of people in Huaxia, but it was like throwing a handful of sand into the sea. On the map, from time to time, there are red rays that gradually weaken and finally extinguish, indicating that the invading Rakshasa army has been strangled by the Huaxia army and monks.

On the map, from the direction of the Rakshasa Country's Holy Light City, faint red lines stretched out, connecting with the red-glowing towns. There are also some places where the red line points without flashing red rays, and that is where the Rakshasa Legion will appear. Xia Ziyan's 'jade' hand waved slightly, and these red lines were twisted for a while, and they were all tangled together.

Xia Ziyan knew that as long as she wanted, the direction of these red lines could be fixed, and the mortal legions of the Rakshasa people could appear in a designated area as she wished.

However, she sighed softly, and with a flick of her hand, the tangled red lines spread out again, pointing to the town they had pointed to.

In one corner of the room, a small teleportation array quietly lit up. Xia Ziyan stood up, walked in front of the Imperial Opinion Map, and with a light touch in Luoyang City's position, the Emperor's Opinion Map suddenly lit up, and the teleportation array began to emit violent spatial 'waves'.

A shadow stone on the edge of the map also lit up, and above it was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood outside Luoyang City. A javelin-like young man with a spear in his hand stood blankly in a pool of blood.

Xia Ziyan carried the fairy sword and stepped into the teleportation array. The teleportation array suddenly lit up, and Xia Ziyan's figure disappeared into the quiet room.

The next moment, her figure appeared in the north of Luoyang City!

At the edge of the desert, on top of the layers of corpses of the Rakshasas, stood a black-haired young man with a gun. There are still many Huaxia monks flying around in this area, but no one can find the figure of the young man!

The young man also did not find the figure of Xia Ziyan in the air.

Xia Ziyan's beautiful eyes stared at the young man below, and there was a faint 'excited' 'color' on her pretty face. In a thousand years, how can you be indifferent when you see Si people again?

However, this 'agitation' has nothing to do with affection!

The black-haired young man didn't notice anything, staring intently at the blood-stained Gobi in front of him, his face 'color' and 'cloud' and sunny.

Xia Ziyan suddenly had a little inexplicable feeling in his heart, and snorted in a low voice: "Uncle, killing tens of millions of Orthodox Christians in the desert in one night, what kind of majesty was at that time? Now that you see the corpse of a Rakshasa person at this point, you can't stand it? A thousand years ago, you weren't like this!"

"It seems that killing people thousands of miles away is still very different from being on a bloody battlefield!"

When you look at something from a different distance, it does feel different. Xia Ziyan ridiculed Chen Yuxiang here, but she didn't expect that when she was looking at the "uncle" thousands of miles away, how could her emotions have been like a 'wave'? Now, after a thousand years, when she saw it so closely again, her mood was also extremely 'excited' and 'swinging'.

Xia Ziyan's beautiful eyes stared straight at the black-haired young man below, there was nothing else in her eyes, and the past from thousands of years ago came to her heart one by one, making her look change sharply. On her pretty face, her expression is extremely complex, with amazement, joy, excitement, hatred, and reminiscence...... All kinds of extreme emotions flashed on her face one by one, and the direction of her gaze never changed.

The black-haired young man suddenly turned a little and flew quickly in the direction of Luoyang City. Xia Ziyan was stunned for a moment, and her body flashed and was about to follow, but in the end, she suddenly stopped and stopped in the void.

"Auntie, it's been a thousand years!

"I'm ready to accept the fate you've laid for me. I don't have the strength to resist. ”

"Auntie, after he returns, his strength has increased so fast! I don't think it won't be long before you can see him!"

"The Xia family has been rich for thousands of years, and it has finally become a thing of the past. However, this wealth is originally given by you, aunt, and I can't be too greedy!"

"Actually, I tried to hinder his growth, but I couldn't. This is the destiny of heaven, and no one can stop it!"

"Auntie, I'm so tired that I give up any effort to bear the fate you have arranged for me. Let it happen, let it happen! Let it happen!"

Xia Ziyan whispered in her heart, and there was already a mist in her pair of water-cut eyes......

......

Luoyang City does not have a strict ban on air traffic, and not flying above the city is just a conventional rule, which is naturally not included in wartime. Now on the battlefield in the north of Luoyang City, from time to time there are monks flying out of the city to watch this spectacular scene, and there are also many brave herdsmen who come to the battlefield in groups, searching for useful items on the bodies of Rakshasa soldiers.

50,000 heavy cavalry, plus 100,000 'elite' subordinate troops, the items left behind are also considerable. Naturally, these things were not valued and needed by cultivators, but they were rare and valuable things to the shepherds in the Leyou Plain. A four-meter-long spear is worth a lot of money, and the armor made of 'fine' steel is also worth a lot of money.

When Chen Yuxiang entered Luoyang City, his heart was still a 'chaos' and 'chaos'. He had always imagined what this national war would look like, but he didn't expect it to be the current scene. Is this a complete 'chaos' war?

The Immortal Residence is a restaurant located between the City Lord's Mansion and the Star Picking Tower, and the drinkers who come and go are all cultivators. Chen Yuxiang had also come to Zhang Tiezhu, a melancholy young man, after rescuing Yiyi from the hands of the Heavenly Shadow secret spy, at this time Chen Yuxiang was in a bit of a 'chaotic' and 'chaotic' mood, and when he saw the signboard of the immortal residence, he suddenly remembered that the famous wine fairy here was drunk, so he walked in.

Chen Yuxiang sat down at a window on the second floor, and after asking for two pots of immortal drunk and a few 'fine' dishes, he poured himself a drink.

The restaurant is the place where the news is transmitted the fastest, and when Chen Yuxiang arrives here, he naturally has the meaning of listening to some news. A big battle has just taken place outside Luoyang City, and now the most heated discussion among the drinkers is this news.

"Hey! I've lived for more than 200 years, and it's the first time I've seen so many Rakshasa people! More than 100,000 people, tsk! I don't know how the Rakshasa people came over!" An old man in the foundation building period slapped the table and said loudly.

"No matter how you come here, you're just here to die!" the old man in the foundation building period on the opposite side sneered, "The Rakshasa people are really ridiculous, filming these mortal armies to attack Luoyang City?

A monk at the adjacent table took a glass of wine and drank it all, slammed the wine glass on the table, shook his head and said, "It's been a long time, and the City Lord's Mansion hasn't given an explanation." What the hell is going on? Also, what the hell is that layer of red mist that is now 'clouded' on the Luoyang Desert?"

"I guess the city lord is also 'confused'!" said another monk, "That layer of things in the desert, but you can't touch it! Just now, a few Celestial Shadow guys went to touch that layer of red mist, and they were directly sucked in! I don't know if it's dead or alive now!"

“。。。。。。 ”

Listening to the discussion of the drinkers, Chen Yuxiang shook his head, obviously the monks of Luoyang City were also at a loss now, not knowing what was going on. In contrast, he relied on his divine sense to know more.

However, the doubts in his mind could not be solved. How did the present situation of 'melee' warfare come about? Why did such fighting only take place in China? Why did the Chinese authorities react so slowly and have not yet given an effective response?

And when should this national war, the real decisive battle, the war between the monks, really start?

At this moment, a couple of monks came up the stairs, the man was tall, his handsome face was melancholy, and the woman' was graceful and beautiful, and she looked extremely well-behaved.

The melancholy young man was obviously a regular customer here, and after coming up, he nodded with a few drinkers, and everyone smiled in return. At this time, the young man suddenly found Chen Yuxiang sitting alone by the window, his eyes immediately lit up, and he walked over quickly with the 'girl', and said in surprise: "Daoyou, why are you here?"

Chen Yuxiang saw that this was not Zhang Tiezhu of the Zhang family? And the 'girl' who followed him was the dancer Mei Yuyan who picked up the star tower. Now Mei Yuyan is already dressed as a young woman, and she has obviously officially followed Zhang Tiezhu.

Zhang Tiezhu happened to be with Chen Yuxiang during the trial of the Star Picking Tower, and it can be regarded as an old acquaintance at this time. Chen Yuxiang raised his glass and smiled slightly: "Brother Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Brother Shenlong sees the beginning but not the end, it's rare to see the old brother today, see me today, you must have a good drink with the old brother!" Zhang Tiezhu said with a smile. At this time, he has also entered the foundation building period, and when he saw Chen Yuxiang, who was still in the "foundation building period", he was no longer called a senior, but the 'excited' emotion on his face was extremely sincere.

Under Zhang Tiezhu's kind invitation, Chen Yuxiang couldn't shirk it, as long as he followed the two into a box.

Zhang Tiezhu called the 'waiter' and asked for a large table of sumptuous dishes, and then drove away the 'waiter', with a stroke of both hands, laid down the simplest soundproof barrier, and said to the gentle 'girl' beside him: "Yuyan, this is Brother Shen Han, a master disciple of the Wudang faction." Brother Shen's methods are extremely good, and it was this old brother who helped me get rid of the cold poison on my body in the first place!"

Mei Yuyan smiled slightly, indescribably elegant and gentle: "Tiezhu, how can I not know this Brother Shen? Have you forgotten? You brought him to see my sword dance at the beginning!"

"Oh! yes, yes, yes!" Zhang Tiezhu patted his head, "yes, how did I forget about this matter!

Mei Yuyan glanced at Zhang Tiezhu with disgust, and there was infinite affection in her beautiful eyes.

Chen Yuxiang looked at the affectionate two, and suddenly remembered the trial in the Star Picking Building.

The trial rules set by the master of the Star Picking Tower are extremely peculiar, and only those who really love the dancers of the Star Picking Tower can get the chance to try. For Zhang Tiezhu, since he didn't need to enter the eighth floor of the Star Picking Tower, that trial was nothing more than a creation for him.

But Chen Yuxiang went through hardships and dangers to survive the trial. Of the trialists who entered the eighth floor of the Star-Picking Tower with him, he was the only one who survived, and the others were all turned into cards in his storage ring.

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