Chapter Nine Hundred and Forty-Nine: The Ming Dynasty

Thunder in the clear sky is a sign of the wrath of the sky, and it is even a bad sign.

People in Chang'an City looked up at the sky one after another, hoping to see some clues of disaster from this strange celestial phenomenon, which was also accompanied by various discussions.

"Thunderstorms on a sunny day, but no rain, this is a bad omen!"

"Who actually rebelled?"

"My son is still outside the city, don't let anything happen..."

There was also a voice in Ning Tao's ear: "Ning Lang, could it be that Lin Qinghua is here?"

Ning Tao whispered, "It's probably that guy, as soon as he shows up, you'll come to my mouth."

"Yes." Nanmen Xunxian replied.

The Jinwu Guard who was holding Ning Tao slapped Ning Tao on the back of the head, and said fiercely, "What are you muttering about?"

Ning Tao was neither angry nor responded.

It doesn't make any sense for him to be angry with an ordinary person now, not to mention that he has not had the effect of the medicine yet, and is in a state where he wants to go to the Pacific Ocean to build a dam at any time. He is very high and can enter a state of anger.

That group of dark clouds has always hung over Chang'an City, and it has not been suppressed, nor has it become a shady prison covering the wilderness and wilderness.

Ning Tao and Ma Mian were pushed against the wall of Chengde Gate.

Chengde Gate is the main gate of Chang'an City, the street of Zhuque Street is Chengde Gate, and the end of the street is Daming Palace.

Tang Xuanzong stood on the central axis between Chengde Gate and Daming Palace, with his hands behind his back, looking straight ahead.

Outside Chang'an City, an army is slowly marching.

Walking in the front is a cavalry phalanx, which is at least ten miles wide. There are crusaders carrying huge crosses, Mongolian cavalry with bows and scimitars, and heavily armored Gothic cavalry. Marching mightily, at least 200,000 people.

Behind the cavalry is an infantry phalanx, and the infantry phalanx behind it is as wide as the cavalry phalanx, but it can't see the end at a glance, at least seven or eight hundred thousand people!

Those infantry included soldiers from the Qing Dynasty, Ming Dynasty and even the Great Qin Dynasty, as well as Crusaders, Persian Undead Army, Nazi soldiers and Allied soldiers during World War II. Various skin colors, various weapons and equipment,

It is also mighty, with no end in sight.

This is a mixed army of millions.

A million people are marching in uniform steps, even if there is a little sound under the feet of one person and one horse, the sound gathered together can shake the eardrums that are recognizable, and can also make the ground tremble and the city wall tremble!

The flags of the million-strong army covered the sky, and the word "Lin" was embroidered on each flag.

In fact, Ning Tao knew that it was Lin Qinghua who was playing tricks on the new monster without seeing the word "Lin" on the flag. Only Lin Qinghua in this world can form such an army, not for any other reason, but because he is the coffin-bearer of the ghost coffin, and he is also the spokesperson of the stone tablet.

Suddenly, a huge banner was erected behind the army, and it was blown by the wind. A stone tablet was embroidered on the banner, and several words were embroidered on the stone tablet: Great Ming Dynasty.

Great Ming Dynasty?

The first thing Ning Tao thought of was the "Great Ming Dynasty", but this is not the case, not to mention that the real Ming Dynasty will take hundreds of years to come into being, so how could it overwhelm the Tang Dynasty?

The wordless stone tablet was embroidered on the banner, and that stone tablet came from the Shenxu. Could it be that the "Da Ming Dynasty" that descended from the sky is a kingdom in the Shenxu? Like the Great Tang in the ruins, is it a dynasty that has been annihilated in the long river of history?

If so, then this "Great Hades Dynasty" would not be a dynasty of mortals, it should be a civilization of the fairy world.

Ning Tao analyzed in his heart that he didn't see Lin Qinghua, but he could feel Lin Qinghua's existence.

An atmosphere of tension and despair prevailed on the walls.

In the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, there were millions of troops, which could be distributed in different places. The size of Chang'an City was only 200,000 troops. Suddenly an army of one million arrives, can the emperor and the soldiers guarding the city not be nervous and afraid?

If this city is broken, Datang will be over.

"General! These two men did not kneel when they saw the Emperor Luan, and the subordinates suspected that it was the enemy's secret work. Please general!" Jin Wuwei reported to a general.

The general withdrew his gaze, looked back at Ning Tao and Ma Mian, and asked sharply, "What dynasty is the Ming Dynasty, and who is your monarch?"

Ning Tao said: "This general, we are not doing some secret work, then the Great Ming Dynasty should be a country in another world, do you believe it?"

"Nonsense!" The general was suddenly annoyed, "Cut off the sacrificial flag!"

Two Jinwu guards pushed Ning Tao and Ma Mian to the battlement, and the Jinwu guard who was holding Ning Tao kicked Ning Tao's leg, trying to kick Ning Tao to his knees, but Ning Tao's legs were not connected. Not even trembling.

"Damn it! You're stubborn even when you're about to die!" The Jinwu guard cursed, pulled out the ring-shou knife, and slashed at Ning Tao's neck.

Not only did Ning Tao not dodge, but he stretched his neck to make it easier for the opponent to slash.

Ma Mian smiled wryly: "Brother, why is this?"

In his opinion, as long as Ning Tao is willing, a spell can kill these people, but he stands on the city wall and stretches his neck to be stabbed.

Is it that fun?

Click!

The ring-shou knife slashed on Ning Tao's neck, and then bounced back, the blade curled around his mouth, but Ning Tao's neck didn't even leave a trace of being cut, let alone a wound.

The Jin Wuwei who cut people was stunned immediately, holding the ring-shoulder with a curled mouth, and looked at Ning Tao with horror in his eyes.

Tang Jun surrounded by all retreated one after another, their eyes seemed to meet a ghost.

Ning Tao said: "I am the Sunless Star Lord in the sky, and I am the patron saint of Chang'an City. If you want to survive, you must listen to me."

bang!

The beheading Jin Wuwei dropped the ring-shouldered sword in his hand to the ground, and the next second his legs softened, and he fell to his knees with a thump: "God, spare your life! God, spare your life!"

boom!

Ning Tao's body released the black and white skyfire flames inlaid with gold, just like the Buddha's light on the gods and Buddhas.

As soon as the Heavenly Flame came out, the soldiers of the Great Tang Dynasty on the city wall immediately fell to their knees. Those Tang soldiers lowered their heads, not daring to look at Ning Tao. The general who gave the order was even more terrified, and knelt on the ground to admit his mistake: "Mr. Xing, please forgive me, Mr. Xing, please forgive me..."

The situation here spread to the tower of Chengdemen, and more people turned their eyes to Ning Tao, who was on fire, also knelt down.

Ma Mian whispered authentically: "Brother, which play are you singing in?"

Ning Tao said with a smile: "Idle is idle."

Ma Mian: "..."

Of course, this is not idle and boring. Although he and Lin Qinghua had a battle, such a big scene is also a good opportunity to earn soul energy. He can harvest a huge amount of energy of faith and goodness from the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty and the people of Chang'an City, and he can also harvest a huge amount of energy of the worst from the millions of troops of the Ming Dynasty.

This battlefield was like a huge treasure to him, how could he just miss it and just kill Lin Qinghua?

This is like writing a book. The main character appears at the beginning of the chapter, and then the big villain BOSS appears. When the two meet, they start fighting without saying a word. The protagonist stabs the big villain to death...

How much money does this writer make?

The money is all in the process, in the folds of the plot.

Therefore, the soul energy is all on the bodies of these ordinary soldiers and common people, and pretending to be a ghost has become a necessary option.

It's just that this situation is not good to explain to Ma Mian here.

Soon the news of King Xing's arrival in Chang'an City soon reached the ears of Tang Xuanzong and a group of ministers on the Chengde Gate tower.

Li Sanlang didn't dare to trust him, so he quickly led a large group of ministers and Yang Yuhuan to the city wall.

Yang Yuhuan stared at Ning Tao with surprise and shock.

Ning Tao also looked at Yang Yuhuan. Yang Yuhuan was only an entry-level cultivator in this period, and his spiritual power was so weak that it could almost be ignored. And even for the real Yang Yuhuan lying in the sunken ship, her spiritual strength was very low. All her life, she was destined to be just a soy sauce cultivator.

Tang Xuanzong quickly figured out the situation, but he didn't bow down.

He is the Son of Heaven, the Ninth Five-Year Lord, and he only worships Ziwei Xingjun and the greater gods. It seems that a little-known little god, Buri Xingjun, is not worthy of his kneeling. However, he also showed enough courtesy. He bowed deeply to Ning Tao: "I am the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty, and I thank the Great Immortal for saving me. If the Great Immortal can help the Great Tang to overcome this calamity, I will definitely build a temple for the Great Immortal. Enjoy the incense offerings from the people of the Tang Dynasty."

These words are neither humble nor overbearing, and have the bearing of the emperor.

Everyone wants to be an emperor, but not everyone can be an emperor.

Ning Tao didn't speak to Tang Xuanzong, he waved his right hand, and a cloud of ink gun burst out, and the gun pierced through the palm of the flesh. In the next second, he threw out the gun, jumped onto the gun, and flew slowly along the city wall. Wherever he passed, the soldiers and common people of the Tang Dynasty knelt down scramblingly, and a large amount of faith energy emerged for him to collect.

Although Tang Xuanzong was a super big man, he was of no value to him. An emperor who can't contribute to the energy of faith, he is not even interested in talking to him. On the contrary, those ordinary soldiers and ordinary people are valuable existences to him.

Under the city wall, the cavalry phalanx stopped.

Behind, the infantry phalanx was still marching, and the scene came like a tide.

Ning Tao flew around the city wall to collect a large amount of Zhixin energy and then returned to the city wall below the Chengde Gate floor.

Yang Yuhuan looked at Ning Tao with beautiful eyes, and there was a little more admiration in her eyes at this moment.

Tang Xuanzong was a little embarrassed. Just now Ning Tao flew away without even saying a word to his rescuer. He, the lord of the Tang Dynasty, lost face a bit.

Only then did Ning Tao say something to Tang Xuanzong: "With this immortal, Chang'an City will be fine."

Tang Xuanzong bowed deeply again, and said in a more respectful tone: "Thank you, Daxian, for your rescue. May I ask Daxian, whose army is under the city, and where did it come from?"

Ning Tao moved his gaze to the sky.

At this moment, a strange energy fluctuation appeared, and the source was in the dark cloud.

Suddenly, the dark clouds split...