"Can't you do it? You really don't want to kill me. What do you mean by enlightening the world and giving up all fate!"
"How should I deal with you if you are like this!"
On the bank of Hannan Lake, the bright moon hung in the sky, like a precious mirror floating on the water. The miserable wind carried a wisp of spring. After a long journey from the border of Dazhou, it finally reached the depths of the wilderness.
Tuoba Canghai was heavily armored, and the roar of war horses and the murmurs of soldiers in their dreams could be heard in his ears, but his mind had already drifted to Shengjing City thousands of miles away.
The corpse was disintegrated twice, and the destiny was determined for three lives.
All fate can be discarded, but only that beautiful image still lingers in my heart and will be unforgettable for three lifetimes.
"What a bullshit way of walking on the way of heaven, the Supreme Being forgets his feelings. You want to enlighten the world and break the shackles of the Nine Provinces, but I refuse to call you Ruyi. The Great Zhou Dynasty will surely overthrow in my hands, and no one can stop it.
"The period of ten thousand years is coming, the wheel is about to open, the surviving families of the seven kingdoms and the royal lines of the three dynasties are ready to move, the heavenly clan will appear, the demons will dance wildly, and all laws and regulations will be subverted.
"The Kyushu weapon is the secret key to turning the wheel. Anyone who controls it can share in this great subversion of the world. Everyone wants to get eternal opportunities and risk their lives to seize it, but I only want you!"
Tuoba Canghai raised his head and laughed, his joking, absurd, self-pitying and crazy laughter broke through the fog in the sky.
A heron flutters its wings and flies across the cold moon, creating twin shadows of heaven and earth.
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"Wang, Jiang Li, that old pig is about to run away. She discovered so many secrets about you. Your father knows that he will never let you stay. Even if you are his inner demon, he will not make an exception!"
In a clearing deep in the mountains, three clay-embodied Buddha statues fell to the ground, causing dust and smoke to fill the air. The big black dog looked at the Yin Shen who had half of her body broken into pieces, and barked anxiously.
In the battle at Wukong Temple, Jiang Li revealed too much. Not to mention the hurricane, soul collecting and other magical powers that even the big black dog couldn't figure out, it was just Jiang Li's amazing speed and super strength of Wu, Qi, and Dao cultivators. , has surpassed all people in this world.
Only the ancient emperors who lived in ancient times and early medieval times could possibly rival Jiang Li.
But in those times, the heaven and earth were full of spiritual charm, which was definitely not comparable to the barren era of modern and ancient times.
Such characters, such as martial saints, ghost immortals, human immortals, and thunder tribulations, are just small hurdles on the road to cultivation.
Even if he cannot attain immortality, he is at least an emperor-level figure.
Even in the Middle Ages, which spanned a hundred thousand years, only five great emperors were born.
In modern and ancient times, there is no such thing!
Jiang Shirong struggled so hard to become a human being and an immortal, racking his brains and calculating all his conspiracies.
If he knew that Jiang Li had such potential, how could he sit back and wait for death!
"I just want Jiang Shirong to know that Jiang Li is the one who killed He Lou!"
Under the starry sky, Jiang Li slowly opened his eyes, opened his palms, and a picture appeared out of thin air amid the twinkling stars.
The scroll unfolded, and seven long black nails floated up.
"I smell a weird smell!"
The big black dog swooped and hid far away, looking frightened and uneasy, but he didn't know why.
The zhenqi condensed knife chopped down the surrounding weeds and stabbed out two straw men.
The scroll was dark and chaotic, as if it contained a world, but four light spots flickered, flew out, and turned into four oil lamps.
One is floating above the straw man's head, and the other is at the straw man's feet.
Jiang Li took out a piece of yellow paper from his arms, which recorded the name and birth date of the eldest lady He Lou, and pasted it on one of the straw men.
For aristocratic families, this kind of information is kept secret and will never be easily revealed to others. They are also afraid of being known by outsiders and used for secretly casting spells in sorcery and Taoism.
This is especially true for the He Lou family, who was born in a southern family, a thousand-year-old family.
However, when the imperial court canonizes the imperial concubine, it must be verified one by one and recorded in detail.
When Emperor Jing ordered the eunuch to retrieve the seal of Mrs. He Lou's decree, Jiang Li was at the scene, so he remembered it.
The spirit-binding rope flew back, bringing with it the aura of Grandma Yan's ghost, which attached to another straw man.
"What does Jiang Li want to do?"
Zhao Tiehe approached the big black dog and asked quietly.
"I can't figure it out, but the scroll and the seven spikes gave me a very scary feeling. My soul was trembling, and I didn't dare to rise at the slightest movement!"
The big black dog shook his head and took a few steps back.
"Mother Yan, let me try it on you first!"
Jiang Li grabbed a black spike and walked up to the straw man. A diamond-like thought appeared in his palm and sank into the spike.
Jiang Li stabbed the straw man with a nail, and the long nail pierced the chest of the straw man, and bright red blood spattered out.
"Wang, what the hell is this evil god's method of nailing people? Yaoshou, this kind of evil magic was exterminated by Emperor Shun as early as the Middle Ages, how could it be spread to this day!"
The big black dog was so frightened that his tail was tightly clamped between his hind legs, his neck was shrinking, and his face was black with fear!
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"Kill Jiang Li, kill Jiang Li, stab you to death, stab you to death!"
The night is deep, the cold moon hangs in the sky, and there are no clouds in the sky.
The moonlight shines throughout the entire Shengjing Imperial City, but only in Qiluan Pavilion.
Huge oil lamps illuminated the entire Zhenwuhou Mansion like daylight, but the huge Qiluan Pavilion was a lifeless, lonely and dim scene.
The stewards, domestic slaves, and maids put out the lights early and hid in their rooms and did not dare to go out easily for fear of being an eyesore and angering the eldest lady.
In the past few days, nearly 30 domestic slaves and maidservants have been beaten to death for no reason.
In the courtyard in front of Madame's Buddhist hall, the blood stains on the stone slabs are increasing day by day. They are almost washed away and seep into the stone.
Pfft, pfft
Along with the eldest lady's curses filled with resentment and jealousy, weird sounds continued to sound.
In the Buddhist hall of Qiluanxuan, He Loushi's eyes were blood red. He knelt in front of the Buddha statue and prayed continuously. Dry grass could be seen everywhere on the ground, covering it with a thick layer.
With one hand, Helou held down a small man wearing a Confucian robe and made of hay. With the other hand, he raised a long awl and dropped it hard. With a puff and a puff, the chopped straw flew into the air.
After a while, the straw man was stabbed to pieces.
"Press Jiang Li up!"
He Loushi screamed loudly and threw the broken straw man in his hand to the ground.
"Madam, please take a rest. If you continue like this, your body will be exhausted!"
When the maid Xue Liu saw this, she couldn't help but comfort her in a low voice. In the past few days, the number of straw men that the eldest lady had stabbed was not even one thousand, but eight hundred. Both of her palms were bruised and bloody.
"You bastard, why do you feel sorry for Jiang Li? In the past few days, I saw you looking at Jiang Li in a wrong way. You saw that I had lost my position, and you wanted to betray your lust to seduce that bastard?"
The eldest lady, He Loushi, laughed ferociously, grabbed Xue Liu's hair, pulled her over, and pressed her to the ground. The long awl in her hand fell hard, and one awl after another pierced the maid's body. After a while, the blood oozed out. The blood stained most of his clothes red.
"Madam, please forgive me, no, no, I don't have it, I don't have it!"
Xue Liu screamed in pain, begged loudly for mercy, and struggled desperately, but the eldest lady's palms were as if they were made of iron, containing a thousand pounds of power, and she could not break free at all.
The shrill screams and the splattering of blood seemed to arouse the pleasure in Helou's heart. Her face became more ferocious and crazy, and the long awl that penetrated became more ferocious.
Xue Liu's screams became smaller and smaller, and gradually disappeared.
"You useless idiot, you're going to die so soon!"
He Loushi cursed loudly, but still kept pricking his hands.
"Mother, my father doesn't want to deal with Jiang Li. I'm going to write a letter and send it to the south, begging my grandfather to take action. We must kill Jiang Li before he grows up, otherwise we will not have a foothold in the future Hou Mansion. In such a land, the eldest brother and the second brother can no longer inherit the father’s legacy!”
Jiang Xuanlin stood aside, watching helplessly as Xue Liu was dug into a hornet's nest by He Loushi. His delicate body and face, which he had kissed and bumped against more than once, were already bloody and bloody, which made him frown slightly and make him feel sick to his stomach.
"I have already asked Aunt Yan to go to Wukong Temple. Master Xuanzhen was arranged by my father outside Shengjing City to solve all kinds of troubles for me. With his help, he might be able to kill that little beast Jiang Li!"
Helou wiped the blood splattered on his face and raised the corners of his mouth in a cruel arc.
"Jiang Li's mother, Jiang Xuanxin's mother, and several unscrupulous concubines were all tortured to death by Master Xuanzhen. Xuanlin, please remember that although those evil methods have evil origins and many hidden dangers, they can still be used. .
"Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters, let alone be bound by benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust. They are tools used to restrain and regulate ordinary people, not us who are born to be in power.
"As long as you are not discovered, you can use any conspiracy method. Learn from your father. When you can have 70% of his firepower, you will be able to control a party and achieve great things!"
He Lou said ferociously.
"Mr. Helou, what are you talking nonsense about? As a mistress, this is how you educate your children!"
Jiang Xuanlin was slightly startled. Just as he was about to say something, a majestic and upright shout came from outside the door. Immediately, the door opened and a tall and burly figure who looked like a god or demon walked in.
Jiang Shirong put his hands behind his back, and the purple gold crown on his head shone with a vast and noble aura of dignity under the cold moon, just like a purple sun sweeping away the gloomy and gloomy atmosphere of Qiluanxuan.
"Father!"
Jiang Xuanlin's heart trembled and he knelt down quickly.
"Mistress? Am I still the mistress of this house?"
He Lou laughed sadly, stood up and knelt at Jiang Shirong's feet. A charming smile appeared on his blood-stained face: "Did the Marquis come here to see my concubine's joke? When you joined my He Lou family, you still You're just an outer disciple. If my father hadn't valued you and cultivated you vigorously, would you have achieved the glory you have today? Now that this concubine is of no use, you want to abandon me like that bitch from Dzi Zhu?"
"Zhirou, what are you talking about? We grew up together since childhood. Our friendship is beyond comparison with anyone. Now it's just a temporary measure. Jiang Li is getting the favor of the Holy One. You can just be aggrieved for a few days. Wei's temperament is weak. , and he has no heirs, how can he control the Hou Mansion!"
Jiang Shirong shook his head, glanced at the corpse on the ground, frowned and said: "If word spreads about the people who planted grass in the Buddhist hall and tortured and killed the maids, where is the face of you and me, and where is the face of the Hou Mansion? Lin'er, call someone in and clean up. !”
"Yes, father!"
Jiang Xuanlin stood up quickly and hurried out of the hall, but before he could cross the threshold, a strange wind blew into the Buddhist hall and passed through Jiang Xuanlin's body.
Under the miserable moonlight, a ferocious ghost with disheveled hair and wrinkled face condensed and took shape. He fell to the ground with a plop. The soul was weak and transparent, and was full of countless cracks, which might break apart at any time.
"Miss, miss!"
Aunt Yan's ghost condensed into shape, her voice was cruel, like a ghost crying or a wolf howling, "Wukong Temple is destroyed, that bitch Jiang Li is incredible, Jiang Xinyu was all killed by him... Ah, Lord Marquis!"
Nanny Yan's ghost was severely damaged and she flew back to the Marquis Mansion with a breath of air. She was already crumbling and weak. She opened her mouth and shouted. Halfway through her words, she saw the figure of Marquis Zhenwu also in the temple. I couldn't help but hesitate.
"You went to Wu Kong Temple again!"
Jiang Shirong's eyes were condensed as he looked at Nanny Yan. Just one glance almost completely dissipated the soul that was on the verge of being broken.
"ah"
Grandma Yan screamed, and her soul scattered uncontrollably, but was suppressed on the spot by a strange force and collapsed.
"The Marquis' spiritual will has become so strong that his blood has condensed into his body and will no longer leak out. Has he reached that state?"
Grandma Yan was extremely shocked.
At this moment, her soul has left her shell, and she has been severely damaged. If she comes into contact with the warrior's energy and blood, she will definitely be wiped out, let alone stand in front of a peak martial saint.
Even the Yinyoujing Yinhun in its heyday will collapse in an instant when faced with the energy and blood of a peak martial saint.
But when she was so close to Jiang Shirong, Yinhun felt no pressure at all.
If Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, had not dried up, there would be only one explanation.
A body without leakage.
The paradise of immortality!
"Master Hou, I..."
Under the accumulated power, Nanny Yan's soul trembled like chaff, her mind suddenly went blank, and she didn't know how to speak.
"Master Hou, you are already a human immortal!"
Helou's face was filled with surprise.
"No, I just touched the threshold and took another step forward. The physical body is extremely close, but there is only the last mental obstacle left!"
Jiang Shirong waved his hand, looked at Nanny Yan and said, "What do you think happened to Jiang Li?"
"Jiang Li!"
Grandma Yan was startled, and everything about Jiang Li emerged in her blank mind. The vicious look reappeared on her face, and she spoke ferociously.
"Master Hou, Jiang Li...ah!"
Just as Nanny Yan spoke, the air around her suddenly condensed, and an extremely dangerous and strange aura came across hundreds of miles.
In the space outside the Buddhist hall, the shadows twisted, and a black long nail phantom passed through the space and arrived in a moment.
With a whoosh, it pierced through Grandma Yan.
The ghost that had been suppressed by Zhenwu Marquis Jiang Shirong's fist and will let out a shrill and piercing scream, exploded completely with a bang, and completely dissipated.
"What kind of power is this? It's so weird. It treats my fist and will as nothing!"
Jiang Shirong raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise on his face.
Even he couldn't control or stop the sudden change.
"Master Hou, what happened, where is Aunt Yan?"
He Loushi suddenly panicked, and seemed to sense something.
It's like being surrounded by an invisible force, placed in the palm of your hand, and you feel like you can't help it.
"It must be Jiang Li, it must be Jiang Li's fault, Lord Marquis, Jiang Li can't stay!"
He Lou was inexplicably horrified, and suddenly shouted, wanting to throw himself at Marquis Wu. It seemed that only by falling into this embrace could he feel peaceful and safe.
She ran forward. As soon as she took a step forward, the atmosphere around her suddenly changed. A black spike suddenly appeared and pierced her thigh with a swish.
The phantom was invisible and not real, but when it pierced He Loushi's thigh, it penetrated directly with a pop.
The blood sprayed out with the minced meat and bones, scattered on the ground, and soaked in the weeds.
He Loushi screamed miserably and fell to the ground with a thud. The severe pain made her hunched over and huddled up.
"Mother!"
Jiang Xuanlin was shocked when he saw this, and rushed forward to help He Loushi, but at this time, the second black shadow passed through the void and arrived one after another.
"Ah, Lord Marquis!"
He Loushi screamed loudly, her legs were all pierced by long nails, blood flowed all over the floor, and her bones and flesh were all broken.
"Zhirou!"
Jiang Shirong strode forward, his overwhelming momentum rising into the sky. The entire roof of the temple could not withstand the pressure. It shattered with a bang, and the wood, stone, and tiles turned into powder and floated.
There is also the essence of the fist spirit, which dominates the world and seals a space world.
"Pfft"
But the third black shadow still arrived as expected. Although it was shrouded by the substantial fist spirit, as if it was trapped in the swamp sand, it still moved forward.
"Master Hou!"
He Loushi raised his arms helplessly, trying to grab the corner of Jiang Shirong's clothes, but half of his forearm was shattered by a long black nail.
"Mother!"
Jiang Xuanlin's eyelids were about to burst. He watched He Loushi's arms explode in front of his eyes. He couldn't help shouting: "Father, save mother!"
"What kind of evil magic is this!"
Jiang Shirong's eyes were deep and silent, and his fist spirit had enveloped this space.
But the black phantom spike could travel through space and appear directly on He Loushi. Although he could detect it, it was difficult to stop it.
The strange power erupted from each black spike is above the level of ghosts and immortals.
He has not yet become an immortal. Although he can resist and destroy this power, it is extremely difficult to stop it.
"Puffy Puffy"
Three more black spikes appeared, only a few centimeters away from He Loushi. Before Jiang Shirong's fist could reach him, the spikes had already penetrated He Loushi's body.
Legs, arms, shoulders, abdomen.
He Loushi was held tightly in Jiang Xuanlin's arms, but his body was already in pieces.
"Master Hou, save me, save me!"
Herou's voice was like that of a mosquito, she was shrill and twitching, her whole body was disabled, her vitality had long since withered, and she only had the last bit of strength left.
"Young man, you have the guts to hurt people but don't have the guts to show up. But if you have any grudges, you can come to me directly. Why do you want to hurt my wife?"
Jiang Shirong was on the verge of rage.
As the best warrior in the world, he watched helplessly as his first wife was cast into a spell and tortured to death in front of her.
This is the greatest humiliation for him.
Anger boiled in the sky, and thunder rumbled, shaking the entire Shengjing.
"Peng"
The seventh black spike reappeared, directly crushing Helou's head. Blood sprayed on the wall, and ten big bloody characters suddenly appeared.
"The murderer to avenge his mother is Jiang Li!"
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The shrill, wailing screams came to an abrupt end as He Loushi's head was shattered.
"Mom"
Jiang Xuanlin screamed, kicked his legs wildly, and kept crawling on the ground. His face was pale, his biological mother was tortured and killed in front of her, and her spirit almost collapsed.
"Little beast!"
Jiang Shirong stared intently at the ten big characters on the wall. In his narrow eyes, a killing array of swords, axes and halberds appeared, filled with murderous intent that could not be reversed.
He glanced at Canqi on the ground, strode out, walked into the shadows and disappeared, leaving only a pale-faced Jiang Xuanlin, stunned.
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The grass man's body was covered with blood.
Seven long black nails are inserted into the legs, arms, shoulders, chest, abdomen, and head of the straw man.
It was originally a straw man made out of bundles of weeds, but there was actually blood dripping on it. Such a strange scene even the big black dog who had been a demon for many years was extremely puzzled.
Huyangu and the yang cavalry were kneeling around him. Although they didn't know what kind of magic Jiang Li had performed, they didn't feel any strange or frightening feelings about the scene in front of them.
The 烃狁 serves the master and is loyal.
They are born killers, born only to kill and conquer, and are willing to be their master's sharpest knives and most invincible arrows.
The more mysterious and powerful the master is, the more loyal they will be in serving him and devoting everything he has to him.
After being in exile for a hundred years, Xunxu has only one dream in his heart: to make the name of the strongest iron cavalry in Kyushu return to the world.
"It seems like it's nothing special!"
Zhao Tiehe looked confused and didn't understand where the big black dog was afraid. Instead, he looked at the hundreds of wolf cavalry beside Jiang Li with great curiosity.
After more than a month of training at the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion, Zhao Tiehe had seen countless elite soldiers and generals, but there were also few sergeants and captains who could possess the chilling aura of these mysterious cavalry.
If placed among the Great Zhou Cavalry, they would definitely be the top class.
It was difficult for Zhao Tiehe to describe the temperament exuded by these wolf cavalry. He only knew that even Huangfu Muchuan's elite soldiers could not compare with these cavalry in terms of momentum.
"Jiang Li, you little beast, I'm going to kill you!"
Just as Zhao Tiehe was secretly sizing up the wolf cavalry, a straw man suddenly let out a shrill scream.
Zhao Tiehe was startled, and quickly turned around to look, and saw the faint shadow of a beautiful middle-aged woman with disheveled hair emerging from the bloody straw man.
"Wow, isn't this the evil god's method of nailing people? You destroyed her body, how can you still capture her soul!" The big black dog exclaimed.
"Madam, I'm afraid you won't have this chance in this life, and you won't have another life!"
Jiang Li's heart moved, and seven spikes flew out from the straw man's body.
The ghost of He Lou who lost the restraint of the long nails screamed violently and rushed towards him with bared teeth and claws. But in the next moment, the Seven Arrows Book floating on the side flashed and directly absorbed the ghost of He Lou.
The eldest lady assassinated his mother and tortured and suppressed him for more than ten years. Naturally, Jiang Li would not just kill her.
When everything is over, he will personally take He Lou's soul to worship his mother.
"The wolf obeys orders and scatters to hide. It cannot appear without my order!"
Jiang Li put away the Seven Arrows scroll and ordered softly.
"promise!"
Hu Yangu nodded, beckoned the surrounding tribesmen to get on their horses, and turned into a black cloud that swept away and disappeared in an instant.
"Brother Zhao, you and I are separated for now. Don't talk to anyone about what happened today!"
Jiang Li waved to the big black dog, "Dahei, escort Zhao Tiehe into the city in five days."
"Wang, Jiang Li, you killed He Loushi, but you want to leave Shengjing?"
The big black dog circled Jiang Li, a little worried: "Although you have many methods, if Jiang Shirong wants to catch you, it will be too easy!"
"Why should I leave?"
Jiang Li smiled lightly: "There is no need for Jiang Shirong to come to me, I will go and see him in person to confirm the last doubt in my mind!"
(End of chapter)
