This martial saint's health bar is too thick

Chapter 542 The whole world is the enemy
grassland.

Sakadze.

Outside the magnificent temple in the center of the city, the square was densely packed with people kneeling.

There is an altar under the white jade statue, on which a shaman in red ritual clothing is casting a spell.

His body was covered with colorful lines, and he was dancing and muttering to himself.

The colorful halo spread outward from the altar, sweeping across the believers in the square and continuing to spread outward.

With the temple as the center, the streets of the entire city were filled with people kneeling.

This was a ceremony attended by the entire city, and it was a funeral for the deceased Huyan Hetai, the first warrior of the Sakaze Temple!
On the grassland, the largest religion is the Manyan religion, which worships the god Man.

The grassland royal court implements a system of combining politics and religion, with religious authority being above royal authority. All successive rulers must be crowned by the Great Man of the Manyan Religion.

Therefore, all the citizens in the city must participate in the funeral of the first warrior of the Sakaze Temple.

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The heavy sound of horns rang out from the temple and spread throughout the city.

After hearing the horn, the people kneeling on the street stood up, holding white cloth in their hands, raised it high to the sky, and shouted sadly:
"Tengget, Yawula——"

"Tengget, Yawula——"

"Tengget, Yawula——"

This is grassland language, meaning 'the soul returns to heaven'.

The shouts of hundreds of thousands of people gradually gathered together, forming a sad song that struck the soul and floated up to the sky!
Outside the temple, on the altar.

Huyan Pushan, the first shaman of the Sakaze Temple, put down the white cloth in his hand and took out a dagger from his arms.

He looked around, and his hoarse voice was not loud, but it could be clearly heard throughout the city:
"Man God's people——"

"Our heroic first warrior of the temple has returned to heaven—"

"He is a warrior who has the hope of becoming a saint, the eagle of Sakaze, and the hope of the grassland—"

Like the Northern Barbarians, the grasslands had also produced martial saints and top-level warriors in the True One Realm.

Whether they are martial saints or strong men in the true realm, they are collectively called saints on the grassland.

But there hasn’t been a saint on the grassland for five hundred years.

Huyan Hetai is a Grandmaster at the pinnacle of the Lidao realm, and is ranked among the top three Grandmasters on the grassland. He is indeed a 'candidate for sainthood' and the hope of the grassland.

"But, the people of Central Plains killed him using despicable means!"

Huyan Pushan roared angrily.

He is the first shaman, a top real person, and also the nephew of Huyan Hetai:

"I, Huyan Pushan, swear in the name of the first shaman of the Sakaze Temple—"

"I must avenge him!!!"

The final ending is like thunder and volcano, resounding in the depths of everyone's soul.

Huyan Pushan raised the dagger high, cut the palm of his left hand with it in front of everyone, and then wiped his face with his bloody left hand.

His face is covered in blood!
On the grassland, this is the 'blood oath', and the fight will not end until one dies!

As he finished this action, the believers kneeling around him also took out the daggers they had prepared long ago, and like him, they cut the palm of their left hand and wiped their faces with blood.

"Sheou!"

People shouted loudly.

In grassland language, it means revenge.

"Sheou!"

"Sheou!"

"Sheou!"

Deafening shouts rang out in every corner of the city.

Shake the clouds.

Mingdu.

The largest city on the grassland, where the grassland royal court is located, and also where the sacred mountain of the Manyuan Sect is located.

The name of Mount Kailash is Mount Kailash.

There is only this sacred mountain on the grassland.

When the sun shines, the entire sacred mountain is bathed in golden light——

Brilliant, sacred and majestic!
Every day when the sun rises, countless devout believers kneel on the ground at the foot of the sacred mountain and kowtow to it.

The temple is located at the highest point on the sacred mountain.

The morning light pierced through the indigo clouds and fell on the crystal white building. The entire temple looked like a piece of white jade left by the gods in the world.

The ten-foot-high prayer wheel was spinning in the strong wind, and the tinkling sound of the copper bells was shattered between the cliffs.

Twelve red-red columns support the flying eaves and brackets, and the gilded vase on the dome is shrouded in mist.

Inside the temple, butter lamps are always burning.

The priests in white robes bowed their heads and saluted the shamans in red robes.

These red-robed shamans walked all the way to the depths of the temple. The priests covered in black robes that they met along the way all knelt down and kowtowed to them.

The levels of the Manyuan Sect, from bottom to top, are the black-robed priest, the white-robed priest, the red-robed shaman, and the highest golden-robed shaman.

Even the lowest-ranking black-clad priest who cannot reveal his face all day long has a very high status on the grassland.

At this moment, these worshippers kneeling on the ground will leave the temple, and there will be more people outside kneeling down to worship them.

Four red-robed shamans walked into a hall in the deepest part of the temple.

In the main hall, in front of a mural engraved with gems and sparkling with golden light, stood a man in a golden robe.

This man had long flowing hair and was not very tall, but when he stood there, he gave people a feeling that he was even more majestic than a sacred mountain!
He is the Great Master of the Manyuan Sect - Qilian Guanshi.

The most noble existence on the grassland, the one who grazes the grassland for God Man!
Qilian Guanshi turned around.

His face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, blurry and unclear, except for his eyes which were particularly clear.

He looked at the four red-robed shamans with loving eyes.

"Your Majesty."

The four red-robed shamans saluted together.

"God bless you."

Qilian Guanshi raised his hand, and a golden light sprinkled on the four people.

Four shamans at the top level of the True Person realm were bathed in divine light. Their true energy became unusually agile, and they had a vague illusion of ascending to heaven and having an audience with all the gods!
The four of them looked at each other, and one of them said happily:

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

Previously, Ning Qingman commented on the strong people in the world, saying that Li Fei was hard to find an opponent at the grandmaster level.

But below the top, there are still some people who can pose a threat to him.

In addition to the princes of the Western Continent, there are several top real people in the Eastern Continent whose strength is extraordinary.

There is no such thing as prince level in the East Continent. Grandmasters and top-level masters are already the limit below the top.

But there are always some people who can break through their limits with special means.

For example, the severely injured Northern Barbarian King, relying on his special beast transformation, was able to surpass the peak of the Li Dao realm and possess combat power comparable to that of a prince.

Another example is this Daman on the grassland. He has reached the state of great perfection of Tiangang and Disha, but because of his special identity, he can break through the limit of his own realm with the help of the power of faith of the Manyan Sect!

The Prairie Royal Court has always been regarded by the Great Blue Dynasty as the most threatening country.

Because the Prairie Royal Court has more than twenty top powerhouses and a million skilled soldiers!

In addition, all the previous Damans on the grassland should not be underestimated.

Therefore, even though the grassland royal court and the two desert kingdoms were as subservient to the Great Blue Dynasty, the Great Blue Dynasty always kept the White Flame Army stationed in the eastern border to intimidate the grassland with its top combat power.

The Prairie Royal Court has always believed that as long as their Da Man can become a saint, the prairie will be able to escape the fate of being a vassal of the Great Blue Dynasty and truly become the overlord!
Qilian Guanshi is the youngest Daman in the history of Manyan Sect and has the highest talent.

Now that his cultivation had shown a trend of further improvement, the shamans present were naturally surprised.

"Your Majesty, have you found the opportunity to become a saint?"

a shaman asked excitedly.

Qilian Guanshi smiled: "Everything is guided by the Man God."

"Man God bless you!"

The four shamans said in unison.

After they calmed down, Qilian Guanshi said:

"Sakaze is ready, what about you?"

"We are willing to fight for Manshen!"

The four red-robed shamans said in unison.

"Okay. Murong Zi has betrayed Manshen. You take my holy order and take him back to the sacred mountain."

Qilian Guanshi said lightly.

But his words were like a bolt of thunder, exploding in the hearts of the four shamans!
In addition to this temple on the sacred mountain, the Manwish Sect has eight other temples.

Murong Zi is the first shaman of Xiangpa Temple.

The other party was very close to the king and had also won over two temple shamans.

Among the eight temples on the grassland, five support Qilian Guanshi, and three stand on the side of the king.

This is the power comparison between theocracy and royal power on the grassland.

Now Qilian Guanshi is actually going to attack Murong Zi directly! Murong Zi is the biggest support of the king and a strong contender for the next Daman.

Once Murong Zi is captured, the power of the king will suffer a severe blow!
The two temple shamans who were won over would probably immediately surrender to the sacred mountain.

"Your Majesty."

The four of them looked up at Qilian Guanshi.

The great monk looked at them with loving eyes and said nothing.

"I will obey the Holy Order!"

A red-robed shaman took the lead.

The other three also bowed their heads.
That night, the four great shamans and their men suddenly descended on the Xiangpa Temple and announced the Holy Order of Daman.

Relying on the formation flags bestowed by Qilian Guanshi, the four of them immediately sealed off the entire temple, cutting off Murong Zi's possibility of escape.

After a fierce battle, Murong Zi was captured by four shamans and taken back to the sacred mountain.

This move immediately caused a stir in the grassland royal court!

The ruler of the country immediately launched the strongest counterattack.

Tuoba Shanhai, the first warrior on the grassland, surrounded the sacred mountain with the strongest Heavenly Wolf Blood Cavalry!
Just when many people thought that an unprecedented war was about to break out on the grassland, Daman Qilian Guanshi went down the mountain alone.

Then a shocking scene appeared -

Tuoba Shanhai took off his helmet and was the first to express his submission to Qilian Guanshi!

Then, ten thousand Heavenly Wolf Blood Riders dismounted from their mounts and knelt on one knee!

The temple's biggest supporter Murong Zi was captured, and the military's biggest reliance Tuoba Shanhai "surrendered to the enemy" with 10,000 Heavenly Wolf Blood Riders.

This is a devastating start!

Not surprisingly, the supporters of the king defected and chose to submit to the sacred mountain.

In just three days, the struggle between religious power and royal power came to an end.

In the end, in this internal struggle, the only top strongmen who died were Murong Zi and two grand masters of the royal family.

The king of the grassland royal court personally climbed the sacred mountain to apologize!
On this day, the voice of Daman Qilian Guanshi came from the sacred mountain:

"Man God's people——"

"A thousand years ago, the men of the grasslands dominated the East, and the sound of our horses' hooves echoed throughout the Central Plains!"

The setting sun was as red as blood, and the Heavenly Wolf Blood Riders surrounding the sacred mountain drew out their swords one after another.

"More than five hundred years ago, the Central Plains Dynasty unified the Eastern Land. They thought they had conquered the grasslands."

"People of Manshen, tell me, have you forgotten the glory of your ancestors?"

One by one, the grassland people walked out of their homes, came to the street, and shouted in the direction of the sacred mountain.

"No! The men of the grassland will never be conquered!"

"Five hundred years is too long. Now, it's time for the sound of our horse's hooves to resound in the Central Plains once again!"

The decree with the golden seal of the king was issued from the sacred mountain, and the knights who delivered the order rushed in all directions with the highest will of the grassland.

Weapons were carried out from the warehouse one by one.

One by one, the war horses were saddled.

The swords were stained with bloodthirsty light, and hot lava burst out from deep underground.

The army is like a mighty river, surging out from the grassland!
July 12, the 7th year of Hongguang.

The grassland royal court launched a war against the Da Lan Dynasty on the grounds that Huyan Hetai, the first warrior of the Sakaze Temple, was killed by Jing'an Marquis Li Fei!
After many years, the Eastern Border of the Great Blue Dynasty once again faced an army of millions of soldiers!
Northern barbarians.

Jinwu Mountain is the headquarters of the Wuri tribe, one of the four powerful tribes in the north.

Inside a tent, a man was sitting on the ground, writing notes on a book with a pen.

He wore a white robe, with his long hair tied up with a hairpin, and had an elegant temperament rarely seen among the northern barbarians.

It was Borchu.

The book he was annotating at the moment was a martial arts secret book he had written himself.

Although the martial arts of the Northern Barbarians are relatively more diverse than those of the Western Continent, in terms of sophistication, they are still not as advanced as those of the Central Plains.

Very few of the tribes have the ability to cultivate the Dao power to the level of creation.

When Borchu was at the martial arts master stage, he challenged all the powerful martial arts masters of the seventeen tribes one by one and witnessed the martial arts of all the tribes.

After becoming a grandmaster, he integrated the martial arts of the seventeen clans and created several unique skills.

After becoming the King of the Northern Barbarians, Borhu was not stingy and passed on all his unique skills to the powerful people who followed him.

Many people in his personal guards had received his teachings.

After the battle ended, the seriously injured Borchu returned to the Wuri tribe with his personal guards.

He no longer mentioned the matter of unifying the Northern Barbarians, but instead, while recovering from his injuries, he compiled his martial arts experience into a book.

A woman wearing a short skirt, with a slender but explosive figure, walked into the tent.

"Your Majesty, father agrees!"

Uyanana said excitedly.

She was the wife of Borhu and the only daughter of the chief of the Wuzhi tribe.

Borchu put down the pen in his hand, turned to look at his wife, and a smile appeared on his face:

"Nana, thanks to you."

Uyanana sat next to Borchu and shook her head:
"Father didn't agree because of me. He believed in you. He believed that only you could become the king of the Northern Barbarians and lead the tribes out of the mountains!"

Borchu was silent.

In the last battle, the great elder of the Wu Ri tribe died, and the great elder of the Huolin tribe also died.

Three of the seventeen tribes of the Northern Barbarians were destroyed!
What's more serious is that when the remaining tribes used their strength to activate the formation, they were hit by Qiming's curse before his death, which caused damage to their luck and caused problems in the formation.

The formation affects current safety, while luck affects future development.

There are problems with the present and future of the Northern Barbarian Tribe!

This series of serious consequences eventually led to Borhu losing the support of the people, and the alliance that he had built with great difficulty collapsed.

Most of his personal guards, which were composed of the elite warriors from various tribes of the northern barbarians, were disbanded as a result.

If there are no changes, even if Borhu recovers from his injuries and his fighting power returns to its peak, his hope of unifying the Northern Barbarians in his lifetime will be slim.

Fortunately, variables appeared one after another!

"Send a message to all the tribes, in my name."

Borchu did not remain silent for long and regained his spirits.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Uyanana stood up and saluted Borhu.

Soon, the rest of the northern barbarian tribes received Borchu's message, including the three tribes whose headquarters were occupied by the Great Blue Dynasty:
"I, Borhu, know that I am no longer worthy of being the king of the Northern Barbarians."

“But my compatriots, we can’t be trapped in the mountains forever, we have to get out!”

"We can't risk our soldiers' lives to raid for food only to barely fill our stomachs."

"Now, the two great desert nations in the south have simultaneously sent troops to attack the Great Blue Dynasty. The grassland royal court in the east has also declared war on the Great Blue Dynasty!"

"On the northern border, the most terrifying Blue Frost Army has been transferred away."

"This is the best chance, and perhaps the only chance for the Northern Barbarians!"

"I, Borhu, ask everyone to trust me again."

"Let's unite and gather everyone's strength. Let's attack the Central Plains together!"

Borhu, the former king of the Northern Barbarians, once again launched an alliance in his personal capacity.

This time, the major tribes may no longer respect him as king.

But everyone's interests are the same -

Go south!

Before the seven countries of the Western Continent landed on the Eastern Continent, the greatest threat to the Great Blue Dynasty was the grassland, followed by the northern barbarians.

Because of the particularity of the geography and their special physique, almost all the people in the Northern Barbarian tribe are soldiers.

The grassland has a million-strong army, and the northern barbarians can also send out a million combat-ready soldiers!

Even if pushed to the limit, there are still two million soldiers!

Moreover, in terms of the number of top-notch warriors, the Northern Barbarians have no fewer than those in the grasslands.

It’s just that because the Northern Barbarians are divided into more than a dozen tribes and are not as unified as the grasslands, the threat is smaller than that of the grasslands.

Now, Borhu once again tried to unify the forces of the northern barbarians.

July 12, the 11th year of Hongguang.

Of the fourteen tribes of the Northern Barbarians, nine chose to join forces and elected Borchu as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces.

The nine tribes each sent out 100,000 troops, forming an army of one million!
At this point, the Da Lan Dynasty was facing the grassland army to the east, fighting against the two major desert countries to the south, and encountering the northern barbarian army to the north.

The envoys from the seven Western Continent countries are making loud demands in Lanling City.

Dragons and snakes rise from the land.

The Great Blue Dynasty has enemies all over the world!

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