Compared with the south, the north.

Undoubtedly, the entire space seemed extremely solemn, making everyone breathless.

Arms came from all directions, stepping on suffocating steps, with almost no whispering in the torrent, just constantly moving towards the target and heading towards the ancient imperial capital of the Central Plains.

I was told before I came that the enemy in this decisive battle was an existence named the first floor of the Central Plains. Now it has unified the south of the Yangtze River and is about to unify the Central Plains world.

It was an extremely powerful enemy, and it was also an extremely terrifying enemy. Not only DTZ, Western Turks, Tuyuhun, Goryeo, and all forces north of the Yangtze River in the Central Plains would participate.

And as long as you win, you will get everything.

They are all south of the Yangtze River!

Let's go!

Going to the land of war, the eternal imperial capital of the Central Plains...

*******

Luoyang!

The place where the decisive battle was prepared this time was a place where millions of troops collided.

At this moment, outside the Xiongcheng of Luoyang, campfires were everywhere, mountains and fields were everywhere, and there were hundreds of thousands and millions of troops gathered there.

Not only that, as time goes by, one army after another is constantly driving forward.

The flag trembled with the north wind that kept coming and heading south, roaring.

The ancient imperial capital, which is usually lively, is silent today. All residents stay at their homes, watching the continuous army on the streets outside uneasy.

How many days have it been?

How many troops have they been?

The entire city seemed to be surrounded by murderous intent. The friction of armor, the collision of weapons, and the howling of horses interwoven into a nightmare scene.

Feeling frightened and scared.

Countless civilians looked at their door in fear, as if soldiers would break into the door in the next moment. The scene of Dong Zhuo burning Luoyang in the late Han Dynasty hundreds of years ago seemed to be possible at any time.

The Great Sui Dynasty unified the world for less than half a century.

The painful experience of the two-legged sheep has not been completely forgotten...

*******

Everyone led by Dini sat in the same room.

No one spoke, the atmosphere was dull.

After a long time, Fan Qinghui said softly: "In terms of the army, Li Shimin will ask you."

After experiencing countless battles of all sizes and sizes, he has extremely terrifying talents, and is even more powerful. He is also the future emperor of the eternal era. Emperor Taizong of Tang, who created the prosperous Tang Dynasty, was destined to be the leader of the army in this war from the moment he was specially called to that moment.

Facing Fan Qinghui's words, everyone did not speak. From the moment they knew the truth, the so-called power and wealth were meaningless. The lord of the world and the king of the future were just a group of prisoners.

"Yes!" Li Shimin clasped his fists.

Fan Qinghui turned to look at Bi Xuan: "Tiandao, please trouble you."

"Yes!" The martial master with an unprecedented aura nodded his head lightly.

"Zhengren Ning, I guess the Evil King will come to you."

Ning Dodge nodded calmly, "I have been prepared since that day."

"Brother Fu, the Yin Queen's Demon Technique has exceeded the limit. It should be the one who helped her transform, which would be very difficult."

Fu Cailin smiled and said, "Anyway, it's the last battle, isn't it?"

Fan Qinghui turned around, "Senior Brother Jingnian, your opponent is right, it should be the contemporary walk of the Yinkui Sect, Wanwan."

"Amitabha."

"There is no way out of retreat in this battle, and it is impossible to stop. Since you have participated in it, I believe you should have already realized it. Then unless you break the shackles, you will not stop..."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Looking at the silent hall, Fan Qinghui said softly: "Then, let's prepare for each of you."

As everyone left, Fan Qinghui sat in her seat without any effort. She trembled and hugged her hands. The desperate future almost made her crazy and crazy. However, what she did at this moment undoubtedly impacted her beliefs, personality, and thoughts.

Hundreds of thousands of foreigners entered the Central Plains and fought in Luoyang.

Fan Qinghui was trembling. She could use any means to understand the end of this world for her ideals. After listening to her master's story, she would not hesitate to provoke a cruel bloody battle and drag the whole world in, trying to break the shackles.

But, but ah.

If it fails, if the world is true...

"Master..., are we really just picking up puppets? The world will collapse in a few years at most? Everyone will disappear? Everything will return to nothingness? Then it will be staged again one day, repeating?"

Dini looked at Fan Qinghui without saying a word, as if she had seen herself who had suddenly woken up.

What kind of despair was that? In that moment, Dini went crazy and tried to destroy everything, but no matter how crazy or struggling, everything finally returned to its original appearance.

At this moment, Fan Qinghui was like a little girl who had lost everything. She reached out and grabbed Deni's arm, begging and begging: "Master, can you succeed? Can you succeed? Can you break the shackles of this world in this way? Can you? I'm so scared, really scared."

"It will succeed!"

Dini looked at Fan Qinghui, and she raised her hand and touched the girl who was almost under her nose, comforting her, "I can do it, don't worry."
Chapter completed!