Aoba Shinichi's face was filled with shock. He stared at Juxuan in the air as if facing a formidable enemy and said, "Is this the Transformation Realm? Qinghe has never been a master of the Transformation Realm."
He wanted to stop Juixuan, but every attack was blocked by the incomparable magical light.
Soon, the light on Guixuan's body dissipated. Guixuan looked at his body floating in the air in amazement and murmured: "Is this what the world thinks of transforming into a saint? It's really strange. It turns out that a saint can really transform into a saint. Use your strength for your own benefit, but it seems that it is not yet complete now.”
Juixuan's aura is still rising, but it is much slower than the previous improvement under the sacred light.
"I admire the old gentleman for actually becoming a saint in a mortal body. However, judging from your aura, it seems that you have not completely completed the transformation. Then let me see what the saint has to do!" Aoba Shinichi still faced the saint. Without any fear, he immediately rushed forward with his sword in hand when he saw the sacred light dissipate.
"This world is originally a purgatory, and people are just prisoners who come here to be punished. Only after they have endured enough pain can they be forgiven by the Spiritual God after death, and scream with cross-cutting!" Aoba Shinichi began to shout in a low voice, his momentum It also climbed up, and in the end he made a very terrifying slash.
A scarlet bloody cross sword slashed towards Suixuan, and countless mournful sounds came from the sword, resounding throughout the dungeon. It seemed that the souls of the dead who died tragically in the hands of Aoba Shinichi were wailing.
"You are wrong!" Ju Xuan only spit out three words. At the same time, he moved his fingers quickly on his chest. Ink light flowed on his fingertips, and a picture quickly formed. It was a picture that looked extremely thick. Iron shield.
The iron shield was like substance. The cross sword light slashed on the shield and immediately painted nothingness, unable to shake the iron shield in the slightest.
Aoba Shinichi saw the iron shield dissipate quickly, and a large ball of light like ink shot towards him. He could only retreat backwards and tried his best to avoid the ball of ink light.
The ink ball of light flew towards the cell fence, and there were many innocent people in the fence. The ink rushed through the fence and turned into nothingness silently, seemingly without any attack power.
When Aoba Shinichi looked at Suixuan again after avoiding the ink, Suixuan was still drawing something in the void, and it was almost completed. It was a portrait of a swordsman.
After entering the Dao Transformation realm, Sui Xuan painted extremely quickly, and every move he made was done in one go, with Dao charm.
Aoba Shinichi is very familiar with this painting. Jue Xuan painted this painting in front of him not long ago, and the previous painting was collected by his subordinates.
"The guidance of the Spiritual God will not be wrong! Abi Hell's Slash!" Qingye's new face slashed at Suixuan again with a ferocious look. An extremely terrifying scene appeared out of thin air in the entire dungeon. It was a lot of innocent souls being killed in various ways in hell. Images of torture.
At this moment, Ju Xuan's painting had finished. Compared with the previous one, this painting was not only lifelike and full of artistic conception, but also had something new, which was divine will.
The portrait endowed with divine will came to life, and the swordsman moved, meeting Aoba Shinichi's killing blow with a slash.
The tachi and the sword collided together, and with just one encounter, those horrific scenes disappeared, and Aoba Shinichi was also blasted into the forest.
"I forgot to tell you that the person I wrote about is the strongest swordsman in Taichu, Wang Huanling! He is my patron saint in Taichu!" Guixuan's voice sounded.
Wang Huanling, who was solidified by the painting, actually said: "Anyone who offends me, Taichu, will be killed without mercy!" Then he killed Aoba Shinichi again.
Aoba Shinichi hurriedly responded, but he was no match for Wang Huanling.
Wang Huanling only used three moves to completely defeat him. He chopped Aoba Shinichi's sword to pieces with one sword, severely injured him with another sword, but the last sword did not stab him, but stopped at Aoba Shinichi's throat. Come down.
Aoba Shinichi looked at the sword at his throat and did not dare to move. His body was shaking slightly, whether because of anger or fear.
"This general is defeated. If you want to kill or behead him, please do as you please!" Aoba Shinichi said coldly.
Juxuan did not kill Aoba Shinichi immediately, but said in a calm tone: "General Qinghe, I see that you are full of hostility to this world. You seem to have experienced too much suffering in your life, but I tell you , people never come to this world to atone for their sins."
"Winner or loser, you are right to win everything, but it is absolutely impossible for you to humiliate me!" Aoba Shinichi said angrily, and he was about to bite his tongue and commit suicide after saying this.
Guixuan stretched out a hand, and a ball of ink-colored light flew to Aoba Shinichi. Aoba Shinichi found that he could not even commit suicide.
Aoba Shinichi looked at Suixuan with a face of shame and anger. At this time, he could do nothing.
"In addition to suffering, there are too many things that deserve our attention in our lifetime. If you put down those obsessions and think about it carefully, and observe the world with kindness, you will see completely different things, just like the man who knew he was going to die but still Why did you let the mother who came back here for her child, weren't you touched by her motherly love?"
The anger in Aoba Shinichi's eyes weakened a bit when he heard this, and his mind seemed to have been opened, and some memories emerged in his mind.
The Qiao County magistrate named Zhuo Zhen sacrificed his own life to save the lives of the people.
The father and son who were caught by him, the father stood firmly in front of his child and refused to let go until his death.
After joining the Qinghe Army, other Qinghe soldiers used their bodies to block the enemy's killing blow for him.
As an orphan living on the streets of Qinghe, he was once handed half a steamed bun by a kind girl when he was suffering from hunger.
…
He remembered all the kindness and beauty that he had once ignored or even scorned. It turned out that what he had experienced was not just sin and difficulty...
Juxuan saw the change in Aoba Shinichi's expression. He waved his hand, and the ink-colored light clusters attached to Aoba Shinichi immediately disappeared, and Aoba Shinichi regained his ability to move again.
Aoba Shinichi showed a bitter smile and said: "Maybe sir, you are right, this world may not be what I imagined, but the guidance of the spiritual god Da Rao is not wrong, there must be something wrong! "His eyes gradually became fanatical.
Jue Xuan frowned slightly and said, "How can a god who teaches you to torture and kill innocent people be called a god? He is just a monster!"
"The spirit god can't make mistakes! It's all my own fault!" Aoba Shinichi's eyes became more fanatical. He suddenly raised a hand and patted his own spirit cap, and there was a sound of broken bones. It seemed extremely harsh in the quiet cell.
Aoba Shinichi unexpectedly chose to commit suicide. He slowly fell to the ground and kept mumbling: "It was my fault, it's all my fault..." He used his full strength in his palm, and soon there was no trace of anything left. vitality.
Ai Xuan did not stop this scene. Aoba Shinichi killed countless innocent people. He deserved his death. Originally, Ai Xuan had no intention of letting him go. It was just that Ao Xuan wanted to awaken his conscience before killing him.
This thing doesn't seem to make any sense, but it seems to have changed something.
After Aoba Shinichi died, the surviving people in the cell all knelt down towards Guixuan, kowtowed like pecking rice, and shouted words of thanks.
"You guys will go out later, I will go and deal with the Qinghe people outside." Suixuan left a word and flew out. When he arrived at the cell door, he paused and glanced at the people who had been killed by Aoba Shinichi. The innocent people who were killed let out a heavy sigh.
After leaving Linlao, Huanling King Huanling began to slaughter the Qinghe people. No Qinghe general survived wherever he passed.
The screams attracted more Qinghe generals to come for support. The two generals at the forefront were Xianmen and Guanglian.
Both of them were masters. They felt Wang Huanling's power, and saw Guixuan floating in the air. They looked at each other with determination in their eyes.
"Xianmen, come up together!" Guanglian's rough voice sounded.
Xianmen nodded heavily and said, "Guanglian, I think you are more pleasing to the eye now, kill me!"
The two Qinghe generals who had never dealt with each other chose to join forces in the face of a powerful enemy.
However, they could not change anything. All the Qinghe generals who were entrenched in the main palace of Xinle City were killed by Wu Daoxuan. Even the Qinghe people who wanted to escape were caught up by Wang Huanling and died tragically under the sword.
After killing these Qinghe generals, Guixuan floated in the air and began to paint. After a while, three powerful figures appeared next to him again. They were all famous generals in the history of Taichu.
With a thought in Guixuan's mind, the three figures flew towards the east, south and north respectively.
Guixuan took Wang Huanling and flew to the west gate of Xinle City, where tens of thousands of Qinghe troops were stationed.
Xinle City has now been occupied by Qinghe troops, and Qinghe soldiers are guarding every city wall.
Arriving above the city wall, Wang Huanling immediately rushed towards the Qinghe soldiers patrolling the city wall. Because there was a large army under the city, there were not many Qinghe soldiers stationed on the city wall here, and these people were quickly slaughtered.
Guixuan stared at the Qinghe camp under the city with a solemn expression. He started painting again. Balls of shining ink flames floated in front of him. He waved his hand forward, and the ink flames flew towards the Qinghe camp.
It was already late at night, and most of the Qinghe soldiers were already asleep, and only some were keeping vigil in the camp.
"No! It's on fire!"
"What kind of fire is this? Ah!"
"Quickly put out the fire!"
"How come these fires can't be put out!"
The sound of shouts in Qinghe's language came from Qinghe's tent, and what fell into Guixuan's ears were more screams.
However, Suixuan had no intention of stopping. He used his hand as a pen and the void as a cloth to draw a huge army. This was the Taichu Iron Cavalry that was feared in the Central Plains back then.
Groups of cavalry descended and rushed into the Qinghe camp. Wang Huanling charged forward like a general. The unsuspecting Qinghe troops suffered heavy casualties, and the tens of thousands of troops were unable to fight back.
After doing this, Guixuan's originally rosy face turned pale, and even the saint could not bear it after such consumption.
He sat cross-legged in the air, no longer looking at the tragic battlefield, but closed his eyes to rest.
The cavalry who came out of the painting were not invincible. They would dissipate after suffering heavy losses. The strength of these cavalry was only around the level of excellence. After a night of bloody battles, at dawn, these cavalry had all dissipated.
Even the strongest swordsman Wang Huanling has become extremely illusory and looks like he may disappear at any time.
The Qinghe soldiers were either dead, seriously injured and incapacitated, or had died. In short, by the Ming Dynasty, there were no Qinghe soldiers in the Qinghe camp who could fight again.
Wang Huanling flew back to Guixuan. Guixuan looked at Wang Huanling with respect and said, "Thank you for your hard work!"
Wang Huanling nodded gently like a living person, and then disappeared...
The Qinghe people suffered great losses in this battle. They were leaderless and were attacked at night. Even if the Qinghe people were fierce, they could not escape defeat.
All the camps of the Qinghe Army were burned down by the ink-colored flames summoned by Jian Xuan. More than half of the soldiers were killed or injured, and only half fled and left Xinle City.
The Qinghe defenders at the other three gates were also killed by the Taichu generals summoned by Ju Xuan, and only a few of them were able to escape.
Jue Xuan actually single-handedly defeated nearly 100,000 Qinghe troops and recaptured Xinle City.
