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Volume 2: Practice Chapter 8: For the Kingdom of Heaven, Kill

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    The gate of Yong'an City is wide open, and murderous intent is billowing inside the gate, but there is a solemn silence. The moonlight shines on the gate of the city, making the world outside the city become deep and strange.  This is an isolated city, and in the city there is a kingdom of God that is trapped in the isolated city.  "For the kingdom of heaven, kill." A deep shout resounded throughout the city and in everyone's hearts. The sound was like a trumpet.  This was Hong Xiuquan's voice. It was a deep voice, like the last roar of a wounded beast dying.  That sentence was full of unwillingness, fighting, and madness, but there was no despair.  Until this moment, Yi Yan knew that it was Hong Xiuquan who truly regarded the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom as his heart and soul.  The last word "kill" awakened the hearts of tens of thousands of Taiping soldiers in the city, igniting the unwillingness, resentment, and madness in the hearts of the Taiping soldiers in the city, turning them into rolling murderous intentions.  " Hong Xiuquan has always been a vague presence in Yi Yan's heart. He is just a clay statue that can only talk, but cannot decide many things.  He was inferior to Feng Yunshan in domestic affairs and inferior to Yang Xiuqing in military affairs.  He is like a stone, like chaos, like a clay statue.  It wasn't until today that Yi Yan suddenly realized why he was the King of Heaven. It was because of his perseverance. Only persevering people can still not give up at this time.  Yong'an City has been besieged for so long, many monks have already believed that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom will eventually perish, and it will perish in Yong'an City.  However, every time Yi Yan saw Hong Xiuquan, the fighting spirit in his eyes was always there, and he remained as still as a mountain.  "For the sake of the kingdom of heaven, kill." The whole city shook, and the evil spirit billowed up, heading straight into Yunxiao.  Yi Yanqing couldn't help but roared too. When he roared, he realized that he couldn't keep his mind at this moment. He had heard that with the roar of thousands of armies, immortals and gods would fall. He had never imagined it. At this moment, he felt a little confused.  Believed.  Before the voice fell, thousands of troops were already on the move, rushing towards the outside of the city. The boundless evil energy was like a rolling river bursting down its embankment. Yi Yan felt extremely insignificant when he was in it. This was not due to his insignificance in terms of physical strength, but  It comes from the soul.  Yi Yan felt that he had become a small wave in the rolling tide of evil. The powerful power emerging from the people around him frightened him. His soul suddenly surged out, feeling the sensation from it.  That kind of erupting killing intent.  Integrating the soul into the erupting killing intent, it feels like the soul is being cut by a knife, but there is a powerful force poured into the soul.  Yi Yan looked at the people in front and behind him, and all of them had that kind of fanaticism about risking their lives. Even Lu Aohu, Jiao Xiazi, and Liu Xin, who were already in their forties, all had that kind of enthusiasm on their faces.  Crazy meaning.  "Bang" This is shelling.  It exploded right in front of Yi Yan.  The sound was not loud. In this rolling tide of evil energy, the sound was suppressed to a minimum like a firecracker.  Yi Yan still remembers the Westerners who once hunted down Ken Er and Ross, one of Lin Zexu's three bodyguards. When the gun in that man's hand was shot, the sky and earth suddenly appeared white, and wherever they passed, the law of heaven and earth was lost.  .  And this cannon was made in this world. It is completely different from the cannons of other countries. Yi Yan heard that the world that was bombarded by cannons from ships of other countries could not recover within a month.  .  The shelling from those ships could hurt the heavens and the earth.  Suddenly, there was a flash of fire in the distance, and Yi Yan saw that it was a cannon coming towards him. The direction was facing Yi Yan and his soldiers, and he knew where the cannon would land.  They were just two other cultivators among the three thousand soldiers.  Of course they won't come to stop Yi Yan. This is the time to show off his skills. A practitioner's spells are never static. When you first enter the military camp, your own spells cannot be cast. However, after such a long time, if you haven't adapted yet,  If the magic in the military camp appears, then it is its own problem.  Yi Yan's reputation as the co-author of "Qisu" makes him a celebrity in the Taiping Army. Most of the monks know him, but he doesn't know much about other monks. In a place full of killings, the secrets of heaven are chaotic.  , they all know that Yi Yan has the ability to observe the destiny of heaven and earth, and they all hide themselves in front of Yi Yan, so Yi Yan doesn't know much about everyone who has spoken to him.  But he knew in his heart that as long as he was injured or in danger, if there were monks by his side, they would never mind tricking him and then taking away the soul-obsessing eyes from him.  He has seen many monks devouring evil spirits and spells from other monks.  What's more, the soul-stirring demonic eyes on him are considered rare treasures in the world.  In the eyes of the two monks, a giant turtle suddenly appeared in the void where Yi Yan was, squatting in the sky above the eighty-five people, roaring towards the sky, opening its huge mouth,?The cannonball fire in the distance was instantly swallowed into the mouth by the giant turtle, making no sound.  The giant turtle disappeared, and the cannonball seemed to have never fallen.  The two monks were slightly surprised. They saw that Yi Yan's magic was that his soul was integrated into the boundless evil energy, and he used the evil energy to melt the cannonball. This method seemed very simple, but the simpler it looked, the more it seemed.  The methods become more and more clever.  It¡¯s so easy, they think it¡¯s very difficult for them to do it.  Li Xiucheng and the others didn't know that a cannonball had been defused by Yi Yan just now.  These three thousand people are not the main force, most of them are old and weak, and the real strong men among them are the evil soldiers of the other two monks.  There were only more than 400 people in total. Yi Yan's 85 people could certainly be considered the main force, but compared to the other two monks' evil soldiers, the number of people who were engraved with the third talisman was much smaller.  "Bang" Fire appeared in front again, still hitting Yi Yan's army, but the impact point was not Yi Yan's place.  I saw one of the two monks in front suddenly take a deep breath, and his whole body swelled rapidly in the boundless evil spirit. He swelled as big as a giant tree, and the sleeves of his black and yellow robe became wide.  Incomparably, he moved toward the void, and the cannonball had been taken into his sleeves, and finally died silently.  The main force of the Taiping Army in Yong'an City is about more than 10,000 people, and including the elderly and the weak, there are 30,000 to 40,000 people.  It is normal for Yi Yan and his army of more than 3,000 people to lose two shells.  "Kill." Another cry of kill came from the front.  .  With Yi Yan's insightful eyes, he could not see clearly. He could only see the evil fog billowing in front. The Taiping Army in front was already fighting with the Qing Army.  Yi Yan didn¡¯t know what formations the practitioners of the Qing army would set up here. He only knew that he could never break away from the large army, otherwise he would be strangled to dust in an instant.  After a while, his more than 3,000 people also rushed in.  He crashed into the evil spirit that surrounded Yong'an that he had been unable to see through in Yong'an City.  Yi Yan did not charge at the front, but in the middle of the eighty-five people. In front of his eighty-five people were the five people who had already engraved the third talisman.  Li Xiucheng held a long-handled Daguan sword in his hand. The blade was also engraved with talismans by Yi Yan. Not only was his weapon engraved with talismans, but the weapons of the other four were also engraved with talismans.  At this time, there was a faint red light appearing where their palms were holding the weapons. Yi Yan knew best in his heart that this was because the time when they were engraved with the 'Yanghua Essence Talisman' was too short. After a long time, they  Every movement will draw out the sun's essence fire. As long as they can adapt to the sun's essence fire, they will have magical powers that are no less than any evil weapon.  ¡°Ding Ding¡­Dang Dang¡­¡± Their army also collided with the Qing soldiers.  Before Yi Yan could see clearly where the monks from the Qing army who were intercepting him came from and what magical powers they had, another group of men and horses rushed towards them amidst the billowing evil aura.  There are not many people in this group, probably more than a hundred people.  But this is an evil weapon, and the entire evil weapon is also engraved with two talismans.  Wherever those evil soldiers passed, dust was flying. Every step they took seemed to have stepped on the ground, but they would slide forward for a certain distance. The ground seemed to become distorted and unreal under the feet of these evil soldiers.  The vast majority of monks train evil soldiers, and when they inscribe the second talisman, they engrave a talisman similar to the 'Yang-taking Essence Talisman' that can make the evil soldiers manifest magical powers. The advantage of them doing this is that they can do it faster.  The disadvantage of improving the strength of evil soldiers is that evil soldiers may not be able to bear it.  By doing this, Yi Yan can make the evil soldiers grow more steadily. As for whether they will be much weaker in the early stage, it is not necessarily the case.  After all, the second talisman is just to give the evil soldiers new magical powers, while the Ning Shen talisman makes the evil soldiers resistant to some spells that attack the mind.  As soon as Yi Yan saw the appearance of the group of evil soldiers, he knew that this person was prepared to come towards him.  "Little thief, I have been waiting for you for a long time. If you kill my friend, I will take your head today to pay tribute to Zude's spirit in heaven." At the front of the group of evil soldiers was a big man wearing heavy armor.  A heavy khaki gun, wherever he stepped, it seemed as if the entire ground had been plowed, like a farmland being plowed.  If you come here to seek revenge, you will definitely be entangled.  Yi Yan's eighty-five men could not stop in this army of three thousand. He did not care and just let his evil soldiers rush forward, while the other ordinary people became the Qing army's way.  Only the Qing general clashed with his gun, and the people in front of him were like the mud turned up during plowing.??Lie on both sides.  There are also monks blocking the front, and the two monks are already fighting with them.  Yi Yan knew in his heart that the only thing he had to do now was to break out of the encirclement and leave here. Once he got into a fight, he would die.  So Yi Yan sent a message to Li Xiucheng and the others to avoid the battle ahead and move forward without stopping.  Li Xiucheng only hesitated slightly before doing as Yi Yan said. Although Hong Xiuquan's words aroused the crazy murderous intention in his heart, he was not lost because of the Ning Talisman. He still remembered Yi Yan's explanation in his heart:  Everything is just to break out and never get into a fight.  The evil mist was rolling, and wailings and screams arose in the evil mist. However, in just a few steps, those voices disappeared again, as if they were swallowed up by the waves and could not be heard.  Yi Yan turned back and swayed. He had reached the last step of the eighty-five people. He was facing the soldier who came to avenge Zhao Zude. He kept retreating under his feet, but he was always in the middle of the eighty-five.  The last person in the team did not lose even half a point.  "Thieves, suffer death." A yellow light flashed under the Qing army soldier's feet, and his whole body turned into a yellow light and stabbed towards Yi Yan.  At this moment, the Qing army soldier broke away from his own evil soldiers.
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