Yang Xiuqing stood on a newly built earth altar. When he was a child, he had a dream that he was standing on a high platform and saying something loudly. There were dark people under the stage.

He didn't know whether this was fate, or whether this dream changed himself and made himself work towards this dream. No matter what, this dream appeared in reality.

He did not tell anyone that since the moment he was named Eastern King in Yong'an and was ordered to control the kings, the entire Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was in his heart, and the only person not in his heart was Hong Xiuquan. If he wanted to talk about who he was the most afraid of in the entire Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, that person was Hong Xiuquan who was ignored by many people in many occasions.

In addition to Hong Xiuquan, there was also a layer of fog on the monks' bodies, which made them feel unreal. The more loyal those who were to him, the more they knew in his heart. He actually couldn't see it, but that feeling seemed to see them respectfully in front of him.

It suddenly rained silently in the sky. Yang Xiuqing stood on the altar made of earth, and ordered his soldiers to bring different news. These news gathered like streams and hills in his heart and turned into a map. On the map, the Qing army and the Taiping army appeared, mixed with each other, and he issued commands one after another. The whole world was like a complicated chess game in his heart.

"I know my heart, the heaven and the earth are in my heart."

A sentence suddenly appeared in Yang Xiuqing's heart. At this moment, he completely felt that he was different from others. He was no longer the Yang Xiuqing of the past, and no longer felt afraid or fearful of those monks.

This time, there were 24 battles outside the city surrounding Guilin. The Taiping Army won more than defeated less. Among so many Qing troops who came to rescue, they were all defeated. The only one who won three battles was the Hunan Army of Jiang Zhongyuan, which had more than 500 people in the Qing army.

But Xiang Rong never left the city in the end, which made Yang Xiuqing's goal of luring Xiang Rong out of the city to seize Guilin City fail. But he was in a good mood because almost all the reinforcements outside the city were crippled, and several of the monks in the Qing army died. Yang Xiuqing believed that no one dared to fall into it easily anymore.

The chaos that fought around Guilin City for three days and three nights finally ended. For many people, including monks, it was a chaos because they did not understand the entire situation. However, for Yang Xiuqing, he commanded the chaos.

It was still the altar, and Hong Xiuquan did not appear. Yang Xiuqing stood on a high place. His body was sharp and his eyes were filled with confidence. When Yi Yan first saw Yang Xiuqing, although he had the aura of a world, he was more of a charming charm, which made people unconsciously impressed him. Of course, it refers to him among ordinary people. Now he actually has a faint domineering aura. It was the aura formed after commanding so many battles after being in power for a long time. This aura can resist the peeping of practitioners.

In general, this is also a kind of evil spirit condensed, just like the official spirit of an official, the kingly spirit of an emperor, the killing spirit of a general, as well as the noble spirit of a scholar and the righteous spirit of those who are upright and firm in their hearts. These can be called evil spirits, which are evil spirits that arise from the original heart.

Lieutenant Yi Yan classified it as a meaning born from the heart, and it was strong and evil. This evil was an inner evil. The evil that arises from the heart on Yang Xiuqing's body was already forced. Yi Yan thought in his heart, and at this moment, Yang Xiuqing's eyes swept towards him, and he suddenly felt a sense of being analyzed by this gaze. He was slightly shocked and thought to himself: "After the internal evil is born and gathered, will it be accompanied by supernatural powers? Yes, it must be like this. Although the external practice method has changed, the spiritual power has disappeared, and the evil energy has been replaced, the essence of the mind has not changed. The magical power is born from the heart, and the inner evil is born from the heart. When the internal evil is manifested outside, it is often born with supernatural powers."

This is Yi Yan's final conclusion.

"Master Qisu, if you violate your order and release the enemy generals privately, you will know your guilt."

Yang Xiuqing's voice was not heavy, but it was very solid and hard. Yi Yan stood in the crowd. After Yang Xiuqing finished speaking, he sighed in his heart: "It's finally here."

He still called Yi Yan the Seven Constellations. Although he knew Yi Yan’s real name, the name Yi Yan had always used since he came here was Qi Yan.

Yi Yan turned out from the crowd, stood among the crowd, and looked up at Yang Xiuqing.

"Report to the military advisor, Ulantai will die within three days if he has won my spell." Yi Yan said.

"Oh, is it? As far as I say, you are not good at cursing, why do you sure that Ulantai will die within three days? Since he escaped, how could there be no treatment? Are you deceiving me or deceiving the Heavenly King?" This was a bit harsh. Yi Yan knew that Yang Xiuqing had already had the intention to kill him, but he had never had a chance. And this time it sounded like an ordinary question, but Yi Yan might be sure that as long as he found a reason and an excuse, he would definitely have a fierce blow and make himself doomed. This is consistent with his style of commanding the army to customize strategies.

Yi Yan knew that he had said nothing, so he stretched out his right hand, and a ball of flame rose from the palm of his right hand, burning quietly, without any temperature. However, the monks standing beside him all became alert. Although they could not feel the temperature of the flame in Yi Yan's palm, the unique keen perception of the practitioner clearly felt the danger of the flame.

"This is the sun's essence fire." Yi Yan said lightly. As he finished speaking, his right hand slowly closed, and the flame in his palm continued to shrink, and he finally held it tightly in his palm. Then he heard the sound of spells blooming between the trembling corners of Yi Yan's lips.

The monks around them listened carefully one by one. They wanted to hear from the sound of the spell how the spell was formed. When the spell of a spell is still so long, it means that the person who uses the spell is actually not very skilled in the spell. Otherwise, several long spells can be fused into a syllable and can bloom in nothingness in an instant.

The magic and mantras appreciated in nothingness are often strange and unfamiliar. Each syllable has its own meaning. People who recite it often feel like they are dreamt. Only when they truly understand and fully understand can they simplify the complex. This is why there is a simple way of being.

The spell was completed in one go, which made ordinary people feel depressed and suffocating when they heard it. The moment the spell stopped, Yi Yan opened his mouth and blew it into the palm of his tight hand. There was a faint blue light in the breath. Under the blowing of the spiritual energy, a piece of black smoke surged in the palm of his hand. The black smoke seemed extremely strange in the void, spreading rapidly, and a faint black smoke filled the void.

The monks were all alert, not knowing what Yi Yan was going to do, but suddenly, someone among the monks said, "This is fire poison."

That's right, this is indeed fire poison, and it is also the poison gas of the sun's essence fire. Some monks used magical customs to prevent the black smoke from approaching, but found that the black smoke had just paused slightly and wrapped it into his body again. They couldn't help but change the magic again. The light on their body surged, but it was still like that and could not be stopped.
Chapter completed!