Ni Shiqi is nearly a hundred years old.
He has the early stage of Golden Elixir cultivation.
After he advanced to Golden Elixir many years ago, he was canonized as King of Puyang by the Lord of Nanzhao.
This old prince had three sons and five daughters, a total of eight children.
The only one who is still alive today is his second son who has no talent and cannot become a cultivator.
The remaining seven children all died in the war city.
Ni Shiqi's talent in cultivation was not very good.
He could no longer make any progress after reaching the early stage of the Golden Elixir.
He has been stuck in the early stage of the Golden Elixir for many years and was the lowest among the princes of Nanzhao.
Fortunately, the battle for the battle city in Nanzhao does not depend on the realm of cultivation, but on bravery and ruthlessness.
Only brave people can climb the towering King's Flag Tower in the battle city.
There is a rule in Nanzhao that every time they fight for the battle city, all cultivators must wear a kind of armor refined by the royal family.
This kind of armor is called the Ultimate Spirit Armor.
Once worn on the body, it will immediately isolate the spiritual power of the cultivator.
Even if you hold a flying sword, you cannot activate it.
It can only be used as a more powerful ordinary sword.
The Jueling Armor, which completely isolates spiritual power, transforms cultivators into mortals, and the fight among mortals only needs to be ruthless and fierce enough.
Cultivating cultivators as mortal warriors and turning them into real tigers was the original intention of the Lord of Nanzhao in setting up the war city.
So the Nanzhao monks who took off their Jueling Armor started fighting with other countries.
When cultivators fight, they can often win the final victory.
Year after year of fighting for the battle city, the number of cultivators in Nanzhao has been small.
However, all cultivators who have experienced several wars have become elites among the monks without exception.
It can be said that in Qingzhou, only cultivators from Only monks in Nanzhao can despise their peers There are three colors of Jueling Armor, green, black, and gold.
Monks in the Qi refining stage wear green armor, foundation stage wears black armor, and princes in the golden elixir realm wear gold armor.
Three different colors of armor suppress the spiritual power from Qi refining to the realm of golden elixir.
Puyang Palace only has one golden armor.
Today, the golden armor that represents the powerful golden elixir is being put on a thin old man. .
King Puyang is already very old.
Years of war and the death of his children have made this old man who should have lived for hundreds of years almost exhausted within a hundred years.
After the heavy armor was neatly draped, the old man's stooped waist became straight again in an instant.
The turbidity in his eyes became clearer against the background of the armor.
King Puyang held his head high in the sound of the armor.
After walking out of the palace, he was still walking like a tiger and a dragon when he went out for the first time.
Years of fighting and fierce battles have long since polished this old man into a stubborn stone.
On the school field outside the palace, yellow sand rolled and war horses neighed.
Soldiers belonging to the Puyang Palace had been waiting for a long time.
There were 50,000 of them.
There were as many as a thousand of these people wearing green armor alone, and those wearing black armor.
There were about a hundred people.
A thousand pieces of green armor represent a thousand Qi Refining Stage monks, while a hundred pieces of black armor represent a hundred Foundation Establishment monks.
Adding in a golden elixir powerhouse, this power is already very terrifying, not to mention there are 50,000 top-helmeted people.
A mortal soldier in armor.
The mortal soldiers in Prince Puyang's Mansion were all strong men, with big shoulders and round waists, and murderous looks on their faces.
When they saw the prince coming out, they immediately returned to their respective teams.
In a short time, the 50,000-strong army was already arranged neatly.
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When cultivators participate in the battle for the war city, they will be rewarded with a large amount of spiritual stones once they win, while ordinary soldiers can get a large amount of money.
With this money, the family will not have to worry about their livelihood, so most of the men in Nanzhao join the army.
He relies on fighting to support his family.
Ni Shiqi looked at the elite soldiers in front of him and shouted loudly: "When the autumn wind rises, the souls of the dead return.
Once a year, there is a battle in the city.
It's time for the sons and daughters to make contributions.
Whether they can improve their cultivation in the coming year and whether their families can be full and healthy depends on it." now" "Wind gale" "Victory over ten thousand" The uniform shouts exploded, and the simultaneous shouts of the fifty thousand troops made the white clouds in the sky scatter a little.
This is the momentum of a brave general.
Ni Shiqi nodded with satisfaction, turned over and mounted a black horse, turned around and said to a middle-aged man guarding the gate of the mansion: "Fight for your father all your life, not for glory and wealth, but to be shrouded in horse leather.
This is the fate of a general.
You can't I can’t inherit the throne through cultivation.
If I die in the battle, you should immediately disband the royal army and leave Nanzhao.
Even if you become a villager in the mountains, you can still leave some incense for the Ni family. " The man named Ni Jian had already burst into tears.
He choked and lowered his head desperately, not daring to let his father see his helpless tears.
As a mortal, he could not assist his father in fighting like other brothers and sisters.
During every war, he could only cower and hide at home, and then watch his relatives leave him one by one.
If you leave me this year, it’s time for you to reach out to your father, right?
Ni Jian's eyes felt a little dark.
His father's body was covered in hidden wounds from years of fighting.
He might not be able to survive this fierce battle.
Perhaps, as his father said, being wrapped in horse leather and dying on the battlefield was his destiny.
Ni Jian is not strong, but today he decided to raise his head and watch his father go to war, even if today next year is his father's memorial day.
Ni Jian's decision today was right.
When he wiped away his tears and raised his head, he not only saw his father's desolate back, but also saw another relative of his.
"Grandpa and Second Uncle" Ni Qiuyu's voice came in the air.
Before Mu Ling's flying boat could land, she hurriedly drew out her flying sword and flew into the school grounds outside the palace in the blink of an eye.
Ni Shiqi's expression was very bad.
The old man was not surprised at all after seeing the junior.
Instead, he reprimanded him coldly: "Go back to Cangyun Sect immediately."
Ni Jian's surprised look immediately froze on his face.
He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't say a word.
Today is the time of the war.
If Ni Qiuyu comes back at this time, he will definitely fight for the Ni family, but his father has already made up his mind to die.
Once Ni Qiuyu joins the war, perhaps his last two relatives, Ni Jian, will return to the underworld.
Ni Jian knew very well that his niece looked strong, but was very kind and weak at heart, and was not suitable for going into battle to kill the enemy like a mortal soldier.
It was because this child was so kind that he was sent to Dapu by King Puyang more than ten years ago.
Become a member of Cangyun Sect.
Compared with Nanzhao, the hidden sect in the mountains is more suitable for a kind-hearted child like Ni Qiuyu to survive.
Killing monsters and hacking enemies are definitely not the same feeling.
Ni Qiuyu stood firmly in front of his grandfather's horse and shouted word by word: "Beijia, Ni Qiuyu joins the battle."
"Go back" Ni Shiqi could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
He suddenly swung his long saber, pointed it directly at Ni Qiuyu's eyebrows, and shouted angrily.
He would not allow his most beloved granddaughter to die on the battlefield.
Ni Qiuyu remained motionless, looking at his grandfather with incomparable strength in his eyes.
Although she is kind-hearted, she is a stubborn woman.
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How can she watch her grandfather go to war and ignore her?
If she can put in more effort, maybe the Puyang Palace will win a big victory this year.
She didn't want to see her grandfather's cold tombstone when she returned to her hometown.
After a long time, Ni Shiqi sighed, looking even older, and said: "My granddaughter has grown up, and it doesn't matter if she goes to war with her grandfather for the last time.
The Ni family has long been in decline, but the momentum of the Ni family will always be there."
They won’t fall down” Following King Puyang's words, the quiet school grounds once again heard loud shouts.
"Wind gale" "Victory over ten thousand" Amidst the roaring shouts, the servants of the palace held out seven pieces of black armor.
The owners of these seven pieces of black armor were the seven children of King Puyang who died in the battle.
Perhaps only Ni Qiuyu was qualified to wear the armor of his elders.
On the body.
Her green-white fingers trembled and picked up a slightly larger piece of armor, which was her biological father's unique armor.
Right in front of Wan Jun, the young woman put on her armor and armor, and soon she became a majestic Female general.
Mu Ling chuckled at the side, raised her hand to grab a piece of black armor, and put it on her body in a few clicks, looking extremely familiar with it.
Bai Yi looked at the two heroic women and took the third piece of black armor with a smile.
Since his friends decided to go into battle, how could he retreat.
Wearing black armor, the originally slim boy turned into a young general in the army.
Bai Yi flipped the saddle and mounted a bay-red horse.
The Jiugong Zhuanyun Sword transformed into a bright silver spear, which he held in his palm.
A young man with a red horse and a black armor, and a young man with a silver spear.
In front of the tens of thousands of troops, the young general in black armor shook his hands and turned over his spear, and was immediately greeted by cheers from the soldiers
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