As the words of the county magistrate echoed, the minds of the hundreds of thousands of monks under the altar were greatly shaken. As for the common people in the county capital, they were more at a loss, because they did not know much of the history.

Xu Qing also learned about the brief history of the human race during Yu Juncheng's class after he became a sword bearer.

That was also the first time that he saw the epitome of Prince Ziqing's life from history.

At this moment, Marquis Yao, who was in the air, and the deputy palace masters of the Third Palace and others around him, all looked confused and looked at Jun Cheng with complicated expressions.

The true identity of Jun Cheng is surprising, but it seems reasonable.

The other party's support as a county magistrate over the years and various government orders during the war all revealed his familiarity with government affairs.

Even if we carefully recall the arrangements made by the county magistrate during the war, everything was in order. If we take away the fatigue shown for the sake of the story, we can see that everything was done with ease.

Not to mention post-war reconstruction and recovery.

All things are done properly under the orders of the county magistrate.

He did indeed do a good job, and many people even thought that he did a better job than the old county governor.

Not everyone has this ability. In addition to their own familiarity with government affairs, they also need to have an overall view of the entire Fenghai County.

Therefore, Xu Qing believed what Jun Cheng said, but he had other doubts. Why could the other party be reincarnated? What was his sacrifice?

But, no matter what, these cannot erase the sins committed by Jun Cheng.

Whether it was poisoning the old county guard, sealing off the sea county due to cholera, or colluding with the Shenglan tribe, which indirectly led to the death of the palace lord, every one of them was a blood debt.

So soon, murderous intent from the entire county rose again.

"Xu Qing."

The commander-in-chief ignored the countless murderous glances around him, nor did he look at Yao Hou and others. It seemed that in his eyes at this moment, in the entire Fenghai County, Xu Qing was the only person he had not cared about before.

The captain standing next to Xu Qing took a few steps back. He knew that Xu Qing was the only one paying attention here today.

"I've told you the answer you want, and I also have a question to ask you."

Jun Cheng stared at Xu Qing and spoke calmly.

"This is my territory. Is it unreasonable for me to take back my own things?"

Xu Qing shook his head.

"Your territory has been destroyed along with Ziqing Shangguo."

After saying that, Xu Qing looked at the hundreds of thousands of people under the altar, and at the entire county capital.

"The current Fenghai County is the home of everyone here."

His words echoed throughout the world, bright lights appeared in countless people's eyes, and unanimous recognition arose in countless people's hearts.

Jun Cheng smiled.

"Then why were you the only one who stood up before? I remember that you are not from Fenghai, you are from Nanhuang Continent."

Xu Qing was silent, the county was silent, and heaven and earth were silent.

These words, like a thunderbolt, fell on Xu Qing's mind and turned into ripples, trying to drown everything, but there was a blood-stained figure that could not be covered up.

"There is an old man whom I respect very much."

"He died in the battle. But in my heart, he is still alive."

Xu Qing spoke softly.

The sword holders in the Hundred Wars of the Earth felt sad. They knew who Xu Qing was talking about. The figure of the Palace Master who guarded Fenghai County before his death had long since become eternity in their minds.

The scene of merging with the taboo network and collapsing bit by bit in the cold is a life-long pain for all the monks who survived the Western Front.

Especially the four words that the palace master said before his death, "to protect the homeland," are deeply imprinted in the hearts of every sword holder.

"Is it that simple?" Jun Cheng was a little surprised.

"Otherwise." Xu Qing said calmly.

"I thought you would talk a lot." Jun Cheng smiled.

Xu Qing said nothing and looked up at the sky.

The figure of the old man became clearer and clearer in his mind.

In fact, he didn't say a word. The old man's words, deeds and death in battle made him know what it is to be a sword bearer.

So, Xu Qing took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice, echoing throughout the world.

"The one who holds the sword has conclusive evidence. Anyone under the emperor can kill him."

As soon as these words came out, the sky and the earth roared, streaks of thunder streaked across the sky, and wisps of murderous aura rose from the county capital. Under the altar, the hundreds of thousands of warriors holding swords all had red eyes at this moment.

They know this saying.

Although the monks in Silu Palace and Fengxing Palace do not have the oath to hold the sword, they all know the rights and responsibilities of the sword-holding palace.

Not only do they know it, but the common people in the county also know it.

At this moment, the wind picked up.

The strong wind howled, blowing all over the world. The clothes of tens of thousands of people who walked out of their homes in the county capital were rustling in the wind, and their luck also rose up and converged towards Xu Qing.

At this moment, what people want is what they want!

At this moment, heaven and earth shook together!

At this moment, luck gathered from all directions and condensed on Xu Qing's head, forming an extremely clear and visible crown of glory.

Bearing the weight of the crown and the blessing of luck, the mosasaurus roared in Xu Qing's body and turned into a baby directly.

This baby is originally the body of destiny, and when it appears, it shakes the heavens and the earth, causing the sky to roar and the vortex to become even bigger.

This is Xu Qing’s ninth baby!

The light of the morning glow spreads out from Xu Qing's body, shining brightly in all directions, forming a colorful Nascent Soul in the light!

The baby of rays of light makes the heaven and earth eclipse, and shines brightly.

This is the tenth baby!

It didn't end yet. Under the influence of luck, Xu Qing's body was trembling like a penis, and a small person quickly gathered inside. It was similar to the little boy back then, but it looked like Xu Qing.

Its appearance made Ding Yi San Er complete. The head, the stone lion, and the old man were all trembling in their hearts, and they knelt down to the eleventh baby!

Finally, the river of time outside Xu Qing's body became slightly clearer, and a figure walked out of the river.

As time goes by, it becomes clearer and clearer that there is nothing colorful or brilliant about him, but a child with ragged clothes and a dirty face, like a child crawling out of a pile of dead people.

But there is perseverance in his eyes. It seems that no matter how difficult life is, he still can't bow his head. He wants to go on and live!

This is Xu Qing’s twelfth baby!

As soon as the baby was born, the mountains and rivers shook together. Qingqiu, one of the hundreds of thousands of people on the earth, trembled like never before. She breathed rapidly and lost her mind while looking at the Nascent Soul.

"Brother kid..."

Xu Qing didn't know all this. At this moment, his whole body's cultivation was roaring, rising and erupting. The four infants were formed in an instant, which greatly improved his cultivation and reached the state that all twelve infants had.

At this moment, the sky is drawn, and thunder from the sky gathers in the dark, which is the power of thunder and calamity.

The appearance of the Twelve Infants caused the sudden formation of the Heavenly Tribulation of Destiny. Although it was untimely, it finally appeared.

The sky was dark, and lightning was swirling in the sky, like thousands of silver snakes, appearing in the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of monks at the altar were shaken, and countless ordinary people in the county were frightened.

Seeing that the catastrophe was about to fall, but at this moment, the little boy in the Fenghai County Crown gathered above Xu Qing's head suddenly raised his head and roared to the sky.

"Disperse!"

Under this roar, Xu Qing's twelve Nascent Souls rose into the sky at the same time, roaring towards the sky and the heavenly tribulation.

"Disperse!"

When the roars gathered together and the earth shook, hundreds of thousands of people were under the altar, united in their thoughts and ideas.

"Disperse!"

Luck agrees, all living beings support, thunder explodes, heavenly calamity collapses, and we have to retreat.

Then the infinite destiny had to come, envelope the twelve babies, and baptize them.

When destiny came to him, Xu Qing raised his right hand and held it behind him, as if he was holding an invisible sword.

"I have a sword!"

As soon as these four words came out, the eyes of the more than 100,000 sword-holders under the altar were red, and the blood-stained figure left in their memories seemed to appear on Xu Qing's body at this moment, overlapping with it.

As a result, screams with blood-stained meaning came from their mouths.

"I have a sword!"

"I have a sword!"

The sounds one after another came together, surpassing the sound of thunder. Looking around, one by one the sword holders drew their swords.

Streams of sword light erupted from the earth, heading straight for Xu Qing, converging in Xu Qing's hands, and quickly forming a sword.
To be continued...