Lu Jiuyuan is a great scholar of the times. As a Han citizen, he has the heart of heaven and the opinion of the people in the lower part. Once the plague virus array in Luoyang City broke out, the first direct response was Lu Jiuyuan.

After Lu Jiuyuan's reminder, Yang Jian, as the last heir of the Han Dynasty, had the fate of the real dragon in his body, and he also quickly sensed the boundless grief and infinite resentment from Luoyang City.

The poisonous array erupted, and the corpse ghosts were full of resentment!

No wonder Gulishi dared to mobilize all 100,000 troops in Luoyang into the palace. These 100,000 troops were simply burials and victims.

With these 100,000 troops, Yang Jian and others were dragged down. When the plague virus array completely spreads, corpses and ghosts were rampant, and the resentful aura condensed. Even if the Daluo Jinxian came to the world and fell into the city and was plagued by the karma, he would be in danger of falling.

And more importantly, the 100,000 troops in the palace did not know the scene outside the palace. Even if Yang Jian and others were telling the truth now, no one believed it.

"Order all troops to assemble, enter the high platform, and take down the Weiyang Palace!"

Fighting head-on with the 100,000 troops of the palace was not cost-effective, nor had any chance of winning. At this moment, when everyone was at a loss, Yang Jian’s thoughts in his mind were crazy about it, and then ordered a kind of aura that would compete with the sky broke out from his entire body.

"promise!"

Generals such as Niu Chou and Guan Changsheng were also in a state of dismay when they learned the truth. However, as soldiers' instinct, after Yang Jian gave the order, Niu Chou and Guan Changsheng and others quickly began to execute military orders.

The army assembled, crossed the formation of void, and launched again.

Weiyang Palace was once a place where the entire Han Dynasty was gathered for thousands of years of glory, but at this moment, the once glory ended with depression.

Without a trace of hesitation, Yang Jian divided two sword lights and gave them to Niu Chou and Guan Changsheng, and swept the troops to defeat Weiyang.

At present, corpses and ghosts are spreading in Luoyang City.

Yang Jian had no idea of ​​hiding and seeking with the 100,000 troops in this palace and attacking back and forth.

The 100,000 troops in this palace were all selected by the people of Luoyang. In Luoyang City, there are family members and relatives of these 100,000 troops.

As long as Yang Jian can find a way to let the 100,000 army understand the current situation and tragic situation in Luoyang City, he can destroy the morale of the 100,000 army as quickly as possible. If he is lucky enough, he will not be able to say that the 100,000 army will become his own arm.

If you want to spread the tragic situation in Luoyang in this palace, just by talking, the strength is too weak. Only by taking down Weiyang Palace, can you get the innate spiritual treasure Lingxiao Mirror from the Chaos Bell and shine thousands of miles. The 100,000 army in the palace will be in front of you, and the 100,000 army in the palace will be defeated without fighting.

Yang Jian's side's amazing actions could naturally be hidden from the eyes of the 100,000 troops of the palace.

Both sides were in a hurry. One side was crazily encircling the Weiyang Palace, while the other side, 100,000 troops gathered, like mountains and seas were trained into a whole, and they surrounded the entire Weiyang Palace in a crazy way.

Time passes by bit by bit, and the sun rises at noon.

The Weiyang Palace is huge, and the attacks and encirclement of Niu Chou, Guan Changsheng and others are still continuing. On the main gate square of the Weiyang Palace Hall, the 100,000 troops in the palace have been assembled.

"Your Majesty, outside the palace gate, Gao Changgong, the general of Lanchi camp, the captain of the eight schools of the Northern Army, and the imperial guards of the imperial palace, jointly arrived and submitted a war letter. Please go out and see him!"

The gathering of 100,000 troops, perhaps because of the final respect for the Han Dynasty or the awe of the Weiyang Palace, did not launch an attack immediately, but instead sent people to politely and then to come to a war letter.

Yang Jian waved his hand and the informant retreated.

At this time, Guan Changsheng, Niu Chou and others had not yet completed the Weiyang Palace's cleanup. In the main hall of Weiyang Palace, there were only less than a hundred people including Yang Jian, Yang Chan'er, Lu Jiuyuan, Su Miaoge.

For a moment, there was a little silence in the entire hall.

However, just as the morale became increasingly low, Yang Jian stood up, took off the battle helmet from his head, and threw it on the ground.

"Cicada comes here!"

Yang Jian had long hair as thick as ink, and a smile on his face, waved to Yang Chan'er beside him.

"Brother!"

Yang Chan'er's eyes were lively, and she seemed to feel the depressing atmosphere in the hall, and came to Yang Jian's side very well.

"Little Chan'er, you and I are the last bloodline of the Han Dynasty. Go out with the emperor and go and see the Lanchi Camp and the Eighth School of the Northern Army that my Han Dynasty once set up. Are you afraid of it?"

Yang Jian pulled over a bright yellow belt, which was very gentle. He tidied up Yang Chan'er's clothes, then tied the bright yellow belt around Yang Chan'er's waist, smiled lightly, and asked Yang Chan'er.

"Emperor brother, Chan'er is not afraid! But can Chan'er hold the emperor's hand?"

Yang Chan'er is actually afraid of being displaced since childhood, which makes Yang Chan'er much smarter and more sensible than children of the same age.

With a 100,000 army outside the Weiyang Palace, Yang Chan'er understood that the purpose of those people surrounding him was to kill him and his elder brother. However, looking at Yang Jian's tolerant smile in front of him, Yang Chan'er did not choose to retreat.

"Okay, the emperor will pull you!"

Yang Jian didn't say much, and also casually tied up his black hair with a bright yellow belt, stretched out his big hand, grabbed Yang Chan'er, and walked out of the Weiyang Palace with big strides.

"His Majesty……"

Lu Jiuyuan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yang Jian's wave.

Surrounded by a hundred thousand troops, the corpse evil spirit in Luoyang City was Fengtian, Gu Lishi and the Qingqiu Demonic Dao were indeed cruel enough, so he was so cruel that Yang Jian’s current trump card was not sure to escape from Luoyang City.

So Yang Jian chose to face it. The only way to carry it is to get the dragon into the sea. If he can't bear it, he will kill him to turn the world upside down and the sea of ​​blood is overwhelming!

The vermilion gate opened, and the strong light at noon fell. In the middle of the gate, Yang Jian and Yang Chan'er, one big and one small, one tall and one short, pulled out a long shadow on the ground.

In front of Weiyang Palace, above the huge square, it is empty and quiet.

At the front and back, one end was Lu Jiuyuan, Su Miaoge and other hundreds of people staring blankly at the sight, while at the other end, through a heavy palace gate, hundreds of soldiers stood on horseback, and the endless army stood with great power.

"Little Chan'er, do you still have any impression of your father and mother?"

"No more, sorry, brother, I don't remember!"

"It's okay, you were still young at that time. Speaking of which, the emperor is about to forget what his mother looks like!"

"Brother, isn't you beautiful?"

"Beautiful! My mother is very beautiful. When Xiao Chan'er grows up, she will be as beautiful as her mother!"

"Is that so? Really, brother?"

"Well! After today, the emperor will teach you a little song that my mother often sings!"

"Brother, please sing it to me!"

"Okay! Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant grass is green and the sky..."

(End of this chapter)
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