The night is silent.

As all the troops in the west of the Song Dynasty were rushing into the heart of the Jin Kingdom, the troops in the northern part of the Song Dynasty secretly strengthened patrols. Not only did the scope of the scouts' patrols tripled, but a large number of fully armed elite troops were mobilized from the hinterlands of the Jiangnan and Huainan routes.

Although it was already night, looking from the north, all the important military towns located on the border of Song and Meng were brightly lit. Teams of soldiers patrolled back and forth with iron halberds, and tall sentry towers were densely distributed around the city.

Starting from the Song-Mongolia border, it is the capital of Juye City, Jeju.

The cultural history of Jeju has a long history. The Confucian saint Confucius, the sub-saint Mencius, the saint Yan Hui, and the historian Zuo Qiuming were all born here. Before the Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Jin Kingdom, Yingtian Academy, one of the four major academies of the Song Dynasty, was located here.

However, later the Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed, the Jin Dynasty and Mongolia went south to occupy this city one after another. Everyone from the main courtyard to the students fought hard to fight the enemy, and eventually the whole family was destroyed, and the academy was completely reduced to history.

However, although it has been destroyed, I was moved by the loyalty and courage of Yingtian Academy. The Mongolian Khan Torre ordered people to keep the ruins of Yingtian Academy. The local government also sent people to clean up every month. From time to time, some scholars who went out to visit us to worship the ancestors who had been bravely executed.

However, two years ago, for some reason, Yingtian Academy was closed by the local government. Not only did it not allow others to enter, but it also flattened all buildings within a radius of three thousand feet to the ground. A tall city wall was built along the surroundings, and thousands of elite soldiers wearing strong and holding sharp edges were stationed.

At first, the government's practice also attracted protests from many local Song people. However, after several consecutive brutal suppression, people also acknowledged the practice of the closed academy.

On this day and night, when the Song Dynasty soldiers on the border of Song and Mongolia were still patrolling without any knowledge, the entire Juye City was filled with people, hundreds of thousands of elite cavalrymen with exquisite armor and swords and bows entered the city from different directions, filling the entire city with a full capacity.

As early as half a month ago, the people in the city had already left Juye under the strong threat of the local government garrison and were arranged to live in nearby counties and towns for temporary residence. So at this moment, with a large number of troops entering the city, there was only this huge army of 80,000 left in the entire city.

In the Yingtian Academy in the center, several figures of magnificent aura stood side by side.

Mengge, Kublai Khan, Hulagu, Alibug, and the four princes of the Mongolian dynasty were also together with Ogedei and Badu, who were not present. They were both Pingzhang political affairs of the six major provinces in Mongolia, and were in charge of military and political affairs of the major provinces respectively.

Mongolia is different from the Jin Kingdom. Since the Jin Emperor is only in his early forties, the younger generation of royal families such as Wanyan Emperor Yi and Wanyan Fuchan are mostly young people in their twenties.

However, the Mongolian Khan Torre is the son of Genghis Khan. Now he is over 60 years old and still occupies the throne of the emperor. Even though he is almost forty years old, he still belongs to the prince.

Standing in the ruins of Yingtian Academy, there are four other princes, including Mengge, who are most respected among the princes, because they are not only the bloodline of the Golden Family, but also the Pingzhang political affairs of a province, but also the royal and prince-level powerhouses with seven-level cultivation.

In front of the four people, Long Cheng wore a high crown and a white robe embroidered with countless dark gold talismans. He bent down to salute the hall behind the main entrance of the academy with respect.

After bowing three times in a row, Long Cheng stood up again, glanced at the four people behind him, and asked calmly: "All the princes' soldiers are already here, right?"

"It's all here, boy, how long will it take for you to send us?"

The person who spoke was Alibuge, the seventh prince of the Mongolian dynasty. This man was thin, with sunken eyes, an eagle nose like a hook, and a sharp and sharp eyes. He was as gloomy and terrifying as a vulture.

Long Cheng smiled when he heard this, looked at the starry sky above his head, and said calmly: "About half an hour, it's enough."

"It's best," Brother Alibu raised his hand, slowly clenched his nails covered with mud, and said grimly, "Otherwise, your thin skin and tender flesh may not be able to hold on to my rotten soil, right?"

Seeing him threatening, Long Cheng narrowed his eyes and smiled suddenly: "The teleportation spiritual array may not be accurate in percentage. Perhaps, when teleporting the army under the seventh prince, it may deviate from hundreds of miles and appear in Hangzhou?"

Ali Buge's eyes suddenly became sharp, but with a smile, Kublai Khan stepped a step between the two, blocking the murderous intent that suddenly arose on Ali Buge.

Looking at Ali Bu Ge, Kublai Khan said with a smile: "Lao Qi, Mr. Long is my man. If you attack him, don't you give me the fourth brother a good face, right?"

"Face?" Rushing his fingers slowly, Ali Bu Ge's eyes flashed from time to time. After a long time, he slowly suppressed his murderous intent and said with a smile, "For the sake of my father, I will not be skeptical about you and you today, but after pacifying the Southern Song Dynasty, I, Ali Bu Ge, will definitely discuss this matter with you."

While the few people were arguing, Mengge and Hulagu were always watching coldly. Until now, they calmed down. Mengge slowly said: "Okay, time is tight, don't delay too much. Mr. Long, please do it."

Long Cheng nodded and quickly walked to the center of the courtyard. When he brushed his sleeves down, he saw a spiritual seal slowly float out and landed on the ground.

Silently, it was like a drop of ink falling into a clear water pond. The spiritual patterns shining with dark golden light began from this point and continued to spread along the ground to the surroundings. However, in a blink of an eye, thousands of spiritual patterns filled with the academy formed nine talismans full of ancient, profound and mysterious.

When the nine talismans were perfectly arranged in accordance with the nine-grid grid, they suddenly closed together and formed a larger, but deeper and mysterious spiritual seal, like a giant beast that opened its mouth and sucked it hard with all its strength. All the spiritual energy in a radius of 180 miles was instantly swallowed by a whale, and it turned into countless torrents of colors such as red, orange, red, green, blue, indigo and purple in the world, illuminating the entire Giant Wild City as if it had just been washed with colorful dyes.

As the surging and vast spiritual energy that even turned into tides continued to sink into the spiritual seal, a halo suddenly appeared on the edge of the spiritual seal that originally occupied the entire Yingtian Academy site, like buds blooming, like branches of flowing water, dense dark golden spiritual patterns derived from the halos several feet thick, like countless golden snakes spreading around.

Gradually, these golden snake-like spiritual patterns are no longer limited to the ground, but are slowly raised, pouring into the surrounding air like a dragon raising its head, winding and twisting, and spiraling, sometimes twisting and complex as astronomical stars, and sometimes spread neatly like a page of regular script.

When these dark golden auras had just spread out from Yingtian Academy, the densely packed troops around couldn't help but feel an uproar. Countless soldiers looked at the golden threads that seemed to emerge after the cracks in the void, and were in a hurry to retreat outside the city.

"Quiet!"

Suddenly, Mengge's burly figure soared from the academy. After circulating his true energy, he roared, which made the entire Juye City silent. Behind him, a scimitar martial soul hundreds of feet high appeared, which intimidated everyone with the terrifying seven-level aura.

Seeing the eldest prince appearing, the generals came back to their senses and quickly comforted the soldiers and horses under their command, allowing the countless golden threads to spread over, "penetrating" their bodies one by one like a phantom.

A few brave soldiers saw these dense golden lines that were spread like spider webs, and even penetrated their bodies. They couldn't help but use a scimitar to cut a few golden lines. The positions on the golden lines that were cut by the blade did not change at all except for the ripples that had broken into pieces.

In the ruins of Yingtian Academy, Long Cheng opened his arms, and his spiritual consciousness kept sinking into the ever-expanding spiritual seal under his feet, just like an ancient child operating a precision instrument that only existed in the 21st century. It may not be too difficult, but it requires him to concentrate and not relax at all.

The more precise the instrument is, the less it cannot produce any mistakes. If a little problem occurs, it is likely to have a domino-like effect, resulting in a complete collapse of the entire instrument.

This is the case at this moment. This spiritual array that enveloped the entire Juye City was created bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by Long Cheng, starting two years ago, and it is completely integrated into all the mysteries about space in his inheritance.

Unlike other large magic arrays, the magic array that Long Cheng controls at this moment does not require external interference. For Long Cheng, who has been promoted to the sixth realm and practices space spiritual methods, he can treat the entire world as his helper and calmly absorb spiritual energy from the void.

However, this magic array is too huge, so huge that even Long Cheng, as a master of the Sixth Realm Sect, still needs to be careful and not have any mistakes.

For half an hour, all the spiritual energy in the radius of 180 miles was swallowed by this magic circle, transforming into a mysterious force that was agile but extremely heavy, gradually turning into a dark golden stream of light, evenly dispersing to the edge of the entire Juye City, as if using a spoon to dig out the flesh. This force actually slowly pulled the entire Juye City out of this world.

Feeling the endless chaotic air flow in the void hitting like a tide, Long Cheng's eyebrows flashed, and a throne carved from countless dark golden spirit crystals appeared under him.

The Throne of the Void! The secret treasure of the ancient Void lineage has the mysterious effect of manipulating space and suppressing the world.

With the Throne of Void, Long Chengxun controlled the mysterious power that wrapped around Juye City, and carried the entire city through the vast void and headed south.

I don’t know how long it took until the chaotic air flow around suddenly disappeared, and everyone’s vision was suddenly illuminated by the bright sunshine. The entire Juye City appeared out of thin air in a plain. With a bang, the force of the city falling to the ground made the radius of tens of thousands of miles shake continuously, and a large number of peaks collapsed and rolled up smoke.

However, although an extremely terrifying earthquake occurred, the people in Juye City could not feel any vibration due to the mysterious power outside, and even the wind did not change.

Sitting on the throne of void, Long Cheng slowly rose into the sky, overlooking the scenery of a radius of thousands of feet. Suddenly, his sleeves flicked, and the mysterious power originally wrapped in it suddenly swept across it, and all of them were sank into the throne under him, making the dark golden light in it more crystal clear.

Although 80% of the loss was lost during the teleportation process, the remaining space power still greatly improved Long Cheng and the Void Throne.

Feeling his understanding of the void becoming more and more profound, Long Cheng smiled slightly, looked at the 800,000 troops in the city, and said aloud: "What are the four princes waiting for? Come out! This is the hinterland of the Song Dynasty. Go south, west, and east, the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Song Dynasty are under your horse's hooves!"

After a moment of silence, four loud and joyful laughter suddenly echoed for thousands of miles. The four princes, Mengge, Kublai, Alibuge, and Xulagu, rose into the air, rushed out of Juye City with 200,000 troops, and bravely entered the territory of the Song Dynasty.

Seeing the army scattered, Long Cheng's original smile slightly restrained and turned to look north. He knew that the Song Dynasty mobilized a large number of elite troops from its hinterland to the border. If it was really a head-on battle, the 800,000 troops alone would not have any idea of ​​breaking through the defense line. But who would have thought that he could lead the 800,000 troops to the hinterland of the Song Dynasty.

"My mission has been completed. Let's go to Hunan for a walk. I have been back from time to time. I haven't been to my hometown yet."

As he murmured like this, Long Cheng laughed, and the light of the Void Throne under him flashed. After he rolled up, he went straight into the void and disappeared.
Chapter completed!