Vol 2 Chapter 2229: Turks worship the sky, the sun and the moon contend for glory

The establishment of the Turkic nation was a qualitative milestone for the grasslands.
The things needed to set up the altar are not complicated, with Turkic national power, but the altar has been built in just three hours.
The altar is nine feet high, nine feet nine feet high, and a plain white flag is planted in each of the four sides, with a beautiful moon on it.
Around the altar, a raging bonfire was rolled up. At this time, millions of Turkic tribes gathered together to kowtow and pray around the altar.
Enough for the Turkic people to be massacred all day long!
They finally realized the taste of the wives and families who were killed by the Central Plains people by themselves!
However, there is no understanding that you should not do to others what you don't want, and some are just hatred!
Monstrous hatred!
For decades, each of Yanyun's eighteen riders broke through the void and entered the second step of the realm of Taoism, which was made up of millions of Turkic people.
Taking the essence of the flesh and blood of the Turkic people to strengthen themselves, millions of Turkic men, women and children, forged the foundation of Yanyun Eighteen Horses.
hate!
Monstrous hatred!
Of these countless Turkic tribesmen, who have not been beheaded by their relatives?
"What are they doing?"
In the distance, Yan Yun's eighteen horses gathered, looking at the innumerable Turkic tribes gathered together, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"It seems to be offering sacrifices!" Luo Yi stroked his chin, with a gloomy look in his eyes.
His only son died, died in the grassland!
In this life, even if all the Turkic people were wiped out, it is difficult to understand the hatred in his heart.
Luo Yi is super!
He has broken through the realm of Dao, and can no longer spawn offspring!
Luo Shixin is his heart and soul, his talent and character are almost printed in the same mold!
"The Turkic people who have died in our hands in the past few years are afraid that there are not three million people. The Turkic people have been harvested by us one after another. Now the monarchs have broken through the inner void, and the essence of flesh and blood is useless if they want to advance. It's annihilated!" Luo Yi stroked the horse in his hand.
"The Turks are supported by dragon energy. It is too much suppression for us. If you want to exterminate the Turks, you need to invite the chief governor to use the power of dragon energy to fight!" a military commander whispered: "The chief governor is just Telling us to keep hunting Turks, but not telling us to cut grass and roots."
"I know what the Governor meant. He wanted to use Turkic flesh and blood to conceive his own sword! In the depths of this Turkic land, there is a picture of Zhuxian formation, which is given to the Eight Immortals!" Luo Yi said in the eyes. A gloomy expression appeared: "Now that the Eight Immortals will return to their throne is not far away, we just slaughtered these tribes and made the final transformation for the governor."
"Besides... I suddenly felt an unpleasant feeling in my heart!" Looking at the madly worshipping Turkic tribesmen, Luo Yi's heart was nowhere to be seen.
"Go and ask the Chief Governor Jin Zhi, and the rest will follow me!" Luo Yi's expression was cold:
"kill!"
At this time, the sky was rising, Luo Yi grabbed Ma Jian, and was about to break through the sonic boom and enter the millions of tribes. Suddenly, his actions were frozen, and a terrifying murderous intent shot into the sky, instantly from the void. In the middle, a crescent moon suddenly appeared from the horizon, and the light of the full moon actually concealed the rising purple of the sun.
The sun and the moon are in the sky between the earth and the earth, but at this time the full moon is shining brightly. Compared with the big sun, the sun at this time is as dim as the moon. The moon that should have been dimmed has turned into the rising sun, and the blazing light ignited the starry sky.
Yin and Yang are reversed, as if the two have been adjusted.
"Hidden traces!" Luo Yi's complexion changed wildly at this time, and an unprecedented crisis was rolled up in his heart. In an instant, the cold murderous intent seemed to freeze his martial arts will.
Needless to say Luo Yiduo, Yanyun Eighteen Horses had already converged the Qi machine to the extreme at this time, lurking in the mud.
A dreamy and hazy, inverted shadow of all living beings came from the moonlight, scanning the millions of Turkic tribes:
"The descendants of the moon, today I will rebirth the bloodline, I hope you will reproduce the glory of the ancestors!"
The words fell, the endless moon bloomed, and the bright moon in the sky exploded in an instant, turning into countless fragments and sinking into the bodies of the millions of Turkic people.
Zhuojun
Zhang Bairen opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the sun and the moon, and he couldn't help but was stunned: "Is it so fast that I can't help but appear to be a saint?"
"What can you do even if you manifest the saints? Could it be that the mere remnants of the Turkic remnants can not make any waves?" Zhang Bairen smiled coldly, and did not stop the movement of Fairy Taiyin.
It is the right way to melt into the sun, to be invincible, and to perfect your own magic weapon. In the final analysis, whether you travel to the east or all kinds of calculations, it is just to buy time for yourself to build an advantage. He still knows whether the priority is good or bad. .
"Are you not worried at all? The Turkic tribe contains the blood of the wolf god. It is the followers of the Lunar Tribe. Now Lunar has helped them return to their ancestors with great sunlight, and their combat power has increased several times or more than ten times. Take it seriously. Don't worry?" Old Ancestor Shaoyang looked at Zhang Bairen in surprise.
"So what? The Eight Immortals crossed the calamity in the future to level one hundred thousand mountains and suppress the East China Sea. The calamity is many times greater than today!" Zhang Bairen sneered, "It's just a small wave at best."
The ancestor of Shaoyang said silently: "I'm afraid that the Turks could not help but go south, disturbing the tranquility of Zhuojun and ruining the vitality of Shenzhou."
"It's certain to go south!" Zhang Bairen said confidently: "For so many years, the Turks have been forced to the limit. If you don't resist, you die. Going south is for sure! Zhuojun has been at ease for decades, and it's time to start training."
"You want to train troops with the help of Turks?" Shaoyang Patriarch was stunned.
"You have to know that the bloodline of Jiuli is much more powerful than this bloodline of the wolf demon, so I should practice with the wolf demon first, so as not to be at a loss for the Jiuli people in the future!" Zhang Bairen smiled and slowly stood up and walked towards the Turk. Go: "However, I intend to train soldiers, those wolf gods should not exist!"
After the words fell, Zhang Bairen disappeared.
Where the Turks are
The emptiness is changing, and along with the countless moonlight pouring down, bursts of wailing roars into the sky in an instant, and countless Turkic people roll on the ground, revealing the color of pain.
How could it be that simple?
There were bursts of howling wolves and ghosts, and the Turkic man's skin exploded, his flesh and blood dripped, and his bones were constantly being ‘squeezed’ out of his body.
For a time, the field was extremely bloody, and the blood and water of Mi Mi merged to form a river.
Zhang Bairen fluttered in white clothes, coming from the wind, standing in the sky and scanning the millions of Turkic tribes silently.
Bloodline metamorphosis is painful. Every inch of skin and bone must be broken and recast. This is a rare opportunity to temper the spirit and spirit.
Countless members of the Turkic tribe fainted, and Zhang Bairen was not in a hurry to make a move: "Your hand, the emperor's flow is good."
"Huh! Do you want to take action against them?" Fairy Taiyin looked at Zhang Bairen with cold eyes.
"An ant-like creature is also worthy of me to take action?" Zhang Bairen shook his head, pointed out the discoloration of the wind and cloud, and moved towards the suppression of the Qi in the Turk.
"Woo~" The Turkic National Destiny roared to the sky, turning into a giant golden wolf, roaring at the moon and biting Zhang Bairen.
"You want to revive a million tribes, I don't stop you, but you want to take the opportunity to resurrect the wolf god, but you can't!" Zhang Bairen pointed out, the Turkic nation's fortune collapsed, and a thought rushed to the sky to flee.
"Come!"
Zhang Bairen moved the universe in his sleeves, suppressed his thoughts in an instant, and then looked at the will of the Taiyin Fairy: "I am not the emperor of heaven. I don't know what hatred you and I have, but I have to live and die."
"This is cause and effect! Definite number!" Taiyin Will did not stop Zhang Bairen, she couldn't stop it, and naturally she didn't bother to spend time.
The words fell, the lunar yin dissipated, leaving Zhang Bairen standing there silently.
"General Governor!" Luo Yi's expression changed at this time. He glanced at the two million Turkic old and young, and couldn't help feeling panicked.
"I have broken up the Turkic national fortune, you must not give it a chance to reorganize!" Zhang Bairen turned and left.
Luo Yi's face was certain when he heard the words, he arched his hands to Zhang Bairen's back, and whispered: "Kill!"
In an instant, Yan Yun's eighteen horses turned into a storm and rolled up, taking advantage of the transformation of the Turkic tribesmen to begin killing.
There is no danger, everyone is a mortal enemy, and it is the best to kill others!
On the altar
At this time, a crescent appeared in the center of the old priest's eyebrows~EbookFREE.me~ The whole body's innate Taoist rhyme was unstable, and the traces of aura belonging to the innate gods were slowly changing.
"My wolf is finally back! The moon is immortal, and I am immortal!" The old priest's eyes slowly opened, and the cold light kept flashing.
Let's talk about Zhang Bairen's return to Zhuojun and take out the origin of the wolf god, but his expression changed at the next moment: "Good method! The wolf clan is really cunning!"
"This is just a ray of original thought of the wolf god!" Shaoyang Patriarch whispered.
"Well, since I have already shot once, but I am embarrassed to continue to do it, it would be great if the wolf could return! That would be great!" Zhang Bairen smiled coldly: "I think it's a pig raising!"
The wolf doesn't take it seriously. The strong has the dignity of the strong, and he makes a shot by himself. Since he has not succeeded, the opportunity will come later, and he will do it again.
"Ling Yu Juluo and Zhang Xutuo, order these two to lead troops to fight against the Turkic tribe!" Zhang Bairen whispered.
"Yes!" Zuo Qiu Wuji took the order and left.
Wars, especially race wars, have never been decided by one person.
Without the baptism of blood and fire, civilization will not progress.
"You are willing to really grow up! If in the past, you would only lay down the Immortal Sword Formation and fight hard by yourself!" Old Ancestor Shaoyang sighed.
Zhang Bairen silently
Not long after, Yu Juluo and other powerful men emerged from the Yin Cao and saluted Zhang Bairen, and then the next battle was ready to go.
"Haha~" Fairy Taiyin wandered into the starry sky, looking towards the south, east, north and west, with a sneer at the corners of his mouth: "Is there really only such a way for this palace?"
"Just let you see the abilities of the heaven and earth harmony!" Fairy Taiyin smiled coldly and disappeared into the void.
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