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A few days later.

The practitioners of Dongzhou camp swarmed in, full of blood, shouting to expel Shura and return our words.

In the camp built to the south of Shura City, there are countless soldiers in Xuanjia. In the white tent, there are people on the left and right sides.

East emperor, ancient moon, North Yang, South Qi

Nine great powers gathered together to talk about the rise and fall of Dongzhou. This is a time of war and chaos, and it will be the generation of heroes of Tianjiao.

What bothers them is that in Shura City, there are practitioners of nine kingdoms and ordinary people who are imprisoned here. At this moment, they don't know whether they are alive or dead. What they need to do now is to save those prisoners!

Linghao sits high in the throne and drinks sometimes. His handsome face makes many girls in the audience wink at him, but he turns a blind eye.

Those beautiful women are all ministers' children, or princesses of a country, without any ordinary people.

"What a fool! Princess Ben is so beautiful. This boy can't be blind." Someone gave Ling Hao a look.

The woman in red said to herself, "it's rare for a hero who is not close to a woman. He is really a man of integrity."

"Isn't it a pity to have a good skin bag like a ascetic monk?"

Many official women, princesses, are talking about Ling Hao in their belly.

Ling Hao, of course, was aware of those flirtatious or provocative expressions.

In the world, the unattainable noble women may be the goddess figures of ordinary people.

But to him, nothing more than four words, vulgar powder.

In Linghao's eyes, there is no comparison with his six wives.

This is just a small episode, and the negotiation and crusade against Shura is still going on. Among them, the nine lords jointly pointed out that we should attract practitioners from Dongzhou to attack the city together.

Ling Hao put forward different suggestions at this time.

"There are hundreds of thousands of powerful soldiers in Shura City, all of them are brave and good at fighting. The practitioners below the Taoist don't need to be recruited, but those above the Taoist don't need to be recruited, no matter the sect or the clan. If they join the Dongzhou camp, all the leaders of the state should treat them with the state religion."

"Mr. Ling, why is this?" the North Yang Lord asked

Sects, clans, these forces are the foundation of a country. All the cultivation resources that the Empire has seized have been given to them. They should not look down on these false names.

"Brother Beiyang, you just don't think for a long time. Mr. Ling's meaning is obvious. What is the state religion? Is the religion of a country comparable to those of the rash sects? In other words, this is to tell those who don't come to join the sect, if you don't come, then the imperial resources will be inclined to many national religions in the future. "

Linghao looked at the Lord of the eastern Kingdom meaningfully and said with a smile, "the Lord of the eastern kingdom is very smart."

The Lord of the eastern empire quickly bowed his hand and said, "Mr. Ling is flattered. I admire you for your devotion."

"Wonderful, wonderful!" "In this way, it's classified. Before that, everyone shared the imperial resources. Now there are differences between the state religion and other sects. I believe that more and more leaders and clan leaders will lead their disciples."

Before that, Linghao was only a monk with a high level in their eyes. He was the kind of strong man who could reach a thousand on the battlefield.

I didn't expect that his strategy could not be matched by the people here. How could such a young man grow up in the future?

I'm very lucky to have him.

Time flies by, half a month has passed.

That night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, frogs and insects are chirping, and the sound is shaking all over the country.

In the camp, Ling Hao sat there, read the book of war, and marched to fight. What he needed was not one man, but all the people working together.

If he is allowed to become a man of the world, he can not kill 100000 soldiers in an instant. What's more, the Shura army will be at the lowest level in the realm of Daojun. There will be a total of 100000 people in Dongzhou. In total, there will be no 100000 Daojun.

There are more than 20000, so this war can only be won by wisdom. At this time, Yang Wuyuan's life and death are hard to predict, and he is still imprisoned in Shura city. If Yang Linglong knew about this, how sad would she be then?

Her grandfather must be saved!

"General, there's a night attack!" The rapid voice sounded from the outside of the tent. Wearing armor, Taiyou knelt down and said, "there are about 20000 Shura troops led by Wei Tianhan. They have already arrived at the camp!"

During the half month period, the leaders of the nine countries unanimously recommended Ling Hao as the general of Zhentian, the commander of Dongzhou army and the leader of Dongzhou practitioners.

Linghao refused at that time. He was more famous than the general of laoshizi. Emperor Taigu, Emperor Haotian, Emperor Taichu, King Jiutian. Now there is another general of Zhentian

It sounds like a fierce general in the world.

However, he could not refuse the joint election of the nine kingdoms. So far, the task of saving the lives of Dongzhou fell on his shoulders.

"Meet."

Linghao spits out two words lightly, then puts down the thread binding book, slowly gets up, and walks towards the tent.

Taiyou follows.

Looking at the night, Linghao said: "demon Longtan, Jiuyou hall, zhuxianmen, ghost cave, call all the leaders of these schools."

"Yes!" Tai you worries.

Because he knows that these four sects represent the peak of Taoism in Dongzhou.

Demon, demon, man, ghost.

"I hope they can work together."

Tai you hurried away.