Things in the world are often full of surprises and unknowns.
This "dog-like sword" was originally heavy and filled with a faint martial arts charm, but just now a few tears from the bear's paw fell on the back of the sword, and it suddenly changed——
A gray and sharp energy suddenly circulated, as if it had been sharpened suddenly.
This damn chemical reaction is beyond Xin Zhuo's understanding.
Common blood?
His face couldn't help but become serious, which at least proved that Xiong Zhang's words were true. This sword had an unpredictable relationship with the Yao Qiu fox demon clan.
Agou's knife? Ah Hu's knife?
After thinking for a moment, he raised the knife again, which seemed a little heavier than before.
Sacrifice?
After carefully thinking about the sacrificial refining method that I had learned before, I put down my sword and slowly invaded with the force of ice and thunder...
After half an hour, give up! no response.
After thinking about it, it is a common trick to bite your finger and draw blood to identify the owner. If the blood does not penetrate the blade, it is useless!
Patting his forehead, he simply called him out of Wangyue Well and threw him into the well.
The change happened instantly——
I saw the "dog-like knife" immediately surrounded by countless phantoms of weapons. At first, it was still spinning back and forth with pride, but in the blink of an eye, all its arrogance disappeared, and it became timid and cowardly.
It seems that this terrible knife is so weak and pitiful compared to the shadows of all the weapons in the Moon Watching Well that it makes people laugh.
Then an indescribable aura and feeling appeared in his mind.
[Sacrifice to the Spirit: The Hundred-Refined Sword of the Nineteenth Level Warrior! The power can be increased as the well owner's level increases. 】
really! Worshiping the souls of the world at Wangyuejing is not empty.
This well water can not only worship spiritual figures, mountains and rivers, famous sects, ancient ruins, but also ancient dead objects and weapons.
The wordless tablet in the Qiugong Pavilion was a warning, and for dead objects, it could even transcend the constraints of the three attributes of loyalty, apology and debt.
absorb!
A strange way of using the sword of the Nineteenth Realm appeared in my mind.
…
In the camp tent, the flames of the brazier swayed, stretching Ling Shiyue's shadow very long.
She was doing her makeup in front of the mirror. Her slender figure was supported by two huge balls of flesh, which looked extremely uncoordinated. What was even more uncoordinated was the heavy look in Danfeng's eyes on her face.
"how?"
After a while, three figures arrived in the tent without anyone noticing. They were one woman and two men. Judging from their clothes, they were from the other three sects of the four major sects except Lingyun Palace. Their figures were all moving like wind and thunder, and their martial arts skills were strong. The general trend is hesitant, but they are all masters of the Great Venerable Realm.
"This person is too vigilant, his eyes are bright and clear, and there is an incomprehensible wisdom in his eyes. He is not like a lustful person, and he does not covet me in the slightest. His stunning maid with demon blood has just arrived. , instead of putting on voluptuous makeup, nothing happened in my handsome account now!"
Ling Shiyue was not surprised at all. She seemed to have known that the three people would come. She gently inserted a golden phoenix hairpin into her black hair. A trace of surprise flashed on her face. The young princes and princes were not lustful?
A male disciple of Kunlun Palace sat down cross-legged and said in a deep voice: "This man has too deep thoughts. Even if our four major sects cooperate with him, we cannot make him tease like this. The masters deliberately took away the Confucian Earth Immortal. Just let us take the opportunity to try to drug him and control him!"
"That's right!" A female disciple from the Walker Valley frowned and said, "How confident is Miss Lost Moon?"
"Not a cent!"
Ling Shiyue shook her head slightly and answered quite simply, "This Jiang Yuqing is very strange. I can't explain why. Let's just talk about meals. He eats irregularly or doesn't eat at all, or he gives the food to his servants. To eat, run out and serve a bowl alone, squat in the corner to eat, and watch the excitement while eating."
"That's strange."
The disciple of the Withered Sword Tomb pinched his sparse beard: "Huang Taigai is not here, and there is only one Great Venerable of the Jiang family around him. This is a rare opportunity. Please give Miss Chuyue a charter. When will the four of us take action?
If the poison doesn't work, he will use the cruel aura of my Withered Sword Tomb to pollute his body. He must obey orders no matter how the four major sects expand in the future. "
Ling Shuyue pondered for a moment: "Tomorrow the Western Qin Army will attack the city. I am afraid that this person will not come to the city in person. The army will not be around by then. We will take the risk of being contaminated by the blood evil spirit and observe closely to look for opportunities. !”
"good!"
…
Dawn the next day.
As soon as a flash of light appeared in the eastern sky, the Western Qin army began to operate like a cold-blooded machine.
The dull sound of war drums echoed in all directions.
Countless tall siege engines, trebuchets, troop-carrying wooden beasts, ladders, chrysanthemums, Linchong, Haoqiao and other objects built overnight were approaching the city wall as the Western Qin army regained its strength.
"Hey ha! Hey ha..." The sound filled the eardrums.
The soldiers and nobles of Guifang Kingdom on the city wall quickly mobilized the dark and dense defenders to form a tight formation to confront them!
A tense atmosphere filled the plains under Guifang Imperial City!
Xin Zhuo yawned and walked out of the tent with bear paws. Hundreds of military generals were already waiting outside.
Jiang Yong, Chan Yi, Qing Ge and other Jiang family masters knew that the war was about to start again, and without waiting to say hello, they had already climbed a high mountain far away.
Ling Shuyue and the four of them stood in a mountain col two miles away, holding back the bloody aura that might spread from the battlefield, and looked at Xin Zhuo with fixed eyes.
Xin Zhuo looked at the continuous city and tall city walls, and was about to order an attack when he saw a dense mass of defeated soldiers from the Three Kingdoms under Guifang Imperial City. Suddenly, led by Guifang Prince Jingluji, they walked over with their hands raised.
This neat style of surrender is heartbreaking.
Jiang Man'er, Yan Cuizong and other Western Qin generals couldn't help but be shocked.
Even the royal families, nobles and generals of the Guifang Three Kingdoms in the imperial city also looked astonished.
"Jingluji, what are you going to do?" An old angry voice came from the city wall. There were so many people that it was difficult to tell who made it.
"My father is unkind, don't blame me for my unrighteousness. I have surrendered to the King of West Qin today. The King of West Qin is a famous general in the world, and no one can defeat him. He will descend on Guifang Imperial City today!"
Prince Jingluji gritted his teeth and replied, then quickly rushed to where Xin Zhuo was, dozens of feet away. He knelt down on the ground, cupped his fists and saluted: "Yeluji, the general of the sinful country, has come to surrender to my king. Long live my king." Long live!"
There is nothing wrong with this great ceremony of paying homage, it is so sincere that one is speechless, and the words "Long live" are already a gift to the emperor!
Behind him, hundreds of thousands of defeated troops from the Three Kingdoms saluted and paid homage: "Long live my king, long live, long live!"
The scene was spectacular for a moment!
Jiang Man'er, Bai Xuanji, and a group of Western Qin generals could not help but be shaken, their faces flushed. This was not the first time that Western Qin had accepted surrender, but this method of surrender was really innovative.
Also in a daze were Jiang Yong, Chanyi and a group of people on the top of the mountain in the distance. How many people in the world can receive such honors and gifts?
"I still think Yu Qing can ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor!"
Jiang Yong's hand stroking his beard trembled slightly, and he looked at Chanyi and the others fiercely: "Once Guifang Kingdom is captured, Western Qin's territory will be second only to the Great Zhou. As long as it withstands the attack of the Great Zhou army, you and others will immediately fight with Jiang Yong." Hu and others came together to persuade Jiang Yuqing to come in. I heard that in ancient times, royal robes were added to the body, so I will put it on him first!"
Chanyi and others' expressions moved slightly, and they clasped their fists at the same time: "Here!"
In the mountain col, Ling Shiyue and other four great sages were shocked by the grand scene of the earthly emperor being captured. This was completely different from the aura and pattern of the martial arts sect.
However, Xin Zhuo was the only one who had no disturbance in his heart, even a little indifferent. If I had been chased for three days, hungry, and rejected by my own people, I would have been resentful and turned around and turned into a fucking rebel.
He took a few steps forward, held up the alarm machine, and said with a smile: "As you said, there will be a ghost in the Western Qin Dynasty today, so be optimistic!"
Jingluji reluctantly stood up and was startled when he heard this. I just said it casually!
