New White Snake Asking Immortals

The ancient city walls were in tatters, and tattered flags fell to the ground.

The city was breached, billowing thick smoke covered the blue sky and white clouds dizzy, the ashes that were carried to the sky by the thermal air after the fire were scattered and fell, and the broken walls revealed pitch-black half charcoal, cotton cloth covering the mouth and nose could not stop the smoke and coughing...

Weeping and sobbing, the surviving people dug up the remains of their relatives from the collapsed house.

The charred remains in the burnt ruins remained struggling, the dark and broken earth walls collapsed to bury the ruins, and the old broken ox carts squeaked and dragged the car full of corpses to the mass graves outside the city.

I don't know who's raccoon cat is squatting in front of the collapsed house and waiting quietly...

The big yellow dog snuggled tightly into the arms of the elderly old man for a sense of security. The old man looked at the remains of the family members beside him, turbid tears silently sliding down the old man's cheeks. After one night, there were only him and an old dog left at home...

The state city was breached, and the army of the warlord Wang lost control after the city was breached.

The city was chaotic, the mad soldiers looted gold and silver everywhere, the gangsters and gangsters took advantage of the chaos to murder and set fire to humiliate the women. It took a whole day and night to be calmed down by the army that attacked the city. The palace was destroyed. Escape, the whole city is out of order.

Once the young general's face was full of vicissitudes and fortitude, he rode his horse into the state city.

The hooves of the horses rattled, and the city was dead silent. All he saw was sadness, despair and numbness. The horses didn't seem to like the smell of fireworks in the city and the ashes snorted.

Behind them, cavalrymen held high banners and wrote the word "flame".

Next to the young general was a Chunyang disciple wearing a white Taoist robe, who seldom spoke while carrying a sword box.

"Three months of siege, the city was destroyed in one day, more than 20,000 people died, countless houses were burned and collapsed, and I don't know how many wells were filled with debris and polluted so that the water could not be drunk."

"Am I doing it right or wrong?"

He felt confused. He once swore to overthrow the tyranny of the tyranny in order to protect the town and protect the villagers. Now he did it, but found that it was a road of death and bloodshed. Fewer and fewer people followed him out of the town, and more and more strangers .

It took more than two years to become a warlord king by himself, and he saw a lot of life and death.

He is not a noble family who is used to stepping on other people's heads, nor is he even an aristocrat. He is just an ordinary person who has read books and has a lot of strength. If those elite children from noble families are born, they will definitely not care how many people die. Different people have different values. , Some people naturally consider themselves superior and ignore ordinary people, although they are also ordinary.

The Chunyang disciple next to him sighed in silence. There are some things that practitioners can't participate in too much.

For example, in this battle, if the monks participated, no one would survive, and the power of spell moves was not something that ordinary people could bear.

After holding back for a long time, Chunyang disciple jumped out a sentence.

"If you don't like chaos, then kill all those who create chaos and create a peaceful and prosperous world."

The words are not rough. How can the world be peaceful without killing those warlords, princes and kings? Don’t say too many high-sounding excuses. Killing them directly is the easiest and most effective way. This is the way of the world, kill a group of clans and families to cultivate a group, and wait until the new emperor who rises after the country collapses and kills a group of repetitions.

Before the development of industry to a certain extent, everyone, including aristocratic families, were historical leeks.

"Yeah, you can only kill..."

As he was walking, he suddenly saw a young monk before he came to the palace.

The Western disciples were sitting on the street full of corpses, chanting sutras, and their robes were clean and spotless, like heaven and man falling into the world, and the sound of chanting sutras made one's heart calm and peaceful.

The Chunyang disciple pouted and didn't bother to look at it. After seeing this trick a lot, he became accustomed to it, and the effect of combining with the soothing mantra was fantastic.

The young general stopped curiously, and the disciple of Chunyang closed his eyes and turned a blind eye.

"Master, why are you here?"

The handsome young Western disciple stopped chanting the scriptures and slowly opened his eyes, made a full gesture, and stood up with his hands folded and saluted the general.

"There are countless resentful souls in the city who refuse to leave, and the little monk can't bear the souls of the dead to fall into the sea of ​​misery.

"Master Renyi."

The general saluted, and when he was in a low mood, he came across a compassionate master and admired him.

The disciple of Chunyang next to him pouted, he couldn't bear the suffering of the people, you didn't take action earlier, hiding in the distance to watch the lively battle, and then running after the incident to sympathize with the dead, it was really boring.

The two sides chatted for a while, and the young general had a good impression of this kind and young Western disciple, so he invited to assist the army, and the young monk readily agreed.

Western religion also began to catch up with the big fish of the emperor, waiting to pick up merit and luck, and Chunyang Palace did not stop it.

Some benefits cannot be swallowed alone. As long as the Central Plains can be rehabilitated, it is the biggest goal. The south is the power of Western religions. If we want to unify the mountains and rivers as soon as possible, we need the help of Western religious envoys.

The former palace was renovated. The young general, colleagues and two practitioners from different sects entered the palace. The palace was the last place of battle. The newly built mansion was destroyed by the fire, and since then it has become the center of power under the banner of Yan.

The young general got along with the young Western disciples for a long time and made him a confidant.

It's very simple. Chunyang disciples are indifferent and indifferent, but they are not good at communicating. Western religions are easy to get along with. One is cold and the other is kind and talkative. It is easy to draw conclusions about who is close to.

The strange thing is that the disciples of the two sects did not fight.

The unification of the Central Plains will not happen overnight. A new force is steadily expanding and rising. At the same time, a new civilization outside the Central Plains is being born...

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Jiaowang's territory became larger.

Since the internal rebellion of Yunyao Ancient Village, its strength has been greatly reduced and its territory has shrunk, and a small part has been given to Bai Yujun. Among them, many Jiuli mountain residents have directly taken refuge in the holy beast. A certain Bai is very happy. The breeding industry that supplies food for the army of monsters can be Expand again.

A certain Jiao thought that since Baibu had given away part of his territory to celebrate his becoming a demon king, does Kurobe also mean to be in this beautiful season?

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It just so happened that the Kurobe stockade that was destroyed by the poisonous corpse did not recover at all, and the other stockades had resisted the monsters and saw a demon king born beside them, so they simply retreated and gave up part of the buffer zone.

In addition, there are still some borderless places around that have been occupied by a certain flood dragon and expanded several times.

Although it is not as large as other demon kings, it is enough for now. When the strength of the demonic beast army in the territory increases, it will expand, and the gathering area of ​​demon beasts and humans will move closer to the rivers that are more suitable for development, and the workshop will be expanded to increase craftsmen.

Workshops and craftsmen are the places where Bai Yujun spends the most effort. He selects a large number of snake demons who like to create and train them carefully, from basic arithmetic to geometric physics, and writes textbooks. Fortunately, the new snake demons are illiterate, including those who stay in the territory. The craftsmen were also illiterate, and literacy was a tool used by aristocratic families in the Central Plains to rule, and ordinary people could not learn it.

A certain white unscrupulously promoted simplified characters and Arabic numerals that were easier to write, unified weights and measures to set a precise ruler, and worked hard to turn the rusted wheel of history to roll forward...

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