Jiangzhou Luohan, the main altar of the Destiny Alliance.

Military intelligence documents from all sides were sent to the Chengjun Palace like snowflakes. Facing the fact that his side was retreating steadily, Lezheng Longhua's expression became increasingly gloomy.

"I didn't expect those people to be so useless, they actually expected to become the heroes of my country's restoration."

Yue Zheng Long Hua swept away the letters on the table, stood up and said to Li Ying who was standing beside him: "Chen Lin's army is advancing at a rapid pace, but the people below are still fighting for money and food. It's really ridiculous."

Lian Ying stepped forward and put his robe on him: "We underestimated the combat power of Tiannan Camp and Tianbei Camp, failed to weaken their strength before the decisive battle on the Gyeonggi Plain, and failed to eliminate several big figures in the imperial capital.

Chen Yechen, the right minister who presided over the decisive battle, was a great talent. After investigating his resume, we found that he had participated in Mu Zhiren's Northern Expeditionary Army during the Beining period and served successively as staff general, Marching Sima, and the Mochizuki Coup. When Mu Qingxuan seized power, Chen Yechen was already a member of the Northern Expeditionary Army.

A famous general."

"Is it too late to kill him now?"

"I'm afraid it's too late." Li Ying shook his head, "The current defeat cannot be reversed by the death of one person."

"I think so. We can't count on the defeated generals in the hands of Jiangzhou Governor, but we still have a chance to give it a try."

"The leader wants to use Wu Lie's blood?"

Lezheng Longhua nodded: "Go and see how Fang Wurui is preparing."

After the battle in Qingdu, the remaining members of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect were defeated and scattered, but Fang Wurui still had the formula of the Blood of Martial Arts in his hands. After the Dragon Blood Sect was resurrected through the foundation of the Destiny Alliance, Fang Wurui seized the time under the instructions of Lezheng Longhua.

A potion that produces the blood of warriors.

At this time, the underground of the Destiny Alliance had been turned into a workshop for producing Wu Lie's blood. When Le Zheng Long Hua and Li Ying found Fang Wu Rui, he was trying to adjust the formula to enhance the efficacy of the medicine.

"How's it going?" Lezheng Longhua glanced at the people in the cages nearby. They were the members of the Destiny Alliance who Fang Wurui used to test the efficacy of the medicine.

Fang Wurui shook his head: "The same level of medicine used by Wangui Sect before can be recreated. This is no problem, but my attempts to increase the strength have failed."

"How many medicines of the Wangui Sect's level are currently in stock?"

"We can serve a thousand people by tonight."

"It's not enough." Yue Zheng Longhua expressed his dissatisfaction without concealment, "One thousand people is far from enough!"

Fang Wurui hesitated and said: "The number of disciples of the Destiny Alliance that the leader can directly control now is only about a thousand, right?"

Lezheng Longhua smiled: "There are more than 100,000 households in Luohan."

"The leader wants to send everyone in the city of Luohan to the battlefield?" Fang Wurui was surprised, "But the medicine used by the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect will not completely take away the sanity of the users, and there is no way to control them at the moment."

"That's why I want more powerful medicine, just like the medicine Song Jiuhe used in Minchang County!" Lezheng Longhua said with fists, "It's really ironic that your Wangui Sect has spent so many years on the medicine.

The toxicity has been reduced and it has become stable, but now it is of no use since the waves are down."

Lian Ying looked at him and said worriedly: "Leader, think twice, this approach may be very unpopular..."

"History is written by the victors. As long as we finally conquer the world, these things can be erased with just a few strokes." Yue Zheng Longhua said lightly.

"But will the people of Luohan remember that the leader hopes to build the foundation of the new Yun Kingdom in the abyss of blood and hatred?"

"It doesn't matter, dead people can't talk."

Li Ying sighed, lowered his head and stopped arguing with him.

Lezheng Longhua then left the underground Wu Lie Blood Workshop. Fang Wurui returned to his desk and continued playing with all kinds of rare medicinal materials. He said to Li Ying who was still here: "This is the first time I have seen Da

It's really rare for a priest and a leader to argue with red faces."

"Does the Ghost Lord think that it's pretentious for someone like me, who has followed the leader all the way, to say such words now?"

"I guess the high priest knows the leader better than I do."

Yan Ying did not answer, but raised his head and looked at the sky that did not exist, and the same vast blue color appeared in his heart.

"Looking at Qingdu's shared adversity, I dare to advise you that the current situation is extremely irreversible and it's still too late to get out." Fang Wurui's words contained a half-deprecating smile.

"Since the ghost master sees everything clearly, why are you still trying here?"

Fang Wurui replied without thinking: "I have had a grudge with the Desolate Sect for a long time, and I have nowhere to go."

"So it's not that you don't want to leave but that you can't leave?"

"Is the high priest going to say these words to the leader?"

Lian Ying smiled and shook his head: "Looking at Qingdu's stance of sharing the same adversity, forget it."

Fang Wurui's work did not stop, and the conversation with Yan Ying continued: "The leader wants to restore the country, I already know this, but I am still curious, high priest, what do you want?"

"A thought." She folded her arms and leaned against the wall and sighed, "Back then, I failed to assist Crown Prince Mo Ze to bring a bright future to Yunlu. After the collapse of the Yun Empire, a century of separatist wars ushered in. Looking back on that war

It was an unforgettable journey, and I blame the failure on the womanly kindness and indecisiveness upheld by myself and the Crown Prince."

"So this time you chose someone like the leader who is decisive and ruthless in killing?" Fang Wurui smiled.

Yan Ying didn't say anything, which was regarded as acquiescence to his words.

"So have you got the answer now? Will the leader be better than the person you assisted back then?"

"The answer is no longer important." She turned around and prepared to leave, "I will follow the leader to the end."

"I remember that the high priest has a body that is invulnerable to all poisons, right?" Fang Wurui suddenly changed the subject.

Li Ying was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Yes, Crown Prince Mo Ze once gave me dragon blood."

"When Song Jiuhe first developed the Blood of Wu Lie, he used a rare bloodline inherited from the Ye family of Shuofang. The descendants of the Ye family who inherited that bloodline awakened under certain conditions and were like ghosts and gods."

"I've heard that he has strength, speed and reflexes that far exceed those of ordinary people. He has an almost beast-like killing instinct and crisis intuition on the battlefield."

Fang Wurui continued: "It is said that the descendants of the Ye family can see the thread connecting the enemy's life on the battlefield."

"The thread connecting the enemy's life?"

"As long as you follow the guidance of the line, killing people will be as smooth as flowing water."

Lian Ying smiled: "At this time, does the ghost master still expect us to find such a descendant of the Ye family for you to collect blood?"

Fang Wurui said: "I hope the high priest can provide me with some blood and treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor."

"Dragon blood is highly poisonous to ordinary people." Although Lian Ying said this, he still took a bowl from the table in front of Fang Wurui, and then he happily made a cut in his palm and drained the blood onto the bowl.

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"But there are also people who can drink dragon blood and survive, right?"

Lian Ying nodded solemnly, remembering the Sword in the Cloud that was supposed to die under the vortex cloud in Qingdu.

"The leader did not hesitate to sacrifice the entire city of Lohan as sacrifices in this battle to found the country. Even if dragon blood is a narrow escape, he still has to try it." Fang Wurui's tone contained a hint of madness.
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