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Di Ting once asked Zhu Moye where he was going. Zhu Moye thought for a while and decided to go to Chang'an first: "Let's go to Chang'an."

"Yes." Di Ting obeyed Zhu Moye's words without any objection and carried Zhu Moye to Chang'an. Chang'an was very far away from here. If it weren't for Di Ting, it would take a lot of effort for Zhu Moye to go there by himself.

Gao Village is even farther away from Chang'an. At this moment, Zhu Moye suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness. This feeling suddenly appeared in the sky at this time. He was afraid that something had happened below.

"Go down and take a look." Despite this, Zhu Moye did not ignore the sudden uneasiness and gave an order to Di Ting under him.

Di Ting followed Zhu Moye's instructions and slowly descended. After taking in the desolate scene before him, Zhu Moye was a little stunned: "Where is this place?"

The people before him were pale and thin, looking as if they hadn't eaten a full meal in a long time. However, what Zhu Moye couldn't understand was that these people seemed to be the people of the Tang Dynasty. When did they become so hungry? "Ding, did you go the wrong way?"

Although Di Ting is a divine beast, it is possible for it to get lost. Therefore, Zhu Moye immediately blamed this on Di Ting, and even sounded like he wanted to tease it.

After hearing Zhu Moye's words, Di Ting immediately became dissatisfied. In its eyes, it obviously thought that this was not its own fault.

At this moment, Zhu Moye saw a scene in the distance. He and Di Ting were standing on the top of a mountain. It was very easy for Zhu Moye to see the scene below clearly.

A group of people in strange clothes broke into the village below. Those people who Zhu Moye had just thought were citizens of the Tang Dynasty but were pale and thin immediately fled in fear.

However, the group of people in strange clothes laughed wildly, rode their horses around the village, trampled on the villagers' bowls and pots but didn't care, and even started bullying the women who were not as strong as men.

Zhu Moye frowned as he watched the women crying below. He hadn't figured out what was going on yet. He seemed to have arrived at the border of the Tang Dynasty. These people before him looked unrestrained and might not even be Tang soldiers. Finally, one man couldn't help himself and rushed forward, only to be pierced by a spear and pinned to the ground. He still looked at his tormentors with resentment.

"Listen, come with me." Seeing these people acting so recklessly, Zhu Moye finally couldn't help himself. He was the Emperor of Man, how could he allow these people to be so presumptuous to the people of the Tang Dynasty? Although these were people of the Tang Dynasty, they were Han Chinese by blood. Zhu Moye couldn't stand foreigners to abuse his own land, and it seemed as if violent blood was burning in his body.

"Yes, Master." Di Ting didn't understand why, but he still followed Zhu Moye down obediently, shrinking his body into a white puppy and quickly keeping up with Zhu Moye's pace. Although Di Ting didn't know why Zhu Moye became so angry after seeing the abuse of those people below, he could clearly feel the anger in Zhu Moye's heart.

A strong gust of wind blew from the sky, startling the people who were laughing and insulting the Tang people below them. When they looked up, their heads flew off their necks. Zhu Moye stood on the rooftop with a grim expression, looking at the people below with a hint of anger.

These people dared to come and bully the people. It was really hateful. Zhu Moye had a cold face. The body of the emperor dragon provided Zhu Moye with infinite power. The one in front of him was just a small cavalry, and Zhu Moye strangled them on the spot without saying a word.

Those people felt bewildered when they died. After all, in their eyes, they probably thought they had just rushed over and had lost consciousness before they could attack Zhu Moye. In this situation, Zhu Moye found a few people and realized that there were many cavalrymen like him.

"These Turks, the Tang soldiers can't defeat them. Their horses run too fast, and we can't catch up." The people were very simple and honest. Even though their homes had suffered great damage, they still didn't complain at all. However, when they mentioned that the Tang soldiers couldn't defeat them, their eyes dimmed slightly.

"I understand." Upon hearing this, Zhu Moye's face darkened, and he understood the description of the people in front of him a little better. However, under such circumstances, he felt it was necessary to teach them a lesson.

"Hey, benefactor, huh?" The people were very afraid of Zhu Moye. They had no idea whether the Zhu Moye in front of them was a human or a god. When they looked up again, they found that Zhu Moye had disappeared.

At this time, Zhu Moye was riding on Di Ting and saw the same scene in another village.

It was like a replica of the village just now, except that this one was much larger. It was obvious that the previous cavalry was simply separated from this large group of troops.

"Go down." Zhu Moye patted Di Ting, then slowly descended. Someone noticed something was wrong and looked alert: "Who are you?"

"You are not qualified to know." As soon as Zhu Moye landed, he saw the situation clearly. The people's homes were burned, killed and looted, and the pain on their faces had become numb. It was the despair of knowing that reinforcements would not come, and they were just hiding blindly.

Chapter 550 Killing the Turks

"Who are you? How dare you!" A man was chasing the mother and son in front of him, but suddenly found a Zhu Moye appeared in front of him, glaring at him and scolding him.

"Die." Zhu Moye didn't waste any more words. He opened his palm and, through the void, the man's throat tightened, as if someone had pinched his throat out of thin air. He could no longer make a sound. Staring at Zhu Moye in horror, the man knew that all this was caused by Zhu Moye, but when he wanted to beg for mercy, it was too late.

Zhu Moye clenched his palms slightly, then exerted force, and the man's head tilted to one side. He was lifeless and dead.

"Someone come here." Looking at Zhu Moye in front of them, the Turkic people who had just acted extremely vicious and seemed to want to kill him as if he were nothing, now started to shout loudly. They had a lot of people, at least dozens of them. Seeing that Zhu Moye was alone, although he had great kung fu, he could not defeat the overwhelming number of people.

They wanted to have strength in numbers, so Zhu Moye just took a casual glance and understood their intention.

It was too obvious, so Zhu Moye turned around and killed all of them on the spot. There were corpses all over the ground, but not a trace of blood stained Zhu Moye's robe.

Standing among the corpses all over the ground, Zhu Moye had a serious expression at this time, and his whole body exuded an awe-inspiring temperament that made people dare not wait and see. As the Emperor of Man, killing these Turks was as easy as killing a few small ants for Zhu Moye, and it was not a trivial matter worthy of his concern.

What made Zhu Moye furious was that these unarmed people had to suffer harassment and insults from these Turks.

"Are you okay?" Looking at the mother and son in front of him, the mother was already very old, so Zhu Moye personally stepped forward and helped her up.

"Thank you, benefactor. My son, please kowtow to me." Although the old lady was old, she knew everything clearly in her mind. She knew that Zhu Moye had just saved her and her son's life. She immediately asked her son to kowtow to Zhu Moye to express his gratitude.

The child was still young, about fourteen or fifteen years old, and very obedient. After hearing his mother's words, his knees immediately softened and he wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Zhu Moye.

But an invisible force in the air supported the child's legs. The child looked at Zhu Moye in front of him with a blank look. Although he didn't know what this magical force was, he knew that it must have been Zhu Moye who did it.

"A man's knees are made of gold. Don't kneel down to me. You will have to protect your mother on your own in the future." Zhu Moye looked at the child in front of him and said calmly. There were many people who knelt down to Zhu Moye. He didn't care about the kneeling of one or two people, even though they were very pious. But when Zhu Moye's words reached the child's ears, his originally confused eyes became clearer, and his words became more resounding: "Yes, thank you, sir."

The child didn't know what Zhu Moye's identity was, but he knew that Zhu Moye must be an important figure, so he simply called him "Sir".

"Yeah." Zhu Moye didn't say much, but his mother beside him looked at the changes in her child and became more grateful to Zhu Moye.

"Thank you for saving me." Just as Zhu Moye was talking to the mother and son, all the other survivors came to his back. They were all rescued by Zhu Moye just now. When they saw Zhu Moye turned around, they immediately knelt on the ground and said words of gratitude to him respectfully. Zhu Moye nodded lightly. After asking about the situation, he realized that these Turks had been harassing the people here for a long time.

The local Tang Dynasty garrison was powerless. These Turks rode fast horses and came and went like the wind. The communication capabilities of that era were still too backward.

By the time they received the news and rushed over, these Turks had already committed their crimes and those who had escaped had disappeared.

Over time, the Tang Dynasty garrison troops, unable to capture anyone and powerless to do anything, simply stopped moving and allowed the people to be bullied. This made the Turks more arrogant and the people's situation even more miserable.

After listening to these people's narration, Zhu Moye had a better understanding of the situation here, and an idea came to his mind. However, looking up at the people in front of him, Zhu Moye hesitated: "Does anyone know where these Turkic camps are?"

These Turks were not well dressed and were probably not regular soldiers. They might be roving bandits.

Sure enough, Zhu Moye's actions just now made those people who had fallen into numbness come back to their senses slightly. Looking at Zhu Moye in front of them, their expressions became more and more excited. They obviously knew that all this was caused by Zhu Moye in front of them. In fact, if Zhu Moye had not taken action just now, they also knew the consequences. Therefore, no one sympathized with the dead people lying on the ground.

If Zhu Moye had not killed these vicious Turks, they would be the ones lying on the ground now.

"I know." A young man said timidly to Zhu Moye.

"Okay, take me there." Zhu Moye brought two Turkic horses. The owners of the horses had died, so these horses had lost their masters, but they still stayed in the same place. They looked very obedient and were easy to control.

The young man could also ride a horse. The mother and child that Zhu Moye had just rescued were his relatives. After hearing Zhu Moye's thoughts, he immediately stood up and wanted to help.

After all, this young man was a native of this place, so it wasn't too difficult for him to lead Zhu Moye to find the Turkic group's residence, especially in this situation. The young man himself hated the Turkic people to the core, so he offered his help without reservation.

Having just witnessed the nonchalant manner in which Zhu Moye killed people, the young man's blood boiled at the idea of ​​this noble man wanting to personally wipe out the Turks.

With the young man leading the way, Zhu Moye found this place in no time.

"Sir, the Turkic camp is behind this valley." After bringing Zhu Moye to the place, the young man immediately dismounted and explained to Zhu Moye.

Chapter 551: Cutting out the roots

"Okay, you wait for me here." Zhu Moye looked at the young man next to him, and seeing that he was very young, he told him to wait outside.

"Sir, I want to go in with you." The young man was worried about Zhu Moye in front of him. He thought that even if he couldn't go in, he could still block a sword for Zhu Moye.

"...it's rare for you to have such a heart." Zhu Moye knew that his coming alone to the Turkic camp would probably be seen as either madness or fantasy by those who didn't know. It was hard to believe that this young man was so loyal. Even in such a situation, he was still willing to follow him, truly forgetting his own life or death.

"Then come in with me." The moment Zhu Moye walked in, he was discovered by the Turks. They had already realized that something was wrong because the small team had not returned yet.

When Zhu Moye saw the scale of these Turks in front of him, he was slightly surprised. It seemed that this was the base camp of these Turks. There were thousands of people here, and the tents were endless. He didn't know how many people lived here. It was like a small town.

The Turkic people living here have been fighting with the border garrisons of the Tang Dynasty for many years, and have developed the ability to be tough and resilient. As the saying goes, they are a bunch of desperadoes.

These desperadoes were not interested in who Zhu Moye was, but they couldn't help but feel wary when they saw that the clothes he was wearing were very valuable.

"Brother, this man killed our brothers." There was also a leader among the Turks, and one of them pointed at Zhu Moye and whispered.

"Brothers, go ahead." The Turks were quite cunning. Seeing that Zhu Moye dared to break in here alone with a young man, they secretly became alert and did not forget to let others go first.

However, the leader was also extremely confident. Apart from anything else, there were at least thousands of people in the camp. It would only take a few minutes to overwhelm Zhu Moye. As for the possibility of losing, how could that be possible?

In this situation, Zhu Moye seemed to be doomed to fail. The young man behind him saw that the situation was not good and immediately stood in front of Zhu Moye: "Sir, please leave quickly. There are many more people than we imagined."

"It's okay." Zhu Moye shook his head. Facing the Turks who were rushing towards him with knives, he simply opened his arms. Someone had already rushed in front of Zhu Moye and slashed at him with a knife. His clothes were not torn, and the sound of metal was heard when the sword slashed at him.

"How is this possible!" The Turks widened their eyes. The people who came later were confused and saw that Zhu Moye did not dodge. They were even more delighted and came forward to kill Zhu Moye.

"How can I allow you to be so presumptuous?" Zhu Moye frowned. Seeing the fierce flames in these people's eyes, he knew what they were thinking. With a few simple words, he directly attracted their attention.

After the Emperor Dragon's body reached a higher level, Zhu Moye had not used it. Now it was just the right time to use these Turks in front of him to test the extent of his progress in martial arts.

Endless dragon power surged in his body. Zhu Moye waved his hand slightly, and three-foot waves arose even without wind. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the valley.

Dragons can soar in the clouds and ride on mist, and have the ability to call the wind and rain. After Zhu Moye's imperial dragon body was cultivated to a new level, Zhu Moye's body already had some dragon-like characteristics, and his every move and gesture had the aura of an ancient dragon man.

The Human Emperor, the emperor's clothes are called dragon robes, with a five-clawed golden dragon pattern on it. That is Zhu Moye's fate, and it has an invisible fit with the body of the Emperor Dragon.

When Zhu Moye used this skill, it unleashed unprecedented destructive power. These Turks had never encountered such a situation before. In just a moment, the situation became turbulent and changed rapidly.

All they could hear were the screams of their companions. They wanted to move forward with their knives, but they could not move an inch. The wind was blowing so hard that Zhu Moye only had to stand still to cause widespread grief. With just those few blows, most of these Turks were killed or injured. They were originally so arrogant, but now they could only lie on the ground dying.

However, Zhu Moye knew very well that to cut the grass, one must root it out. Moreover, even though these people fell to the ground, they were still staggering and wanted to kill him, which made Zhu Moye determined to make this decision.

With a wave of his hand, the strong wind in the valley stopped instantly. Those people were still wondering where the strong wind came from, but now they looked at Zhu Moye in horror. Even a fool would know that this was all summoned by Zhu Moye.

"It's a pity that there is no Sanjiu Heavenly Tribulation, otherwise these people can be turned into ashes directly by the thunder tribulation." Zhu Moye suddenly thought of the heavenly tribulation, but after thinking about it, he could only laugh. How cruel was this heavenly tribulation? How could it be such a coincidence?

Having said that, Zhu Moye had no interest in toying with these people. He had just witnessed the new changes in the Emperor Dragon's body and was too lazy to continue. There was a bonfire in the camp, and Zhu Moye cast a little spell, which was enough to spread the fire quickly. The valley was not small, but it was full of tents. If he wanted the fire to spread, a little trick was enough. Therefore, when Zhu Moye did it, he had no psychological scruples.

If it were the Samadhi True Fire, it would be enough to digest these people's souls. This method was too insidious and violated the harmony of nature. Zhu Moye did not intend to use it unless it was necessary. These ordinary fires were enough to burn these people alive and burn them in this valley.

The fire spread and some people struggled to escape, but with Zhu Moye here, how could anyone escape from here?

Under such circumstances, the valley before us seemed like a purgatory on earth, which was frightening to look at.

"It's just purgatory on earth, how can it compare to Avici Hell?" Zhu Moye looked at the scene in front of him, but his heart did not change at all. The emperor's heart was as hard as a rock. He had traveled to the sky and the underworld and witnessed the real eighteen levels of hell. How could the scene before him be compared with it?

Chapter 552: Talented People and Hermits

What's more, what these Turks did in the past was no less cruel than their brutality. Each and every one of their crimes was so chilling that calling them human beings was an insult to the word "human".

Under such circumstances, Zhu Moye had no regrets about killing them. To call them human beings was an exaggeration. Even the young man who had been standing next to Chonglou had no sympathy for the miserable plight of the Turks. It was obvious that he was filled with hatred for them.

"Okay, let's go." If the fire continued to burn, it would take several hours. After making sure that everyone inside was dead, Zhu Moye turned around and said to the young man behind him.

"Yes, sir." The young man immediately followed.

It was not until Zhu Moye and the young man had left for a long time that someone noticed the abnormality in the valley and reported it to the Tang Dynasty garrison at the border.

After the investigation, it was confirmed that all the Turkic people who had caused so much trouble to the Tang soldiers had died in the battle. This great news immediately made the general delighted. God had mercy on him. At his age, he had lost so much hair because of these Turkic people in the past two years that he was almost bald. But when he received such great news, he was really happy.

At this time, Zhu Moye returned with the young man and gave him both horses. After all, in this era, there was nothing to register. The horses were also a fortune. The young man thanked him profusely and left, only secretly noting down Zhu Moye's name and appearance. The people who stayed behind were also grateful after hearing about Zhu Moye's deeds.

You have to know that none of the common people living here have not been harmed by the Turks, and Zhu Moye can be said to have helped them solve a cancer.

Zhu Moye accepted everyone's thanks and was about to leave when he saw a man riding a horse at full speed.

"Please stay!" the man, riding his horse, couldn't help but shout from his seat. Di Ting transformed into a small white dog and followed Zhu Moye beside him. He witnessed Zhu Moye's calm demeanor as he killed people, and couldn't help but feel even more in awe of his master. Compared to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Zhu Moye's cunning was undoubtedly more profound, especially in his actions, where he was truly decisive and ruthless, leaving no one to neglect him.

But at this moment, Zhu Moye had forgotten what he had done before. Seeing the man rushing towards him at full speed, he was still a little confused: "Who are you?"

"I am..." The man was stunned when he saw Zhu Moye in front of him. It was obvious that the master he imagined did not fit the image of Zhu Moye in front of him. If it was replaced by the face of another chivalrous warrior, or an old Taoist priest in his sixties, it would seem more reasonable than the handsome and extraordinary young man in front of him.

However, what made this man dare not be presumptuous was that Zhu Moye had a noble temperament, which clearly showed that he was not an ordinary person. Therefore, he immediately and respectfully told Zhu Moye the purpose of his visit.

This matter is actually very simple. After hearing that Zhu Moye had single-handedly annihilated the Turks, the general guarding the border immediately ordered his men to rush over at full speed. This method of conveying information was the ultimate of human beings at that time. He finally caught up with Zhu Moye before he left. After seeing Zhu Moye, the messenger immediately told him that the general hoped to ask for a reward for Zhu Moye and hoped that Zhu Moye could go to Chang'an to meet the emperor.

"As for this matter, I will go to Chang'an. Let's forget about meeting your general for now." Upon hearing this, Zhu Moye shook his head indifferently. He took Di Ting and left.

"This..." The messenger was stunned. He had obviously not expected this to happen. He had originally thought that Zhu Moye would agree to accompany him to see the general, but he did not expect that Zhu Moye would not play by the rules at all and would do things as he pleased. Without a single reason, he simply rejected the general. This bold move really made the messenger sweat.

But Zhu Moye wanted to leave, and the messenger did not dare to say a word. He also knew a little about the inside story. Although the young man in front of him was young, he relied on his own strength to kill thousands of Turks in the valley. How many people could do such a thing?

Under such circumstances, how could he dare to express any reaction to Zhu Moye in front of him? He couldn't beat him, and he couldn't offend him. Naturally, he could only watch Zhu Moye's figure float away.

As for what to say after returning, the messenger was open-minded and just told the truth. What else could he do?

When he returned, he told the general about Zhu Moye's reply. The general had a good temper. After hearing that Zhu Moye had refused to see him without any reason, he couldn't help laughing and said, "This is a true master. You said he was young, maybe your etiquette is not good enough. Wait a minute, I need to submit a memorial to the emperor in person."

"General..." The messenger looked at the general in front of him with some puzzlement. He had followed the general for more than ten years, but he had never seen the general so concerned about someone, especially since the other party was just a young man, which made the messenger feel suspicious.

Think about it, this messenger has followed the general for more than ten years and has met countless young talents. However, no matter how prominent their family backgrounds were, they could not be treated with such courtesy by the general. Moreover, the general in front of him had never met Zhu Moye, but he praised him so highly, which was really beyond the messenger's comprehension.

Although the general was growing older, his eyes could still see through people's hearts. After seeing the messenger's thoughtful expression, he seemed to know what he was thinking: "Do you think I was too polite to that young man named Zhu Moye?"

Chapter 553: Finally Arrived in Chang'an

The name Zhu Moye was said by Zhu Moye himself, so the general knew it.

"Yes." The messenger was slightly startled, knowing that the general had guessed his doubts. It was not easy to hide it, so he agreed frankly.

"In this world, there are many generals who can lead troops to fight, but there are not many extraordinary people like this, especially those who are so capable." The general smiled more, and his words were true. This was the reason why he admired Zhu Moye.

"But." The messenger still had some concerns.

The general seemed to be in a good mood, probably because the country had discovered a good talent, so he was in the mood to say a few more words: "I know what you are thinking. You think what makes me think that young man is willing to contribute to the country. I already know the reason why this young man took action. It was because he saw injustice. This shows that he has a warm blood and is on the side of the people of the Tang Dynasty. As for the method of killing the Turks, it was a bit too violent. Think about it, those Turks, which one is a good person? They are all a bunch of wolf cubs that can't be tamed.

We treated him a little nicely today, and he dared to get ahead of us. Such a bunch of ungrateful wolves are not worthy of being called human beings. I think he killed Zhu Moye well. If those Turkic horses hadn't been so fast, I would have brought their heads back and chopped them off as snacks.

When he spoke of the latter part, the old general still showed a bit of murderous intent, which was a murderous intent that could only be cultivated by someone who had experienced many battles and killings.