"wrong!"
On the Gufeng execution platform, Jiang Xuanluo looked ferocious. Countless blood vessels protruded due to intense emotional congestion. His facial muscles were twisted, and beads of sweat dripped uncontrollably. He fell on the execution platform and splashed into water mist.
The dignified heiress of the Hou Mansion was trembling all over, and the fear, pain, anxiety, and panic in his eyes were definitely not fake.
"There's a problem with Anxi San!"
Jiang Shirong's eyes narrowed, and he realized something in an instant when he saw Jiang Xuanluo go from being calm to being crazy.
He even suddenly remembered the little ghost that he blasted away ten days ago in front of the entrance to the stone tower prison.
I thought that the ghost came here just to eavesdrop on the news, but I didn't expect that the ghost actually tampered with the An'xi San mentioned by Jiang Xuanluo before leaving the stone building.
However, Jiang Shirong had no time to think about why Jiang Xuanluo, a master of the Divine Transformation Realm, could not even notice a small ghost that had not yet reached the Divine Object Realm.
What he is worried about now is whether Jiang Xuanluo can withstand the torture of Lingchi safely and still remain conscious and sane.
Once he is unable to withstand the various shocks brought by Ling Chi, falls into madness, and his soul is split, even if Jiang Shirong is promoted to a high-level immortal one day, it will be difficult for him to recover.
Even if he is barely resurrected, he can still become a madman with an extreme temperament.
Jiang Shirong's son would rather die than go crazy!
so
Who is pulling the strings in secret?
Jiang Shirong's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was like a sword, extremely sharp and bone-piercing, directed at Jiang Li.
"Marquis Wu is righteous!"
Jiang Li faced Wu Hou's sharp eyes, clasped his fists, and praised loudly: "The sage said that the prince who breaks the law is the same as the common people. The law is not noble, the rope is not bending, and the law is imposed. The wise cannot refuse, the brave cannot fight, and the punishment Don’t avoid ministers when making mistakes, and don’t leave out every person when you reward good deeds. Marquis Wu understands righteousness and sets an example, and he should be a model for our dynasty!”
The sound is sonorous and powerful, traveling far and wide.
"The Marquis of Zhenjun is right, officials and dignitaries should lead by example!"
“Don’t avoid ministers when punishing someone who has done something wrong, and don’t spare an ordinary person when he rewards good deeds. This is truly an eternal quatrain!”
"Marquis Wu is righteous, but it's a pity..."
Many sergeants heard Jiang Li's "high praise", and the voices of cheers were heard one after another.
One after another, the voices were accompanied by looks of reverence, admiration, and sympathy, more like sharp blades whirling on Wu Hou's body.
"Nie Zi, it is indeed you!"
Jiang Shirong's eyes instantly condensed, and boundless coldness rose up, reflecting in Jiang Li's heart. In an instant, thousands of miles of ice were frozen, as if the whole world was frozen by Wuhou's chill.
There is a feeling of falling into the abyss and being in the arctic ice field.
Isolated and helpless, and terrified.
But Jiang Li's eyes were bright and his demeanor remained calm and calm, neither humble nor arrogant, neither happy nor angry.
It did not waver at all because Jiang Xuanluo was in pain and Wu Hou was angry and distressed.
Jiang Xuanluo deserved what he deserved, and everything was due to the normal operation of Chao Gang's laws.
This is how the world should be.
Let good people not be disappointed and let bad people be punished.
Everything is done according to the rules.
As an important minister of the country and a university of science, Jiang Shirong should enjoy all the power, wealth, and fame.
But you want to gain fame and protect your son?
What a beautiful thought!
"Shi Rong, you lost a son today, but you also gained another. The praise given to you by the Zhenjun Marquis today is fair and objective, which shows that his character is not a rebellious son!"
Jiang Li's words naturally couldn't escape Jing Huang's ears.
At the top of Gufeng Mountain, the Great Zhou monarch nodded happily: "Both you and your son are the pillars of our Great Zhou Dynasty. There is no irresolvable hatred. The current situation is only caused by the jealous wife He Lou.
"He has a vicious mind and a stubborn jealousy. He is unworthy of a wife. He died unjustly and unjustly. The past is over. It is time for you and your son to get back together. Jiang Li has been granted the title of Marquis and does not have a residence. It is not as good as this." Just build one opposite the Zhenwu Marquis Mansion, with one clan and two marquises, it will surely be a beautiful story for our Zhou Dynasty in the future!"
"Marquis Wu, Marquis of the Army, the mainstay of the country!"
I don't know who shouted loudly, and the cheers of the sergeants came from all directions. It was noisy and chaotic at first, and then merged into one, with hundreds of thousands of voices converging into one.
Jiang Li's face was calm, and Marquis Wu's eyes were as bright as the abyss.
But Jiang Xuanluo, who was tied to the execution platform, was completely shattered by the last sound of the mountain roar and tsunami, which completely shattered the last line of spiritual defense.
Until now, he still doesn't understand why the Anxi Powder given by his father has failed!
Could it be that his father really felt ashamed and disappointed for what he had done?
Yes.
No one would envy the title of Marquis and Prime Minister.
What's more, his own son killed the enemy, conquered the Mang, expanded the territory, and made great achievements.
This is a great achievement that will be sung for all generations.
But isn’t my father the most important person to be born by blood?
Jiang Li was just the son of a woman from the surviving family of the former Qin Dynasty. How could he be respected and honored by the blood of his eldest son?
Jiang Xuanluo bit the iron walnut in his mouth, feeling dead in his heart.
His soul was suppressed by his father. As long as he survived this disaster, there was a possibility of resurrection.
But what if he is resurrected?
Emperor Jing had already convicted his mother He Lou.
Even if he is reborn, he can only live in a different way.
As long as Da Zhou exists and Jiang Li exists, he will have no chance to become his legitimate son again.
You will live like a bedbug in a dark place for the rest of your life.
hatred
How hateful!
Jiang Xuanluo wanted to laugh miserably, but he couldn't make a sound. His body was trembling and trembling, and the air flowed from his nose and chest and was sucked into his lungs.
The feeling of hotness and coolness on the chest was strangely blended together.
He subconsciously looked down, and when he saw the horrific sight on his chest, his pupils instantly contracted.
Bang bang bang, the liver and gallbladder were torn apart, juice flowed out from the unblocked abdomen, and the soul was torn open with a stab, scattered into countless strands, extinguished and silent.
Jiang Xuanluo's head hung weakly, and his tight body relaxed.
He was actually scared to death.
"Your Majesty, Jiang Xuanluo was so scared that he only endured one hundred and seventeen blows!"
The executioner noticed that Jiang Xuanluo's vitality was gone, so he could only stop. Without his unique pushing technique, the blood that had been pushed in one place spurted out and trickled down the execution platform.
"Jiang Xuanluo was scared to death?"
"Hmph, it's really ridiculous. He used to have a great reputation on the border of the Western Region. He was both wise and brave, and was not afraid of life and death. But now it seems that he is just a joke!"
"As the legitimate son of the Hou Mansion, surrounded by experts, my reputation would be even greater if I were him!"
"What a pity that Marquis Wu, who was so famous in his lifetime, had such an heir!"
The soldiers from all directions were in an uproar, obviously not satisfied with this situation.
More than 300,000 fellow soldiers were killed, and even if they were cut into pieces for ten days and ten nights, it would be difficult to relieve the hatred in the hearts of the soldiers.
But now that the sinner is dead, no matter how unwilling he is, it will be in vain.
"The West Route Army was defeated and the main criminal committed suicide. The remaining accomplices will be executed immediately!"
Eunuch Shang Bao shouted, and many prisoners wearing shackles and iron chains were pushed out from the stone platform in the middle of the lonely peak.
Some of them are the commanders of the 50,000-strong Western Wing Army. As fourth-grade generals, they all have the authority to report to Emperor Jing.
He knew clearly that Jiang Xuanluo violated military orders and arrangements without authorization, but neither stopped him nor reported him to the police. This is also an unpardonable crime.
In addition, there are some military generals with important military duties in the West Wing Army and Liangzhou General Camp, including General Ao Yanzhong who returned to Germany.
They were pushed and escorted in front of the execution platform. The sergeants holding ghost-headed knives swarmed over them, spraying liquor on the blades, holding the knives in both hands, and their heads rolled to the ground like watermelons.
"My sons, God bless me during the Great Zhou Dynasty. The army on the Western Route was defeated and the defeat of the Northern Expedition was a foregone conclusion. However, there was the Suppressing Army Marquis who turned the tide and pacified the northwest. The Suppressing Wu Marquis rushed thousands of miles to kill the enemy chiefs and destroy the enemy's morale. The Eastern Route and the Great The Luo Alliance Army has set off at starry night to launch a general attack on the Second Royal Court of Beimang, and the overthrow of Mang Khan is just around the corner!"
Emperor Jing was high-spirited and shouted loudly from the top of Gufeng Mountain. He pointed to the north, his eyes full of ambition, full of ambition and high-spirited momentum.
The big hand slowly grasped it, as if it held the fate of the entire wilderness in its hand.
"The law of heaven has a destiny, and when it becomes prosperous, it must rebel. It is a destiny of the past and present that the Kyushu will not be unified. The Great Zhou Dynasty is not satisfied with the prosperity and peace of Kyushu, and attempts to encroach on the six border states and the four overseas regions? Are you really not afraid of the backlash of the heaven and trap yourself?"
Suddenly the wind and clouds suddenly rose, the sea of clouds surged, and the heaven and earth changed drastically.
The originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and thunder was rolling.
There was even a loud sound that shook out from the clouds.
"How sneaky are you? How dare you pretend to be a ghost in front of me, the Emperor!"
"Beimang Xiao is young and has not yet shown his figure!"
On the top of Gufeng Mountain, two powerful figures appeared from nowhere and jumped into the sky at the same time.
The energy smoke rose above the head and went straight into the sky. The two punched and kicked at the same time, blasting deep into the cloud sky, showing two completely different fist spirits.
Two powerful warriors from the royal family.
"The Martial Saint of the Sima family? The Great Zhou Dynasty has a profound and immeasurable foundation, but if you want to force me to show up, you are still a little short!"
The voice in the sky sounded unhurriedly, the clouds slowly parted, and the terrifying fluctuations of the soul's telepathy slowly spread.
A big hand that could cover dozens of miles was photographed from the clouds and collided with two martial saints from the Great Zhou royal family.
The entire cloud sky trembled.
"puff"
But in the next moment, blood spattered, and the two afterimages fell down like meteorites, directly smashing the ground on the top of Lone Peak and being driven into the mountain.
After a few breaths, two embarrassed figures stumbled out, and their originally majestic and mountainous momentum began to wane.
However, the big hand protruding from Yun Kong did not stop, but directly grabbed Gufeng Mountain.
"God of Beimang? You are the Canglang God Lord, one of the three great gods of Wutian Sect in the Holy Land of Beimang!"
Emperor Jing suddenly shouted, and thousands of phenomena appeared behind him, all gathered together into a force.
Clenching his fist upward, Jinghuang jumped up, the majestic blood covering his whole body, and a supreme spiritual will that was the only one in the world, suddenly appeared in the edge of his fist.
"Emperor Jing is actually a saint!"
Jiang Li was extremely surprised. Since the day he ascended the throne, the Emperor had been blessed with the Great Zhou Luck. Even though he was just a mortal, he could still control power beyond the holy level by relying on the power of luck.
The stronger and more prosperous the country is, the stronger its luck will be.
If one day, Emperor Jing can really unify the Nine Provinces and regain control of the Nine Provinces Cauldron, he can even have a power that rivals the peak immortals.
Therefore, the emperor of a country does not need to practice at all. As long as he devotes all his energy to military affairs and manages the country well, his strength will naturally become stronger and stronger.
Except for the founder of the country, the Zhou emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty were only at the early stage of divine transformation.
Emperor Jing has been on the throne for more than twenty years and has worked hard to govern, but he can still continuously improve his martial arts realm, which shows his great ambition.
King Jing jumped into the sky, and his luck, fist spirit, and blood condensed and merged, revealing an ancient divine bird silhouette surrounded by blazing flames.
"The Flame Bird Feather Transformation Skill"
Jiang Li looked at the phantom of the divine bird taking shape in the clouds, and his heart moved.
"Flaming Bird Feather Transformation Technique" is a secret body-refining method created by Taizu Taizu of the Zhou Dynasty after he figured out the movements and movement of the Nine Nether Flame Bird.
The effect of tempering the physical body is extraordinary. It can not only refine the breath of the flame bird, but also increase the vitality of the physical body, and has extremely powerful self-healing and regeneration abilities.
When Jiang Li uncovered the conspiracy at Linghe Fort, Emperor Jing had entrusted the fourth prince Sima Ye to send two copies of the secret inheritance of the martial arts of the Great Zhou royal family.
One of them is "Wrath of the Wild Sky", which can burn Qi and blood to increase the explosive power of the physical body.
The other part is what Emperor Jing appears at this moment.
Jiang Li possessed two of the most powerful body-training techniques at the time, the "Yi Jin Marrow Cleansing Sutra" and "Taiyan Ancient Demon Body Training Chapter", but he did not go deep into the practice of "Flame Bird Feather Transformation Kung Fu".
Seeing Emperor Jing's performance at this time, he couldn't help but secretly speculate.
"Heaven and earth unite!"
Emperor Jing turned into a phantom of a flame bird and flew into the sky. He did not use the Wrath of the Wild Sky to explode with stronger power, but used another martial arts inheritance of the Royal Family of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
He held his hands in vain and jerked them toward the center, and the space above the cloud seemed to be pulled and moved by him.
There was a muffled sound in the sky, and the huge palm fell down naked, as if someone had cut off the wrist, and collided with Jing Huang's raised fist.
Without continuous support, the huge palm covering the ground did not lose any strength.
"Zi Xiao Yun Zhan!"
The move was a combination of luck, like martial arts. Emperor Jing's whole body spun around, filled with divine light from the sky. It was vast and sacred, possessing infinite power. However, he was unable to gain any advantage against the palm of his hand. Instead, he was directly hit by the palm of his hand. Suppress the clouds and retreat all the way.
Finally, it was shot directly on the solitary peak, with rubble flying in all directions, and half of the mountain peak was directly shot into pieces.
But no matter how hard he pressed his palm, around Jinghuang who was retreating all the way, the phantom of the Nine Nether Flame Bird spread its wings and screamed, the flames were lingering, and the purple sky's divine brilliance continued to grow vigorously.
"Hahaha, it's ridiculous. The majestic monarch of Zhou can't stop the palm of me, a little god from Beimang!"
In the cloud sky, sneers sounded unabashedly: "Lord of the Great Zhou Dynasty, you control the three states, and your luck seems to be prosperous, but it turns out to be just an illusion.
"Although you have the luck of three states, you only have two of them, and you haven't truly recognized the owner yet. Otherwise, even if you had the luck of one state to compete with me, you would never be in such a mess!"
"I will slowly figure out the world of the Nine Provinces, and one day I will shake the will of the cauldron, let the fate of the Nine Provinces merge into my body, and be used by me!"
Emperor Jing was not angry, but instead had stronger faith and ambition rising in his heart.
"The little false god of Beimang dares to offend the power of the Emperor of Zhou Dynasty. He deserves to die!"
From the huge palm falling from the sky until half of the lonely peak was destroyed, it seemed like a long time, but in fact it only took an instant.
Jiang Shirong raised his head to the sky and shouted violently, and the aura of the peak martial saint's ultimate intention rushed away, just like the actual spirit of fist intention rushed into the sky.
The originally heavy and gloomy clouds suddenly shook and suddenly became light and thin.
Through the clouds, one could vaguely see the shadow of a huge beast lying on all fours and lying on the clouds.
"Great killing technique, Yungang Star Fighter!"
Jiang Shirong put his feet on the ground and pulled hard towards the sky with his hands. The power of his physical body actually stirred up the space.
The clouds that were tens of thousands of meters high were torn apart by him, the clouds and mist dissipated, and a wolf that was one hundred feet in size appeared in everyone's sight.
This gray wolf is all gray and has an extraordinary appearance. It is surrounded by nine colors of divine light. It wears various magic weapons on its neck, forehead, long ears, and four wolf legs. Each magic weapon contains a heart-stopping treasure. The fluctuations in the power of the soul spread.
"Jiang Shirong, you traveled thousands of miles to attack and kill the leader of the Beimang royal family. Do you really think that I, the Mang Khan, have no one?"
The wolf looks vivid and very real, but in fact it is just a body condensed by the thoughts of the soul.
It looked down at Jiang Shirong, with endless anger pouring out of its eyes.
"Today in the Northern Expedition, the Great Zhou Dynasty seems to be victorious, but it is just an illusion. If it hadn't been for that incident, the real top masters of the eight kings were mobilized by Mang Khan to perform tasks. How could they be so easily defeated by you? The father and son conquered and surrendered!"
The Wolf God Lord bared his cold sharp teeth, almost cannibalizing: "The northwest has been lost, and the Second Royal Court has been penetrated. We can only put that matter aside for now and concentrate on dealing with you. The nightmare is coming. ,Hahaha!"
Canglang Shenjun laughed loudly and kept trying to suppress Jinghuang Sima Yi's big hand, but was hit by Jiang Shirong's punch from the air.
The spirit of boxing traveled through the void, and with just one encounter, the giant palm covering the ground shattered with a bang, turning into countless divine thoughts, flying around.
But before he could escape, he was completely swept and killed by the omnipresent Wuhou Fist Spirit.
"Marquis Wu, my divine mind!"
The Canglang Shenjun let out a fierce and painful roar. Once the Taoist practice enters the realm of ghosts and immortals, the thoughts of the soul are divided, and each one is as crystal clear as a diamond. It is not only the origin of the Taoist's soul, but also the condensed Taoist body.
The birth and tempering of every thought is extremely difficult and not easy.
Jiang Shirong shattered the giant palm with one punch, and directly destroyed the scattered thoughts, causing the Canglang Divine Lord to suffer unbearable pain, and the source of his soul was also greatly depleted.
"Buzz"
There were many thoughts of souls exploding and wandering in the cloud sky. The golden page in Jiang Li's mind moved slightly. Taking advantage of the chaos of various forces in the field, he flew high into the sky and returned in one roll. He didn't know how many he captured.
"Beimang False God, since you have come to my camp in Da Zhou, don't leave!"
Jiang Shirong grabbed him from the air, and the Canglang God Lord realized that he was imprisoned by an irresistible force and fell towards the ground below.
"Hiss, you have actually touched the threshold of human immortality!"
It was only then that the Canglang Divine Lord realized something, with an expression of anthropomorphic fear and panic on his face.
Rays of brilliance flew from his body and slammed into Jiang Shirong on the ground. They were all various magical weapons accumulated since his practice, and they were of extraordinary power.
Some of them were found through painstaking efforts in ancient burial sites in the wilderness.
"The great killing technique, the secret of heaven is infinitely broken!"
Jiang Shirong's face was expressionless, with a purple-gold luster appearing on his palms, and he kept punching Yunkong.
Every time a punch is struck, there will be an explosion of brilliant light in the sky.
No matter how exquisite and extraordinary the material of Canglang Shenjun's magical weapon is, it is still not as powerful as Wuhou's punch.
The body with condensed soul is still falling.
"I was careless, I was careless. I didn't expect that Wuhou could take a step further to the realm of the peak martial saint."
"He has actually reached such a state. This news must be reported to Mang Khan and be prepared in advance!"
Lord Canglang was extremely anxious. If he really fell into the hands of Marquis Wu, he would inevitably die.
Hundreds of years of hard work will be wasted in one day.
"Sir, don't panic, I'm here to save you!"
Just when the Canglang Divine Lord was still several hundred meters away from Jiang Shirong, a voice as gentle as jade suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.
Misty without a trace.
It seems very close, so close, yet so far away, forever separated by the end of the world.
The void fluctuated slightly, and suddenly a silver light shone down. An elegant young man wearing a white robe and a face like a crown of jade walked out of the void with bare feet.
Silver ripples fell into tiny pieces, like drizzle, pouring from his back, coating the young man with a silver glow, making him holy and mysterious.
The young man with satin-like black hair hanging down casually, almost like a cloud of smoke, pulled out a silver long sword from his back and slashed in the air, cutting off the power pulling the Lord Canglang.
The Canglang God Lord regained his freedom and quickly flew into the sky, staying far away from Zhenwu Marquis Jiang Shirong. At the same time, he knelt down and bowed to the young man in white: "The descendants pay homage to our ancestors!"
"Lord God, I have been reincarnated three times, and all the events in my previous life have no cause and effect on me!"
The young man's gentle and jade-like voice sounded again. He retracted his long sword and smiled at Emperor Jing and Zhenwu Marquis Jiang Shirong, free and uninhibited: "Tuoba Canghai is polite!"
(End of chapter)
