This sentence is not something the old monk said casually, because in the face of the five declines of heaven and man, even if it is a small calamity, the old Taoist priest as a master is powerless.

And Li Xiuyuan on Tianshan Mountain will soon have to face his own five degenerations.

For the old monk, there was nothing he could do. He could only take Yelu Mingzhu and leave here early, so as not to let her disturb Li Xiuyuan's practice.

The old Taoist priest looked at him and sighed, pointing to the outside of the Buddhist hall and said: "I'm afraid these two female dolls will not leave so easily. At least I have to watch him fall into disaster..."

It is not something that can happen overnight. The old Taoist priest planned to wait until Li Xiuyuan started to overcome the tribulation before leaving with the two girls.

In Tianshan, it is enough to have Xiao Hei by Li Xiuyuan's side.

The old monk was stunned, but he had forgotten these two girls. After thinking about it, he smiled and said: "Don't forget, there are two girls on the mountain, but I brought them."

The old Taoist priest glared at him: "That's the cause and effect of that boy Watson. It shouldn't fall on his godfather. You have to find a way to send them home."

The old monk sighed and said, "Let Watson face this matter by himself after the battle is over. One is his sister, and the other is his beauty."

Thinking about it, the old monk also felt incredible about his original thoughts.

It was only Watson's request that the two women brought this world.

The old Taoist priest thought for a while and said: "Since the ink has fallen, you have to help those two girls and let them break through a few more realms before leaving this world, right?"

The old monk smiled faintly, stretched out his hand to refill the tea for the old Taoist priest: "Have some tea."

…

Southern Xinjiang, above the Nanyun Castle Tower.

At Xia Ruoyu's begging, Hua Luoyu finally took her onto the tower.

Looking at the smoke and dust floating all over the sky and the tens of thousands of imperial troops fighting in the wilderness, Xia Ruoyu, as a princess of the imperial dynasty, finally couldn't help but tremble slightly.

As she approached the city wall, she saw that the ground was full of large craters made by huge rocks, and even more so when she came to the city wall.

A majestic Nanyun City was created all over the place after the enemy attacked, and before they had time to move, the injured soldiers were letting out bursts of sobs.

It was as if he was telling her how tragic the battle was just a moment ago.

The fighting in the wasteland was still going on, and the sounds of fighting came from the distance, making the girl couldn't help but tremble even more violently.

Hua Tianxia watched the two people walking over, pointed at Wang Ruyi and Xiaolian behind him, and said softly: "Princess, look, this is a battlefield, even with their level of cultivation, they have been injured."

The implication is self-evident. A person with the princess's level of cultivation may not be able to withstand the rubble splashed by the boulder, and she will fall on the top of Nanyun City.

Wang Ruyi looked at Ruo Yu and smiled: "Princess, don't be afraid, the battle is over and brother Nalan Ming is also injured. He has gone to the battlefield."

After speaking, he pointed at the imperial army on the wasteland and said, "It's just that it's too far away. I don't know where he went with him."

Xia Ruoyu leaned on Hua Luoyu's shoulder and took a gentle breath to calm down.

Looking at the black figures chasing the South China Sea army in the wasteland, he couldn't help but whisper: "So, are you already that powerful?"

In the wilderness, the soldiers of the South China Sea Army who had not had time to escape from the battlefield were fighting the final battle with the soldiers of the imperial dynasty.

A Nanhai Nan monk raised his long sword and slashed at Nalan Ming, who was rushing towards him.

Nalan Ming raised his sword to meet him, only to hear a violent sound. The opponent's long sword broke into two pieces, and the Nanhai monk in armor fell to the ground.

He spit out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on Nalan Locust. Then blood gurgled out of his chest, and he fell to the ground and died.

There is an iron arrow stuck in his back!

Hu Ge, who was not far away, looked at him and yelled: "This is a fighting field, cheer up, don't be soft-hearted!"

Nalan Ming nodded to him, took a deep breath, and ran towards Hu Ge.

The two dogs on the battlefield were also fighting for their lives. The Nanhai monk in black armor fought hard, and the two of them executed countless moves in the air.

In their madness, the long swords in both men's hands were blown away to nowhere.

A loud shout was heard in the wasteland. The Nanhai monk looked like a lion roaring, condensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his fists, and punched the two dogs!

Ergou punched out from the dusty wasteland with one hand!

The two roared in the air, their fists clashed like spring thunder, and they flew back instantly.

The Nanhai monk only felt a terrifying power coming from his arm. The power gave him a fear of death, and it was sprayed out in one breath before he even landed!

Then there was a clicking sound, but Ergou found his spiritual sword, jumped up, and struck out with a fatal sword, believing that the enemy was the enemy!

At this moment, the Nanhai monk whose head had already flown out had found his spiritual sword!

So he would rather die than let go, holding the sword in his hand tightly.

A gust of breeze blew, and the figures of the two dogs in the smoke and dust on the wasteland seemed to be helped by gods. They no longer paid attention to the corpses on the ground and walked towards Fu Sheng not far ahead.

With a puff, it was only then that the decapitated Nanhai monk flew into the air with a flying arrow, and blood splashed in the wind and also splashed on Ergou's armor.

A pitiful cry rang out in the wasteland. Fu Sheng's spiritual sword slashed out a faint blue sword energy through meditation, slashing the enemy in black armor in front of him to the ground!

With this miserable cry, the killing sounds in the wilderness gradually became silent, and the smoke and dust still filled the entire battlefield.

Whether it was Ergou or Fu Sheng, or Hu Ge and Nalan Yu, their faces were covered with a piece of cloth soaked in water.

There was no way, other soldiers of the dynasty must be like this, because the wasteland after the explosion was so smelly.

The entire battlefield was filled with a thick stench, as well as the bodies of blown-up horses and Nanhai soldiers.

If these corpses were to be cleaned up, it would probably take the army of Nanyun City several days.

Not far away, the Tang Dynasty howled like a wild wolf: "Brother, did you see that we won this crucial battle for you!"

At this time, the Tang Dynasty was covered in smoke and dust, and its entire body was stained with blood.

He looked very embarrassed from a distance, but the look on his face showed great pride and joy.

In contrast, Brother Hu's expression was still calm and proud, his clothes were stained with blood, and the Qingfeng sword he held in his left hand was bleeding, and he was covered in blood.

From a distance, the two looked at each other and smiled. This smile was the best respect for the brothers on the Tianshan Mountains.

There was a dead silence in the wasteland after the war.

There were imperial troops cleaning up the battlefield, pulling uninjured or slightly injured horses towards Nanyun City.

Most of these horses just ate the beans that Wang Tianhua and others scattered on the wasteland, and their lives were not in danger.

Nalan Yu sat quietly on the chair brought by Hua Tianxia on the city wall, coldly watching every move on the battlefield.

He must stay here until he withdraws his troops.

Hua Tianxia looked at his man and said distressedly: "The Lord of the City is here, and there are several generals. You are injured all over. Go back and rest, and I will apply medicine for you."

Nalan Yu shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Since I can't die, please let me hold on until the last moment, madam."

At this moment, Yang Kaiyi climbed up from the tower and silently handed Nalan Yu a bottle of wine: "In this battle, we estimate that there will be tens of thousands of casualties."

Nalanyu reached out to take the wine bottle, raised his head and took a sip, and said quietly: "There are so many casualties in our defense, but what about this earth-shattering explosion?"

Pointing to the battlefield in the wasteland, Nalan Yu continued: "Coupled with a charge by the army, what kind of casualties will the other side suffer?"

Yang Kaiyi looked up at the smoke-filled battlefield outside Nanyun City, and waved his hand to wave away the blood and thick stench in the wind.

He sighed and said, "It would be great if they can only have one-third of their remaining strength!"

Looking at the mountains of corpses piled up on the wasteland, Yang Kaiyi had a sad look on his face.

After being silent for a long time, he looked at Nalan Yu and asked, "What should I do with the enemy's corpses? There are really too many of them."

Nalan Yu held the black city wall with one hand and said coldly: "Today, we will let the city's craftsmen repair the city wall overnight. The corpses will not be moved for the time being."

After a pause, he continued: "If they don't come to collect the bodies tomorrow, then we will send a large army to bury them on the spot in those big pits."

This battle is not what he wants, but he has to fight!

Otherwise, today's situation would probably have to be reversed. After all, my family of three and countless relatives and friends gathered here in order to win this war.

Yang Kaiyi looked up at the setting sun that was about to set in the west, and said to the messenger behind him: "Blow the horn to withdraw the troops and have the army withdraw to Nanyun City."

Woohoo!

The horn of retreating troops was blown at the top of Nanyun City. Hu Ge on the battlefield looked at Ergou and said with a smile: "Let's go back and drink. I'll starve to death."

Ergou was delighted when he heard this, stretched out his hand to hold Fu Sheng's hand, looked at Hu Ge and asked: "Master, this stink is so bad, can you still drink?"

Fu Sheng chuckled: "It's just because it smells so bad, that's why Master wants to drink."

Tang Chao took Nalan Ming's hand and smiled: "Yes, you are the son of the general and a man!"

More troops from the later dynasties, leading their war horses and injured brothers, turned towards Nanyun City one after another!

For them, this is a day of fear and surprise. This battle will be recorded in the history of the dynasty forever!

The battle in southern Xinjiang, which was personally commanded by the Imperial Guard, was fought between the sun and the moon.

Ouyang Dongli sighed and took Nalanyu down the tower.

The group of people came to the bottom of the city tower and met Yelu Mingzhu who had returned from killing the enemy. Hua Luoyu looked at her and blurted out: "Mingzhu, where is your little uncle Hei?"

Yelu Mingzhu smiled faintly: "How dare he spend the night in Nanyun City? He wants to find Watson halfway. The enemy is defeated in front of him. He is worried about Watson being alone..."

Hearing this, Hua Luoyu sighed and chuckled: "By the way, our biggest trump card hasn't appeared in front of the enemy yet."

Ouyang Dongli looked at her and shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "Don't be too happy too soon. Maybe we still have a tough battle ahead, but that's not necessarily the case."

Hua Luoyu looked at Ergou, Fu Sheng and Nalan Ming walking from the city gate not far away. This was her greatest pride as a master.

Thinking of today's hard battle, he sighed: "You are all good, even my younger brother on Tianshan Mountain will be proud of you."

Nalanyu looked at her and smiled: "Auntie, Ergou and Fusheng are also very powerful."

Monk Minghui, who was in the small courtyard, clasped his hands and said, "Senior, today's battle was full of casualties and blood flowed like rivers. What should we do?"

In the back hill of the town, the old monk in the Buddhist temple sighed.

He said quietly: "If you change the angle, if the city breaks through the five regions, it will pay a higher price. I am afraid that it will be bloody for thousands of miles... and it will be dead, isn't that far away?"

Minghui sighed: "My Buddha is compassionate."

The old monk said calmly: "The birth or fall of this thought is not your cause and effect. You are just meeting sentient beings on the battlefield, that's all."

Minghui asked again: "What if in the end, the disciples need to take action to kill?"
Chapter completed!