When I finished practicing, the sky had turned dark.
The moment Song Xuan opened his eyes, Fat and Thin Toutuo and others were all trembling with fear.
At that moment, many people saw the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and saw King Yama standing on the endless mountain of corpses, smiling ferociously at them.
It’s like looking at the newly grown leeks, ready to be harvested again.
Although I knew it was an illusion, the scene was so terrifying that if it hadn't been for just a moment, everyone's minds would have definitely collapsed.
"What was the result?"
Yaoyue asked with a smile. At this time, she put her hands behind her back and shook her palms at Xiaopang. Xiaopang and others understood and trotted over with a smile on their face while carrying the barbecue grill.
After setting up the barbecue grill and arranging all kinds of fruits and vegetables, everyone started a barbecue party on this bloody battlefield.
"not bad!"
Song Xuan ate barbecue with a calm smile on his face, "According to this progress, maybe I can get the Flower of Concentration without going to the capital of the Qing Dynasty."
He had a vague feeling that if the Flower of God could be condensed, his strength might be greatly improved.
In Chunyang Wuji Boy's Skill, every time he breaks through, his strength will change qualitatively, and he is also looking forward to what changes the Flower of God will bring.
While eating barbecue, Song Xuan looked towards a mountain peak in the distance.
There, there were some shadowy people standing on the trees, looking over here.
"When did these people come?"
Yao Yue took a bite of the cucumber and said in a somewhat unclear voice, "When you were practicing, you were probably a member of the Heaven and Earth Society. You originally wanted to come over and get close to me, but I scared you away!
What, how about I call them over and you can get to know them? "
Song Xuan shook his head, "No need! I will leave after killing the Tatars. There is no need to have any friendship with them."
The Heaven and Earth Society made a lot of noise in Qingzhou, but with its size, Song Xuan really looked down upon it.
In terms of size, if he transferred any killer from any branch of the Qingyi Building from Mingzhou, he would be stronger than the Tiandihui.
In the world of martial arts, the strength of a person's force value is the fundamental factor that determines the upper limit of a party's power.
Song Xuan has never met the chief rudder of the Tiandihui, but he can roughly estimate his strength.
This strength is hard to describe in one word, so let’s not say it!
After having enough wine and food, Song Xuan and others continued their journey north. After being delayed here for a while, Song Xuan did not intend to waste any more time.
After the group of people had completely gone away, everyone from the Tiandihui appeared one after another and looked into the Qing army camp.
Soon, someone vomited directly.
It was so tragic inside, with broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, blood gurgling like a river, and the stinky smell rushing straight into people's mouths and noses, making people sick.
Fortunately, it's early spring now and there are no mosquitoes or flies. Otherwise, the scene would be unimaginable.
"Chief helmsman, what should we do with these corpses?"
Chen Jinnan, the chief helmsman of the Tiandihui, looked around and said solemnly: "Old rules, the one responsible for killing people in the front, we will burn the bodies in the back.
He is the Xuanyi Guard of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He can kill people or bury them. After killing people, he will pat their butts and leave. But we will still have to live on this land in the future, and we will always have to deal with the consequences.
Otherwise, with so many corpses, if left untreated, plague could easily breed. "
Ever since he learned the name of the God of Death Song Xuan, Chen Jinnan had gathered people from all over the country, hoping to help Song Xuan, but unfortunately, the strength gap between the two sides was too big, and he couldn't do it at all. Nothing much can be done.
The only thing that could be done was to pile up the bodies of the Qing soldiers and burn them in the aftermath.
"Oh, this Song Xuan is quite proud!"
One of the hall masters sneered and said: "We all showed up before, but he left directly after eating and drinking. He had no intention of meeting us at all. He really didn't take our world seriously."
Chen Jinnan glanced at him and said, "If you don't take it seriously, what can you do?"
The hall leader was startled, and immediately said in frustration: "Forget it, he is from the Xuanyi Guards of the Imperial Capital, and he is not from the same group as us.
In our Tiandihui, some of them are members of the Qingzhou Xuanyi Guards, but others don't pay attention to them. Thinking about it this way, I felt much more comfortable. "
Chen Jinnan looked into the distance, "We are not from the same place, and there is no need for friendship. As long as he kills the Tatars, I, Chen Jinnan, will be willing to collect the bodies from behind!"
...
Two months later.
Yanjing.
The dusty figures of Song Xuan and his party appeared outside the capital of the Qing court.
He, Yaoyue and others went northward, and almost all the Qing troops they encountered along the way died under his sword, becoming the dead souls on his killing path.
Until today, when he came outside Yanjing City and looked at the majestic city with the ancient and simple atmosphere of the years, he couldn't help but feel a beat in the center of his eyebrows.
That was because the mental power had reached its limit, and there were signs of condensing the Flower of God.
"Do you want to go in directly?" Yao Yue asked.
"No need!"
Song Xuan shook his head.
On his way north, he killed hundreds of thousands of people here and there. As long as Huang Taiji wasn't stupid, he should have known what his purpose was.
If nothing unexpected happens, there will be at least hundreds of thousands of troops gathered in this ancient majestic city, and it must be filled with dragnets.
"First find an inn to rest outside the city. Huang Taiji should already know the news of our arrival. Next, the pressure will be on him. It depends on whether he chooses to hide in the city or take the initiative to attack!"
Yao Yue pursed her lips and smiled: "I hope he can be brave enough to take the initiative. If he is hiding in the imperial city, it will be really difficult to clean up."
...
Yanjing, imperial palace, inside the imperial study.
Huang Taiji, who had ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, did not have the majesty of an emperor at this moment, but looked at the middle-aged Taoist next to him with a somewhat reserved expression.
He knew very well how he came to the throne and who he relied on most to secure the throne.
Especially when Song Xuan was approaching the capital, he did not dare to be disrespectful to the Mu Taoist in front of him.
"Congratulations to the Imperial Master for coming out of seclusion. You have accomplished a great feat and become invincible in the world!"
Mu Taoist's face was neither sad nor happy, as if he had seen through the world of mortals and had no desires or desires. He glanced at this person indifferently.
The Great Zhou Dynasty was so big that there were dozens of ethnic groups in Qingzhou alone. The reason why Mu Daoren chose to support this Tatar chief was that, apart from the fact that he was a Qingzhou shepherd before, the most important thing was that he was respectful enough to him.
Whether he was Mu Shi in Qingzhou or now the emperor, Huang Taiji's attitude towards his Mu Taoist has always been respectful and has never changed.
This made him very satisfied.
He was fascinated by the pleasure of being so superior that even the emperor had to grovel in front of him.
Looking at the reserved and respectful Huang Taiji, he said indifferently, "I heard that you have been in trouble recently?"
