I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

In just a few days, the Nanhua Dynasty mobilized hundreds of thousands of troops from all over the country to reinforce the border war.

In front of the hillside.

Nanhua head coach Qin Mingrui, wearing armor, stood on a high place and looked into the distance. He was absolutely confident of this battle.

The sources of his confidence are, firstly, his own strength, and secondly, the strong national strength of the Nanhua Dynasty.

As for the Great Yuan Dao Zun?

Although the stories sounded miraculous, Qin Mingrui didn't believe in the legends about moving mountains and filling the sea, or overcoming disasters with one's physical body.

Just think of it as a rumor spread by the Yuan Dynasty to build momentum for the Taoist Master.

Although the fact that the coalition forces of the seven dynasties were defeated was there, Qin Mingrui simply regarded it as the mercy of God for the Yuan Dynasty.

It is a fact that the Great Yuan Daoist Master is very powerful, and it is also a fact that the Xianyue Holy Land closed its gates and abandoned the Nanhua Dynasty.

It seemed as if the scales of victory had begun to tilt towards the Yuan Dynasty.

But Qin Mingrui has not given up yet, because he still has the last trump card.

A gleam of brilliance flashed in the eyes of this battle-hardened general.

At this time, a personal attendant came quickly.

"General, your order has been fulfilled."

Qin Mingrui nodded slightly when he heard this and turned to look in the direction of the main tent of the army.

"With the souls of my millions of soldiers as our foundation, if we lose this battle, even if I, Qin Mingrui, go to hell, I will crawl out again to settle accounts with you!"

He whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

Ten days later.

The news spread throughout the Nanhua Dynasty at an extremely fast speed.

The Holy Land of Xianyue was destroyed by the hands of the Great Yuan Daoist Master!

This news swept across South China and several surrounding countries like a hurricane.

Countless martial artists who did not believe the news rushed to the gate of the Xianyue Holy Land to find out the truth.

When they saw that the white mist that lingered in Baiyue Valley all year round disappeared, the gate of the holy land seemed to have experienced a great war and turned into broken walls and ruins.

And when the sect, which was originally known as a fairyland, was stained red with blood and countless broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, they finally believed it.

When this matter was confirmed, the vast martial arts world seemed to be thrown into a huge rock, causing huge waves.

Countless weak sects that had been oppressed by the Xianyue Holy Land for many years came to the ancestral tablets to offer sacrifices, and told their ancestors the news with tears in their eyes.

Some warriors who had been wanted by the Holy Land of the Moon for many years ran over to report their escape, completely bidding farewell to their days of hiding and living in fear every day.

At the same time, the name of Dayuan Daozun was also heard by many warriors under the deliberate promotion of people such as Flower Fairy Master Zhichan.

Although Yan Xiu's astonishing deeds were widely spread in the Yuan Dynasty, only a few people in the martial arts world of the Nanhua Dynasty knew his name.

After receiving Yan Xiu's orders, these people naturally spared no effort to spread the name of Da Yuan Dao Zun.

After all, he gave me a pill that could increase my cultivation by twenty years when they first met. If I worked hard, wouldn't the reward from him be even more generous?

Without the Xianyue Holy Land, the sects in the Nanhua martial arts world have gradually become active, with the intention of reshuffle this martial arts world.

The Nanhua Dynasty also realized that the situation seemed a little out of control. Although the court intended to suppress the news, it was powerless.

When the emperor learned of the situation, he was furious and executed more than ten officials who were incompetent.

But this could not stop the news from spreading rapidly within South China.

When the news reached the army, it caused quite a stir.

Although Qin Mingrui suppressed the news in time, he also realized that if things dragged on, things might get worse.

As long as the battle is victorious and the army returns to the court, the good news of defeating the Yuan Dynasty will inevitably overshadow the previous news of the destruction of the Xianyue Holy Land, and the entire Nanhua Dynasty will be immersed in this joy.

Therefore, now not only Qin Mingrui, but the entire Nanhua Dynasty needs a victory.

Three days later.

When the two dynasties' millions of armies faced each other, waves of murderous aura were overwhelming. Even Qin Mingrui, a veteran and victorious general, felt a little dazed.

A war of this magnitude is probably rare in history.

"General, general."

Qin Mingrui came to his senses only after his close attendants called him several times.

His out-of-focus eyes gradually became focused, regaining their eagle-like and wolf-like gaze.

Qin Mingrui slowly drew out the sword from his waist, pointed it fiercely at the Yuan army in front of him that was also ready to attack, and shouted angrily by encouraging his own cultivation.

"My men, today's battle is of vital importance to the fate of our Nanhua nation. We must win and not lose. Soldiers, raise your swords and mount your horses, and swear to destroy the enemy!"

"Drum roll, march!"

The sound of drums was deafening, the roars of the soldiers gathered here and dispersed the clouds in the sky, and the swords and armor collided with each other, making clanging sounds.

Looking down from the clouds, millions of troops formed a black steel torrent and slowly advanced.

The water surface of the depression rippled with every impact of the iron hoof.

clang!

The sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out, followed by the dull sound of a blade penetrating into the body.

A large head spun several times in the air, and the headless body staggered and fell into the depression.

The originally clear water source gradually turned deep red after absorbing the hot blood of the soldiers, emitting a fishy smell.

Just one encounter cost countless soldiers their lives on the battlefield.

An hour later.

The ruthless fighting on the battlefield continues.

Qin Mingrui's eyes were as sharp as torches, always watching for possible changes.

When the two armies faced each other, he had handed over the command to his trusted deputy general.

In his opinion, the strength of Da Yuan and Nanhua were not on the same level, so there was no need for him to take action.

But his mind was not on the battlefield, but on waiting for someone to appear.

The Great Yuan Daoist Master.

As long as Dayuan Daozun dares to show up, his ambush will come in handy.

As time went by, the situation on the battlefield was exactly as he had expected.

The Yuan army began to show signs of defeat.

Qin Mingrui immediately gave orders, asking the front-line soldiers to press forward step by step, determined to force the Great Yuan Dao Zun to show up as quickly as possible.

Another hour later.

Signs of the Yuan army's retreat became increasingly obvious.

Despite this, there was not a trace of fear on their faces.

Because they knew that Dao Zun would come to save them.

When the battle line was pushed forward by Nanhua soldiers for several miles, Dao Zun still did not appear.

Qin Mingrui narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sneer on his lips.

"Da Yuan Dao Zun, if you don't show up again, all the foundation that Da Yuan has worked so hard to build up over the years will be gone!"

Qin Mingrui immediately gave orders again, and the speed of the Nanhua army's advance increased even more.

Just as the Yuan soldiers were fighting bloody battles, a figure they had been waiting for for a long time finally appeared in their sight.

"Dao Zun, Dao Zun is here!"

"Hahaha, you Nanhua thief, prepare to die!"

"The Dao Zun alone can destroy your Nanhua dynasty, why don't you just prepare to be killed!"

When Yan Xiu's figure appeared in everyone's sight, Qin Mingrui's eyes finally changed.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, staring at the otherworldly and graceful figure, muttering to himself.