I'm The Emperor of All-Heavens

Chapter 255

"Emperor hate, Emperor hate, you won't be hungry again soon!"

On the hillside, the cloaked man sat on the ground, and the ferocious demon sword emperor's hatred was on his knees. The hot sword gas poured into his body, and soon came out of his limbs and bones, turning into a more surging demon flame, circulating inside and outside.

If you observe carefully, you can find that yesterday there were only 27 serrations with Emperor's resentment, but today there is one more.

This one, that is, first.

Not long ago, the Vajra national master, whose face was full of resentment, was tortured by the burning devil flame. It was faintly visible that the Mongolian Qi in his body was also calcined to scream and gradually disappeared.

"If it weren't for the civil castle, I would have fed you to the emperor as early as three years ago!"

The cloak covered the man's face, but could not cover the evil awn flashing eyes: "don't you thank me for making you live three more years and practicing the external Dharma of wandering things frequently?"

Yixian's soul has not completely lost its mind. After hearing this, he was suddenly stunned and showed an unbelievable color.

"Don't be surprised! I also passed on the external Dharma to you. Without hope, how can you harvest when you fall into the deepest despair and provide the best soldier soul for the demon soldiers? Ha ha!"

The cloaked man gave a deep laugh, and looked at it from resentment to pain and despair. He was very proud: "don't worry, you will soon have a new companion. When you die suddenly and your two sons compete for the throne, the puppet emperor will become the best object of Li Wei. Without your command, the scattered warla army can't stop it. When the puppet emperor finally breaks through, I will... Eh?"

Shua!

In the middle of the speech, the cloak man's face suddenly changed. He flashed up to the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. He saw the sound of the horn and the vara army began to March.

"How could it be so?"

The cloaked man was stunned.

Even if the warra soldiers didn't have a conflict with the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, they should search everywhere to find the murderer!

He also died first, which is equivalent to the emperor's personal expedition. He was killed by an assassin on the way.

As a result, the ministers continued on the road like those who had nothing to do?

Did I kill the fake warra leader?

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"Your majesty! The 30000 troops sent first have been ordered to return. We should slow down and wait for the heavenly army of the Ming Dynasty!"

Halguchuk walks and leads a horse for Gu Cheng. He is very respectful.

It was the great man, the son of heaven, who gave him the realm of six in one. He killed the little prince, even temporarily. With the displayed terrorist power, he immediately killed several loyal and first generals to suppress injustice.

It was precisely because halguchuk was in power that the vara army would immediately start, and the father and son would be directly buried in heaven first.

Of course, he knew that power was not yet firm, and there was first a big prince, equivalent to the prince of vara.

Although this person's ability is far less than his father's, there are also a group of tribal leaders who follow him. He has a much deeper foundation than the beloved little prince.

Now back to the grassland, if the big prince starts immediately, the golden family still can't resist.

So at this moment, halguchuk set his mind on the Daming reinforcements.

He wants to use the power of the Ming Dynasty to let the golden family regain the supreme authority of the prairie.

Don't think it's unrealistic. Many rulers of the grassland have similar actions.

Tiemuzhen came here like this. He first conquered all tribes with the help of the power of the kingdom of Jin, and then killed the kingdom of Jin with his backhand

In halguchuk's mind, a broad blueprint for restoring the glory of his ancestors has emerged. Gu Cheng said, like a basin of cold water: "you live through tonight first!"

Halguchuk's face changed dramatically and realized something: "Your Highness means that the murderer will come tonight? It's impossible. Hasn't he succeeded?"

Gu Cheng said, "if what I expected is not bad, the man was killed first in order to let the vara army fight with me. Now it has not succeeded. After finding out that you are in power, you will naturally be removed!"

To tell the truth, halguchuk sank his heart deeply, bit his teeth and knelt down in front of the horse: "please save your majesty!"

Gu Cheng asked, "are you afraid of sacrifice?"

As soon as halguchuk's pupils contracted, his face became cloudy and sunny.

The tragedy of the first world war last night was frightening. First of all, the most elite 1000 Pro guards were destroyed under the Tianmo skill, but none survived. Therefore, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty asked lightly, but there are definitely not a few who really want to sacrifice.

We first sent 30000 elite soldiers to chase down the disabled soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. Now there are 70000 troops in Wala. How much can they survive if they are dispatched by Gu Chengyi?

These are the capital for him to defeat the great prince and conquer the grassland!

"Soldiers are more valuable than fine, not more!"

Gu Cheng glanced at the outline of the Great Wall in the distance and nodded faintly.

"Good! Good!"

Halguchuk was stunned, thinking, and soon understood.

Yes, he died first. The little prince was killed by him. The army listened to the orders temporarily, but how many tribal leaders would submit to him once they returned to the grassland?

Soldiers are more valuable than precision. Instead of returning to the grassland with restless factors, it is better to clean up all the wall riding sects swinging left and right with the help of the great enemy.

"Your Majesty, please give an order!"

Halguchuk made up his mind and showed ruthlessness in his eyes. He clenched his right fist and hammered twice in his left chest.

Gu Cheng nodded and opened his five fingers. The shadow of a miniature treasure house emerged. It was the ten thousand dragon treasure house of the spirit emperor, from which a delicate jade bottle floated: "pour these three erosive water into the stove pot of the army!"

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"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

As night fell, when a dark shadow rushed towards the middle military camp with a momentum of arrogance and arrogance, the killing sound was like boiling and sonorous.

After last night's attack, the vara army obviously had precautions and preparations.

The torches are held together, the four directions are bright, the generals command, the military array is lined up, and the morale is cohesive.

No matter how you look at it, it is a well-trained army that can not be despised.

But it didn't work.

The cloaked man didn't even use weapons. His hands were claws and leaned out lightly.

The warra warriors in the first row stepped forward, but they couldn't help themselves. The five dark fingers in their sight kept magnifying.

Shua!

The finger was as sharp as a cone. When it was caught across the air, it was like five thorns. It deeply penetrated into the body. The evil Qi surged wildly, melting all the essence, blood, meridians and even bones and flesh.

In the blink of an eye, man is no longer a man, but a demon gas of homology and homogeneity, which is sucked by the cloak man.

Whoosh!

All of a sudden, the first row of tall warra warriors disappeared, and the people did not fall. The light wind blew and turned into sand.

The cloak was like a ghost. It was done in front of the soldiers in the second row.

No matter what kind of battle command you are, you are united. There is no resistance from experts at the same level. Cloak people are reckless. Rows of soldiers fall in their hands, which is like cutting grass.

"Rough barbarians, essence is smelly!"

Under the wanton killing, the cloak man's eyebrows showed disgust.

For the practitioners of Tianmo skill, the martial arts in the world can be roughly divided into three levels: small tonic, big tonic and treasures.

The third rate and second rate warriors devour it. It can be said that a small supplement makes a lot. The first-class warriors absorb the essence, blood and flesh. They must improve their skills, which is called great supplement. As for the treasures, they are the extremely strong ones of the same grade, which can't be found.

These Wara people hunt on the grassland all day. Their food is coarse and miscellaneous. Although their vitality is strong, their breath is more complex than that of the illiterate Wulin people. Like excreta, although there is nutrition in it, it is naturally disgusting when absorbed.

The cloaker was unhappy at the bottom of his heart. Seeing that there was no expert threat in the vara army, he simply opened his arms angrily, like opening an invisible vortex. The terrible suction swept all directions. Vara soldiers struggled and screamed, but they rose from the ground and flew to him

Hundreds! Thousands! Over ten thousand!

"Devil! Devil!"

"Run!"

When countless demonic Qi crisscrossed, life turned into gravel and dissipated at will, Vajra's morale soon collapsed, and countless soldiers shouted and began to flee in all directions.

"Those who fear war die!"

But at this moment, halguchuk's cold voice sounded. With the tension of the crossbow, the deserters fell down one after another. When the others saw that both sides were dead, they shouted and rushed up.

"Hahaha! Wail! Shudder!"

What cloak people are most afraid of is the crowd tactics, laughing and killing.

Just a cup of tea, nearly 10000 warra soldiers turned into fly ash and dispersed.

"Oh!"

But when the devil's power reached its extreme, the cloak man suddenly snorted, worked his breath, turned blue and purple, and screamed, "you poisoned your own people?"