Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 437 Confucians govern the world

"Run, run!"

The leader of the Youmao tribe came back to his senses and roared loudly, causing the panicked tribesmen to temporarily stabilize and flee towards the rear.

But soon, an elder flew back in embarrassment, covered in blood, and reported in horror: "Chief, we are finished, all retreat routes from the rear have been cut off by the Qin army!"

Hearing this, the leader of the Youmao clan staggered, and his mind went blank.

They are surrounded!

"Damn Da Qin!"

The leader of the Youmao clan roared angrily, with deep-seated hatred in his eyes. His hands were filled with black light, condensing a black black sword, and stabbed out with one strike.

Endless anger has gone to his head.

The monstrous murderous aura soared into the sky, like a sea of ​​blood, flowing between heaven and earth.

The sword energy is unparalleled, splitting all things!

Facing this attack, Bai Qi's expression remained unchanged, and he even wanted to laugh. A warrior at the pinnacle of Quasi-Emperor dared to attack an Emperor-level warrior.

Who gave him the courage?

"die!"

The bloody sword in Bai Qi's hand trembled slightly, and a sword energy burst out.

This sword has endless murderous intent that spreads across the sky!

This sword made the wind that swept through the void become colder, as if countless ghosts and ghosts were roaring, and it was extremely bloody.

The sword energy used by the Youmao Clan Leader was directly shattered.

Even the battle sword in his hand was broken every inch!

And what he endured was just the aftermath of Bai Qi's sword energy. The truly terrifying thing had not yet come.

"No"

The Youmao Clan Leader's pupils were dilated and his eyes were full of fear, but in the next breath, he was enveloped by the sword energy and exploded into a ball of blood mist, leaving no trace of his body.

"Genocide!"

Bai Qi was suspended in the air and ordered coldly.

The majesty of the vast imperial realm is like countless sacred mountains, covering thousands of miles in radius, suppressing the soldiers of the Youmao tribe and unable to move.

"kill!"

From all directions, there were sounds of killing.

After rescuing the captive humans, the Suzaku soldiers turned their troops and headed towards Shicheng.

Kill all the aliens you meet!

Lines of blood-colored wolf smoke stretched across the sky, like a blood-colored giant dragon entrenched, covering thousands of miles, making everything become extremely small.

The killing is carried out in the flaming city!

Screams, despair, begging, curses

Loud and resounding!

But no one felt pity for them. Seeing the imprisoned human race, the soldiers of Suzaku completely turned into murderous gods, killing them until the sky was dark and the sun and the moon were dimming.

"General, we have rescued more than 130 million people in total, but due to the long period of imprisonment, most of them are in poor condition and numb!"

A lieutenant came forward and said sadly.

"The general has avenged their revenge. As for whether they can come out, it depends on the court!"

Bai Qi sighed, but the murderous aura in his heart became more and more intense.

The war of races!

It's so cruel!

The only thing he can do is to capture the alien race and do his best to protect the safety of the human race.

Two hours later, the Youcat Clan was declared destroyed.

Bai Qi personally took action and chopped up the Youcat Clan's inheritance with one sword.

The Qin army continued to penetrate deeper, advancing towards the next alien tribe, and raised their butcher's knives high.

The news of the destruction of the Youcat Clan quickly spread throughout the Thousand Demons Holy Court, causing many foreigners to panic, especially those close to the border, who made up their minds to migrate overnight.

Because the migration speed was so fast, many human beings in captivity were able to survive.

Of course, many human beings were killed, and this was inevitable.

At the same time, the memorial on how to resettle the rescued human race was also sent to the court and placed on the desks of the monarchs and ministers, becoming a troublesome issue.

In response to this issue, Qin Wudao held a special court meeting to discuss it together.

"Your Majesty, most of the humans in captivity have lost their loved ones and their self-esteem has been destroyed. What we have to do is to encourage them and restore their confidence in life!"

Zhuge Liang came out and suggested loudly.

"That makes sense!"

After hearing this, Qin Wudao nodded slightly and asked loudly: "My dear friends, who is willing to go to the West to educate all people and restart their minds?"

When all the officials in the palace heard this, they were all moved. It would be a supreme merit to educate hundreds of millions of people!

Leave a name in history!

The most holy merit!

But thinking about the difficulty of the task, many ministers shook their heads. In order to educate all sentient beings, at the very least, one must be an imperial magician and be proficient in literature and art.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go!"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to move forward!"

Two loud voices echoed in the hall at almost the same time.

Dong Zhongshu and Wang Yangming stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

The mighty literary energy gathered above the two people's heads, shining like a galaxy, giving people endless mysteries, which could enlighten all living beings and open up the people's wisdom.

Whether it is Dong Zhongshu or Wang Yangming, they are both extremely capable people.

In the early Western Han Dynasty, Dong Zhongshu absorbed the theories of hundreds of schools of thought, advocated the idea of ​​"deposing all schools of thought and respecting Confucianism alone", and put forward important theories such as "influence between heaven and man" and "three cardinal principles and five constant principles". He was the master of Confucianism.

Wang Yangming, who lived in the Ming Dynasty, founded the "Yin-Yang Mind Theory" based on Confucianism, and was revered as a "sage" by many people!

"allow!"

Qin Wudao thought about the experiences of the two of them, and ordered solemnly: "Two dear friends, each of you will form a team of 500 people and go to the Thousand Demons Holy Court to help the human race overcome the difficulties!"

"As you command!"

The two of them bowed respectfully.

That day, Dong Zhongshu and Wang Yangming took their students and headed west.

This trip will interpret the aspirations and traditions of Chinese literati to "establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for life, carry forward the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations."

Five days later, Dong Zhongshu was suspended in mid-air at the original site of the Youmao Clan, and his energy broke through the air, like a vast sea, surging between heaven and earth.

On the ground, there are densely packed human races. Some of them are standing, some are lying on the ground, their expressions are numb and dull.

"From ancient times to the present, the human race has grown from poverty to strength. It has been tempered by blood and fire, expanded its territory, and achieved today's prosperity!"

"The ancient human race cared about the country and the people, had unparalleled ambitions, was not afraid of difficulties, proud of the world with their chivalry, accomplished extraordinary feats, never gave up, and set their sights on the world!"

"Today, you all are in trouble, you are being humiliated by foreign tribes, and your family members are being killed. This is the tragedy of eternity. However, people cannot be resurrected after death, so they should go to the court again in life!"

"The Great Qin Holy Court will work with you to rebuild our homeland!"

"You generals are the citizens of Great Qin."

Dong Zhongshu's soft voice echoed in the ears of the world, and golden lotus flowers fell into the hundreds of millions of people below.

Many confused humans began to show sadness in their eyes, lying on the ground crying!

Many people stood up and roared loudly, as if they wanted to vent all the pain and sadness in their hearts.

Dong Zhongshu, who was hanging in the air, showed a smile when he saw this. This was a good sign.

Tens of thousands of miles away, on a plain, Wang Yangming stood on a high platform, entangled in the laws of literature and Taoism.

In front of him, hundreds of millions of people were reborn!

(End of chapter)