The tragedy is naturally not limited to the world of Styx where Han Chan lives.
In the palace, blood was already flowing everywhere.
Wugui Dao and Xuanxuyuan directly used the palace as their battlefield. Countless sword cultivators from the Sword Academy were sitting on the snowy eaves at the back, their sword intent shining brightly and the cold light piercing the air, entangled with the skills of the witches and ghosts.
As for the cultivators of Jian Yuan, they walked through the snow together with the people from the Taoist sect, and became the sword protectors for those cultivators of Sword Intent.
Although Wugui Dao lacks the existence of a charging person, it is not unreasonable for the world to be disgusted by the art of summoning spirits.
In the wind and snow, the Wu River rises.
Countless people who returned from Styx returned again, crossing the palace roads.
It was already late at night in the world at this time, but I didn’t know when the morning light would come.
The divine light shines brightly in the sky, and the images of gods and ghosts are all over the sky.
Throughout the palace, an extremely tragic war was going on using such a Taiyi Spring Festival as the background.
The many people from Xuanxuyuan who came from the human world originally had a numerical advantage, not to mention the many cultivators of Jianyuan. However, when the Taiyi Spring Festival occurred in the human world, a strange phenomenon arose.
Those people of the witch-ghost way have become extremely powerful.
The real Styx drawn by the goddess from the Youhuang Mountains gave them the extremely rich power of the Styx. It also allowed gods and ghosts to return to the world, with unobstructed media and divine blessings.
Some people who have been immersed in the realm of witches and ghosts for many years have vague intentions of breaking through the realm of spirit witches.
This is also the reason why this bitter battle lasted for so long.
Lan Li stood in front of the Wind and Snow Palace. The originally angry and restless emperor became calm at this time.
The sword lights that kept shining through the palace, the Taoist texts that broke through the wind and snow, and the simple, mysterious and beautiful witchcraft, the people of the Styx who came back and forth.
In the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of the year one thousand and four in the Dafeng calendar, they jointly constructed an extremely gorgeous and vast picture.
However, Lanli did not see the beauty, nor the vastness.
He only saw life and death.
It is not about caring about the world's life and death.
It is the life and death of the victor and the defeated bandit.
He was still standing in front of the temple, safe and sound.
But his life and death are not in his own hands.
But in those wind and snow.
In the sword light that bounces back and forth, in the Taoist robes with Taoist inscriptions stamped on them, smashing through the wind and snow with one punch, in the witch robes solemnly chanting witchcraft words under those divine lights.
The contrast between blood and snow is extremely stark.
Under the divine light and sky, the scenery was more gorgeous than Lanli had ever seen in his life.
Then the emperor leaned on the railing and laughed.
The Wugui Dao people guarding him behind him were probably a little confused.
"Why is the king laughing?"
Lanli smiled happily.
"Gu Zi is a useless person, a useless person. However, it is such a person who can make the heroes of the world surrender. Isn't it also a satisfying thing?"
Naturally bowed.
The head flew high in the sword light, like a ripe fruit tree, constantly scattering the bright red color of azalea in the wind and snow.
The waist was broken, like a bamboo knot that had been cut down by someone. It was simply inserted into the snow, and then began to flow the crimson wine that had been brewed for decades.
"Your Majesty needs to understand that if we lose, you will die."
The great witch behind him said in a deep voice.
Lan Li said calmly: "How about giving Gu a sword and walking through such a battlefield like Gu's stupid valet, so that Gu can change such a situation?"
Of course, life is to be viewed with a smile.
Things that can be changed can naturally be changed. Things that cannot be changed will not change even if you become dejected.
Lan Li may have thought of himself again in the past long years when he only said good things.
As for everything, at the very beginning, when I faced the things handed over by Xuanxuyuan, I said they were good, not bad.
The story of Fake Capital may not develop in this direction.
It's just separation.
It's just separation!
The emperor, who had been sitting in the palace doing nothing all year round, grasped the white jade railing in front of him.
You want to be an emperor for a day.
Or a lifelong puppet?
Lanli chose the latter.
He let go of the guardrail, looked at the bloody battle that still could not be concealed amidst the divine light of the Spring Festival and the sound of chants filling the sky, and then looked back at the wizards behind him.
"How about going to the Palace of King Chu with me?"
Lanli's eyes were very clear.
There was no anger, no smile, just a look of total sobriety.
The Nanchu witches behind him, who had been showing some contempt, really looked at this man in black and red imperial robes for the first time.
His figure was still a bit bloated and he looked very stupid and ridiculous.
However, the Nanchu witches just raised their hands and saluted sincerely.
"Don't dare to follow."
Lan Li turned around and walked towards the taller and ancient palace in front of him very calmly in the wind and snow.
To get to some higher ground.
Always go first.
Passing through the trough is the highest mountain in the world.
The long steps in front of the palace were sprinkled with blood.
Also has a head.
Some swords fly very fast and far, so the severed head will also fly very fast and far.
So it ended up here.
Like a red lantern, rolling on the snow steps.
Lanli walked calmly on the snow steps and on the blood steps that were gradually covered with more blood.
All the voices in the world are still in my ears.
Such as the sound of swords, the surge of the River Styx, and the sound of blood bursting out.
Or, for example, the magnificent singing sound that serves as the background for this bloody battle in the royal palace.
But Lanli felt like he was passing through the cheers of millions of people, heads and severed limbs flying in the sky in the wind and snow.
It is eagerly awaited.
It’s the dance of brothers and sisters.
Those sword lights are the igniting of the passionate fire of Chu people, and those Taoist texts are all kinds of words of praise.
There was a voice chanting in the bottom of my heart.
Through this storm.
You are the emperor of the world.
So Lanli walked through the wind and snow.
The Nanchu witches behind him followed devoutly.
Just like those ancient witches who followed the spiritual cultivator King Huai of Chu thousands of years ago to build the Wuguishen Sect.
Lanli opened his hands and stopped at the foot of the majestic long steps of the King of Chu's Palace. The broad imperial robe seemed to be a real fire.
The witches of Nanchu knelt down respectfully, as pious as gods of etiquette in the wind and snow.
"Your Majesty, it's time for you to return."
Yes, return.
Just like the thousands of vast sounds calling for the return of gods and ghosts during the spring festival.
Return.
rise.
Lanli didn't look back, but with a calm look on his face, he started to walk the extremely long steps again through the wind and snow.
A head was thrown high into the sky from the distant windy and snowy battlefield, and then fell down, landing next to Lan Li. The blood splashed in the wind and snow added a lot of bright red to the emperor's robe.
Lanli just lowered his head and glanced calmly, then continued upwards.
He was naturally close to that war.
If it were just a war between human beings, the blood would naturally not come here.
But this is not the case.
This is a war between practitioners.
He was trapped in the palace, suppressed under the wind and snow.
Therefore, from time to time, snowflakes condensed with blood would fall on the body, and then melted by the heat on the bloated body, turning into some light blood, and sliding down on the emperor's robe.
Lanli walked very far, and then heard a very calm voice.
"I thought you wouldn't come."
Lan Li raised his head and saw a man sitting on the top of the high snow steps, wearing a blood-stained snow-colored cloak, with a sword stuck in the snow beside him.
Chilling.
Han Chan was rescued by Qi Jingyuan from the Styx world.
Qi Jingyuan has rushed to the front line of the battlefield again.
And Han Chan came here.
Lan Li turned around and saw that the Nanchu witches were still kneeling below, like small black stones.
Maybe they don't know, maybe they know.
But he didn't look up.
Lanli didn't look again, just turned around and walked towards the man above.
"Of course I will come."
Lanli's voice was very calm.
This is the first time the two meet.
Probably also the last time.
The story is not long, and may have some twists and turns, but it is not very epic either.
It's just a New Year's story that happened in this southern capital.
"Even if Xuanxuyuan has entered the palace, at least for now."
Lan Li raised his head and looked at Han Chan above.
"Gu is still the emperor of Huangliang, not you."
Han Chan sat there, looking a little pale and breathing very weakly.
But no matter how pale and weak the cultivation of the Dao is, it is still the cultivation of the Dao. After Prime Minister Qing deposed Shenhai, he could still kill Qu Ling and still be able to fight Zhuang Baiyi.
What's more, this is a killer with a sword.
When Han Chan thought about wanting to be an emperor, she felt it was very inconsistent. She was clearly a killer.
And now, when Han Chan thought about his identity as a killer, he also felt that it was against his will. You are the one who wants to be the emperor of the south.
Probably because I have paid a lot.
Han Chan felt that he was worthy of being such an emperor now.
So he held the sword in his backhand, as if supporting his body, but he didn't stand up, he just sat with the sword in his hand.
"A person who is born an emperor may not be an emperor. A person who can be an emperor is an emperor."
Such a sentence may be very long-winded.
So it has a simpler way of saying it.
To be called a prince, general or prime minister, would you rather have the kind?
Lan Li chuckled softly and said: "There are many different paths in life, from north to south. Generals and gods must also be made by mortals."
Han Chan raised his eyebrows and said: "Yes, you are a cultural person. I probably can't say such a thing. This sentence is indeed very good. It seems that you have recognized the reality."
Lan Li said calmly: "If I could recognize the reality, there would be no story tonight."
The black-robed emperor stopped on the long steps covered with blood and snow. He turned his head and looked over the palace walls towards the world. He was extremely quiet and seemed to be a little lonely.
"Gu's Ling Yin deceived Gu."
"But I don't blame him."
"Because he made Gu understand a truth." Lanli turned back and looked at the man in snow clothes above.
"As an emperor, he is naturally a loner, so he is called a lonely man, so he is called a widower."
This middle-aged man who had never truly been a human emperor looked very calm and relieved.
Han Chan looked at Lan Li calmly and said, "Yes, it's a very sincere suggestion. This is very beneficial to a sword cultivator like me who has a mud-legged background."
Lanli was at least once the emperor's companion, but Hanchan really had never done anything.
"Do you think Gu is giving you advice?" Lanli said with a sarcastic smile. "I wish I could kill you myself, so why would I give you such pertinent advice?"
Han Chan sat there with his sword in hand, and the sound of fighting in the world continued.
The magic of sword light and sorcery became more and more intense, and the divine light above the sky became extremely rich. The night it illuminated was different from the night, and the human world was different from the human world.
The thirty-one-year-old man, who never imagined he would be led into such a fate, looked up at the sky.
"What does it matter if it is or is not? People always learn different things from various things. Many years ago, when I went to the Liuyun Sword Sect from the village, I never thought that I would become a high-ranking person in the world. Sword cultivator. When I came to Huangliang last year, I never thought that I would walk in the palace and touch such a southern throne, and it is right in front of me."
The great wind lasted for one thousand and four years.
Han Chan learned to be an emperor.
This may seem like a ridiculous story.
But that's it.
Lanli calmed down and said calmly: "It's in front of Gu's eyes, not yours."
Han Chan was also very calm, and the two of them were like stone sculptures in the snow, calm and calm.
"It's me before you."
Lanli didn't say anything, he just took serious and dignified steps, walking forward in his robes and clothes amid the wind and snow in the sky and the bright divine light.
At the entrance of the Chu Palace, there was a sword that had been there for more than half a year.
The sword is named Lingtai.
Now it is the Sword of Kamigawa.
In March of the year 1003 of the Gale Calendar, a sword passed through the brow of Yin Zilan, the ancient Chu Ling who returned from the Styx River, crossed the Daze, and was nailed to the door.
Lanli said nothing because there was no chill in his eyes.
There is only one sword like that.
Just like what the goddess said at the beginning.
Pull out the sword and open the door to the dust-covered palace of King Chu.
He is the King of Chu in the human world.
Han Chan was naturally incomprehensible.
Just like he said at the beginning.
He originally thought that Lanli would not come, and that he would hide in front of another palace covered by the wind and snow, waiting for the world to pronounce his life or death.
Fighting with fear, as if facing an abyss, as if walking on thin ice.
This is not the attitude that such an emperor should have.
But Lanli came.
Even the Nanchu witches who protected him were left behind.
He sat there knowing that the sword cultivator who came from the north wanted to seize his throne.
But he still walked calmly through the windy and snowy cold steps, moving forward step by step.
Lan Li might have seen the confusion in Han Chan's eyes.
There was some irony on his face.
Of course you don't understand.
You are not the emperor who is forced by the general situation all day long and can only face all the wind and rain in the world.
Didn't you finally see a glimmer of hope for a true emperor after the goddess returned to the world?
Of course Lan Li also laughed at it.
When he saw the goddess standing under the umbrella, facing the woman who came to the world on a certain cliff, there was some cold trembling in her soft fingers.
But it was also at that time that he realized that he was only laughing at himself.
You don't even have the courage to stand up when facing the emperor of Huai'an.
What qualifications do you have to laugh at others?
So Lanli.
So Lanli.
Lanli looked calmly at the sword cultivator in the snow-colored cloak who was getting closer and closer to him.
If you die by the sword, what can you do?
Lanli stopped on the snowy steps in front of Hanchan.
Han Chan finally stood up, and the sword with witch blood was shining on the wind and snow in some grand and brilliant background, shining with divine light.
The two stared at each other in silence for a long time.
All the warm and bright divine light shone on the two men standing on the long steps in the snow.
Blood is splashing in the distance, sword intent flows across the river, and the Wu River is mighty.
And here is just peace that encompasses everything.
It's like the peace that everyone has specially set aside for the two of them here.
So Lanli stretched out his hands to straighten the ribbons on the emperor's robe that were stained by blood and blown by the wind and snow.
Calmly, calmly, decisively, leaving everything behind, he stepped onto the last snowy step.
Then Han Chan's sword entered his body.
There is no sword intent and no vitality.
The battle between secular emperors.
Then the curtain came to an end in the chill of Secular Sword.
Lanli's lips and teeth began to overflow with bright blood, but there was no regret or unwillingness on his face.
On the contrary, he smiled extremely brightly, and the blood color surging between his lips and teeth became warm and vivid.
"I said it alone."
Lanli's voice became a little unclear because of the blood gushing from his heart.
Because the lifeless body was also filled with chills, leaning forward slightly and about to fall down, Han Chan subconsciously supported his body for some reason.
"He is in Gu's eyes, not yours."
Han Chan suddenly realized something, and looked past the man in black and red imperial robes in front of him, to the Nanchu witches kneeling in the wind and snow under the layers of snow.
They didn't know when they had stood up.
Standing at His Highness Fengxue with great piety and solemnity, as if he was singing something.
Han Chan vaguely heard some of the eulogies that had drifted away.
Yes - the soul is back! If you remove your constant stem, why are you in the four directions? It would be unlucky to abandon the king's place of happiness and stay away from it! The soul is back! The East cannot trust...
"The soul is back!"
Your Highness, Nan Chu Wu, looked up at the palace of King Feng Xue Chu with great sadness and solemnity.
"Be more anti-former!"
The voice is mournful, like the loss of a heir or the loss of a king.
Those eulogies lingered in the wind and snow for a long time, falling sadly under the divine light.
Han Chan suddenly turned back.
Behind him, in front of the Chu Palace, there was an emperor wearing extremely dark and warm black and red colors walking there.
Witchcraft, spiritualism.
That is Lanli's soul.
When he was struck by Han Chan's sword, he was pulled by the spirit-calling technique, and passed over the two figures leaning on each other in the wind and snow, and walked towards there very smoothly and uprightly.
This may be the most meaningless spiritual call in the world.
But it may be the best spiritual call in the world.
Lan Li looked back at Han Chan who was still standing on the snowy steps, then raised his hand and grasped the Lingtai sword from Mojian Cliff.
Amidst the crisp sound of the sword, he pulled it out.
Countless sword intentions spread out.
Although it has no lethality, it is just a residual meaning lingering on it.
However, as a soul, Lan Li naturally cannot withstand such fluctuations in sword intent.
The entire body began to spread rapidly.
Like quicksand pouring in the moonlight.
Like mist blown by wind and snow.
"Gu said, this is Gu's."
Lan Li's voice gradually faded away.
"But now, I give it to you."
This is indeed the best spiritual call in the world.
Han Chan thought blankly.
The sword was stuck on the snow-covered stone slab in front of the palace.
There is no end to the solitary cry.
