Vol 2 Chapter 1287: The flame is extinguished (two more)

Before the war, the cool king once closed the human emperor's tomb, and invited the old monsters of the royal family to come back and sit in town.
But, maybe it was because the door to opened that they never returned.
Unexpectedly, although they did not return, they asked the tomb keeper to help.
"Nanjiang, I will help you to come back." The tomb-keeper was light and calm, as if this was effortless for him.
Liang Wang was excited, but reminded: "Master, that Xia Qingchen is not an easy generation, please be cautious..."
"In front of my grave keeper, there is no easy generation, if there is, kill it." Dust lightly understates, revealing boundless domineering and self-confidence.
However, the tomb keeper has this ability.
Since time immemorial, the powerful players in the Japanese realm like Emperor Zijian can be killed by shock, not to mention Xia Qingchen?
Distant southern Xinjiang.
On the ancient altar ladder, Xia Qingchen held the blood-stained Dayan sword step by step.
Behind it, there are tens of thousands of troops!
On the altar, there are barbarians who retreat step by step. At the forefront are the celestial priest and a very tall barbarian.
Surrounded by them, they are a group of people with two physiques.
They are the descendants of the slaves and the descendants of wild gods!
Xia Qingchen crossed the river, and the other troops stormed the center, beating them by surprise.
Although the barbarians were brave and tried their best to resist, Xia Qingchen could not hold back.
Anyone who resists will be killed.
After half of the center was killed cleanly, the barbarians were afraid of being killed, and only some core barbarians were left fighting and retreating, all the way back to the holy place in the center, the altar!
"Xia Qingchen, you killed countless Lounan people, covered in sin, and not turned back to the shore?" The Tianhuang priest was covered in blood, staring at Xia Qingchen who was upstairs.
The number of barbarians killed by Xia Qingchen in the First World War is countless!
He went all the way south, and the tribes he met seldom said tens of thousands, and the end of those tribes can be imagined.
After this battle, Xia Qingchen massacred the barbarians in southern Xinjiang and said less than ten million levels!
It can be described as murderous! !
Xia Qingchen shook the blood drops on the sword of Dayan, indifferently like the God of Brahma: "War is always accompanied by killing! Moreover, the war is initiated by you!"
Those who wage war should bear all costs!
"Then, do you want to kill even the descendants of the barbarian together?" The Tianhuang priest clenched his fists. He felt that he had asked a question that should not be asked.
Xia Qingchen killed the altar, will he still be soft?
"No." But, the answer surprised the Tianhuang priest: "For the sake of the slaves who left the Tianyang City forty thousand city guards, I can put one of their tribes."
Bai Zhantian died in his own life in exchange for the life of the forty thousand city guards.
"However, they want to live, you, you need to kill your life!" Xia Qingchen's long sword pointed to the Tianhuang priest.
Tianhuang Priest smiled bitterly, he knew that it was not so easy to let go of the wild god.
He knows better that Xia Qingchen did the same thing as the slavery.
"Good!" the priest of Tianhuang decisively said.
Anyway, he was going to die. He died alone, in exchange for the life of the descendants of the barbarian god, why not?
"Xia Qingchen, Nu Tianyi will not stop the pace of the Lord of the Three Realms!" The Tianhuang priest smiled at the sky, and then took a palm shot in his own heavenly inspiration, dying himself.
In this way, Xia Qingchen slowly withdrew the Dayan sword and said lightly: "Is the Lord of the Three Realms really a humble ideal."
He stepped forward and came to the center of the altar.
Looking down, the flame of a colorful lotus flower burned quietly in the altar.
He took out the star shell and looked at the two remaining soils.
"What are you going to do?" an elderly Descendant of the barbarian shouted sharply.
Xia Qingchen was very indifferent: "The torch in Lounan's border should also be extinguished."
"you dare!"
"I fight with you!"
The torch in Lounan is the spiritual belief of the barbarian.
It is, that is, the south of the building, and it is extinct, that is, the south of the building.
If Xia Qingchen wiped out the Lounan Shenghuo, it meant that Lounan died in the country. It was Liangzhou City that was captured, and the cold environment would also be destroyed.
哭哧
Several arrows flashed, shooting the two descendants of the wild gods into hedgehogs.
The army behind them was approaching step by step, full of killing: "Rebels, kill all!"
The remaining descendants of the barbarian clenched their fists in anger, but they were afraid to dare to take the risk again.
Because the army led by Xia Qingchen would know only this sentence.
Every time the words fall, the head is rolling and blood is flowing into the sea.
The barbarians had an instinctive fear of this remark, and when they heard this sentence, they shivered involuntarily.
Xia Qingchen silently dumped the shell of the star, and in the retention of the descendants of the barbarian gods and the surrounding barbarians, a grain of earth fell and pressed on the colorful lotus!
Poof—
The earth of God was poured out by the blood of countless gods and was heavy and irresistible.
Lou Nan's torch is, after all, just a kind of kindling left by the barbarian himself. After thousands of years, the divinity has long been wiped out.
Ordinary things cannot be destroyed, with the exception of the land.
A of earth pressed down, immediately smashing the huge multicolored lotus pressure, the fire was gloomy, and only a fingernail-sized multicolored lotus spark was left alive.
This should be the kind of fire left by the barbarian god, which is the essence of the holy fire.
Xia Qingchen dumped the star shell again, vowing to suppress the last flame.
But at this moment, a squirm in his arms, Xia Qingchen stopped thoughtfully, took out the red furnace, and released the small fire inside.
The latter screamed, burrowed into the altar, embraced the fire in surprise, exaggeratedly opened his mouth, swallowed it away, and ran back quickly.
"No! Our torch!!" Looking at the last rays of the torch, disappearing into sight, the descendants of the wild gods issued a desperate cry.
With the disappearance of the torch, the hazy fire that used to shine on the entire center quickly dissipated, causing the center to fall into darkness.
They had been baptized by the war, facing the extinguishment of the holy flame of faith, all knelt down in sorrow, and kept tapping toward the altar.
Faith is gone, where does Lou Nan go?
At this time, on the altar, Xia Qingchen walked holding the stove, standing on the edge of the altar, overlooking the entire central area.
In the stove, the multicolored light from the small fire projected Xia Qingchen's back to all directions, covering the endless earth.
He was majestic and indifferent, saying: "Lou Nan, from today, get rid of the name!"
The torch is extinguished, there is no Lounan in the world!
"The people of the whole territory will be under the jurisdiction of this king from now on, pass on the etiquette and education, and teach the people, if there is resistance, don't talk about killing!" Xia Qingchen announced.
The sound of Haoran rolls in all directions, and the deafness starts!
The response was Wan Min crying.
Lou Nan destroyed the country, they are already the people of the country!
After today, he will live under the rule of Xia Qingchen!
Rumble--
River bank.
The huge monster beasts rushed to the river bank.
Headed by the slavery relic standing in front of the throne, he looked at the dark center and at the altar that was no longer in flames.