I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Beijing.

As the sun was about to set, Qiu Liang, who was standing on the roof, did not see any trace of the cavalry of the Ancient Yue Dynasty from beginning to end, and he couldn't help feeling a little confused.

At this moment, there was a sudden blur beside him and a figure appeared.

"Sir, the cavalry of the Ancient Yue Dynasty was annihilated by a thousand-foot sword energy."

The figure explained the matter in a brief sentence.

Qiu Liang was shocked after hearing this. He turned around and asked, "Who did it?"

The figure shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

After all, Yan Xiu shot out sword energy from a height of a hundred feet, which ordinary people could not detect at all.

After listening to this, Qiu Liang suddenly turned his gaze to the misty Dayuan Mountain behind him, and an absurd idea arose in his mind.

Could it be that Great Yuan Daoist Master?

impossible!

Da Yuan Dao Zun had already rushed to the front battlefield. The strongest person in Fuzhen Temple now was Zhu Miao, who was at the peak of the Innate Realm like himself.

How could he possibly kill tens of thousands of cavalrymen who didn't even have the ability to protect themselves?

"Could it be that some hidden master came to help?"

The strength of a master who can shoot out sword energy thousands of feet long is probably far above the Tiangang realm. Even the palace master himself may not be able to guarantee that he can instantly wipe out 30,000 cavalrymen with one blow.

Apart from Dao Zun, are there other masters above the Tiangang realm in the Great Yuan territory?

If this is true, then Lingxu Palace may have to re-examine the Yuan Dynasty.

He didn't expect that two Tiangang realm masters would appear in the Yuan Dynasty of the Martial Arts Desert. This made him take it seriously.

Thinking of this, Qiu Liang prepared to draft a new letter and have someone take it back to Lingxu Palace.

The sixth year of Zhenghe.

The million-strong coalition army of the Seven Dynasties was defeated on the front line, with countless casualties among the two million soldiers and only one in ten surviving.

This shocking news spread like the wind to dozens of surrounding dynasties, shocking the world and causing countless people to talk about it.

In everyone's opinion, this war would end with the Yuan Dynasty's disastrous defeat, but no one expected this to be the outcome.

At the same time, the natural disaster-like events that occurred on the battlefield began to spread among the people.

Some people said that the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty enshrined an old demon who had practiced for a thousand years, and the demon who caused the disaster was the Taoist master.

But more people rumored that the Taoist Master was an immortal who had descended to the earth. Because the coalition forces of the seven dynasties had offended the immortal, the God specially sent down divine punishment and wiped out millions of troops.

Compared to the fact that Dayuan Daozun is a demon who has practiced for thousands of years, more people are willing to believe the latter.

After all, the rumor about Yan Xiu moving mountains had already spread among the people.

When the news reached the Yuan capital, Emperor Tang Zheng was so excited that he was incoherent, and even the ministers in the court were in an uproar.

"God bless the Yuan Dynasty! God bless the Yuan Dynasty!"

"The Great Yuan has a Taoist master, it is truly God's mercy!"

"After this battle, our Great Yuan will surely become a dynasty of destiny, unstoppable!"

"Your Majesty will surely become the greatest emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, and your name will go down in history, immortal for all eternity!"

Tang Zheng, who was sitting on the dragon throne, enjoyed the compliments and fawning from his ministers, and the frustration that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time was finally released.

Ding Xisheng was also sighing.

Everyone thought that this battle would be the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty's demise, but no one expected that Dao Zun would be able to turn the tide single-handedly, annihilate a million-strong army, and tip the balance of victory towards the Yuan Dynasty.

Even the knowledgeable Ding Xisheng had never seen any dynasty achieve such a record.

Thinking of this, he became more and more curious about the origins of Dao Zun. What kind of extraordinary talent is he, or is he really an immortal who has descended to the earth as the rumors say?

Listening to the flattery from the court officials, Ding Xisheng fell into silence.

After countless people learned of this, they told each other the news and walked in the streets in groups, placing Yan Xiu's statue on their heads and loudly praising the name of the Taoist Master.

The Fuzhen Temple was bustling with people, and everywhere you looked there were black heads. The road leading to Dayuan Mountain was also crowded with believers burning incense.

When the news spread throughout the fifteen states of the Yuan Dynasty, the whole country was in an uproar.

Those who were pessimistic about the war had already made plans to flee to other dynasties at any time. After hearing the news, they were stunned and thought they had heard it wrong.

After confirming that this was true, everyone hugged each other and cried with joy.

The originally lifeless Yuan Dynasty was instantly transformed into a scene of universal celebration.

Yan Xiu sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Countless golden lights of merit rushed in like the sea and gathered around him.

So cool, so cool!

He defeated the coalition forces of seven dynasties with his absolute strength, which not only brought hope to the people of Yuan Dynasty, but also accumulated considerable merit for himself.

And this is just the beginning. In the future, the people in the Yuan Dynasty will surely become his devout believers, worship his statues, burn incense and pray every day.

Today, Dao Zun's reputation is at its peak in the Yuan Dynasty, and has even surpassed the emperor, but Yan Xiu is not worried.

As long as Tang Zheng is not a fool, he should know what to do.

[In the fifth year of Zhenghe, the seven dynasties gathered a million-strong army and tried to destroy the Yuan Dynasty with an absolute crushing force. You wiped out the million-strong army and successfully survived the crisis. You were rewarded: Divine Power, Law of Heaven and Earth]

This magical power can manifest a body of Dharma that is ten thousand feet tall, reaching the ninth heaven and the ninth nether spring.

Yan Xiu knew that this was an incredible supernatural power, and he immediately began to comprehend it with great joy, hoping that one day he would be able to manifest a body of ten thousand feet tall as he was told.

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After the battle on Pingyuan, the million-strong army of the Seven Dynasties Alliance was almost wiped out.

Daliang and Guyue Dynasties were the first to surrender, and the surrender edicts from the emperors of the two dynasties were delivered to Tang Zheng's imperial study at a speed of a thousand miles a day.

March.

After the destruction of the Houji and Chifeng dynasties, the emperors of the two dynasties, along with all their royal bloodlines, burned themselves to death deep in the imperial mausoleums, transforming into hundreds of lingering resentful ghosts wandering there.

June.

The three dynasties of Ba, Chang and Qing exhausted the whole country's strength and vowed to fight to the end, but they ended up irritating God and the people. Officials in cities along the way opened the gates and surrendered their cities, leading the Yuan Dynasty's 100,000 iron cavalry to break into the imperial city.

Three emperors and ministers who advocated fighting to the death were tied to carriages and dragged for more than a hundred miles. When they returned to the capital, nearly half of them had died in agony, and the remaining ones who survived had been tortured beyond recognition.

There were strands of flesh and blood clinging to the exposed white bones, and the gorgeous clothes made of precious silk were almost stuck to the black, smelly rotten flesh. This bloody scene made people feel nauseous and their scalps tingled.

The battlefield, which was originally a plain, was split into a terrifying rift that was dozens of feet wide and bottomless. Once you get close to it, you can smell a fishy smell, which is horrifying.

Nearly two million soldiers from seven dynasties were buried here. Many years later, this place turned into a lush forest stretching for hundreds of miles.

However, people could often hear the sounds of people shouting, horses neighing, and swords clashing coming from the dark forest in the middle of the night.