Now there are no loyal ministers and good generals left in Suidu City.

Therefore, Feng Rong promised to be the king of Qingwu, but no one raised any objections.

Wa Qingluan laughed even more, making the branches tremble in a smug manner, and her eyes were full of water.

Alas, it's just a king.

With the original intention of Wa Qingluan's heart now, if Feng Rong was not her son, she would have wished Qingwu would have sat on the throne.

Qingwu smiled gently and charmingly with a favored eunuch, who should have been careful and reserved, but with a hint of a little arrogant attitude. From the corner of his eyes, he occasionally swept over Wa Qingluan, and the faint light in his pupils flashed.

All the messy and undeserved emotions in Wa Qingluan's heart were immediately completely wiped out.

She became the ruthless and scheming empress dowager again, and began to plan for whether Feng Rong's throne was firmly planned.

"Your Majesty, no one of the traitors outside the city can be spared." Wa Qingluan said word by word: "It's a good thing that they took the initiative to jump out this time. If you beat them all in one go, your Majesty's country will be truly eternal."

"The eternal country like an iron barrel, combined with Your Majesty's immortality, is the true supreme divine emperor." Wa Qingluan calmly analyzed the power of Feng Rong.

"I know, please don't worry, mother, they can't escape." Feng Rong narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent like a blade: "Let's wait until the defensive formation of Suidu will wipe away their sharpness, I..."

Feng Rong still has confidence in his heart.

No matter how strong your Xiahou Wuming is, how powerful the other group of old guys have, how much power, how many soldiers and horses he controls, the defensive formation of Suidu is enough to block them outside the city.

As long as this "Turkey Formation" in Suidu is not broken, just watch the army under Xiahou Wuming slowly lose.

They're almost dead.

Feng Rong looked up and looked at the sky. In the sky, thousands of disc-shaped secret treasures were floating quietly. They would extract the souls of all the dead, and their bloodlines were used to condense into the sacrifices needed by the "Gods of Heaven and Earth".

When they die almost, Feng Rong starts the final ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, so that he can live forever, and at the same time, he can also have talent higher than Feng Entropy, and directly have more powerful cultivation magic power than Feng Entropy.

From then on, the country will be forever solid and immortal.

Feng Rong smiled, his whole body trembling slightly, smiling.

Outside the city, a low sound of war drums sounded. At first, Xiahou Wuming beat the drums himself and urged the formation. Soon, in the "Yi Zheng" camp, countless war drums sounded, and the evil aura rushed straight to the sky. Above the military formations, fire dragons, fire phoenixes, fire eagles, and fire horses were all gathering rapidly.

Because of the fire fire, the evil spirits condensed by the military formation of the Sui Dynasty are all birds and beasts with various flame attributes.

This is also the characteristic of the Sui Dynasty military formation, which is very different from the Wu tribe witch formation under Wu Tie's command and the various military formations of the Wu Kingdom.

Countless archers from all directions raised their strong bows and crossbows, and heard the sound of "Hulala", which was like a hurricane rising from the ground, and arrows from all directions were densely packed like dark clouds, rushing towards Suidu overwhelmingly.

Above Shudu, Feng Rong laughed loudly: "Arrow formation? Is it useful?"

Feng Rong raised the imperial seal he carried with him and waved his hand lightly: "The formation of torch is passed down from fire, open it with all your strength!"

From Feng Rong's chest, a ball of flint fire as big as a water tank flew out, emitting countless lights to the fire everywhere. These places are all the eyes of the array of the torch and the fire. When the fire fell, the whole of the fire would spew out soft flames.

The torch is passed down from generation to generation, and its power is endless.

With the fire as the foundation, the entire fire will burn, and all the emperors, generals, officers, soldiers and people in the Shudu City will become the fuel for this formation.

Anyone who confronts the people will be unscathed in this fire.

Any invading enemy, especially the demons and monsters in all directions, will turn into ashes in this fire.

Just an arrow... Feng Rong smiled reservedly, just an arrow, no arrow could fly into the silence half a step.

The next moment, a low explosion sound came from all over Shudu.

The array eyes shattered, array altars shattered, and the arrays used to carry the power of flint fire exploded and pieces flew all over the sky. The huge flint fire legend array spread throughout the entire Suicun City, which had been properly arranged in the protection of the country since the founding of the Suicun Dynasty, collapsed on the spot.

Feng Rong was stunned. The black clouds condensed from arrows from high altitude roared and fell, accurately turning into a huge square, covering the entire imperial city.

Those who stay in the imperial city are Feng Rong's hardcore confidants.

No one expected that the torch would collapse, and no one expected that the arrow formation would cover the entire imperial city so crazy.

Countless civil and military officials and imperial guards who were loyal to Feng Rong were gathering around the imperial city, reorganizing and preparing for various wars. Many eunuchs were carrying imperial guards, opening the doors of warehouses like mad dogs to check.

When the arrows fell, the howling sounded endlessly.

The buildings of the imperial city were strong enough to block countless arrows. The guards, eunuchs, civil and military officials, etc. standing outside the palace were like scattered poles in the rainstorm, wailing and falling to the ground one by one.

Few people can react, and few people can sacrifice their defensive secret treasures in time. It’s really because the arrow attacks are too abrupt.

The torch passed down from generation to generation, and it broke inexplicably.

"Xiahou Wuming, old thief!" Feng Rong Chuli was angry. Looking at his deceased and wounded subordinates, he spit out blood again: "You, you, you...when are you!"

Xiahou Wuming smiled lowly while beating the drum: "King of Jin, Your Highness Feng Rong, don't forget that in the past 100,000 years, the torch has been passed down from generation to generation, and I have always been responsible for maintaining it."

"Since I have emptied all the food, weapons, and even the firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea in Suidu, guess... Did I remove the torch array and replace it with the damaged and eliminated waste goods?"

Feng Rong's body shaking, and a mouthful of blood spurted away again.

Xiahou Wuming said calmly: "Your Highness Feng Rong, you are really not the material for the Divine Emperor... If you were your Highness Feng En, if he had suspicious of the old minister, he would have completely cleaned up all the affairs that the old minister had been responsible for and controlled over the years. The old minister's seal and orders would have been tried countless times before he could send it out."

"What do you think of the God Emperor should be?"

Xiahou Wuming shook his head: "Do you think you are a qualified divine emperor?"
Chapter completed!