A kite floated in the sky.

In a remote corner, Wang Po wiped off the mud on his face, squinted his eyes and looked at the hill, and naturally recognized that it was Xiao Zhang's kite.

Didn’t the kite break on the wall of Xue Laocheng a few days ago?

The kite used to be tied with a person, but today it is tied with a painting.

The painting is very huge, more than ten feet wide and high, swinging gently in the wind, like a wave of wheat, but the scenery on the canvas is not affected, very clear.

Looking at the painting, Fei Dian's general who had just been rescued by a cinnabar pill, his out-of-focused eyes gradually became concentrated and became extremely sharp.

Three old men from a grain team in the southern wilderness squinted their eyes at the same time and endless memories arose.

At the end of the old city of Xue Lao, in the shadow of the palace, black robe was caged in the sleeves, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

They have all seen the scenery in the painting.

The Kalan Temple, which is not something that can be found on earth, is extremely beautiful.

The Buddhist sect’s heritage has been cut off for countless years.

The incense at Kalan Temple lasted for a long time.

Until a thousand years ago, it was finally destroyed in the fire of war.

The demons invaded and Luoyang was besieged for three months. Three of the ten people in the city remained severely injured, and a total of 60 million people were killed.

I don’t know how many civilizational treasures like Kalan Temple have been destroyed.

The so-called romantic, burning everything.

This painting is about the Huoyao Kalan Temple.

Now there are very few people who have seen the Kalan Temple with their own eyes, but many people have seen the paintings of Kalan Temple in the book, and many people know the story.

As for the siege of Luoyang, it is a humiliation and pain that cannot be forgotten by all human beings.

The giant painting hanging in the sky was very well painted, lifelike, as if it was real.

Looking at the flames in the painting, the soldiers seemed to be able to hear the painful crunching sound of the Guangsha when it was about to collapse.

There are many people's faces in that painting, painful, distorted, confused, and numb. In the end, these people all died and died in the fire.

Seeing that painting, the soldiers on the front line once again figured out a simple truth.

This is history.

This is where anger comes from.

This is why we are now appearing under the Snow Old Town.

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As the painting and the information carried in the painting spread in the military camp, there was also a conjecture spreading at the same time.

According to legend, the painting saint Wu Daozi painted murals in the Kalan Temple all year round. So is it possible that this one was painted by him?

Now the entire continent knows that Wu Daozi is not dead, he is traveling around the world with someone.

If Wu Daozi comes, does that mean...that person is here too?

Thinking that legendary figures like Wang Zhice could appear on the front line at any time, the morale of the human army greatly boosted.

In contrast, the morale of the demon clan suddenly fell a lot, and it was more exaggerated than the improvement of the human clan.

For the human army, the influence of Shang Xingzhou and Wang Zhice has similarities. For the demons, it is completely different. They may not know who the human emperor is now, nor do they know Chen Changsheng, nor do they know Shang Xingzhou is the teacher of the human emperor and Chen Changsheng, but they definitely know who Wang Zhice is.

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At dusk.

The sunset dyed the old city of snow on the west red.

Half of the city seemed to be about to burn.

Suddenly, countless fanatical shouts sounded between the city walls and the fields beneath the city.

The words of shouting sound like Gulunmu.

Many human soldiers can understand some simple demonic words, especially the meaning of this word, which they will not forget.

When the demon soldiers rushed over frantically, trying to trade their lives for life, they would shout this word when they were surrounded by a mountain and finally committed suicide.

This word means the Emperor of God.

The Demon Lord finally appeared.

Chen Changsheng took the Qianli Mile Mile from the King of Linghai and looked up at the old city of Xue.

The air today is particularly clean, and the sunset light does not affect your vision, so you can barely see the picture on the city wall.

Although it was a little blurry, Chen Changsheng still recognized the face that had not been seen for many years.

Compared to when he was in Baidi City, the Demon Lord seemed much calmer and his expression was more majestic.

Looking at the devil's beard deliberately left, Chen Changsheng remembered Tang Sanshiliu, and then saw the devil's horns.

Logically speaking, the Demon Lord did not have magic horns as a royal family, but he made two of them and decorated them, which seemed particularly exaggerated.

Obviously, this is a method used to win the emotions of the middle and lower classes of demons.

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The business boat arrived.

The Demon Lord appeared.

This means that the final moment of decisive battle is coming.

For the demons, if they can defend the old city of Xue and stay until the cold winter comes, it is of course the best way. But they cannot solve the problem of food and grass, which is exactly the same as the situation facing Luoyang City back then. Even if they slaughter the people themselves and minimize the non-military population, they cannot solve the food rations of hundreds of thousands of tribe soldiers outside the city.

Moreover, the human army will not leave any bodies of their comrades.

The right time, place and people are harmonious. Now it seems that the demons have taken advantage of the land, and the humans have taken advantage of the humans. As for the right time...

The recent fall of snow seems to indicate that the way of heaven favors the demons more, but the time of the decisive battle is determined by the human race.

So who will win the final victory of this war?

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It was another morning.

The fields outside the old city of Xue were so quiet that they didn't wake up.

The sound of the horn suddenly rang out.

So the whole world woke up.

All life in this world is waiting for this moment.

Maybe no one could really fall asleep last night.

The main wolf cavalry of the demon clan launched a fierce attack on the human race's Eastern Route Army.

The black soil on the field was blown away and fell like raindrops. The sound of weapons colliding, muffled groans and howls, and the sound of formation activation.

The Eastern Army suffered a difficult time to withstand the attacks of the demons like a tide, and finally won a rare free time in the afternoon.

The camp issued an urgent order to the front line, requiring the team at the forefront to retreat as soon as possible and complete the rotation with the reserve cavalry.

Feather arrows flew in the sky, suppressing the opponent's spearmen and providing cover for their own side.

All the processes are going on in an orderly manner, but they are in trouble somewhere.

Since the war started, the Northern Third Battalion, which has been at the forefront, has refused to retreat.

Because Guan Feibai did not obey military orders.

He is not the commander of the Northern Third Battalion, but he is a disciple of the Lishan Sword Sect and the strongest person in the team.

He and two junior brothers ventured to the cliff and arrived at the old city of Xue.

The entire North Third Camp is now only listening to Guan Feibai's words.

The reason why Guan Feibai was unwilling to retreat was also very simple.

His junior brother Liang Banhu was dead, and Guan Bai also died to save them.

His eyes were red.

At the most tense moment, with the sound of crane, Xu Yourong came to the venue.

Guan Feibai held the sword, squinted his eyes, and looked at her, his voice croaking and deep, like a beast that had not drunk water for many days.

"Junior sister, don't persuade me."

His squinting eyes were covered in blood.

Xu Yourong knew that he seemed to be rational and had a organized speech, but in fact he was already crazy and could not persuade him.

"I remember Senior Brother Qiushan should have prepared a tip for you."

Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and said, "You should take it apart and take a look."

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Chapter completed!