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Chen Mo held up a long sword, moved his wrist lightly, pointed the broken Cangmang Capital, and made a deafening roar: "In the 212th year of the Tianlong calendar, the Southern Army will destroy Cangmang! The soldiers, the hatred of nearly eighty years is over, it's time to end! Kill!"

"kill!"

The soldiers of the Southern Xinjiang Army rushed towards the vast capital like a tide.

This scene made all the dragons tremble all over when they were excited, and also made the remaining soldiers of the Cangmang Kingdom and the Cangmang Kingdom Lord Ji Shengtian’s scalp numb, and the despair couldn’t help but appear in their eyes.

"I claim to be a victory over the world, hahaha..."

Ji Shengtian's hair is already gray, and he looks very old compared to the past.

He disheveled his hair, held a sharp blade, and laughed wildly.

Seeing the Southern Xinjiang army rushing towards him, defense circles were broken through, and vast soldiers and vast people were slaughtered. He put the sharp blade on his neck.

"Tianlong! The king will succeed and the enemy will lose! I never thought I did anything wrong! If you destroy me today, someone will be able to destroy the dragon tomorrow! I will keep watching that day come!"

Puff...

Blood splattered.

The king of the Cangmang Kingdom, Ji Shengtian, committed suicide.

The battle turned into a massacre.

This king of southern Xinjiang was quite cruel. Anyone who dared to resist would be slaughtered.

And the surrendered were all marked with slaves on their faces.

From then on, these barbarians were no longer the people of Cangmang Kingdom, but were called Cangmang slaves.

Because the barbarians are burly and have a lot of strength, it is a very good choice to be used as coolies. The vast slaves on the market are very popular. The stronger the guy, the better the price they can sell.

But similarly, the stronger the Cangmang slave, the more threatening it is. If you are not strong enough, you have to beware of Cangmang slave killing your master.

Not long after, Chen Mo obtained the jade seal of Cangmang Kingdom from a surrendered prince, as well as the Jiuli Pot, the Nation-Transmission Artifact, and the Nation-Transmission Artifact, which originally belonged to the forbidden country but was later obtained by Cangmang, the Nuwa Stone.

In the illusory light curtain, Chen Mo faced the camera, held up the vast jade seal and smiled calmly: "The vast has been destroyed, the people of Tianlong have done what the Southern Xinjiang promised!"

"The King of Southern Xinjiang is mighty!"

"The King of Southern Xinjiang is invincible!"

"King of Southern Xinjiang! King of Southern Xinjiang! King of Southern Xinjiang..."

In the Tianlong and Jiuzhou, tens of billions of people cheered constantly, deafeningly.

Qiu Yuxuan's expression was quite entertaining.

Chen Mo has a very loud voice, even more popular than Shen Zhuo and Xu Yi.

But he is indeed capable.

Chen Mo did what Xu Yi did not do.

"The King of Southern Xinjiang is really powerful, even stronger than the former King of Southern Xu Mutian!"

Qiu Yuxuan heard someone say this.

"I think this is hard to say. I can only say that southern Xinjiang is good. With southern Xinjiang in the east sea, the north and north borders of the west and north of the East China Sea, there is no need for the three major war zones to exist."

"This is...justified!"

"Hahaha, this Southern King is much more powerful than the previous Southern King. Let me tell you that the Southern King entered Nanjiang at the age of 18. It took four years to destroy Cangmang. How many years have the former Southern King Xu Mutian fought with Cangmang?"

“…”

Qiu Yuxuan shook his head.

The Tianlong, who Xu Yi was always guarding, seemed to remember him.

The new face has changed to the old man, so it has been like this since time immemorial.

Buzz...

Shortly after the illusionary light curtain disappeared, the illusionary figure of Emperor Jiu appeared in the Tianlong Jiuzhou.

"The people of Tianlong, congratulate the Southern Xinjiang King Chen Mo for destroying Cangmang and making unparalleled contributions! When the Southern Xinjiang King returns, the emperor will open a state banquet in Tianlong Tower and reduce taxes for three years! The world is amnesty, and the whole world will celebrate together!"

"The king of the country is wise!"

Qiu Yuxuan originally wanted to go to the palace to find Di Jiu's.

But she gave up.

She really wanted to see the King of Southern Xinjiang, Chen Mo.

"This beauty."

A sound suddenly sounded beside Qiu Yuxuan's ears.

Looking up slightly, Qiu Yuxuan saw a disgusting face.

This is a young man, dressed very gorgeously, with a greasy and powdery appearance, and he is a perfect second-generation playboy.

"My father Liu Dong, are you lucky enough to invite you to have lunch together?"

Qiu Yuxuan smiled: "Who is Liu Dong?"

The young man was stunned: "Don't you know who my father is? The Prime Minister and Deputy Subordinator of the dynasty!"

"This official is very big?"

"You are the second rank, are you big?"

The young man was slightly stunned: "Wait, do you actually know this?"

In an instant, the young man's pupils shrank slightly and he shouted: "Come here! There is a thousand-spirited spy here!"

Swish!

Soon, two men in uniforms walked quickly, looking cold: "Please show your identity certificate."

"Proof of Identity?"

Qiu Yuxuan shook his head: "Forget it, I don't have time to play with you, let's go first."

After the words came, Qiu Yuxuan took one step and disappeared.

The young man and both uniforms were stunned on the spot.

This person will not see him, is he a ghost?

Xiyuan War Zone.

Qiu Yuxuan took a step forward and saw the Xiyuan Shenshan that was still standing in the distance.

The Muyi River flows endlessly, just like thirteen years ago.

Ma Wucheng, there are quite a big changes.

Qiu Yuxuan silently walked into the Xiyuan War Zone and saw the galloping Xiyuan soldiers in training.

The towering Xiyuan Palace is different from that back then.

It was burned into ruins when it was invaded by the Qianling Kingdom and was rebuilt.

"Drink, ha..."

An eleven-year-old girl, holding a wooden sword, was practicing martial arts in a pretty good manner.

Next to the little girl, there was a burly figure.

He was wearing a white royal robe, with his hands on his back, looking at the little girl kindly, but in his rough voice he spoke gentle words: "Xiaoyi, don't be younger than yourself, you are still young, your strength is growing slowly bit by bite, and you can't become a fat man."

"I know, daddy, you are so annoying, you are talking nonsense, like an old man." The little girl said impatiently.

Qiu Hentian was very embarrassed.

The dignified King of Xiling is above the vast Tianlong Kingdom (the king of the country, the king of the north is the king of Shen Zhuo), and above the millions.

The most fierce existence, the king with the strongest murderous intent, is afraid of people and scared of ghosts.

Only this little daughter has never felt afraid of him for a moment.

Shaking his head, Qiu Hentian still had a doting smile on his face.

"My king."

A middle-aged man, wearing a gray long gown and holding a feather fan, walked over.

Hou Yuanqin, the first strategist in Xiyuan.

He has grown a lot, but he also seems more calm and extraordinary, with a very strategic attitude.

"Sir Hou, is there anything wrong?"

"It's something, can I move forward?"

Qiu Hentian looked at Qiu Yuyi, who was still working hard to practice martial arts, nodded and said, "Let's go."

"Father...Uncle Hou..."
To be continued...