"Jiang Xuanluo, I can't decipher the methods of immortals, but the punishment you should bear must not be less!"
Jiang Li's soul and thoughts were attached to the shuttle sword, and he quietly swam out from the gap under the stone door of the prison cell.
He used the power of Tiangang to turn stones into gold, and changed the properties of the medicine Anxi Powder hidden in Jiang Xuanluo's mouth, turning it into gold and iron.
On the day of Jiang Xuanluo's execution, even if he swallowed it, it would have no effect.
The pain he should bear will not be diminished at all.
One person's mistake resulted in the tragic death of more than 300,000 soldiers. Even if he was punished hundreds of times, it would not be enough to eliminate his serious crime.
The moonlight was cold, falling from the condensed blood-evil air that enveloped the camp, and was as congealed as white frost.
The light fell on the sword, paused slightly, and passed directly through it, as if the sword did not exist.
"Hmph, a little ghost dares to visit the military camp at night, how brave he is!"
Jiang Li left the stone building, and a burly figure in a python robe stood in the open space in front of the stone building. He suddenly turned around and snorted coldly.
An unparalleled fist spirit, as powerful as a mountain collapse, hit the shuttle sword with a bang.
How could the small three-inch sword withstand Wu Hou's drink? It instantly turned into powder. Jiang Li's soul lost its protection and was directly exposed. It was directly overwhelmed and crushed by the spirit of the fist. It shattered with a bang and turned into nothingness.
There was not even a bit of energy left to resist or struggle.
"You dare to wander around the military camp before you arrive at Guixian. You really thought I couldn't detect him!"
Jiang Shirong stretched out his hand to explore, and the powder from the shuttle sword flew lightly and was caught in his palm.
"However, the material and pattern of this sword are also special. It has never been seen before. It can restrain all aura fluctuations. If I hadn't suddenly felt a warning sign before leaving the stone building, I would have escaped right under my nose!" "
Jiang Shirong sneered, raised his eyes and looked coldly in one direction.
"Marquis Wu, did you find anything unusual?"
Dozens of sergeants standing nearby immediately gathered around and asked nervously.
They are responsible for guarding the stone tower. If they make any mistake, it will be a crime of beheading and annihilating the clan.
"It's just a little ghost. When I drank it, his soul flew away and died long ago. This is the place where serious war criminals of the Northern Expedition are imprisoned. You must be careful not to let in any little thieves!"
Jiang Shirong scolded him sternly, flipped his palm, and the sword powder flew away in the wind. He turned around and walked step by step towards the outside of the camp on the middle road.
"We will obey the warning of Marquis Wu!"
All the sergeants bowed and saluted, looking at the tall figure of Wu Hou gradually retreating, their hearts were a little complicated.
Marquis Zhenwu has outstanding achievements and is the most powerful in the world. His loyalty to the Great Zhou Dynasty is unquestionable. He also comes from a humble martial arts background. He has always been a role model for the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty to follow secretly.
But his son Jiang Xuanluo delayed a major military event and was guilty of an unpardonable crime.
Not only did he commit the serious crime of dereliction of duty, he was also greedy for life and afraid of death, and abandoned his subordinates.
Is it his nature?
Or is it that Marquis Wu has no way to teach his children?
The guard sergeant was in a humble position and did not dare to talk or think too much. He stood back up and braced himself, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, alert to everything.
But he didn't notice that the powder scattered among the grass seemed to be blown by the breeze, and gradually gathered together, turning into a faint smoke, drifting into the distance.
"It was a very dangerous thing. Fortunately, I was careful. Before I flew out of the stone building, I separated out a ray of soul thought and hid in the building to observe secretly. Otherwise, I would have been hit by Jiang Shirong's fist spirit and completely wiped out. I even used the Nine Breath Conquering Qi to restore my soul state. No chance!"
Jiang Li sighed secretly and was terrified.
Even though the ghosts and immortals who have not yet become Thunder Tribulation are accomplished in Taoism and can control magic weapons and display many magical powers, they are still extremely fragile and their souls may be destroyed at any time.
Without the complete protection of the shuttle sword, the journey of just ten miles seemed like thousands of miles away.
The bloody energy rushing around in the camp was rolling and swirling endlessly. To the ghost, it was like a blazing fire with a temperature of tens of millions of degrees.
If it is slightly contaminated, it will be cooked through.
Jiang Li was marching hard. No matter how careful he was, he would inevitably be affected by the collision. Less than half the way, he was forced to use Nine Breath Convince Qi six times to restore the damaged soul.
If it had been any other divine object, divine manifestation or even a great demon that had taken possession of the body, it would have been swallowed up by the strong blood and Yang evil spirit before it had even gone a hundred meters.
"Jiang Li, I can lend you this magic weapon!"
Just when Jiang Li was about to use Nine Breaths Convince Qi again to restore his soul, a tall and slender figure suddenly stepped out of the blood-sucking mist surging in front of him.
Shangguan Qingyan quickly approached, pulled out the hosta from her bun, and approached Jiang Li.
"Thank you very much!"
Jiang Li felt at ease, abandoned the shuttle sword powder, and flew his soul into the hosta. Most of the blood and Yang evil spirits swirling around him were immediately isolated from the hosta.
Pressure plummets.
"What happened?"
Shangguan Qingyan felt relieved when she saw that Jiang Li was fine.
She, the fox demon Yuntao, the green bull demon, the big black dog and others were protecting Jiang Li in the main tent.
Suddenly, they found that several incense sticks in the incense burner broke instantly, and everyone was shocked.
The broken incense stick means that the person has escaped from his shell, and his soul and thoughts have been irreparably damaged.
Although the last remaining incense stick became bright again in the next moment, no one dared to take the risk. Except for the green bull demon who was guarding Jiang Li's physical body in the main tent, they all left the tent and searched everywhere.
After a while, the big black dog, deer demon, Mo Yunliang, Hu Yangu and others who received the message also came over.
"I controlled the shuttle sword and was discovered by Jiang Shirong!"
After returning to the main tent, Jiang Li briefly described what happened before.
"How is this possible? I have used Mr. Niu's shuttle sword several times, and even slipped away under the eyes of the Martial Saint!" Yuntao was a little puzzled.
"Jiang Shirong is about to step on the bridge to immortality!"
In the stone tower, Jiang Shirong suppressed Jiang Xuanluo's soul with one finger, and the Immortal Road to Heaven that emerged behind him became clearer than a few months ago.
This made Jiang Li feel a lot of pressure.
With his current methods, he can compete with junior martial saints, but facing human immortals, he is still no different from an ant.
If Jiang Shirong cannot have the power to compete with him for a short period of time before he ascends to immortality, the road ahead will only become more difficult.
After Jiang Shirong became an immortal, there was no way he would be allowed to grow up freely.
"Human Immortal!"
Everyone was even more shocked.
The theory of immortality has always existed in myths passed down orally and in incomplete classics.
In modern and ancient times, human immortals have never been born.
If Jiang Shirong really reaches that state one day, even if Emperor Jing is blessed with the destiny of a country, he may not be able to suppress Jiang Shirong.
Boom boom boom
Outside the camp, the sound of roaring iron hoofs also sounded at this time. Everyone knew that this was the sound of Jiang Shirong leading the three tiger guards and Yinwu Keqing to leave.
In no more than ten days, when Wu Hou returns again, he will definitely bring back the head of Leader Dugu.
King Jing's Lingchi execution of Jiang Xuanluo will also be activated when Wu Hou arrives at Gufeng again.
Jiang Xuanluo's flesh and blood was used to pay homage to the heroic souls of more than 300,000 Zhou soldiers who died innocently in battle.
Jiang Xuanluo brought it upon himself, but Wuhou's anger inevitably turned on Jiang Li.
The feud between father and son will only get worse.
After everyone left, Jiang Li sat cross-legged on the thick sheepskin blanket alone, looking through the tent window at the bright sea of stars at night.
The overall situation in the northwest mang is tentatively decided. Once Jiang Shirong succeeds in his attack on the second royal court in Beimang, the east-route army led by Liu Honglie and the coalition forces of Princess Yunle and Da Luo will immediately launch a fierce offensive against the second royal court.
The Northern Expedition will also enter the next stage.
But these have nothing to do with Jiang Li for the time being. He is stationed in the Anmang Protectorate in Li Province, and his only mission is to intimidate the various tribes of the Mang clan so that they do not dare to act rashly and become rebellious again.
Sitting in a province and controlling more than 100,000 troops and horses, although he had overwhelming power, it did not give Jiang Li much sense of security.
In this world, no matter how powerful the power and wealth are, they are just fleeting. Only the absolute power that transcends the world is the foundation for settling down and establishing a life.
The reason why Marquis Wu was so highly valued by Emperor Jing and so respected by the people of the world was not because he controlled the world's troops, held the position of supreme minister, and had power over the government and the public.
The real reason is his transcendent strength that surpasses Kyushu.
The best martial artist in the world of Kyushu!
"Martial Saint, Human Immortal!"
Jiang Li clenched his fist gently, the Sumeru Ring shimmered, and many precious medicines, spiritual fruits, dragon scale fish meat, true essence pills and other items appeared in front of him.
It has been two months since he entered the Yiwu Realm. During these days, although he has been traveling all the way and fighting in the east and west, he has not relaxed for a day and has seized all the time to practice and improve.
After leaving Li Province and heading to the central part of the wilderness, he was suddenly blessed with good fortune, which made his heart surge with excitement. His spiritual realm of martial arts improved a lot, and he was only an inch away from the late stage of Yiwu realm.
For the next ten days, Jiang Li worked hard to improve his cultivation without leaving his tent.
Tempering the physical body, trying to figure out and understand everything he experienced in several battles.
When Marquis Zhenwu's iron hooves reappeared from the end of the eastern land, carrying the dust, smoke and blood from thousands of miles away, Jiang Li walked out of the camp and looked to the east, his light introverted.
After ten days of hard training, his martial arts realm took another step forward, and he finally entered the late stage of the Yiwu realm. He was just around the corner from the final divine transformation of the ordinary martial arts realm.
"Marquis Wu is back!"
"Running thousands of miles to attack the second royal court of Mang Khan, what a feat it is!"
"I wonder if Marquis Wu succeeded. If he really does it, this move will be recorded in the annals of history and will be admired by millions of warriors in future generations!"
"The Tiger Guard behind him... seems to have suffered a lot of damage!"
In the middle camp, countless sergeants were alerted. They put aside all their affairs and gathered on both sides of the road to the camp, waiting for the triumphal return of Marquis Wu.
Boom boom boom
The sound of hooves in the distance was getting closer, and there were less than a hundred people but the momentum of thousands of troops broke out.
There were more than 470 Sanhu Guards when they left, but only 77 were left when they returned.
All three hundred and fifty Raging Tiger Guards were killed.
Nearly half of the hundred Blood Tiger Guards were lost.
There are still twenty Tianhu guards.
Marquis Zhenwu took the lead, and the armor of the Black Evil Horse King who sat down was covered in layers of dried blood, like a monster coming out of the blood pool of hell.
The black tower warriors behind him were majestic and majestic, carrying the Yunhu banner of Zhenwuhou. One of his arms had long been left empty.
The fierce cavalry were like wind and arrows, and they rushed into the camp of the Central Army with a bang, sending up wind and sand all over the sky.
"My minister, Jiang Shirong, has lived up to His Majesty's expectations, and now he has beheaded the leader of the Dugu Royal Clan, Dugu Xuansheng, on his neck!"
Jiang Shirong reined in his horse and stopped suddenly. He grabbed something from under the black horse's neck and raised it high. It was an old head with a look of fear and drunkenness on his face.
Countless Zhou sergeants around looked at it from a distance. When they saw the head in Wuhou's hand, it was not difficult to imagine the scene thousands of miles away.
In the luxurious and golden hall, Dugu Xuan Sheng was lying in bed surrounded by beauty. Countless enchanting dancers in thin clothes danced in front of him, and the faint fragrance lingered, enchanting the soul.
Sitting on both sides were many respected nobles from Beimang, singing along to the music, clapping their hands, or staring lewdly at the pretty slave pouring wine beside her, stretching out their big black-haired hands and stroking them gently...
Suddenly, dozens of miles away, gongs and trumpets were sounded, fire suddenly burst out, and the sound of killing shook the sky.
Before the Beimang nobles in the main hall could realize anything, a majestic figure that made Jiuzhou warriors frightened rode straight into the main hall on a black evil horse, and cut off the head of Dugu Xuansheng, who was still holding a wine glass...
"Marquis Wu, you really did not disappoint me!"
On the top of Gufeng Mountain, Emperor Jing's figure rarely appeared. He carried the sky on his back, and his luck was added to his body. Thousands of qi and phenomena rose behind him, transforming into countless gorgeous scenes and auspicious beasts and auspicious clouds.
It was as if he was the co-lord of the Nine Provinces who came out of heaven.
If the priests of the Qintian Prison were here, they would definitely be able to see at a glance that King Jing's blessings made the Great Zhou's luck much more prosperous.
This includes both the luck gained by Jiang Li's recovery of Li Province and the morale boost brought by Jiang Shirong's thousands-mile attack on the Dugu royal family.
"I did not teach my son the right way. Although the Holy One was tolerant and exempted Shi Rong from the guilt, I am fully aware of the seriousness of the guilt and have no face to see the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who died in the battle. I now use the head of Dugu Xuansheng, the leader of the Dugu royal family, to pay tribute to the hero's soul!"
Jiang Shirong turned over and dismounted, knelt on one knee and worshiped, making a loud sound like a bell.
"Marquis Wu is so loyal that everyone in the world knows about it!"
The sergeants of Zhou Dynasty were so inspired that they shouted in unison. The sound was like a tide, shaking the heaven and the earth.
Five hundred cavalry entered Mangting alone, charged thousands of miles, beheaded the enemy, and returned triumphantly.
Just hearing about such deeds makes me feel excited and excited.
Not to mention that the sergeants are experiencing this scene personally.
The brutality of the three Tiger Guards in Zhenwuhou Mansion is enough to imagine the horror and blood of that battle.
"Shi Rong, I have seen your loyalty, Dazhou has seen your loyalty, and thousands of soldiers have also seen your loyalty!"
Emperor Jing was deeply pleased and sighed: "However, the state has laws. Since they have been established, there is no way to disobey them. Even I must follow them and I dare not abolish them!"
"Your Majesty, I am in charge of the Ministry of War and command the laws. I naturally know that the authority of the classics cannot be blasphemed. My son Xuanluo has committed a serious crime. Even if I have thousands of meritorious deeds, I cannot offset it. Otherwise, where is the majesty of the country and where are the laws and regulations of the court!"
Jiang Shirong's voice boomed, resounding in all directions, and he was as firm as iron: "I ask the Holy One to issue an order to punish Jiang Xuanluo, the guilty minister of Li Province's war situation, according to laws and military regulations, so as to serve as a warning to others and to shock the world!"
"Marquis Wu is extremely loyal, noble and upright, and has the world in mind!"
All the soldiers stood up and shouted together again, the sound was like a flood, sweeping through the wilderness.
"In that case, let's execute him!"
Emperor Jing nodded and waved his arm. On a platform in the middle of the lonely peak, more than a hundred heavily armored military attachés suddenly appeared.
They lined up on both sides, guarding with halberds, intimidating all parties. There were even dozens of sergeants carrying a refined iron torture platform weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, which was placed in the center of the platform.
Jiang Xuanluo's hand tendons and hamstrings were severed, and he was dragged to the execution platform by four sergeants and tightly tied to the iron frame with chains made of hundreds of refined steel.
Eunuch Shangbao stood up and recited the imperial edict: "General Jiang Xuanluo of Yunhui was ordered to command the 50,000-strong army of the Liangzhou General Camp... He neglected his duties and acted out of impulse, which led to the attack on the Liangzhou General Camp. More than 300,000 soldiers died tragically, which was a dangerous disaster. In Sheji, if you destroy the ancestral temple, you should be punished by Ling Chi according to the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"Execution!"
As soon as Eunuch Shang Bao finished speaking, a thin, shirtless executioner walked up slowly. He took out a few iron walnuts from the iron table nearby, pinched Jiang Xuanluo's mouth open, and stuffed a few iron walnuts into his mouth. into the latter's mouth.
"Jiang Li!"
Jiang Xuanluo's eyes were filled with resentment. He looked down and saw the young man in white standing under the banner of the Zhenjun Marquis.
The young man was raising his head at this time and looking at him calmly.
Their eyes met, but there was a collision of completely different emotions.
"Just wait, when I return, everything will completely change!"
There was a cold and ferocious smile on Jiang Xuanluo's lips. The moment the executioner pinched his mouth open, he swallowed the pill Anxisan that had been pressed under his tongue in one gulp.
Lingchi torture takes three days and three nights, and the timing of swallowing must be just right.
The warm and hard elixir slipped into his belly, but the expected evaporation and circulation of the medicine did not appear.
The small elixir entered his abdomen, and it seemed to weigh a lot, but it was like a hard stone and an iron ball. No matter how much he pushed it, there was no reaction at all.
"Um?"
Jiang Xuanluo's heart couldn't help but sink.
He shifted his gaze and looked in another direction. His father, Zhenwu Marquis Jiang Shirong, was holding the head of Dugu Xuansheng and looking at him with the same calm eyes.
Seeing the calmness and calmness in his father's eyes, and seeing the Tiger Guard almost destroyed, Jiang Xuanluo's initially nervous mood immediately relaxed.
Father can never be wrong!
In this world, anyone can make mistakes, but Zhenwu Hou will never do it.
This is not Jiang Xuanluo's blind confidence, but the consensus of the world.
Yes, if the Anxi Powder given by my father was really like an ordinary elixir, wouldn't it be noticed by the executioner and the surrounding military attachés responsible for surveillance?
Jiang Xuanluo's mouth was filled with iron walnuts. He slowly closed his eyes and waited for the moment of execution.
As long as he successfully passes these three days, he will have the possibility of regaining his life.
At most, it's just a matter of giving up some face, acting and wailing a few times.
In order to survive, in order to take revenge, why should I avenge you? It’s insignificant!
"Jiang Xuanluo, I'm offended!"
I heard the executioner's voice and the sound of a knife being unsheathed.
With a snap, Jiang Xuanluo felt his chest being slapped hard by the executioner. The touch was so real.
Although there was not much pain, Jiang Xuanluo still opened his eyes uncontrollably.
"?"
"The medicine hasn't taken effect yet?"
While Jiang Xuanluo was wondering, the executioner turned the knife dexterously, and a piece of meat the size of a copper coin was unscrewed from his chest, leaving a wound that resembled a blind man's eye socket.
The technique was clean and neat, and no blood oozed out with one cut.
But Jiang Xuanluo was completely overwhelmed by boundless fear.
pain.
Real pain.
Not the slightest relief.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at his chest in disbelief. He heard the executioner's slow explanation in his ears: "General Xuanluo learned that the number of knives in this torture is one thousand four hundred and ninety-nine. After every ten knives, there is a break and a shout." , the execution lasted for three days, and on the first day, five hundred cuts were made, like large fingernails..."
"Uh-huh!"
When Jiang Xuanluo heard this, his pupils instantly contracted and shook violently like crazy, looking at Marquis Wu for help.
Although I don’t know why the elixir didn’t work.
Although Jiang Xuanluo was sure that his father would never lie to him.
But facing such torture, and not knowing when the Anxi Powder will take effect.
The fear in Jiang Xuanluo's heart was completely uncontrollable.
It wasn't that he couldn't bear the pain of a few cuts on his flesh, but that he couldn't bear the cuts of hundreds of cuts.
Feeling his body being cut off bit by bit.
At this time, the second knife had already fallen, followed immediately by the third and fourth knife...
The executioner held a knife in one hand, and with extremely fast speed and strange power skills, the executioner slapped Jiang Xuanluo's body, beating the blood in his body to other parts of his body, sealing the large blood vessels, thereby prolonging Jiang Xuanluo's life.
"Father, father!"
Jiang Xuanluo looked like a madman, his eyelids were cracked open and bleeding, his teeth bit hard on the smooth iron walnut, but could not stick to it, and he almost collapsed completely.
"Luo'er..."
Jiang Shirong stood under the solitary peak, even though he had already given the Anxi Powder to Jiang Xuanluo, and suppressed his soul to ensure his immortality.
But seeing his eldest son being tortured like this, some emotions surged in his heart under his calm appearance.
Your skin and hair is from your parents.
The knife slashed Jiang Xuanluo's body. Xuanluo felt no pain, but Jiang Shirong still found it unbearable.
"Xuan Luo, I hope you can go through this ordeal and be reborn as a phoenix!"
Jiang Shirong said softly.
Seeing Jiang Xuanluo's ferocious, painful, fearful, helpless... various emotional expressions, as well as the constant flow of tears, snot, and saliva...
Jiang Shirong nodded slightly.
Xuan Luo finally took the first step of growth.
Abandoning useless dignity and face is the first step to growth.
It's just that this expression seems a little too real.
As a master of the Divine Transformation Realm, Jiang Xuanluo has subtle control over his physical body and is able to produce a variety of real physiological reactions.
But the emotion in his eyes was impossible to this extent.
Hasn't he swallowed Anzai Powder yet?
Jiang Shirong first had this idea in his mind.
Could it be that Xuan Luo wanted to convince everyone with his true feelings, and then swallowed Anxi Powder to deceive them?
It’s hard for my son!
But, is it really necessary to carry so many knives?
(End of chapter)
