When Ning Jing climbed to the top of the tall building, the emperor was kneeling in the windward tower with his sword in hand and coughing non-stop. There was a large amount of blood in front of him.
When Jing Jing saw the hand holding the sword hilt hard, he understood something.
Of course the water of the Styx has a role.
At least, after the emperor slashed his sword towards the city of gods, the power of the raging Styx was indeed destroying Han Chan's body and the divine sea.
The Divine Sea that suddenly emptied out probably no longer had the strength to resist the erosion of the Styx water.
But this also made such a young man extremely confused.
if it is like this.
If that's the case.
Why did Han Chan send out such a sword that shocked everyone?
The emperor coughed and vomited a large mouthful of blood next to the Windward Tower. The color of the blood was almost invisible. The things he spit out were full of black things that were as strong as the power of witches and ghosts, or more like something born on the banks of the Styx. The black flowers spat out from Han Chan's mouth.
"How about this sword?"
Hanchan turned his back to the young man who was walking up with the stone tablet in his arms. He slightly raised his head to look at the world where the sword wind was still blowing, and asked such a question.
Jing Jing was silent for a while and said softly: "If the king's sword falls on the false capital, no one in the false capital will survive. Of course it is a very good sword, but..."
"I can't understand it."
The young man really couldn't understand that sword that flew three feet above the head of a living person.
"There are always many things that humans cannot understand."
Han Chan's voice gradually calmed down.
"Just as I still cannot agree with your idea of separating Huangliang from Dafengchao."
"Probably, you are from Huangliang, and I am from Huai'an."
Han Chan's words may have answered two of each other's questions.
So quiet and silent.
The young man held the stone tablet with the words "Zuo Shifu" engraved on it. After a moment of silence, he walked to Han Chan and knelt down. Then he raised his head and said softly: "How is the king now?"
Hanchan watched the young man coming and did nothing. He sat there quietly, probably not breathing quietly. After sending a sword and consuming the divine sea, the emperor has been sinking into the power of the Styx. In the pain of erosion. His face was quite pale, but his eyes were still calm and radiant - there was something not just in the young boy's eyes.
"Not at all. After the Sword Cultivator Divine Sea is empty, I can only slowly breathe it in to cultivate and recuperate. But I have been fed too much water from the Styx by you, so this will probably be a long process."
The King of Chu looked at the young man and said those things very slowly.
"If I can return to Huai'an, where the vitality of heaven and earth is stronger, I may be able to slowly get rid of the erosion of the power of the Styx, but I probably can't do it now. The Styx is above the yellow beam, and my sword-cutting divine power , will also receive backlash from the Divine Capital. As you can see, I can only sit here coughing blood and gasping for air, wondering why you brought a stone tablet up."
Jing Jing silently looked at the stone tablet placed squarely in front of him.
"I am grounded, Your Majesty."
The stone tablet is still in front of Ning Jing.
The young man said, but he paused for a moment, looking wanderingly at the night outside Yingfeng Building, and at the human lights hurriedly under the sword wind.
"But now I've discovered something."
Serenity whispered.
Hanchan sat there coughing, and the sound of those coughs seemed to be the background sound of the boy's narration.
"Actually, I don't need to bring this stone tablet with me at all. Zuo Shi's Mansion is small, but it is also very big. Every foot of Huangliang land we walk on is full of traces of history. Bringing a stone tablet with me This history book is walking around the world, and wherever you turn it, you will be amazed and say, ah, it turned out that those stories happened here, so we stepped into history."
The young man's words were probably very reasonable, so Han Chan sat with his sword in his hand, coughed for a long time, and said slowly: "Yes. So, what did you see here?"
Jing Jing was silent for a long time, and said softly: "When I was compiling history, I saw some stories about Yingfeng Tower. The empress Huang Liang, Empress Lan, said many things melancholy on Yingfeng Tower, such as The world of spiritual practice is so high that one never has the power to make decisions in the human world.”
Han Chan raised his eyebrows.
The young man said very piously: "So maybe, maybe I had a dream later."
Han Chan seemed to understand something, but still asked softly: "What dream?"
"I must kill a cultivator."
"For what?"
"Use this stone tablet."
The sword cultivator's eyes fell on the stone tablet. The bottom of the stone tablet still contained a lot of soil pulled out from near the roots of the trees, as well as some rotten plant roots and some broken bricks.
Han Chan looked at it quietly for a long time, then raised his head again, looked at Jing Jing and said, "What does this mean?"
Jing Jing was thinking very hard - he frowned, pursed his lips, and his eyes were hesitant but also had some determination.
For a young man, it is often painful to think too much about things related to the world, or it may also be pleasant.
Pain is a pleasure.
After a long time, Ning Jing raised his head, looked at Han Chan and said seriously: "I don't know, but when I saw the king doing too many things that harmed Huang Liang's interests, I felt angry in my heart. Anger prevents me from having to think about too many things - I leave it to you adults to see the general trend of the world."
The young man stretched out his hand to hold the stone tablet. Although the stone tablet was not big, it was still extremely difficult for the young man to pick it up with one hand.
Therefore, after the young man had not held the stone tablet with one hand, he changed it to two hands - looking like the courtiers of the previous dynasty holding the jade tablet respectfully.
Jing Jing held the stone tablet slowly above his head, looked at the sword cultivator who was sitting in front of him, panting, his eyes flickering and he didn't know what he was thinking, and spoke sincerely.
"Young men only do what young men want to do."
Han Chan actually didn't think too much about things. He had already thought about those things very clearly when he sent the sword towards the city of gods, including the subsequent consequences. The energy of the sword was gone, and the power of the Styx eroded the gods. The pain caused by the sea caused his muscles to spasm, and he could only hold the sword tightly in his hand and lean on it in the building to maintain his posture of sitting upright.
Just watching the young man lift the stone tablet above his head, the southern emperor still sighed softly.
"I didn't expect some things to happen to you..."
Before Han Chan could finish his words, the stone tablet hit his head with the sound of wind, making a very dull sound. The sword cultivator felt that an extremely old and distant bell sounded in his mind. The first thing that happened was not pain, but a kind of confusion - which made him suddenly forget who he was, why he came here, and why he got to where he is now.
But soon the boundless pain began to spread from the top of his forehead, like stones thrown into a flat lake, like a fine spider web.
This made Han Chan's right hand holding the sword subconsciously loosen, and his whole figure looked like an old man sitting in a leisurely evening basking in the sun with a look of drowsiness, and his head was knocked down heavily.
The neck seemed to make a very painful sound under the boy's blow, maybe it was broken.
Fortunately, he is a sword cultivator after all, and he is a Liuyun sword cultivator after all.
After the moment of trance was broken by pain, Han Chan's eyes regained clarity, and the hand that let go of the sword hilt clenched something again - that was the blade of the sword. The sudden pain made this thirty-one year old Many things in Jian Xiu's body began to work, so the pain actually decreased.
Han Chan leaned on the edge of his sword and raised his head again.
There was some surprise in the young man's eyes, his pupils gradually shrank, and there seemed to be a lot of fear and panic.
He might have thought that this blow would put the swordsman into a deep sleep.
But the sword cultivator with blood dripping from his head raised his head again with clear eyes, grabbed the sword, and looked straight at himself.
However, the young man thought of a lot of things, and that fear also slowly faded away under the stimulation of blood.
He used his strength to lift up the stone tablet that had been dropped to the ground before, and even hit his own finger.
"How could the king forget that this is Huangliang!"
The boy's stone tablet was raised high and he smashed it down for the second time.
The stone tablet smashed the sword cultivator's head down again. The sword cultivator's hand holding the sword edge slid down three inches again. Blood was dripping rapidly along the sword - faster than life, faster than the sound of the wind. Far.
"How could the king forget that it was Huangliang's people who raised you to this position through blood and fire?"
The boy's voice was still shouting angrily in the tall building.
Not peaceful at all.
The sword cultivator, who was already in a trance, thought silently.
"I don't accept it! Your Majesty, how can the history of Huangliang be cut off again?"
What was shouted along with it was the painful sound of the stone tablets colliding with the skulls and leg bones.
Jing Jing lifted the stone tablet again and again, as if he had completely forgotten what fatigue meant. Under June's thin clothes, blood began to ooze along the boy's arms, and the boy's muscles might have been torn as well.
Sweat and splashing blood fell into the young man's eyes, making him become extremely confused looking at the night.
It's just that the young man may not want to see many things clearly, but just wave the stone tablet in his hand vigorously.
Until someone reached out and took the young man's hand.
"The king is dead."
The young man continued to lift the stone tablet without hearing anything, but soon the stone tablet was snatched away by an irresistible force. This force was so vast, just like the natural power of heaven and earth.
The lack of things in his hands suddenly made the young man feel an extremely empty feeling in his heart, so when the night wind blew over, the young man could not stop trembling.
Jing Jing shuddered, slowly raised his head, and vaguely saw the face of the man who took the stone tablet away from his hand through the blood.
Old wine.
The once-Lanli close servant later brewed old wine for Hanchan.
Jing Jing suddenly trembled, and then weakly, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the sword cultivator who had been leaning on the railing.
The man's shattered head hung deeply - hanging on his chest. The hand holding the sword had already slipped to the end of the sword nailed to the floor, and had been loosened for an unknown amount of time.
The attendant named Chen Jiu stood aside silently, holding the stone tablet in his hand with the bottom full of soil and the top full of blood. He sighed, bent down and put it aside, then stood up straight and looked at He walked up the long steps in front of the King of Chu's palace and spoke repeatedly.
"The king is dead, Tranquility."
.......
——On the twenty-fourth day of the sixth month of the Chu and New Calendar, Ling Yin fell and died. That night, Zuo Shili Jingjing hit the king with a stone and collapsed.
Mr. Zuo Shi stood calmly on the palace road, looked up at the tall building, and with a heavy pen, he turned those stories into a few words and wrote them in the history book in his hand.
...
The Taoist with clean knees from the north had been sitting on the cliff in the capital city for a long time.
The restraints from the divine power in the Divine Sea are indeed slowly weakening and fading.
Maybe it won't take long, if this Taoist hadn't waited for that sword, he would have quietly walked towards the River Styx in that kind of decline.
Even Liu Sanyue couldn't help but feel very nervous at this moment.
Although death is known only after life is known, as a Taoist, which Taoist would be willing to die like this?
Liu Sanyue looked past the people who were still praying to the goddess in the twilight of the divine capital, and towards the southern capital beyond the green mountains.
The world is dark at dusk, perhaps as a Taoist thought in Lingnan, at dusk the world is like a big preserved egg.
Liu Sanyue didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little hungry.
This may also be normal.
The divine sea is empty and the divine power is declining. Under all this, Liu Yuyue is of course just a human being.
When people in the world are hungry, they look at the night like preserved eggs and the twilight like fried eggs.
Liu Sanyue thought about it, and laughed softly, and said to himself: "Senior brother, senior brother, if you can also send a bowl of noodles with poached eggs when you send a sword, that will probably be the best in the world. matter."
This Taoist whose divine power was declining did not know many stories in such a seemingly peaceful capital - even if Master Ling Yin kindly reminded them to drink less, this Taoist did not take it seriously.
How can there be any story in the world that is comprehensive and insightful?
The Taoist sat there and waited quietly, gradually becoming uneasy in his heart.
Naturally, he also knew the consequences of Han Chan's original idea. If a sword cultivator ignites the divine sea and everything becomes empty, the emperor may temporarily lose the power to intimidate the world.
But after all, he was a Liuyun sword cultivator. As long as he had a sword in his hand, perhaps nothing would happen.
The anxiety in Liu Sanyue's heart was probably more about the worry that he would fall short at that time.
Although this Taoist was the most outstanding disciple of Qingtian Dao in the past, he had already died once and had been restrained by divine power for too long. Sometimes in a daze, Liu Sanyue even felt that the story of his time in Qingtian Dao was as if It's some vague past events.
When the Taoist soul took the boat to the River Styx, he drank some water from the River Styx.
Liu Sanyue waited there anxiously for a long time, until the dusk faded, and the human night covered the divine city overflowing with divine light.
The river of Hades in the human world still comes from all directions and falls in the city of gods.
When the Taoist lowered his head to look at this glorious world of gods, he had to admit that this was probably indeed a very bright kingdom of gods.
The divine fire is swaying, the divine light is overflowing, and the singing sounds of the Taiyi Spring Festival still seem to be echoing among the sacred pillars carrying the gods and ghosts. The sounds are long and solemn.
That was the voice of prayer from the people of the world who were kneeling in the city of God.
Huangliang is of course Huangliang.
This land, which has been blessed by the witchcraft, ghosts and gods religion for thousands of years, still maintains its devout belief in gods and ghosts after thousands of years.
Liu Sanyue looked at it silently for a long time, and then looked at the night sky above the human world.
The distant galaxies carry the Styx River away, no one knows how many feet into the sky they have gone.
In fact, Liu Sanyue himself didn't know which one was correct, the story of gods and ghosts or the story of the human world.
But people should encourage themselves to move forward, and this will never be wrong.
How could this be wrong?
So this is probably the reason why the goddess who was unwilling to give in had to die.
Liu Sanyue thought with emotion.
At a certain moment, the sword wind in the world began to blow over this world.
In the chill of the night wind, Liu Sanyue lowered his head and looked at the human capital to the west of the divine capital.
The cold cicada ignited the divine sea.
This Taoist seemed to vaguely see the kind of bright and hot sword fire rising above the tall building in the night like sparks falling down on the earth.
The sword that ignited the divine sea naturally arrived very quickly.
When the sword wind began to blow, Liu Sanyue glanced at Jiudu, then stood up with support on the cliff stone under his feet, took a deep breath, raised his hand and pinched the Taoist secrets.
Han Chan's sword is from the outside in, but some stories naturally go beyond the outside in.
This Taoist must also prepare from the inside out.
Only when the two condense at the same moment can the shackles of the divine power from the goddess be broken away.
The sword hanging three feet above the human world came out with great force the moment the sword wind fell towards the human world.
It was so majestic and so fierce. In the city of God that had lost the protection of the goddess, the unguided divine power from the Styx began to waver at this moment.
Liu Sanyue looked at the sword calmly and held the Tao Jue. At this moment, his ugly body looked extremely righteous.
Stepping into the sword wind, Taoist robes fluttered as he stepped out.
This Taoist from the north, who had been trapped in the south for a year, calmly faced the sword.
Naturally, this sword can only be carried by one's body.
Countless tiny sounds echoed from the Taoist's broken and twisted body amidst the loud noise of the sword crossing the world.
That was the sound of the shackles of divine power breaking.
Perhaps it is indeed not just the man in the sky who can kill the gods, but the sword in the sky.
The Taoist's thoughts were submerged in his own divine sea.
The God of Grain is immortal, and it is endless and infrequent in its use.
Of course the Taoist God of Grains has never died.
When those sword intentions and divine power tore apart the Taoist's body together, many things finally resurrected in the Taoist's divine sea.
At that moment, countless amounts of heaven and earth energy tore apart the divine power and the power of the Styx, and surged toward the Taoist.
In the Dao Sea, countless Dao fruits on the Dao trees came to life again and swayed away. The dried up Dao Sea instantly became flooded with water and waves rose up.
The Taoist with a beautiful appearance stood on the bank of the vast sea, raising his head and quietly counting the rising waves.
The waves rose up to five stacks and went straight to six stacks.
The Taoist laughed softly, and as the body was torn apart, the soul also began to disperse.
Of course Liu Sanyue is Liu Sanyue.
The Taoist had not had such thoughts for a long time, but at this moment, the Taoist was thinking very contentedly.
Senior brother will be very happy.
