Doomsday Sanctuary

Before Di Ping's voice, he heard a loud bang. All the soldiers in the refuge city, including the soldiers on the wall, faced the cemetery and saluted at the same time.

"The heroic spirit returns!"

The tidy and magnificent shouts shook the sky and the earth, even the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be shattered by this soaring momentum, a ray of sunlight sheds on the hero’s cemetery, and the sky is full of brilliance, as if the gods are about to come and bring the entire tomb The garden is rendered like a **** city.

Owen and others walked into the cemetery slowly carrying the coffin, and people could see through the gate that they put the ashes on the surrounding platforms.

"Look, there are words on the stone tablet!"

Suddenly a low cry sounded.

Liang Jianyuan and others looked at the stele, and they were immediately dumbfounded. They saw that there were prominent names on the stele, as if they were typed out.

Everyone who saw it was amazed. The stone stele is all stone. How can the characters appear? They are all carved out.

However, the people of Sanctuary City are relatively calm. There are too many miraculous things in Sanctuary City. What a miraculous stone tablet shows.

Di Ping recites a name every time it appears. His voice is deep and deep, as if Huang Zhongda Lu is shocking, and the majesty is full of excitement, making people excited, as if it is an honor to be recited by him.

Nearly ten thousand warriors in the city of refuge, with excitement and enthusiasm in their eyes, and a deep envy. They seem to be envious of how they didn't die in battle. If they can be famous on it, and can be read by the city lord, what will it be like? Kind of glory.

Sometimes, the inspiration of spiritual power is really unimaginable, like the countless heroes who fought forward and succeeded in the early days of Yan Guo, throwing their heads and blood just for the idea in their hearts, how stupid it is to people now, but at the time, that It is a kind of glory in itself, even if it is a battle death.

From the establishment of the asylum city to the present, nearly five hundred soldiers have been on the list for nearly half an hour, but no one is anxious, no one exits, they are all listening in silence.

After chanting the last name, Di Ping's voice circulated for a long time in the city of refuge. He slowly turned around, a pair of bright eyes from the mask.

"Sacrifice the flag!"

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he shouted.

"Sacrifice the flag!"

The soldiers also shouted in unison, shaking the sky.

Sacrifice the flag! What is this going to do?

The persons in charge of the major bases, including Liang Jianyuan and several families in Kyoto, looked at each other and did not understand what Di Ping meant.

Li Wenhai suddenly had a bad feeling, as if something bad was about to happen.

As expected, when he saw a team of soldiers walking towards this side under eight men, he saw Xu Xingbang and Feng Yongnian. When he saw the last person, he was stunned. It was not Li Zexin. Who.

He blankly watched the eight people kneel down in front of the stone tablet, and a few soldiers came behind them with the ghost knife in their hands as sharp as cold moon.

"Ze Xin...Liang...Director, he...Is this going to kill?"

Li Wenhai understood in an instant, his heart felt like being caught by someone, and he panicked. He suddenly grabbed Liang Jianyuan and shouted.

Liang Jianyuan was also stunned. He didn't expect that Di Ping caught Li Zexin and the others and didn't deal with it, because he had been prepared to sacrifice the flag here.

He was awakened by Li Wenhai and hurriedly prepared to step forward to see if he could persuade Di Ping to stop this **** scene.

"Stay back!"

Just as he moved, the soldier in the front row suddenly looked at him, with his hand on the handle of the knife, his eyes lingering murderously and full of warnings.

Being forced by these fighters, Liang Jianyuan had to stop. He hurriedly called out to Di Ping: "City Lord Di, please be merciful, don't be confused!"

"Di...City Lord, Zexin is still a child, and he is not guilty of death! We compensate, and please let him go. Our Li family will definitely compensate!"

Di Ping slowly turned his gaze to look at the two men, his eyes bright as a moon, and he said loudly, "Son, the hundreds of soldiers who died in the Sanctuary City are not someone else's children. Are they deserved to die? There are thousands of dead and wounded. People, what is their sin, should they die?"

"Here......."

Liang Jianyuan and Li Wenhai were perspired by Di Ping's sonorous tone and majestic voice, and could not say a word.

"City Lord! Can't let them go and avenge our relatives who died tragically!"

At this time, some people shouted in disorder.

This sentence seemed to stoke a hornet's nest, and immediately countless people in the crowd shouted:

"Vengeance revenge..."

For a time the entire city gathered into one voice, and that was revenge.