Chapter 12 I, Lin Beihe, am loyal and virtuous Two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and the 50 troops under Lin Beihe's command have been well trained.
At exactly this time, Guan Fei and Zhang Yu brought back news.
All major sects have sent their elites to the Great Power Site.
"Then the next step is to send out troops and declare war."
Lin Beihe looked into the distance. In the past two months, apart from training the army in front of him, he also did not give up his own practice.
With Zhang Yu, Guan Fei, two monks joining.
Finally, he no longer had to hold only the most simple and superficial "Huang Ting Sutra" in his hands.
In the mortal dynasty, there are three, six or nine levels of princes, generals, ministers, and common people.
The same goes for the cultivation world.
There are first-rate, second-rate, third-rate, and even lower-level sects.
Such a sect can almost be said to be no longer a sect.
Except for one ancestor, the entire sect has no more disciples than one hand.
The Sihai Sect, on the other hand, is ranked among the second and third tier.
It's not a particularly powerful sect, but it's not completely without a presence.
The Four Seas Sect was originally established by a group of casual cultivators. Because they came from all over the world, they got the name of the Four Seas Sect.
Therefore, most of the unique skills in his sect come from all over the world.
Lin Beihe selected a few sword arts among them to practice, and finally did not have to fight the enemy with bare hands.
"Right, I almost forgot."
"There are rewards in the system."
Lin Beihe suddenly remembered that the troop training tasks issued by the system had been completed, so he quickly settled the matter in his mind.
[Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the training mission, and rewards are being distributed to you]
[Ding, you have obtained the innate spiritual treasure from the prehistoric world, the Immortal Trap Formation (formation diagram)]
[Ding, you have obtained the grass-character sword art from the perfect world, grade: top grade]
Hearing the notification sound in his mind, Lin Beihe's eyes suddenly lit up like stars.
After all, these two things were famous in the world before he traveled.
The Immortal Trap Formation is a peerless formation from the prehistoric world.
Even the saint is trapped in it and cannot escape.
Not to mention the grass-character sword tactics.
It is one of the sword techniques practiced by the Arrogant Eternal Desolate Heaven Emperor.
The two work together, both offensively and defensively.
Rounding it all off, wouldn’t he be invincible?
Da da da.
At this time, there was a slight sound of footsteps.
"Who?"
Lin Beihe noticed on the spot and instinctively swung his sword.
Grass word swordsmanship.
A sharp sword energy swept out.
In an instant, he was slashing towards the door.
"no one?"
When Lin Beihe arrived, the figure had disappeared, but he found a note on the ground.
The moment he picked up the note and saw clearly what was on it.
Lin Beihe's pupils were shocked.
Qianqing Palace.
"How is it, Mr. Wu, did you send the note to Lin Beihe?"
Wu Mingyue asked anxiously.
Recently, Dazhou has clearly discovered that there are suddenly many monks who are very rare to see on weekdays.
Even at the foot of the Imperial City, melees between monks broke out from time to time.
She had a hunch that maybe the scene in the simulation screen was about to appear.
She must make complete preparations before this happens.
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, the slave family watched Prime Minister Lin pick up the note before leaving."
Eunuch Wu replied with a smile.
"Great!" Wu Mingyue jumped up excitedly.
Eunuch Wu, however, looked down at his sleeves leaking blood with fear in his eyes.
He didn't expect Lin Beihe's progress to be so rapid.
the next day...
"Let you Empress Zhou come out to see me!" An arrogant and domineering voice came from the sky.
A huge building ship came across the void and docked on the imperial city.
On the deck of the building, there stood a young man in white clothes, standing with his hands behind his back.
"Who dares to invade my city of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"
A guard commander shouted angrily, drawing his sword and pointing it at the ship.
"Bold!"
Next to the young man in white, an old man stepped out, raised his hand and struck out with a palm, killing the commander of the Imperial Guard with a bang.
The loss of a human life seems worthless to the old man.
His face was indifferent, looking coldly at the entire Imperial City of Zhou Dynasty.
"A worldly ant dares to offend the power of Zhenwu."
Top Immortal Sect, True Martial Sect?
barracks.
Lin Beihe fell into deep thought as he listened to the news from the spies.
According to his original plan, while the elites from various sects gathered at the Great Neng Ruins.
He quietly led an army of 50 people to raid their hometown.
Fight for war.
Gradually cannibalize those who remain.
But yesterday's note made him change his mind.
The message on the note told him that if he left the imperial city, the country would be destroyed immediately.
In the end, he will die at the hands of a scholar in white.
Although it is unclear who left the note.
But Lin Beihe has always advocated a point of view: it is better to believe that something exists than to believe something does not exist.
However, he changed his plan and stationed 50 troops near the imperial city. Among them, [-] elite soldiers were inserted into the imperial guards.
If there is any sign of trouble, 50 troops will rush into the imperial city in an instant.
"Yes, brother, Zhenwu Sect is one of the four top immortal sects in Zhongzhou. Let's run."
Unlike Lin Beihe's calmness, the two brothers Zhang Yu and Guan Fei were as anxious as ants in a hot pot.
Walking around the camp.
"If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. Now that we have 50 troops, we have a good chance of starting over."
Guan Fei persuaded Lin Beihe.
"Okay, second brother and third brother, you don't need to say any more, I won't leave."
Lin Beihe waved his hand and interrupted the two brothers.
Zhang Yu and Guan Fei looked at each other again, their eyes full of confusion.
"Brother, don't you want to be the emperor yourself?"
"Once the little empress dies, there will be no more orthodoxy in the world. With your ability, big brother, it will not be difficult to re-establish the Dalin Dynasty."
Make a fool of yourself, I am a traitor, not a rebel.
If the little empress dies, my system will be useless.
What is a traitor?
The emperor takes the blame and I enjoy the blessing.
The emperor blocked the sword, and I still enjoyed the blessing.
The emperor lies dead. Alas, the next emperor will continue to enjoy the blessings.
How good is it to be an emperor?There are endless memorials to be done every day, endless people's livelihood needs to be dealt with, and we must always be on guard against the various princes and kings who may rebel at any time.
But being a traitor doesn't have so many trivial matters.
Secretly develop your power and enjoy the happiness of one person and more than ten thousand people.
"That's enough, second and third brothers, don't mention this matter again. How can I, Lin Beihe, be a loyal and virtuous person who abandons the country and rebels."
Lin Beihe said seriously.
Zhang Yu and Guan Fei were startled.
But since Lin Beihe said so, they naturally did not dare to disobey.
In fact, Lin Beihe had already had a chance of winning. Now that the powerful ruins have appeared, the capable monks will naturally not give up the opportunity to snatch the rare treasure.
There are only two types of people who can spare the time to travel to the mortal dynasty to show off their power.
One type is the lower-level sects who know that they have no chance of finding exotic treasures.
But now it is known that the other party is a disciple of Zhenwu Sect.
This category is directly excluded.
That leaves only the second category, which is a second-generation ancestor.
(End of this chapter)