Chapter 732 Lingshan Swearing War 2

In the arrow array were the Ximiao warriors of the Guiye clan. This group of Ximiao soldiers had heard the noise at the gate for a long time. They thought it was Emperor Miao who came to save him, but they didn't expect that the most useless emperor in history actually cursed regardless of his image. He actually scolded the arrow array, and the spear array scolded away...

Everyone also forgot to break through for a moment and looked at their emperor stupidly.

"Old man, why don't you talk? Is it difficult for me to understand the emperor's words? Shaoqiu sighed endlessly, as if he was holding the ears of the candle yin god and his face. He hated that the iron could not become a steel tunnel. "In short, I just ask you to hit the wall, jump off the cliff, hang, and jump into the river--"

"Have you had enough of scolding?" A plain voice came from afar.

"Candle Yin God--" Dongmiao soldiers suddenly knelt down and knelt down in the direction of Lingshan.

"No." Shaoqiu simply said, "I've been playing the belly manuscript for three days, and I haven't even finished scolding the three sticks of incense. You continue to listen, you old man pretends to be a ghost, hides from Tibet, cheats from each other, and is despicable... Since he was a child, he likes to abuse the elderly and sell children, listens to the corner of the husband and wife and kicks the widow's door..."

Although Shaoqiu's nature is simple and gentle, he has a little scoundrel in his bones, but his adaptability is poor. The endless changes and conspiracies in the wilderness for so many years make him at a loss, and his tiredness is deeply suppressed. Until the past three years, recalling the past days in extreme confinement and loneliness, the rebellion and wildness in the adolescent nature slowly accumulated and finally broke out today.

He intended to expose the conspiracy of Zhu Yinshen to betray Sanmiao in front of the Dongmiao people. At worst, he fought to the death. Unexpectedly, the more he scolded, the smoother he became, which made him doubt whether he still had countless potentials to be explored.

The candle yin god finally couldn't stand it.

"Enough!" The voice on Lingshan finally became angry, and even the voice of the elemental force was wheezing, "Fuck you son of a bitch, you are raised by donkeys and beasts..." This candle yin god's eloquence is actually good. After half an hour of scolding, there is not even a repetition.

The 40,000 to 50,000 soldiers in the valley were stunned, and their heads were simply dreaming. No one expected that the three Miao emperors would have a scolding battle, and they didn't expect that Dongmiao Shenzi, who had always been known for his mysterious majesty, would scold the street master. This... The feeling of nervous disorder suddenly gushed out in the hearts of the soldiers. It seems that time goes back and space is disordered. Returning to the poor and small tribe, I heard two aunts fighting for the ownership of a willow tree...

They didn't know that their emperor was born as a rogue teenager on an isolated island in the East China Sea, and their gods worked as slaves from childhood, and the foundation of scolding was extremely solid.

"You old talent," Shaoqiu was also anxious and jumped and scolded, "If you have the courage, come down!"

"You son-in-law," Zhu Yin roared, "If you have the courage, come up!"

"I have the courage to go up, you don't have the fucking guts to come down." Shaoqiu pooh spat, "Let 20,000 soldiers protect you, are you afraid of losing face to see me? You are afraid that I will stand in front of you, which makes your legs trembling, arm cramps, crooked mouth, and incontinence..."

"You...you..." Zhu Yinshen is really crazy, "You fucking come up, who's going to stop you, who is a bitch!"

Shaoqiu was so angry that he rode the enlightened beast and swirled forward. The Dongmiao soldiers could not stop him, nor did he stop him. He looked at the Fengshi together. The Fengshi looked dull, and the soldiers were also dull, watching Shaoqiu Yang Chang break through his own defense line.

"Your Majesty!" Among the Ximiao soldiers, when the Elder Ghost Night saw that Shaoqiu had passed the arrow array, he hurried over and said anxiously, "Your Majesty can't go to Lingshan!" This candle is so powerful that even the emperors and saints of all dynasties can't beat him. You..."

Shaoqiu stared: "Can't you beat him? Wait, I spit him to death!"

Elder Ghost Night also looked dull and said to himself, both of them were crazy, crazy.

At this time, suddenly there was a roar on the top of Lingshan Mountain, and then a large black cloud shrouded it. In the black clouds, the wings were faintly seen rolling, and a figure held a huge bronze stick in his hand and rushed to Shaoqiu like lightning! The sound of the wind carried a perak, rumbling and straight, about to break through the sky and the earth and shake the mountains.

"It's Wu Zhiqi!" Gui Ye shouted, "Protect Your Majesty!"

"Bah!" Shaoqiu didn't move and spit, "The old ghost of Zhuyin was afraid of killing me. He sent shrimp soldiers and crabs to kill people in the future."

"Wow..." Suddenly, there was a thunderous gasp in the air, and then there was a roar, "Son, come back--"

Then the dark clouds all over the sky formed a huge slap, which was twitching on Wu Zhiqi's body. This poor brave man was still as a thunderbolt before the blink of an eye, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a fly on his palm and disappeared with a bang.

There was silence in the valley. The ordinary candle shade god rarely appeared, and everything was executed without a branch. This person's high magical power was a mythical existence in Dongmiao, but he didn't expect to be slapped today. As we all know, the candle is angry.

"I'm so angry." Shaoqiu concluded with a smile.

Then he walked through the Wanjun array step by step and stepped on Lingshan, the holy land of Dongmiao.

In the spring of the 37th year of Di Yao, in March, after nearly a month of fierce battle, the Yanhuang allied forces finally destroyed the Yaoshan defense line of Sanmiao, and Yusha led the remaining 3,000 people to retreat to Dongting Mountain.

Ziziyu followed Di Yao, crossed the Yangtze River, and embarked on the journey of the first expedition of the Yellow Alliance.

In order to prevent the Sanmiao people from cutting off their way, Di Yao left half of the Gaoluo Yu clan legion and Ji Lanshu's Gaoxin legion each, stationed in Jiangbei, and personally led 40,000 troops across the Yangtze River to chase the enemy. Mi Ziyu understood Di Yao's intention very well: Although Gao Luo was loyal to Yao Chonghua, Uncle Ji Lan was loyal to Di Yao. The two happened to be able to contain each other, and the other half of the army who followed him to cross the river, the commander was not there, and it was convenient for him to mobilize.

"This is the first time I have set foot on the land south of the Yangtze River in my life. In the thirty-seventh year of his accession to the throne, he fought against Yao for nearly thirty years. The Yanhuang man who died in the war was no less than 500,000, but he did not look at the land in the south of the Yangtze River. He woke up in the middle of the night and murmured countless sacrifices. He couldn't help bursting into tears and regretting the world!"

Di Yao stepped on the land of the south of the Yangtze River for the first time and sighed in his heart. On his six dragon chariot, Shang Houqi, Ji Kai, Wu Zhi and Mi Ziku were accompanied by him. Mi Ziyu made great contributions in the battle of crossing the river, and he was also accompanied by him.

Mi Ziyu looked at the scenery outside the car window. It was so strange and mysterious, and there was steaming fog and continuous swamps everywhere. It is not far from the Dongting Ze. Although the wilderness is vast, it is all swampy. The water soldiers in Gaoyang have paid the price of countless lives and found the hard road in the swamp. However, it is difficult for the army to unfold. Di Yao had to order the four legions to divide their troops. They can't meet for no more than 30 miles and 40,000 people. Scattered in the swamp, the black pressure covered nearly a hundred miles.

This area is very close to the seedlings, the products are rich, and many tribes thrive here. In the face of foreign invasion, these Sanmiao tribes suddenly burst out amazing pride. In just a few days, the Yanhuang Legion staged no less than eight battles to exterminate the clan.

"But today, I can finally look at Miaodu in the south. Maybe in a few days, I will step back into the long street of Miaodu, smash the Chiyou Temple, take the barbaric and vulgar southern barbarian family into a royal family, and fulfill the four-year-old dream of the five emperors of the Yanhuang Alliance since the Yellow Emperor."

Di Yao looked happy. He drank a few bottles of grain wine in a row and laughed. Mi Ziyu was also full of heart. Although he was in a hurry to go back to get the spiritual water to save Ai Sang, Di Yao took him with him and could not leave. More importantly, he was looking forward to the final battle with Shaoqiu.

Thinking that this entangled enemy will eventually fall under his own knife, he can't help but accelerate the blood flow all over his body, and even the constant spiritual power is uncontrollable.

"After Ai Sang woke up, what would he think if he knew that I had defeated Shaoqiu?" He thought silently.

"Your Majesty," after everyone laughed, Shang Houqi said, "But our soldiers in the north are not used to the climate here. This battle must be decided quickly without delay!"

Everyone nodded one after another, and even Di Yao sighed.