Countless paths of spiritual consciousness are watching this battlefield.
In the starry sky, countless people left their homes and headed for Ding'an Star.
Among them are monks with ordinary cultivation, and there are also masters who are hidden from the world. These people can stay away from the chaos of war, but they are still flying towards the battlefield unswervingly at this moment.
"This battle is everyone's responsibility, and I must go."
A scholar bid farewell to his relatives and friends, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked away with a long sword in his hand.
Not far away from him, the man who had given birth to his precious son not long ago kissed the baby who was still in its infancy, and followed his wife with tears in his eyes.
Countless people kept silent, picked up their weapons, and rushed towards Ding'an star.
At the same time, such scenes are repeated in various places.
They are blacksmiths, shopkeepers, petty officials, butchers
No matter what their identities were in the past, now they only have one identity, and that is warriors!
In the vast starry sky, several powerful divine consciousnesses are communicating with each other.
"Should we stay out of it now?" Someone asked.
But as soon as the voice of doubt appeared, it was quickly overshadowed by a firm voice: "The court doesn't want us, so we will resist on our own. If the Tang Dynasty wants to occupy us and enslave us, then step over my corpse!"
"Send troops! Let the Tang Dynasty know the price of invading us!"
"This is no longer the Middle Ages. The glory of the Tang Dynasty has long since ceased to exist. Destroy them!"
A series of louder voices echoed above the starry sky.
Many star masters outside the imperial capital responded one after another and sent a large army to help.
The court's ban is now useless.
No matter how much it is whitewashed and bluffed, everyone knows how shameful the peace brought about by the Imperial Capital Contract is.
Prince Gu's aged body seems to be the backbone of everyone's heart, inspiring everyone to move forward bravely.
On the Dayu Star Chart.
More and more battle spirits appeared, surrounding the dragons and horses.
These fighting spirits are transformed by everyone's fighting spirit.
Public opinion is like water, and public opinion is like a knife.
This water can be turned into a huge wave, which can overturn a giant ship, and this knife can be turned into a sharp edge, piercing the sky.
The anger towards Tang Tianchao has been transformed into the fury of thunder, appearing in front of Yan Zhenqing.
All of this, Yan Zhenqing's eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was being pointed at by others.
He felt that what he was facing was not Prince Gu, but the angry eyes of hundreds of millions of people.
"Zhao Hongxun, if you weren't seriously injured, I'm afraid I wouldn't be my opponent."
Until now, even Yan Zhenqing has to admit that Prince Gu has exceeded his expectations. This time Zhang Si
However, reality has no assumptions.
It is a fact that Prince Gu is old. Although he has the support of public opinion, he cannot last long.
It's like an old man in his dying years, even though he has the sharpest knife in the world, he is powerless.
"I will remember you. After you die, I will personally engrave your tombstone." Yan Zhenqing picked up the pen again.
This time, he wrote very quickly, and another ten imposing characters hung in the air. 强牺  读牺
Sword dance is like traveling electricity, lingering and returning with the wind.
The pen and ink are like swords, and there is a sharp sword intent spontaneously between the horizontal and vertical. make big make owl
There was a faint sound of thunder, ringing in everyone's ears, and then the gust of wind swept in, accompanied by the sharp sword energy, soaring into the sky.
The text manifested, and the sword energy thundered.
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The sword intent was rampant, and almost instantly, the sentient beings on the star map were severely injured, and a large number of war spirits were beheaded