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The corpse soldiers, bathed in the Buddha's light, collapsed to the ground, one by one.
"If ten thousand Buddha lamps cannot illuminate the darkness of the world, then this humble monk will carve out a bright and clear world."
Enraged, Que Yongxiu pointed his spear directly at the burly monk sitting cross-legged in the crowd.
The head monk had thick eyebrows and round eyes, and looked like he had a deep-seated bitterness and hatred.
"Who are you? You demon monk from the Western Regions, invited by the barbarians!"
"Wrong! This humble monk is a follower of the Buddhist school, whose founder is Hengyuan!"
Chapter 369 The Great Battle Begins! The Nation-Protecting Divine Sword Appears!
north.
Black mountains.
A valley shrouded in mist.
The white-robed sorcerer Xu Pingfeng stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the view.
The valley is shrouded in a thick fog that never dissipates, barren of vegetation, and devoid of any living creature.
"Zhu Jiu."
The thick fog suddenly billowed, and a dark shadow darted in.
A huge snake head, entirely red, scaleless, with a single, tightly closed eye on its forehead.
Its towering body was as tall as a mountain peak, making Xu Pingfeng appear as insignificant as an ant in its presence.
Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a god-demon who ruled over the extremely cold northern lands.
It has one eye, no scales, and is crimson red. When its eye is open, it is daytime; when its eye is closed, it is nighttime.
Zhu Jiu, the leader of the northern demon clan, is a descendant of that god and demon.
"The opportunity has come."
The giant serpent's vertical eye on its forehead suddenly opened, and a golden light burst through the sky, visible from dozens of miles away.
"what chance?"
Xu Pingfeng also gazed into the distance, thinking, "This is an opportunity to kill the Prince of Zhenbei and gain the upper hand in the northern border."
On a steep cliff, beneath the gnarled roots of an old pine tree.
The stunningly beautiful woman stretched out her hand, her sleeve slipping down to reveal her fair, slender arm.
A black eagle swooped down from the sky and landed on the woman's arm, speaking in human language.
"We've heard the news: there's chaos in Chuzhou City of Dafeng, and the Prince of Zhenbei is about to fall."
The stunningly beautiful woman in her flowing white dress smiled and said, "Very well, let's head over there together."
……
Chuzhou City.
On the tall and majestic city wall stands a huge three-story gate tower.
With its upturned eaves and corners, standing on the top floor, one can see for dozens of miles.
In the lobby on the top floor.
The Great Feng Zhenbei King sat on a large chair covered with a tiger skin, leaning on his sword.
He had a pair of narrow, sharp phoenix eyes and handsome features, bearing a resemblance to Emperor Yuanjing.
Wearing heavy armor forged from refined steel and a scarlet cloak, he possessed both the battlefield aura of a military general and the awe-inspiring arrogance of a nobleman.
This prince's official title was Prince Huai, and his life story is nothing short of legendary.
He possessed immense strength from a young age, capable of tearing tigers and leopards apart, but he was by no means a reckless brute.
On the contrary, Prince Huai was exceptionally intelligent, far surpassing his brothers and sisters.
The Prince of Huai was fond of killing and obsessed with martial arts. The late emperor once said that the seventh prince was a divinely appointed guardian general of the Great Feng Dynasty.
Throughout his life, Prince Huai aspired to reach the pinnacle of martial arts; his status as a prince was merely an aid on his path to that goal.
In this world, some people are obsessed with beauty, some with money, some with power, and some with spiritual practice.
The Prince of Huai took command of the army at the age of fifteen, became invincible in the capital at the age of twenty, and took charge of the north at the age of twenty-five. Now, sixteen years have passed.
His most glorious moment was twenty years ago when he accompanied Wei Yuan on a campaign, serving as his deputy general and wielding the Zhenguo Sword to slay countless experts from the northern and southern barbarian tribes.
He was praised in historical records as the second most meritorious contributor to the Battle of Shanhaiguan.
"Report!"
A lieutenant rushed in, shouting, "Your Highness, something terrible has happened!"
The Prince of Zhenbei was troubled, as the blood sacrifice had not gone smoothly from beginning to end.
Although he had the help of the Witch God Cult's Spiritual Wisdom Master, and the Black Lotus Avatar of the Earth Sect's leader.
But the corpse soldiers that we had painstakingly prepared were actually purified!
It took a long time to refine the second batch of corpse soldiers. Now that they have finally started to take action, another problem has arisen.
"What's the matter that you're in such a hurry!"
"Reporting to Your Highness, of the four groups of corpse soldiers, only the Duke of Huguo's group successfully entered the city."
"There is no news from the other three routes. From the city walls, they seem to be locked in a fierce battle."
The Prince of Zhenbei was taken aback and suddenly bent down, "A fierce battle?"
"Who are they fighting against beneath the walls of Chuzhou City!"
"Who dares to fight my men!"
The lieutenant replied, "All the scouts we sent out never returned!"
At that moment, a general was shouting outside the main hall.
"Your Highness, something seems to have happened in the south of the city!"
The Prince of Huai pulled aside the deputy general blocking his way and rushed out of the gate.
He leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on the south side of the city.
All that could be seen was the gleam of Vajra, and faint shouts of battle could be heard.
South of the city.
Hundreds of thousands of people were initially unaware of what had happened.
They were driven here by soldiers early in the morning and all gathered on this wasteland.
The border soldiers were always fierce and good at fighting, and the unarmed civilians had no choice but to obey.
When they were driven away and huddled together, they were surrounded by tens of thousands of soldiers with swords and bows at their sides, and many of them realized the danger.
Que Yongxiu arrived with a fierce expression and ordered all soldiers to draw their bows fully.
These people finally understood.
These soldiers of the Great Feng Dynasty are actually going to harm their own people.
This is simply unbelievable!
Even if it's about killing innocent people to claim credit, how could someone kill hundreds of thousands of people!
The ruthless one-eyed duke finally charged in on horseback, shattering the last glimmer of hope for the people.
These beasts want to kill the people.
At the critical moment, a flash of Buddha's light suddenly appeared.
A large number of soldiers seemed to have lost their souls, collapsing completely into a pile of flesh.
A monk with radiant Buddhist light, dressed in a Buddhist robe, sat in the center of the crowd.
The night watchmen, who were secretly lurking in Chuzhou, began to shout loudly as they drew their swords to fight.
As planned, they conveyed the true purpose of the Prince of Zhenbei.
If Que Yongxiu hadn't been brought to this point, the people wouldn't have been able to see the true face of the Prince of Zhenbei.
"The Prince of Zhenbei intends to sacrifice the people in order to be promoted to the second rank."
"The Duke of Protectorate, Que Yongxiu, was the executioner of the Prince of Zhenbei."
"The 300,000 people of Chuzhou City are sacrifices to the King of Zhenbei!"
"The Prince of Zhenbei colluded with the Witch God Cult and the Earth Sect, intending to massacre the city and refine elixirs!"
"They've gathered the people together so they can massacre them!"
"These soldiers were all killed in battle and then taken under the control of the Witch God Cult!"
……
In an instant, news of the Prince of Zhenbei's actions spread among the people.