Dafeng's Night Squad

In an instant, the black fog covered a hundred miles around Jingshan city, rolling and rolling like the waves in a storm.

When an ordinary man was angry, blood would splatter three feet, and when an Emperor was angry, millions of corpses would be buried.

So what if the gods were angry?

The soldiers ‘fight was once again held back. Around Jingshan city, the few survivors raised their heads and looked at the black fog above their heads in horror.

The black mist suddenly collapsed with an overwhelming force, and condensed into a black shadow that was a thousand feet tall above the altar. Its face was blurry.

Those who dared to look directly at the black shadow died on the spot.

The thousand-foot shadow and the thousand-foot shadow were like two giants that had created the world.

“The Confucian Saint!”

From the black shadow came an ethereal and Grand voice. It sounded like anger, hatred, and sigh.

Along with this voice, the sky rumbled with Thunder and the clouds changed color. A terrifying storm had descended.

“You will regret this.”

The ethereal voice came again.

Wei Yuan knew that she was talking to him.

He remained silent and turned around to look at the battlefield in the distance, at the soldiers of Da Feng who were fighting.

These soldiers who had died in the witchcraft cult’s territory and the old soldiers who had died in the Battle of Shanhai Pass, the things that they had shed their blood for, the things that they had wrapped their bodies in leather, could only be described in one word:For the country and the people.

Didn’t I bring them here to die for the same reason?

The black shadow looked down coldly from above, like a god looking down at the common people and the ants.

The black shadow raised his hand and pressed his finger down.

The wrath of a God was terrifying, but what right did mortals have to experience the wrath of a God? to a God, they were existences that could be killed with a finger.

What was the difference between them and ants?

The sound of bones breaking could be heard. The attack from the God had not even arrived, but the power had already shattered all of Wei Yuan’s bones.

His spine suddenly bent down, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulder, and it was difficult for him to raise his head again.

Wei Yuan was like a porcelain vase that was about to fall apart.

This scene was very similar to the time when the Golden body Dharma power forced Xu Qi ‘an to kneel during the battle between the Buddhist sects.

At this moment, he seemed to hear Xu Qi ‘an’s roar, as well as the roars of tens of thousands of people in the capital.

Wei Yuan’s eyes suddenly lit up.

In my life, I don’t respect gods, I don’t worship Buddha, I don’t believe in kings, I only do it for the common people.

If the gods are unkind, they are my enemies.

Wei Yuan slowly straightened his back. All the bones in his body had been shattered, including his spine. He was able to straighten his back at this moment probably because he had some kind of belief that was supporting him.

In the current Jiuzhou, very few people knew why the Confucian Saint had sealed the Sorcerer God.

Very few people knew why Emperor Gaozu had gone back on his word.

Very few people knew that the God of sorcerer had once invaded the central plain and destroyed the luck of the human race.

He, Wei Yuan, didn’t want the backbone of civilization to collapse, and he didn’t want the humans of the Central Plains to bow their heads and become slaves.

A finger condensed with God’s wrath descended from the sky.

He raised his trembling hand and held the carving knife in his hand. Dark red blood flowed like water.

A hand reached out from behind him and held the carving knife with him.

The thousand-feet-tall shadow had disappeared and reappeared behind Wei Yuan, as if it was the most solid support for the future hero.

Wei Yuan’s hands stopped shaking.

A thousand years ago, there was a Confucian Saint. Now, there was Wei Yuan!

This scholar was in high spirits. He flew into a rage and roared at God of sorcerer, ‘

Wei Yuan held the blade and gently pushed it forward.

The carving knife shone with a blinding light.

It had been more than 1200 years since the last time the Confucian Saint used his saber.

This slash had spanned a thousand years.

There was no longer such a stunning blade light in the world, nor was there such a flamboyant spirit.

A power that exceeded its grade exploded above the altar.

The sky collapsed.

The black shadow condensed by the witch God crumbled inch by inch, scattering into terrifying fluctuations that swept across the world.

This force rolled over the hills and flattened them;lt swept across the ocean and set off a tsunami, and when it swept across a city, it turned the city into ruins.

Nangong qianrou took the lead and led the heavy cavalry to retreat. Her eyes were red and her face was distorted.

Foster father, you must survive.

Zhang Kaitai and the rest of the Golden gongs and high-ranked martial artists were also on the run and were in a race to the death.

Everyone was fleeing in a panic.

After a long, long time, the aftershock finally dissipated, and everywhere it passed was razed to the ground.

The wizard God religion’s headquarters, Jingshan city, became history.

Only the altar, which was protected by the seal of the Confucius Saint and the power of the witch God, was preserved in this destructive wave.

Wei Yuan stood proudly on the altar, wearing a ragged blue robe.

“Why …”

An ethereal voice came from the void, but it was no longer loud.

The apparition of the Confucian Saint behind him stepped into the statue of the Sorcerer God, and the cracks repaired themselves.

God of sorcerer was sealed again.

Why?

Wei Yuan turned around tiredly and looked at the Central Plains. He had made his mark in the 6th year of the yuanjing era, defeating the Barbarian cavalry and becoming a new noble in the great Feng dynasty. Then, in the Battle of Shanhai Pass, they won this huge battle that changed the structure of the nine regions.

After that, he destroyed his cultivation and entered the Imperial court to fight against the court. He used his eunuch status to suppress the officials. Glory, achievements, and power were incomparably glorious in his hands.

Throughout his life, there were many things that his political enemies could not understand even after studying them for half their lives.

He had no children, no family, and was all alone.

The gold, silver, and silk that the eunuchs regarded as spiritual pillars, he also regarded them as dirt.

The sea of officials had been floating for decades, did they really have no desires?

Wei Yuan’s gaze seemed to pierce through mountains and rivers. He saw the sub-holy temple on the top of Qingyun mountain, the stone tablet in the middle of the temple, and the four crooked sentences.

Why?

“For the sake of the world, for the sake of the people, for the sake of the sacred teachings, and for the sake of peace,” Wei Yuan said softly. He closed his eyes and never opened them again.

In the autumn of the 37th year of yuanjing, Wei Yuan led an Army of 100000 to attack the headquarters of the witch God religion and sealed the witch God.

Jingshan city was reduced to ruins, and hundreds of thousands of living beings were annihilated.

This was the first time in history that the Central Plains ‘human cavalry had broken through the witchcraft cult’s headquarters.

His name was recorded in history..