Chapter 21 Blood in the South Snow in the North

After a letter was sent to the monitoring home, there was no news. For three consecutive days, the cavalry and infantry of the Qingtian God Religion were added one after another, and each time they launched an attack on the silent city and the surrounding joint battalions. On the first day, the Song Dynasty lost serious people and horses before repelling the attack of the Qingtian God Sect. The latter two Gods used heavy ordnance to make the Qingtian God Sect's attack useless.

Fortunately, the battle between the practitioners in the Song Dynasty had the upper hand, but for the magicians still did not reach the camp of the Qingtianshen Sect. The three-day war between Wuyancheng and the Qingtianshen Sect had already been dyed red. The strong smell of blood in the air makes people unable to breathe. The civilians in the silent city have long left, but there are still a small number of civilians who can't give up their hometowns.

On the way to the front line of the Cherry Blossom Mountains, I saw countless magicians of the Qingtian God religion staring around the forest like enemies. Although this deep forest was not big in the original state of Wei, it took about a day and a half.

Now dozens of bodies of the Qingtian magicians have been buried in this forest. When the Qingtian magicians entered this forest, they were immediately assassinated. The magicians powerfully used the magic to borrow the power of heaven and earth to fight against the enemy, but the body is no different from ordinary people, and if they are close to ordinary soldiers, they will only die. .

This forest is a way to the front line. The magician chooses this quiet road because he is not with the practitioners, and the most important thing is that the magician can feel the magic while walking.

Now this forest has become the death penalty ground for these Qingtian gods. They can't use magic because they haven't even seen the shadow of the enemy until now, but they all know that these assassins must be from the Song Dynasty Supervision Institute. Because this is the simplest problem, Qingtian God Religion has broken with the Song Dynasty.

The originally sunny sky shining in the forest created an inexplicable horror in the deep forest. The birds and insects in the forest were like the sound of death, and those who escaped and assassinated in the dark were carrying the sickle of death to put away their lives.

This time, there are about 13 magicians left in the Qingtianshen sect. They don't know what the front line is like, but now they are shrouded in death like soldiers on the front line.

A leaf slipped slowly into the ground, and then the wind-up magician could not get close to the battle. The assassin in black appeared in the ruthless slaughter of the lives of these green gods. It's not that they didn't want to resist, but they couldn't fight close to fight, because each magic or the most common spell needs to be long. Time to prepare.

When the last thirteen magicians died under the daggers of the assassins in black, the blood had stained the green grass, and the smell of blood came out of the distant forest. The fierce beasts were waiting for these powerful humans to leave.

Ten assassins left the forest after they made another knife on each magician. After the assassin left, it was the feast of those fierce beasts.

The land in the south is stained with blood. The shadow of the war shrouded on every resident in the south. Although they believe in the strength of the Qingtian God Sect, today's Song Dynasty scares them too much. The assassination of assassination is everywhere in the southern city, at least about ten Qingtian Gods die every day.

They are afraid that they are confused, but they are also the safest because they are civilians and believers in Qingtian Haoyang. They do not belong to the divine religion but believe in Qingtian Haoyang, which is the guarantee that they are both afraid and safe.

On the fourth day, when a letter was transferred from the magician to the hand of Shenwuhou, Shenwuhou looked at the kind in the envelope and breathed a deep sigh of relief. After seeing the expression of Shenwuhou, the magician knew the appearance in the envelope, and the action of the Supervision Institute was still so fierce.

"It seems that the war in the south will end for a while," Shenwuhou said.

The magician smiled and said, "The Qingtian God Religion is not sure to send the magician again. They know that the assassins in the inspection court are horrible."

The Marquis of Shenwu nodded and said in the letter that the death of the group of magicians was not only the death, but also at least 20 priests who died in all the cities in the south in three days. The supervision court was extremely fierce and vigorous, which was completely beyond Shenwuhou's expectation, because Shenwuhou did not expect that the supervision court would make such a big move.

Zhao Feng looked at the director of the four places and six places in the first room of the Lin'an Supervision Institute and said, "The next step is to do a good job in the assassination of the Song Dynasty by the Qingtian God Religion"

After listening to this, the director and the director of the sixth department nodded and left the room.

In the Qingtian Haoyang Hall of the Cherry Blossom Mountains, Li Sha, who is in charge of the Qingtian Haoyang Hall, and Qingye, who is in charge of the Qingyi priest, stand opposite each other. Now Qingye is in charge of the lineage, so the person standing in the hall is him. The hall was dark, and only the light in the master's place shone the figure of Li Sha, but Qingye knew that the real height of the master was actually about 1.5 meters.

"All 30 magicians died, and at least 20 priests died in various cities in the south." Qingye's voice was not loud and could be heard.

The leader is speechless, but the light behind it is shining, indicating that the leader is now very angry now, ruling that the priest belongs to the most secret and powerful institution of the divine religion. The three thrones are powerful, but the other two thrones hidden in the darkness of the Green God Religion are also extremely horrible. In history, the throne hidden in the darkness is the butcher's knife in the hands of the Green God Religion.

The door opened a trace of Haoyang shining into the hall. The girl in a bloody Taoist robe came in. The girl couldn't see her face clearly, but the natural breath was the sixth breath. The girl walked into the door of the hall and slowly closed the silent hall. The girl's footsteps sounded. Qingye looked at the girl with only a trace of disgust in her eyes.

"Judicate the throne, you should know how to do it." The voice of the master came out like thunder to the whole hall.

The girl is the judge of the great priest on the throne of the temple. The inheritance of the great priest is very simple, but the world will not think that the great priest is a girl.

The adjudicator nodded and stopped talking.

There is a temple in the valley not far from the Qingtianism in the cherry blossom mountains. I don't know what stone the temple is made of, but the stone pillar in the square in front of the temple tells the truth of the temple. The darkest and bloodiest temples of the Qingtian God Religion in all dynasties have experienced death and walked through the existence of the corpse mountain, and the throne in the temple was stained with the blood of countless great gods.

More than a dozen practitioners in blue Taoist robes in front of the temple square were indifferent and full of evil spirits. They looked at the white stone pillars at the upper and lower ends of the square and then silently read something. After a moment, when they finished praying, they disappeared on the square.

Compared with the war in the south, the north is calm. In early December, heavy snow began to fall on the wilderness. The snow covered the traces of the previous autumn rain and covered the blood in the wilderness forest.

The successive victories of the northern front of the Song Dynasty made the southern front of the Song Dynasty feel extremely pressure. After all, it was not that the king of Qi did not have such unparalleled military ability, but only those ministers on the court knew that the southern front was much more tired than the northern front.

After all, the war between ordinary armies in the north is not joined by practitioners or magicians, so it seems easier. The snow in the wilderness has now been replaced by the army of the Song Dynasty with winter armor. Otherwise, the 300,000 troops of the Song Dynasty were not killed but frozen to death.

King Qi rode a horse and watched the wilderness Zelin feel the cold of the snow. He didn't understand what the true gods and aliens in the wilderness were thinking. Why is it that the battle between ordinary practitioners is still the same even if it is a war with the Buddha, but he understands that the true god alien race must be planning something.

"I'm going back to Lin'an. The Holy Marquis will come to replace a lot of things that can't be relaxed," the king of Qi said.

The emperor of the Song Dynasty personally issued a decree to let the king of Qi return to Lin'an to sit in the military office. Now in the troubled times of the Song Dynasty, it is believed that whether it is the Qingtian God Religion or the true gods and aliens must have plans in the territory of the Song Dynasty. Although the Five hundred years of the Song Dynasty, which has been in the rich land of the Central Plains, although it is powerful, if there is real civil strife, everything will become a thing of the past.

So the emperor needed the king of Qi to return to Lin'an to sit in the military aircraft to prevent some villains from taking the opportunity to make trouble within the Song Dynasty. The total number of troops of the Song Dynasty sent 600,000 troops to the north and south, of which 100,000 were in the west. Although the Buddha country is now weak, it has to be prevented, and the other 300,000 are everywhere in the Song Dynasty.

In those years, the five major families still escaped from the Yunzhou family, which was the place where the Senate and the emperor were worried. Now the Supervisory is unable to start the domestic affairs of the Song Dynasty, and the military office can't sit without a king.

The king of Qi looked at the heavy snow and sighed in his heart, "I hope the war will end after the snow"

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