"Yehisha, you're not dead!"
The terrifying coercion like a mountain fell from the sky, and everyone's souls trembled, like ants under the huge waves. All the surrounding air was squeezed out, breathing was stopped, and all the weapons in their hands fell to the ground, making a golden roar. Sounds, connected into one.
Up and down the city wall, whether they were low-level warriors in the Liwu or Jiaowu realms, or masters in the Yiwu or Shenbian realms, or Taoist masters, they were all frightened by the coercion. They hit their knees heavily on the ground and fell to their knees.
Baishar and Faris looked up with difficulty and exclaimed. In their sight, there was a tall figure with a majestic figure and thick armor all over his body, like a god and demon. He was sitting on a tall horse that was also covered in heavy armor, like a divine soldier. Fall, jump down in the air.
"咴"
The war horse landed on the city wall, and the four iron hooves made a deep sound with unknown power. The solid stone ground instantly cracked, spreading in all directions. The thunderous sound of hooves hit everyone's hearts.
"Baishar, Faris, you two bedbugs half-buried in the loess, who gave you the courage to try to take my throne?"
The man in black armor gently pulled the reins, and the war horse raised its iron hooves and walked slowly towards the two rebel leaders, getting closer and closer.
"Your soul lamp has obviously been extinguished. The news I spent ten thousand taels of silver to buy will never be wrong!"
Baishaer struggled hard and looked at the knight walking towards him step by step, his voice full of fear and disbelief.
He is obviously dead, how could he appear here?
Something must be wrong!
"The king is back?"
"He is not dead. Mr. Baishar and Faris deceived us!"
"Damn it, we actually became rebels in a daze!"
The rebels who followed him and rushed into the capital looked at the demon-like back and felt extremely regretful.
Countless eyes of hatred stared at the two nobles who took the lead in the rebellion, filled with regret.
The man in black armor in front of him did not show his true face, but the similar figure and almost identical voice convinced the rebels that this was their king.
"Don't be fooled by him, Ye Haisha is really dead, otherwise Tuyuan and Dashi wouldn't have sent troops to help us!
"General Parli, General Amu, and Priest Bachi, you have all confirmed the authenticity of the news. Please help us prove it!"
Faris saw the changes in the expressions of the rebels and shouted loudly.
Although the news of Ye Haisha's death was not bought by him, now that he has rebelled, no matter whether the person in front of him is the real return of the king, it can only be a lie.
What's more, Tu Yuan and Dashi have already intervened in this matter, and Ye Haisha must not be allowed to regain control of Yeshan Kingdom.
"Lord of the country!"
Anani, Ru Xian and other female guards also set their sights on the man in black armor.
Before Jiang Li's arrival, they had already confirmed the fact of Ye Haisha's death.
Baishar and Faris are not fools, and will never risk rebellion because of unreliable news, and the two great powers in the Western Region, Tuyuan and Dashi, will not rashly intervene in the struggle for a king's power.
After all, the territories and areas of the countries and many tribes in the Western Region were determined by the oaths signed by the gods.
Even if powerful countries such as Tuyuan, Dashi, and Guiche have the strength to easily annex many small countries, they can only indirectly control small countries through economy, blood, support, etc., and cannot seize them by force.
But now a figure that was very similar to Ye Haisha suddenly appeared, which made them shake and doubt in their hearts.
I don't want to deny the authenticity of this figure, but I don't dare to believe it easily.
Who knows that this is not the method of other forces in the Western Region!
"Stranger, I admit that your voice and breath are very similar to Ye Haisha, but you are not him after all, and what is false can never become true!"
Under the city wall, among the rebels who were suppressed and fell to the ground by the power of the Martial Saint, a few figures standing upright were very eye-catching.
An old man in robes with a veil on his head blinked his stern eyes like a vulture and looked at Jiang Li with a sneer, "Ye Haisha is dead. The soul lamp he left in Jingyuan Sect was extinguished. I saw it with my own eyes. Ye Haisha may have ten thousand ways to deceive everyone, but he will not deceive the leader of Jingyuan!"
As soon as the old man spoke, Anani's eyes suddenly dimmed once again with a glimmer of hope.
"Hmph, you can determine whether the leader of this country is true or false in just a few words. Open your eyes and see who I am!"
Jiang Li just sneered. He reached out and took off his mask, revealing a heroic but unfamiliar face.
"It's the lord of the country, it's absolutely true!"
When the surrounding city guards and rebels saw Jiang Li's appearance, they immediately exclaimed in confirmation.
"Disguise, it must be disguise!"
Baishar and Faris showed expressions of shock and panic.
This face was so familiar to them that every trace of the skin, scars, and expression were exactly the same as Ye Haisha in their memory.
Is the news true or false?
"Why does he look like this?"
The old man in robes and other masters of Tuyuan and Dashi couldn't help but look surprised when they saw Jiang Li's true appearance.
But it was just surprise.
Ye Haisha is dead, it is absolutely the truth.
"You came from the border of Yeshan, but did you meet Prince Bahani of Tuyuan Kingdom?"
A warrior from the Western Regions, wearing heavy plate armor and with curly hair, suddenly shouted loudly.
"Are you asking that junior martial saint who overestimates his abilities?"
Jiang Li smiled and said, "If you retreat now, you may be able to collect his ashes before the south wind blows!"
While he was talking, Jiang Li had already walked up to Baisha'er and Faris on horseback. Zhui Feng raised his iron hoof and stamped down.
With just a bang, Baishaer's head was trampled into a broken watermelon.
Blood and bone stubble splashed on Faris's face, frightening him to death. The fishy smell spread out from his lower body, causing the surrounding defenders and rebels to gag.
"You killed Prince Bahani? Who gave you the courage!"
The Western Region warrior wearing plate armor changed his expression when he heard this, glanced at Bai Shaer whose head was crushed, and shouted angrily: "What are you waiting for? Suppress this unknown person, pull off his mask, and see who is pretending to be you." Damn the night sea sand in March!"
"This person is at least an intermediate martial saint, let's take action together!"
The two people around them nodded at the same time, their bodies swayed, and they rushed toward the city head. Their energy, blood, pressure, and fist spirit were released at the same time. They were actually in the realm of the first-level martial saint.
There was even a person standing far away, the soul light above his head flashing, and a ghostly immortal body with majestic soul power flew out.
The ghost immortal is composed of more than a thousand soul thoughts. Its body shape, appearance and even clothes are exactly the same as the original body, except that it is much taller.
The expression is vivid and indifferent, with a kind of aura that is far away from the dust, heartless and without thoughts. It is ethereal and agile, as if it can fly to the sky at any time and transform into a fairy.
"The radiance of the Holy Spirit spreads throughout the world, redeeming sinners and granting glory!"
The ghosts and immortals whispered softly, their voices were obscure and incomprehensible, and their melodies were soft, just like the whispers of the gods.
As he chanted, the body of the ghost fairy composed of divine thoughts suddenly burst out with holy brilliance, changing from the inside out. First, a gap opened, and countless ribbons flew out.
Immediately, the whole body seemed to be flipped over, and a strange figure with eight hands and eight legs flying out from the crack, completely covering the original body.
"The monster is on trial!"
The eight-armed and eight-legged spirit statue raised its arms high, holding a radiant object in each hand. It flew into the air, with a halo floating behind it, and struck Jiang Li hard.
"He is actually a ghost immortal who has experienced lightning tribulations once and for all!"
Jiang Li looked at the eight-handed god flying towards him, and slapped his left hand gently. Faris, who was so frightened that he was urinating, was swept up by the agitated air current and crashed into the three Western Region Martial Saints who were rushing towards him.
He gently pressed Zhui Feng's back with his other hand, and it turned into an afterimage, taking the lead in rushing towards the Eight-Handed Divine Dharma Appearance.
The fist was clenched, endless power gathered between the arms, and blood full of masculine flavor gathered.
The blazing masculine attribute contains the breath of endless heat and justice, like the rising sun, driving away all dark forces.
"Your aura is at the level of an intermediate martial saint. How can you have such a pure Yang aura in your body? It's more terrifying than thunder and lightning!"
The Eight-Handed Spiritual Dharma Form let out a shrill scream, obviously frightened by the masculine energy of Jiang Li's physical body.
The attribute of human soul is Yin. Even if it is condensed into the body of ghosts and immortals, it still cannot change the attribute of the soul.
Only by experiencing thunder tribulations again and again, using the power of thunder and lightning to continuously cleanse the soul, make the thoughts pure Yang, and have pure Yang energy in the soul, can the transformation be carried out step by step, and finally all the Yin attributes will recede and become a Yang god.
The Eight-Handed Spiritual Dharma Appearance is a catastrophe ghost immortal that has experienced a baptism of thunder, and its thoughts and souls already have some pure Yang aura.
Generally speaking, ghost immortals at this level can already charge with the vitality of an army of 10,000 old soldiers, and can directly challenge the primary and intermediate martial saints without fear of the masculine vitality in their bodies.
But at this moment, Jiang Li punched out, and the pure Yang Qi contained in it was far beyond the limit that the Eight-Handed Divine Dharma could withstand.
It was as if the candle faced the gushing lava and had already melted before it even got close.
The Eight-Handed Spiritual Dharma Image turned around and ran away without saying a word.
"Stay!"
But how could Jiang Li let him go? The thoughts and origins contained in the soul of ghosts and immortals could provide huge nourishment for his soul.
Jiang Li stepped forward with both feet in mid-air, walking quickly, and instantly appeared behind the eight-handed divine dharma image. He hit the divine dharma image on the head with one punch, and scattered all the dharma images with just one punch.
The masculine aura exploded, directly incinerating more than a hundred divine thoughts, and more divine thoughts exploded everywhere.
In the depths of Jiang Li's mind, the golden page shook slightly, and strange power quietly emitted, sweeping across the entire place in an instant, collecting all the thoughts of the soul that had exploded from the eight-handed divine spell, and bringing them into the page.
The body of the Taoist from the Western Region standing in the distance also fell to the ground with a plop at this time. Although he was still breathing naturally, his soul had dispersed and turned into an empty shell like a walking corpse.
"Although Ye Haisha is an intermediate martial saint, he acts cautiously and restrains his hands. He always chooses to tolerate conflicts between various forces. This person is cruel and ruthless, and he is by no means the real Ye Haisha!"
"He is far more powerful than Ye Haisha. We are no match. Let's retreat first!"
Not far away, three Western Region Martial Saints pounced on an empty space, and knocked away Faris with one palm. Seeing Jiang Li instantly killing the eight-handed god, they were all secretly frightened, and decisively chose to escape.
They came to Yeshan this time just to cheer up and prevent some unexpected situations from happening. They had no intention of taking matters into their own hands and participating in the internal fighting in Yeshan Kingdom.
A mere small country in Yeshan is not worthy of the blood shed by beings like Martial Saints and Ghost Immortals.
The death of a Martial Saint Prince and a Ghost Immortal Taoist was an unplanned and huge loss.
The terrifying combat power displayed by Jiang Li was not something they could withstand. They could only return to their respective countries immediately and invite stronger beings to suppress him.
"How dare you even hope to escape when you step into my land to cause civil strife?"
Jiang Li sneered, turned into an afterimage and rushed out. He caught up with the Western Region Martial Saint who had escaped the farthest, grabbed the latter's neck, whipped him into the distance, and smashed this person directly into the city wall of Yeshan Kingdom.
The terrifying power rushed along Wu Sheng's neck and rushed to every part of his body.
Before the Western Region Martial Saint crashed into the city wall, all his bones and tendons were severed, his essence and blood spurted out, and his body was completely destroyed. He immediately smashed the city wall and embedded himself inside.
Jiang Li swept forward again, catching up with the remaining two people and carrying them into the city wall together.
"Stranger, you are dead. If you dare to kill me, Tuyuan Martial Saint, the Emperor will not let you go!"
"The blood we shed today will be buried with all the people of Yeshan Kingdom in the future!"
The life force of the Martial Saints was majestic and powerful. Even though their bodies were crippled, they still did not die on the spot. Embedded in the city wall, the three Martial Saints of the Western Regions who had lost their human form uttered vicious curses.
"As the leader of the Yeshan Kingdom, what sin can I say about killing the intruders in my own territory? This is the power given to me by the gods' code. It is stronger than Tuyuan and Dashi. How dare I openly violate the will of the gods?"
Jiang Li landed lightly and walked slowly towards the city wall of Yeshan Kingdom. Along the way, every Tu Yuan and Dashi master who participated in the battle were all killed by him.
Among them are many accomplished Taoist masters.
The highest realm of these people is not to seize the body, and the source of the soul and the power of thought are relatively weak. Taken together, they are no more than one-third of the source of the soul of the ghosts and immortals in one calamity.
But Jiang Li urgently needed to improve his Taoist realm, so he accepted all these spiritual thoughts without rejecting them.
When he reached the top of the city, all the masters sent by Tu Yuan and Dashi were executed. Only then did Jiang Li put away his pressure.
"Greetings to the King!"
"Sir, spare your life, we have all been bewitched and deceived by Baishar and Faris. They are the ones who created lies, saying that the king has fallen, otherwise we would never rebel!"
Losing the coercive shock, all the guards and rebels on the city wall immediately got up and knelt down in front of Jiang Li, either excitedly kowtow or begging for mercy.
"I have been away from the country for half a year this time. Instead of thinking about how to protect Yeshan, you followed Baishar and Faris to rebel. You should all be killed. But unfortunately, I, Yeshan, am a small country. If you behead all of you, at least half of the whole country will be killed. The portal weeps!”
Jiang Li glanced coldly at the 20,000 rebels, and said coldly: "You will be punished with death but you will not be able to escape. You will be fined for one year, and you will all be demoted to a lowly status. Your heirs will not be allowed to study and become officials. Only by washing your merits in war can you recover. Origin!”
"Thank you very much, Lord, for not killing me!"
Twenty thousand rebels saved their lives and quickly kowtowed in thanks.
"As for Baishar and Faris, they rebelled against their superiors. Their families were stripped of all titles, their property was confiscated, all their direct relatives were beheaded, and their collateral relatives were demoted to slave status!"
Jiang Li waved his hand and ordered several Yeshan generals to lead the troops to deal with the families and foundations of Baishar and Faris. Then he turned to look at the beautiful figure not far away and smiled gently: "Anani, my princess, You’re frightened!”
I’ll try to update more tomorrow. I’m very sorry for the lack of updates recently!
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