Just like Ji Han has the romance of Ji Han, Cao Wei has the character of Cao Wei, and Soochow has the rats of Soochow.
The evil path and the righteous path also have their own rules.
Things like being ungrateful, burning bridges, breaking covenants, etc. are extremely common and extremely normal rules of survival for people in the devil's way.
As long as you can keep winning, it doesn't matter what method you use.
Hong Yuan Jian Shen had acted like this before.
Decades ago, when he was chasing Li Ziyang from Qinglu Taoist Temple in Nanyang Mansion and Qingyang Mansion, he never thought about not hurting innocent people. He always maximized his profits.
Because of him, more than tens of thousands of innocent families and people were affected. It is not an exaggeration to call him a beast. This is why Hong Yuan told Li Ziyang at the last moment that the name of his sword was Bo Qing.
It was precisely because of this that Hong Yuan did not complain too much when the swordsman was beaten by a group of martial saints from the sect alliance and forced to a dead end.
The so-called evil way is not practicing good deeds, but killing people and setting fires. Heaven and earth cannot tolerate each other, and everyone in the world is an enemy, but they still want to indulge in whatever they want.
This is the path the devil takes!
If Hong Yuan Sword Body had not entered Donghuang Academy, had not been closely related to the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, and had not become the master of Hua Menghuang, the seed of the Dream, then even if Hong Yuan Sword Body was at odds with the Great Xuan Dynasty at this moment, If he only listens to the tune but not the announcement, and goes his own way, the Daxuan Dynasty will not be able to motivate him.
It's a pity that he only wants to develop his sword towards the top of the Human Celestial Palace and join the system.
As a result, he went farther and farther on the right path.
The rightful name and righteousness are enough to implicate him!
He could no longer regard the Daxuan Dynasty's life-saving grace as normal and pretend not to see it.
"Xi'er, has Bo Qing replied to your letter!?" In the cabinet, Emperor Daxuan asked in a deep voice with his eyes focused.
Princess Feng Tang Xi's heart was clear and peaceful, but the expression on her face was solemn: "Bo Qing said that he has already set off and it will take five days to return."
"Five days, five days, haha..." Emperor Daxuan sneered when he heard this. He ignored Tang Xi and turned to the elders: "Everyone, tell me, how should Taoist Guanhai and General Bai Xiangxuan be dealt with? good?"
After being ignored by Emperor Daxuan, Tang Xi lowered his eyes slightly and returned to the corner, hiding his figure.
But she wanted to lie dormant, but the prince Tang Anshi was unwilling to expose the matter so easily. No matter what, a label of unknown people must be pinned on Tang Xi's head before Tang Anshi was willing to let it go.
For an emperor, not knowing people well can be fatal!
"My good sister, there will be a court meeting tomorrow. I'll see how you get through this." Prince Tang Anshi felt proud, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and lowered his head to do things.
He would not let go of such a rare opportunity easily.
Of course, he would not come forward in person, as that would only bore Emperor Daxuan, and he would just have to let others beat the drum.
…
The situation in the Eastern Wilderness Continent is in chaos.
However, all of this is under the control of the senior officials of the Heavenly Palace such as the Great Sage Mouliang and the Emperor's Son Dongzhisheng.
If the situation becomes too intense, they will intervene and forcibly interrupt the war.
After all, the chaotic situation in the Eastern Wilderness Continent was the battlefield they specially selected for the Big Dream Seeds to fight.
The seeds of the Big Dream are like poisonous insects, and the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent is like a poisonous jar. The one who survives to the end will naturally be the strongest "Gu King"!
In a quiet purple gold hall, scenes of light curtains emerged.
The scenes on these water curtains include not only the battles at the saint level of the Eastern Barren Divine Continent, but also the fighting of the mortal legions of the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent.
Compared to the final battle at the saint level, the fighting among the mortal legions was more bloody and terrifying.
On the white jade chair, the Holy Saint of the East sat upright. He looked at the water curtain where the mortal legions were fighting, his eyes dim.
"Mou Liang, is the Monster Clan's 'War for Ten Thousand Domains' even more bloody than this?" Dongzhi Sheng asked in a slightly hoarse voice.
The Great Sage Mouliang looked at the somewhat haggard Saint Dong Zhi, and sighed in his heart. If he had a choice, who would adopt such an extreme method?
He immediately replied in a deep voice to Dongzhi Sheng:
"Yes, the emperor. Not only that, but the road to hegemony in all directions at Xuanguang Bridge is even more bloody."
"I heard that all ordinary members of the demon tribe were killed by him and his men. It was because the demon saints opened up their own ethnic groups in the demon territory that the endless sea slowly regained its vitality..."
"Xuanguang Bridge, Xuanguang Bridge..." Dongzhi Sheng slowly closed his eyes, and his heart seemed to be bleeding.
As the eldest son of Emperor Long Yang, he understands Emperor Long Yang's kindness and generosity better than anyone else. It is precisely because of this that he feels even more tormented.
But the next moment, he suddenly thought of the huge damage caused by the demon clan's Taiyin Saint to the human race when the Soul-killing Demon Emperor came to dominate the human race.
Click——
Dongzhi Sheng instantly opened his eyes, and the purple-gold divine light jumped and exploded in the hall.
"I won't let tragedy happen again!"
…
The blue sky.
The vast sea of clouds.
A blue water dragon formed by the condensed sword energy and sword light soared into the sky, piercing through numerous obstacles in a domineering manner, forcing the wild beasts to flee in horror.
On the head of the blue water dragon, there is a tall and thin figure with a clear face, wearing a green robe, standing with one hand behind his back, exuding an elegant and indifferent air, and a handsome figure without the edge of swordsmanship stands proudly on it.
Sword body Hongyuan!
"Urge, urge, urge, is it helpful?"
Hong Yuan pinched the phoenix-shaped paper bird in his hand and sneered.
If he hadn't intentionally taken the right path and worked hard to become a member of the Tiangong, or even a leader of the human race, he, Hong Yuan, would have given up on his responsibilities long ago.
It's not like there are no martial saints in the Daxuan Dynasty, but Hong Yuan has to come back to challenge him. This clearly treats him as a consumable.
It is true that the sword body was favored by the Daxuan Dynasty and had life-saving grace.
But the sword body was originally going to follow the path of magic. Things like going back on one's word and being ungrateful are just commonplace.
"Just bear with it a little longer." Hong Yuan put away the paper bird, his face returned to normal, and he said secretly: "This is the end of the matter. I left the Daxuan Dynasty and established my own business. I don't think anyone else can say anything about me."
Righteous or not, evil is not evil.
He, Hong Yuan, shouldn't be suppressed, and he hates being suppressed.
But who told him to covet the power of the Heavenly Palace of the human race and the position of leader of the human race?
Everything he did was an effort to prevent the Great Dream Emperor from being born and for the demon body to survive.
"Bang bang..."
"Bang bang bang..."
The fierce wind blew past, as sharp as a cold blade.
However, just the sound of the Tianhe Sword easily blocked out the strong wind, making it difficult to get close to the source of the flood.
Hong Yuan stood on the head of the Water Stegosaurus like this, as if an immortal had come to the world, with great pomp and circumstance.
The distance between him and Donghuang Shenzhou is getting closer and closer.
…
…
The blue sky above the Eastern Wilderness Continent.
In a golden sea that was surging with thunder in frost and winter, on this day, some majestic figures suddenly appeared.
They were divided into two parties, facing each other, and despite the thunder of frost and winter, their expressions remained unchanged.
This is an extremely terrible thing.
The thunder power of Gein Frost Winter Thunder can not only easily kill ferocious beasts, but can even wear away the saint's dao marks.
But these confronting saints still ignored Frost Winter Thunder.
"Haha, Qinghuo, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still overwhelmed by General Bai Xiangxuan." To the south of the golden sea, Marquis Yanyang looked at Qinghuo Martial Saint of Fengxi Sect and said with a smile.
Marquis Yanyang is one of the leaders of Princess Feng's faction and a member of the Daxuan royal family.
His fire skills are very good, and he once killed a demon cultivator of the same level with one move.
Since Hong Yuan's sword has not been released for a long time, Marquis Yanyang had to take action and put himself in danger in order to rescue Princess Feng Tang Xi.
The Qinghuo Martial Saint's face was gloomy and a little ugly: "So, is this the reason why you charge towards me?"
"Yanyang, don't talk nonsense with them anymore, otherwise things will change if you wait too long." The man next to Marquis Yanyang, with a stern expression and a blue robe like a knife filled with sharp cold air, said, he was Marquis Langdao.
Langdao Hou is one of the leaders of the Prince's faction!
As soon as he finished speaking, Langdaohou took the lead and charged towards Qinghuo Martial Saint.
Marquis Yanyang's face was a little gloomy, and after snorting coldly, he followed with the Martial Saint next to him.
The war is about to break out.
One day later.
The world wailed, and blood rained down.
A saint is dead!
"Langdao Hou, you..." Yanyang Hou looked at Langdao Hou who had killed the killer with a shocked face, feeling both anger and regret in his heart.
Langdaohou was also a little sluggish, looking blankly at the Green Fire Martial Saint who lost his voice and turned into a shower of light and blood.
At that moment, he clearly didn't intend to kill him, but for some reason, Qinghuo Martial Saint strangely didn't take action to resist, causing him to miss for a moment.
At this moment, all the saints in the field knew that something big was going to happen!
This is an unprecedented precedent, because the previous duels between saints were all done to the point, barely retaining a semblance of dignity.
Pandora's box has been completely opened.
The direction of things is no longer controllable——
"Qinghuo!!!" Taoist Fengsen from Qinglu Taoist Temple screamed with eyes about to burst.
He and Qinghuo Martial Saint Nai have been friends for many years. Although they are in different sects and Taoist temples, the friendship between the two is so profound that they can be regarded as life-and-death friends.
All the saints were aware of the friendship between them, and when they heard this, they couldn't help but feel sad that the rabbit was dead and the fox was dead.
Following the death of the Qinghuo Martial Saint, the intensity of the battle suddenly rose to several levels, with deadly moves.
In the distant Southern Xinjiang Divine Continent, the Great Sage Mouliang, who has been grasping the overall situation, also discovered this situation immediately.
His eyes quickly shifted from the water curtain, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the Emperor's Son, Dong Zhi Sheng, only to see that the Emperor's Son, Dong Zhi Sheng, was subconsciously clenching the handle of the white jade chair, obviously very angry.
"Demon Saint!?" Dongzhi Saint's eyes were cold, staring at Taoist Fengsen of Qinglu Taoist Temple.
Over the years, the Human Race Tiangong will send spies to the Monster Race into the endless sea. In the same way, the Demon Tribe and Demon Court will also send spies to the five major divine continents.
In the battle for the Ten Thousand Realms of the Monster Clan, human spies also secretly contributed, making the road to hegemony of the "Xuanguang Bridge" even more bumpy.
Now, Taoist Feng Sen could deceive others, but he could never deceive Dongzhi Sheng.
Because he, the Supreme Saint of the East, is the son of a true dragon, and is both a human race and a demon race!
…
The news of the physical and mental death of Qinghuo Martial Saint and other Martial Saints spread throughout the sect alliance and the upper echelons of the Daxuan Dynasty. In an instant, there was a sound of wind and cranes, and there was silence.
The Fengxi Sect is covered in white cloth, and rituals and music will be banned for three days, even in places like Fenghe Town.
"Liu Mantang's master Qinghuo Martial Saint is completely dead!?"
In a remote courtyard in Fenghe Town, Hong Yuan, who had changed his appearance, raised his head and looked up at the sky.
The sky was dark, drops of rain began to fall, and a breeze began to pick up.
Then, the two expanded, and violent storms struck the earth roughly.
Lidao Hongyuan just stood quietly under the eaves, watching the pouring rain fall.
Things have changed far beyond his imagination and are somewhat out of control.
Nowadays, it is difficult for him to guarantee whether the sword incarnation can land safely and walk out of this battlefield of civil strife in the Eastern Wilderness Continent alive.
"Life is really fragile. It seems that not everyone can master the art of incarnation." Hong Yuan felt secretly and stretched out his hand to feel the coldness of the rain.
At this time, he already had the idea of transferring the sacred Tianhe Sword.
There is only one holy weapon, and the Tianhe Sword entrusts the Tao and Dharma of the sword.
Even if the sword body is destroyed, if the Tianhe Sword still exists, Hong Yuan can still use the nine-tailed Gu to create another sword body, which will only cost more Immortal Essence Stones.
But if the Tianhe Sword and the sword body were destroyed together, then the sword body rebuilt by Hong Yuan could no longer be called "Bo Qing".
All kinds of thoughts flowed rapidly in Hong Yuan's heart, and the light in his eyes kept dancing.
The civil war that broke out in the Eastern Wilderness Continent this time was so sudden that he had no time to plan and seriously disrupted his arrangements.
Originally, his arrangement was quite perfect: "The main body practices the dream path, the force body receives resources, the demon body lies dormant and grows, and the sword body covets the mysteries of the dream path in the big dream seeds."
If everything goes well, then he Hong Yuan will definitely be able to achieve the state of the supreme grandmaster of the Dream Dao School and destroy the birth of the Great Dream Emperor in one fell swoop.
But now, something unexpected happened, disrupting his perfectly perfect plan.
"The battle between the demon clan's destiny and the human race's destiny is like adding two extremely fast catalysts to the world."
"This will enable the world to revolutionize itself rapidly, continuously promote the prosperity and development of major schools, and promote the transformation of the world into a more perfect direction."
"No matter which side of the destiny of the two parties has the upper hand, if the situation is one-sided, it will not be conducive to promoting the development of the world and transforming in a more perfect direction."
"So, is it the supreme 'you' who takes action?!"
Hong Yuan raised his head and stared at the sky, his gaze seemed to penetrate through the dark clouds, straight through the nine days, and reach the daytime sky.
The sky in the daytime is the legendary place where the will of heaven and earth resides. It contains the opportunity to become an emperor and the secret of eternal life.
Fate is indeed not that easy to change.
And the birth of the Great Dream Emperor seemed unstoppable.
But Hong Yuan's fighting spirit was ignited, and his eyes gradually became brighter.
“The more difficult the process, the sweeter the fruits I will reap in the end.”
"With my immortal martial arts, I am already invincible. Then let this storm be more violent!"
Ever since.
On a night with dim moonlight and lonely stars.
With Hong Yuan Sword on his waist and the sacred weapon Tianhe Sword, he strode into the capital of the Daxuan Dynasty and headed towards the palace.
Tianhe Sword, thirsty for blood, does not distinguish between friend and foe!
(End of chapter)
