Liu Xi suppressed the fear in his heart. With the emperor secretly supporting him, what was he afraid of? Immediately he became bolder and said in a cold voice: "Holy Emperor Ying Ji slaughtered mortals wantonly, slaughtered ten thousand followers of our Liu Sect, and tens of thousands of members of the Lu clan. How can he be called an emperor with such holy virtues?"
"You bastard, don't talk nonsense. How can the power of the Holy Emperor be offended by a little snake demon like you? Stop it!"
The gods in the sky threw down a golden bell, and the bell's majestic sound shocked Liu Xi to death. At this moment, a melodious flute sound came, and the heaven and earth were cleared, and the sound of the bell stopped with the wind.
Liu Xi only felt that his mana surged, as if a thousand years of mana had been added out of thin air. He opened his mouth and spat out black clouds of smoke that spread out and covered a hundred feet in radius. The wind could not blow them away, and the fire could not illuminate them. This was the result of his more than four hundred years of hard training. Just a puff of Night Evil mist can cover a person's eyes and block a person's five senses and six senses, making it the most suitable for escaping from siege.
At this moment, with the blessing of Bai Jun's magic power, it expanded to a width of thousands of feet, covering the entire ancient city. Tens of thousands of people looked up and saw that the sky was dark, and they didn't know east, west, north, south.
Liu Xi was shocked for a moment, and suppressed his complacency. Remembering the emperor's instructions, he hurriedly twisted his body and took the Lu family members away in the wind.
The gods in the sky saw this scene and shouted coldly: "Who is the master? Are you disturbing my Jin Dynasty's laws for no reason?"
The melodious sound of the flute paused, and the mist between heaven and earth separated. A white figure stood tall and tall in the wind and mist, with white hair fluttering behind her in the wind. She held a long flute and looked like a god who dared not look directly at him.
"Tiangong Baijun."
A cold voice came from the mist in the wind, as cold as the ice and snow in winter.
"Emperor Baijun!" The expression of the god in the sky suddenly changed, and there was no trace of arrogance anymore. The clouds came down and he bowed in front of him and bowed, "The little god didn't know that the emperor was coming. Please forgive me!"
Bai Jun ignored him and blew the melodious flute sound again. The sky was changing, dark clouds were pressing down, and a continuous rain fell. The pale sky was mixed with the dark cloud shadows, like layers of wronged souls crying, suppressing a feeling. The hearts of the people in the city.
The god was stunned for a moment, his eyes and pupils shrank, because in the cloudy sky he saw hundreds of ghosts walking around every day, each resentful ghost keeping the same ferocious face as when they died, following the sound of the flute, and all the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling. Suppressed by the melodious long flute, mixed with the sound of pattering rain, all the way to the north.
He was stunned and said: "What is Emperor Baijun doing? Isn't he afraid that people from the Yin Division will come to question him?"
The chaotic crowd in the city fled, and no one responded to his question. Only the autumn rain this year was particularly cold.
The sound of the flute is like a cry, like a complaint, scattered in the wind, awakening every resentful ghost in the forty-nine states of the Jin Dynasty. The sound is the guide, the cold wind is the direction, and the autumn rain is the way. They gather together and join in. In the boundless autumn rain.
In the distant mountains, a god in the mountain temple shouted in panic: "Lord Mountain God! Lord Mountain God! Oh no, the evil ghosts in the Soul Locking Tower suddenly burst out and are about to escape!"
After hearing the words, the mountain god from the distant mountain thought for a moment and said, "Let them go."
"However, this is the innocent soul of Gu Yue. It was suppressed by the Holy Emperor's decree. If something goes wrong, Lord Mountain God, you will be punished.
"Shen Cha said with some worry.
"Huh, punishment?" Yaoshan Mountain God sneered: "He is a human emperor, even if he uses this ancient method to become an immortal, he still has no power to control gods like us.
Emperor Baijun broke through the barrier and the Heavenly Palace rose up, but Ying Ji destroyed Emperor Baijun's family. Now the two of them had a good show to watch. We just sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers. Without intervening, we are helping both parties. No matter who wins or loses, we will not be punished. "
"Master Mountain God is brilliant!" Kanzaki exclaimed in his heart. He didn't expect that this weak Mountain God of his own would be so bold.
"It's just, sir, it's said that Emperor Bai Jun is only in the heavenly realm, but the Holy Emperor is in the immortal realm. I'm afraid it will be difficult."
"Haha, what do you know?" The mountain god from Yaoshan smiled and said, "Even if Ying Ji uses this ancient method to achieve immortality, there are limitations. He is only an immortal in Jinjing. As long as he takes a step outside Jinjing, he is an ordinary heavenly being. Taste the incense to the god of fire.
Emperor Bai Jun has a destiny and great luck. His destiny is where the divine list is not opened. He is invincible in the world, so the outcome is still unknown. "
"Then what if the God List is opened?" Shen Cha asked curiously.
"He is still invincible in the world, and no one can be his enemy." The Mountain God of Yaoshan said lonelyly, raising his head to look at the autumn rain slowly heading north in the distance.
The autumn rain is bleak, and the desolate coldness invades the late summer in the north. The end of summer and winter overnight, spring and autumn are changeable and capricious.
In the boundless autumn rain, there is a god and man holding a flute, leading thousands of souls to the north to ask for your wishes, and all the wronged souls and ghosts will be unjust.
Along the way, countless innocent ghosts struggled to climb into the autumn rain and followed the figure in white.
There are ghosts of unjust cases, ghosts of passionate resentment, ghosts of heroes and heroes, and ghosts of military souls. The innocent souls of Ancient Yue are everywhere, even if thousands of years have passed. But when the Holy Emperor of Jin Dynasty showed his power and expanded his territory, he slaughtered countless stubborn people and unyielding armies on the land of Ancient Yue. Their innocent souls turned into evil ghosts. The King of Hell does not accept it, and it is impermanent and unrestrained, and stays in the world with boundless resentment.
Bai Jun walked thousands of miles, lasting on March 7, across five states to Jinjing.
Outside Jinjing City, in front of the Twelve Gates in the South, people, traders and foot soldiers who had risen in the morning were already queuing up to enter and leave the city. The winter snow cannot survive in this giant city for three days before it turns into muddy water and is evaporated by the bustling city.
At three quarters of noon, the old man was struggling to pull a cart of dry firewood and waited in front of the truck and goods store. There was a long queue to check the goods. He looked at the long queue in front of him and felt a little worried. He didn't know whether he could get the goods before sunset today. We can't sell all the firewood, otherwise we'll have to drag it home again, and I'm afraid we won't have money to buy rice.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his calloused hands. Years of martial arts practice made him still strong enough to chop down the firewood on Nanshan Mountain even though he was over fifty. The firewood cut from this kind of wood can burn overnight, with less smoke and lighter smell. It is most commonly used by rich families. However, fire wood is difficult to cut, and it cannot be cut without internal strength.
In recent years, martial arts has spread more and more widely. Even ordinary people can practice martial arts, but without the financial resources, mental skills and internal skills, most of them are just embroidered fists and legs. The real internal skills and internal skills are mostly spread in the hands of those high-ranking families.
When Lao Hantou thought of this, he couldn't help but feel sad. Just last month, his home was ransacked because his incompetent second son was a follower of the Liu Cult and his head was beheaded. The family was also affected by the tragedy for three generations. Test.
When he thought of this, he hated the Liu Sect. Didn't he say that the gods of the Liu Sect had boundless magic power and great supernatural powers? The so-called emperor god abandoned his followers at the most critical moment.
The old man couldn't help but shed tears, rolling in the corners of his wrinkled eyes. His second son's body was left in the execution ground to be exposed to the sun for three days and three nights and then burned. He looked down at the execution ground and watched helplessly. The fire burned his son's body bit by bit into blackened ashes, emitting an unpleasant burnt smell that made him go back and vomit for three days without drinking any water.
As a result, his eldest son was deprived of his Juren status and was sent to do hard labor for a month. When he came back, he was a disabled man with both legs broken. After his house was confiscated, he even had no money to treat his son, so he had to rely on his strength to sell firewood to make a living.
Before that, Lao Hantou owned hundreds of acres of fertile land. He was not a wealthy man, but he lived a prosperous life. He was a small landowner in the village, but now he was just an old man selling firewood, and was nicknamed Lao Hantou.
And all this is only because the legendary emperor made his second son lose his mind and become a believer, which led to the misery today.
Lao Hantou could not help but curse in a low voice: "God damn the emperor!"
"Hey, it's your turn."
A guard with a rough voice suddenly shouted, which woke the old man out of his memories. He nodded and bowed hurriedly: "Okay, okay, military master, I'll be here right now!"
The old man hurriedly pulled the chariot forward and followed the team. After many investigations, he arrived directly under the city gate and was about to enter the city gate.
"Woo~"
A melodious flute sound sounded, and the world suddenly became cold. The sky turned dark in an instant. The sun was shining brightly at noon just now, but now it became a dark and dark evening.
A gust of cold wind blew past, bewildering the old man's eyes. He rubbed his eyes and looked along the light falling from the side of the city gate, and was suddenly shocked.
I saw a mist drifting from the south. The sky and the earth were covered in white mist, with no mountains, rivers, sun and moon visible. A figure walked slowly in the white mist. The cold wind blew my silver hair. As I walked, a flute played in white clothes, and the rain fell from the sky.
The sound of the flute seems to have a tragic meaning in the heart when it is heard. It makes people fall into sadness and cannot extricate themselves. Those who hear it are sad, and those who play it feel sad. Thousands of people in front of the city gate trembled and froze. It was not until the cold wind was biting, a grand golden light rose from above their heads, and the divine voice reached their ears that they regained their consciousness.
"Who is this? How dare you offend Da Jin?"
A majestic statue stands in the sky, and the golden light separates to protect the entire Jinjing, as if the heaven and earth are divided into two colors: gold and white.
The cold wind suddenly stopped, the sound of the flute stopped, and the cold sound reached everyone's ears.
"Tiangong Baijun."
The god's face changed slightly when he heard this, and said: "It turns out to be the Emperor of Nanhua. I wonder why the emperor came here today?"
Bai Jun said calmly: "The one who came today is not the Emperor Nanhua of the Jin Dynasty, but the Emperor of Tiangong, Bai Jun."
"Emperor Baijun!"
"Is he the Liu Sect god?"
"What? Is he that evil god?"
The old man was stunned when he heard this. He no longer ran into the city in panic like the others, but walked against the flow of people, staring blankly at the figure in the fog.
The god listened to Bai Jun's words and said harmoniously: "I am the City God of Jin Capital, Zhao Sidao, and I have been ordered to defend Jin Capital.
After all, the emperor and I, the Great Jin Dynasty, are still one and the same. Today's huge battle will only make His Majesty the Holy Emperor guess. It would be better for the emperor to accept his magical powers and go to the palace with me to meet the saint and clarify any misunderstandings face to face. "
Bai Jun raised his hand, turned the long flute, and pointed to the sky. Suddenly the clouds and mist dispersed, the autumn rain turned into frost, goose feathers fell, and countless ghosts and ghosts wailed miserably on the sky. The dark wind blew Bai Jun's long hair, and his clothes caught the wind. Swaying, all ghosts gathered in the sky.
"Bai Jun from the Heavenly Palace, carrying a hundred thousand innocent souls, went north to the capital to inquire about your heart!"
(End of chapter)
