Song Tianen supported his chin lightly with his hand, his eyes flashing with coldness, and said coldly: "As far as I know, the two saints were tortured to death by you beasts in the Jin Kingdom. Can the dead be resurrected?" His voice was not loud, but it was like a loud bell, echoing in the general's tent, shocking everyone.

Zhang Conglong raised his head suddenly, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead. He waved his hands in panic and said anxiously: "How dare a small envoy deceive the king! All of you here are the former ministers of the Two Saints. Invite the Two Saints here, and then they will be able to distinguish the true from the false." There was a hint of imperceptible cunning in his frightened eyes.

"No need to go to such trouble!" At this moment, a fierce murderous aura surged from outside the general's tent. Before everyone could react, they saw Shen Huchan covered in blood, like a god of death. He held two extremely thin people in brocade clothes tightly in his hands, and walked straight into the general's tent with firm steps. Then, Shen Huchan knelt on one knee and said in a loud voice: "Regent, this Jin man dared to disturb our army's morale with the fake two saints. I have captured him!"

The two men fell like candied haws in the middle of the general's tent, in a state of disgrace. The two saints stared at everyone in the tent with frightened eyes, as if seeking the last glimmer of hope. The generals had different expressions, some were angry, some were confused, and Zong Ze had a look of regret, and in that regret, there was also a deep sense of helplessness.

Song Tianen slowly raised his hand, looked at Zong Ze, and asked: "Marshal Zong, you are an old marshal who once served the Two Saints. Can you take a look at this and see if it is a fake?" At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Marshal Zong, a veteran who had experienced three dynasties. His words, at this delicate moment, might really trigger a civil war.

At this time, Zhao Ji raised his tortured and haggard face, his eyes full of fear and hesitation. When his eyes fell on Zong Ze, he seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw, and cried out hoarsely: "Rulin! I selected you as the top martial arts scholar in the third year of Xuanhe. Others don't know me, but how could you not know me?" His voice was trembling, with despair, with nostalgia for past power and fear of the current predicament.

Before the two emperors were sent by the Jin people, they already knew that the Song Dynasty had changed forever. The one who now controls the military power of the world is the cold-faced god Song Tianen on the commander's seat. This peerless king who destroyed the Jin Dynasty's century-old foundation in one battle on the battlefield, his reputation is well-known and makes the enemy terrified.

The purpose of the Jin people sending them here is self-evident, which is nothing more than to stir up internal disputes in the Song Dynasty and disrupt the strategic deployment of the Song army. However, looking at the cold eyes of everyone in the general's tent, Zhao Ji could only place all his hopes on Zong Ze.

The old commander's lips trembled slightly, and he was struggling fiercely in his heart. He was able to hold a high position because of the grace of the former emperor, but the fall of the Song Dynasty was indeed the responsibility that the two emperors could not shirk. This good situation is rare in a century, and if he ruins it because of his momentary weakness, he will surely become a sinner for all eternity.

Zong Shuai went through a painful torment and finally made a choice between loyalty to the emperor and loyalty to the country. With tears in his eyes, he said to Song Tianen in a trembling but firm voice: "Regent, I don't know these two people." After saying this, Zong Shuai seemed to have been drained of all his energy and spirit. He instantly became much older, and his originally straight spine was slightly bent.

But for Zhao Ji, this was like a bolt from the blue! "Rulin, you!" Zhao Ji widened his eyes and looked at Zong Ze in disbelief, wanting to say something else.

But Shen Huchan, who had been unable to contain himself for a long time, would not give him the opportunity to talk nonsense. He had killed countless people, but he had never killed a tyrant. But today, he knew in his heart that after this incident, his magic sword would completely transform into a killing god and Buddha sword, eliminating harm for the righteous in the world.

"Kill!" Along with the roar, a sharp knife light flashed.

With a "pop", the two heads fell to the ground, blood splattered everywhere. Zhao Ji never expected that after going through so much hardship in the Jin Kingdom and thinking of returning to continue being the emperor, he would be beheaded by his own subjects.

Zhang Conglong's eyes widened in disbelief. He had imagined countless possibilities, but he had never expected that these people would dare to kill the king in this general's tent. "You guys?!" His voice became sharp and piercing because of extreme fear.

"Come here, drag this thief out and behead him as a sacrifice, then make a fire and cook, and attack the city tomorrow." Song Tianen said expressionlessly, his voice full of coldness and determination.

"No! You can't kill me. I'm a special envoy. When two countries are at war, envoys will not be killed." Zhang Conglong was so scared that he wet his pants when he was dragged away. He originally thought it was a good job, but he never expected it to turn into a deadly job.

Song Tianen pointed at him and shouted angrily: "The Jin people are cunning. The two emperors have long since returned to the north. This thief dared to bring fake goods to disrupt the morale of our army. He deserves death. There is no need to talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality with you!" Song Tianen made the final decision and set the tone.

In the marshal's tent, the atmosphere was very excited! The generals were all rubbing their hands, their eyes burning with the desire to fight. As long as they could capture Bianliang City, they would have recovered their homeland, which would surely go down in history!

Not to mention that the Song army over there is in high spirits!

In the city of Bianliang, the Jin court was filled with gloom. Who could have imagined that the small Southern Song court, which was struggling to survive, would produce a cold-faced demon king, Song Tianen, who caused the prosperous Jin Empire to lose 800,000 troops in two battles. Among them were 300,000 orthodox Jin Meng'an and Mouke, three marshals, dozens of generals, and countless lieutenants and below. A large area of ​​the southern country was lost. It can be said that this battle directly broke the backbone of the Jin Dynasty.

From now on, the two dynasties will have different offensive and defensive forces. No! Looking at the Song army surrounding them from all sides, the cold-faced demon king obviously did not want to leave a way out for the Jin Empire. At this moment, the imperial city of Bianliang was even more solemn. As the most outstanding successor of Aguda, the founding emperor of the Jin Empire, and the owner of the Dead Battle Book, Jin Taizong Wanyan Sheng was full of solemnity at this moment!

He never expected that as a great leader who could even unify the country, he would one day become a king at the end of his rope? This was a fact he could never accept. What was even more arrogant about Song Tianen was that he actually killed the two emperors directly, which undoubtedly put an end to his idea of ​​​​truce.

Wanyan Sheng held the Death Mask tightly in his hand, his expression changing constantly. His father, King Aguda, once said that this battle mask must not be used until the country is overthrown. It is said that this is a product of the outer world demon. Once you put it on, you can never take it off, and your mind will change drastically. The Demon Emperor Shi Hu, who feeds on the country and killed millions of people during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms and gave birth to human flesh, was the previous owner of this mask.

However, the sound of shouting and killing came from far outside the city wall. Scouts ran into the imperial city one by one to report the urgent military situation. At this moment, Bianliang City has become the scene of Wanyan Sheng besieging the Northern Song Dynasty 20 years ago. Want to break out? There are Song troops everywhere! The Song army, which used to be like sheep, is now like vicious wolves and tigers. The Iron Pagoda is as fragile as paper under the cannons that can spit fire, and the generals who can defeat thousands of enemies will be killed by the Demon Lord Song Tianen as soon as they show their heads.

There was not much time left for Wanyan Sheng! The two evil eyes on the dead mask seemed to come alive, and seemed to be slightly mocking. Wanyan Sheng's finger bones were crackling as he squeezed them.

"Since the Song thieves don't want me to have an easy life! Then you don't even think about having an easy life! I will let this entire country be buried with me!" Wanyan Sheng roared with gritted teeth, his eyes full of madness and determination.

Wanyan Sheng, who had made up his mind, directly pressed Wang Yun on his face. At this moment, the sky and the earth were covered with yellow sand, and a violent wind raged over the entire Bianliang City, even the sun was blocked. For a moment, Bianliang City seemed to have fallen into the devil's domain. Ten kilometers south of Bianliang, the Song Army Regent Palace Camp!
Song Tianen put down the memorial in his hand and sighed slightly. Who said that ruling the world is a pleasant thing? Although Song Tianen is now in a high position in this world and his words are as powerful as those of an emperor, the military reports from all over the country every day are as many as an ox cart.

As for the Southern Song Dynasty Emperor Zhao Gou? He was not even an emperor at the moment. The entire court had been purged by the martial arts conference, and the remaining ones were all the people of the King of Song. All major events in the world were decided by Song Tianen.

"Song Da. Your Highness, Xiao Shitou has something important to report." At this moment, Wang Xiaoshi was less calm and composed than before when facing Song Tianen, and was a little hesitant. After all, Song Tianen was the most powerful and famous person in the world at this moment, and his power was like that of an emperor, so even his former best friend could no longer be as carefree as before when facing the regent.

Seeing Wang Xiaoshi's hesitant look, Song Tianen smiled and said, "Xiao Shitou, when there are no outsiders around, you and I can still call each other brothers."

Wang Xiaoshi's eyes lit up: "Oh! All right, Brother Song. Oh, Brother Song, I have urgent military information to report. It's very strange that Bianliang City was suddenly engulfed by sandstorms!"

The Song army, which was about to launch a general attack, had to retreat two miles due to bad weather and temporarily sounded the call to action.

"Oh?" Song Tianen stood up, and the imperial guards behind him quickly helped him to open the curtain. The generals and lieutenants followed closely behind him. He climbed up to the telescope tower and just stretched out his hand, someone handed him a telescope! The Bianliang City that was originally clearly visible through the mirror was now covered by the dim yellow sand and could not be seen clearly.

Song Tianen frowned: "Such a strong demonic energy!"

Little Stone immediately asked, "Brother, I am willing to act as your vanguard and go to Bianliang City to find out what is going on."

Seeing Wang Xiaoshi eager to try, Song Tianen didn't want to dampen his enthusiasm, so he ordered: "Wang Xiaoshi, Shen Huchan. You two lead the elite spies and find out the strength of Bianliang City for the army!"

Dong dong dong! Shen Huchan, who had killed his second brother and advanced to a high level of innateness, becoming the world's devil Buddha, knelt on one knee in front of Song Tianen, holding the Ananda sword.

Wang Xiaoshi and Shen Huchan looked at each other and bowed. "I obey your orders!"

In the capital city of Bianliang, a strong wind suddenly blew from the clear sky. The strong wind was so heavy and confusing that people could not see anything within three feet. Soon, the residents who were out and about returned to their houses to avoid the sudden strong wind, but what made them more uneasy was the army that surrounded the city and made it impossible to get out!

There were rumors that the Song people would massacre the entire city whenever they recovered a place! The foreign tribes on the grassland, regardless of gender, age or status, would be killed as long as they were taller than the wheels of a cart. The Han people in the city were ecstatic and wished that the army would break through the city gates at this moment, but those upper clans who used to be domineering were in a state of panic. However, in the end, both groups of people, without exception, chose to close their doors and retreat into their homes, waiting for the war to end.

However, the Jin soldiers did not seem to let them go, and they drove the civilians from house to house like animals to the royal city. Even the city caves where the nobles, merchants and wealthy people lived could not escape the disaster. Of course, there were also people who disobeyed orders because of their noble status, but the only way for the Jin soldiers to deal with such people was to execute them on the spot. Even the father of the queen, the current prime minister, was beheaded on the spot because he said a few words of complaint. The head rolled down the expensive white marble steps and mixed with mud and blood. This scene of shouting and killing was played out everywhere in the city of Bianliang.

Otherwise, the violent sandstorms would have obscured the entire Bianliang City, and the turmoil in the city alone would have been the best time for the Song Army to attack. Perhaps it was an hour or two, and it was difficult to tell the time under the dim sky, but several streams of people like ants continued to converge on the imperial city from all directions of the town.

Although the sandstorms outside and inside the city were like natural disasters, the inner palace where the eye of the storm was located was not affected at all. At this moment, the square of the imperial city was filled with hundreds of Wanyan Sheng's elite imperial guards! Almost every one of them had the eighth level of acquired skills, and they would be the pillars of any sect in the martial arts world.

But this was far from enough in Wanyan Sheng's opinion! The Forbidden Palace was filled with a murderous atmosphere, and a huge crowd of people crowded around, but strangely, not many people dared to make a sound.

There is an extremely huge Bagua furnace on the Danbi. Under the furnace is a ball of strange black fire burning. One glance at it will tell that this is no ordinary fire.

"Your Majesty, please come in!" Xiao Dezhang, the chief eunuch of the time, shouted in a hoarse voice.

Countless people's eyes and minds were fixed on the palace.

Boom, boom, boom! The sound of footsteps like beating drums came from the inner room of the palace.

When Wanyan Sheng came out, the whole audience was shocked and dared not speak. This was because the once heroic and unrestrained Jin Taizong had changed drastically! At this time, Wanyan Sheng was like a demon from hell crawling out of the ghost realm.

The mask from the Nine Netherworld Forgotten Meteoric Battle Manual was tightly attached to his face, and Wanyan Sheng exuded a chilling aura. The patterns on the mask seemed to come alive, flashing with strange light. His eyes were covered by the mask, but it seemed to be able to emit two cold rays of light, which made everyone present shudder.

On his head, two curved horns like those of a bull demon pierced out from his forehead and pointed toward the sky. His entire body became unusually burly, and the dragon robe that originally fitted him was stretched so tight that it was about to break. His arms were muscular and his veins were bulging, as if they contained endless power. The nails on his exposed hands became sharp like hooks, flashing with cold light. The muscles in his legs were as hard as rocks, and every step he took made the ground tremble slightly.
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