New White Snake Asking Immortals

The ancient city wall was dilapidated, and the tattered flag fell to the ground.

The city was breached, the billowing smoke covered the blue sky and white clouds, and the drowsy, burning ashes were carried up to the sky by the thermal airflow, and the ashes were scattered and falling, and the ruins of the ruined walls exposed the black half of charcoal.

Crying and whimpering, the surviving people dug up the remains of their relatives from the collapsed houses.

The scorched remains in the burnt ruins kept struggling, the dark and dilapidated earth walls collapsed to bury the ruins, and the old broken ox carts creaked and pulled the car full of corpses to the mass graves outside the city.

I don't know whose raccoon cat is squatting in front of the collapsed house and waiting quietly...

The big yellow dog snuggled close to the old man's arms to seek a sense of security. The old man looked at the dead body of his family beside him, and the muddy tears slipped silently down the old man's cheeks. After one night, only he and an old dog were left at home...

The state city was breached, and the army under the command of the warlord king lost control after the city was broken.

The city was chaotic, crazy soldiers looted gold and silver everywhere, rogue gangsters took advantage of the chaos to kill and set fire to abuse women, and it took a whole day and night before the army that invaded the city was quelled, the palace was destroyed, and the prince drew his sword and killed himself. Fleeing, the whole city lost order.

The young general who used to have a vicissitudes of resoluteness on his face rode his horse into the city.

The horseshoes were clattering, and the city was dead silent. All he saw was sadness, despair and numbness. The horses didn't seem to like the strong smell of smoke and ashes in the city and snorted.

There are cavalrymen behind them holding high the flag and writing the word 'Yan'.

Next to the young general was a Chunyang disciple wearing a white Taoist robe, carrying a sword box and rarely speaking.

"The city was besieged for three months and the city was destroyed in one day. More than 20,000 people died. Countless houses were burned and collapsed. I don't know how many wells were filled with debris and the water was undrinkable."

"Is it right or wrong for me to do this?"

He felt confused. He once vowed to overthrow the tyrannical king in order to protect the town and the villagers. Now that he has done it, he finds that it is a road of death and blood. There are fewer and fewer people who follow him to leave the town, and more and more strangers. .

It took more than two years to become the king of a warlord, and I saw a lot of life and death.

He is not from a powerful family who is used to stepping on other people's heads, nor is he even an aristocrat. He is just an ordinary commoner who has studied and has strength. If those elite children from a powerful family will definitely not care how many people die,

Different backgrounds have different values. Some people are born to think that they are superior and ignore ordinary people, although they are also ordinary.

The Chunyang disciple next to him sighed and remained silent. There are some things that practitioners cannot participate in too much.

For example, in this battle, if monks participate, no one will survive. The power of magic moves is beyond the reach of ordinary people. You can refer to the battle of demons in those days, and the number of dead is unknown.

After holding back for a long time, disciple Chunyang uttered a word.

"If you don't like chaos, then kill all those who cause chaos and create a peaceful and prosperous world."

The words are rough and the truth is not rough, how can the world be peaceful if you don’t kill those warlords, princes and kings, let alone too many high-sounding excuses, killing them directly is the simplest and most effective way, and you can’t expect those powerful families to repent and serve the people wholeheartedly. This is how the world works, killing a group of powerful families and cultivating a group, and waiting for the new emperor who rises after the country is rotten and collapsed to kill a group of duplicates.

Before the industry develops to a certain level, everyone, including aristocratic families, is a leek of history.

"Yeah, I can only kill..."

As he was walking, he suddenly saw a young monk before he came to the palace.

The disciple of the Western religion sat on the street full of corpses and chanted sutras. His monk's robes were clean and spotless, as if a heavenly man had fallen into the mundane world.

The Chunyang disciple curled his lips and didn't bother to look at it. He got used to this kind of trick after seeing it a lot, and it worked very well with the soothing spell.

The young general stopped curiously, but the Chunyang disciple closed his eyes and turned a blind eye.

"Master, why are you here?"

The young and handsome Western disciple stopped chanting sutras and slowly opened his eyes, made a full gesture, stood up unhurriedly and saluted the general with clasped hands.

"There are countless resentful souls in the city who refuse to leave. The little monk can't bear the souls of the dead to be plunged into the sea of ​​misery, and the crossing will return to bliss sooner."

"Master Benevolence."

The general saluted, just when he was depressed, he happened to meet a sympathetic expert and admired him.

The Chunyang disciple next to him curled his lips, he couldn't bear the suffering of the people, you didn't take action earlier, the war stalemate hid in the distance to watch the excitement, and then came to commiserate with the dead afterwards, it was really boring.

The two sides exchanged pleasantries, and the young general had a good impression of this kind young Western disciple, so he invited him to assist the army, and the young monk readily agreed.

The Western religion also began to catch the big fish of the Emperor, waiting to gain merit and luck, and Chunyang Palace did not stop it.

Some benefits cannot be taken alone. As long as the Central Plains can be restored, the biggest goal is. The south is the power of the Western Church. If you want to unify the country as soon as possible, you must use the Western Church to help.

The former palace was renovated. The young general, his colleagues and two practitioners from different sects walked into the palace. The palace was the last place where the battle was fought. There were still brown blood stains on the doorposts in the corner, which could not be washed away. Fortunately, the palace was not destroyed. The newly built mansion was destroyed by the fire, and since then it has become the center of influence under the banner of Yan.

The young general got along with the young Western disciple for a long time and introduced him as a confidant.

It's very simple, Chunyang disciples are indifferent and indifferent, but they are not good at communicating, while Western religions are easy to get along with. One is cold and the other is kind and talkative. It is easy to draw conclusions about who you get close to.

The strange thing is that the disciples of the two religions did not fight.

Unifying the Central Plains is not a matter of time. A new force is steadily expanding and rising. At the same time, a new civilization outside the Central Plains is being born...

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Jiaowang's territory became even bigger.

Since the internal rebellion in the Yunyao Ancient Village, the strength has been greatly reduced and the territory has shrunk, giving up a small part to Bai Yujun. Among them, many Jiuli mountain people directly took refuge in the holy beast. Bai is very happy. The breeding industry that supplies food for the army of monster beasts can Expand again.

A certain Jiao wondered that since Baibu gave away part of his territory to celebrate his becoming the demon king, then, would Heibu also want to be interested in this beautiful season?

It's yours, no one can take it away, if it's not yours, just grab it.

It just so happened that the Heibu stockade that was wiped out by the poisonous corpse did not recover at all. The other stockades resisted monsters before and saw a demon king was born around them, so they simply retreated to leave a buffer zone.

In addition, there are still some unclaimed lands around that have been occupied by a certain dragon, and they have been patched together and expanded several times.

Although it is not as large as other demon kings' territory, it is enough for now. After the strength of the monster army in the territory increases, it will expand, and the gathering areas of monsters and humans will move closer to the rivers that are more suitable for development, and the workshop will be expanded to increase craftsmen.

Workshops and craftsmen are where Bai Yujun spends the most effort. She selects a large number of snake monsters who like to create and trains them carefully, from basic arithmetic to geometric physics, and writes textbooks. Fortunately, the newborn snake monsters are illiterate, including those who stay in the territory. Many craftsmen are also illiterate, and literacy is a tool used by the aristocratic families in the Central Plains to rule, and ordinary people cannot learn it.

A certain Bai unscrupulously promotes simplified characters and Arabic numerals that are easier to write, unifies weights and measures and sets accurate scales, and works hard to turn the rusted wheel of history forward...

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