War is cruel.
Don’t you see, the setting sun on the battlefield is as red as blood, and the bones are exposed thousands of miles away in the wilderness.
The retreat of Moyun Empire made the soldiers of Rakshasa and Haoyue Empire even more crazy, gradually intensifying the war.
To the north of the imperial city, there is an extremely wide area, paved with skulls, with a strong smell of blood.
In the very center of this vast land, there is a high platform made of blood-colored stairs. The stairs are shockingly made of leg bones; and the high platform above is red and stained with blood.
Standing on the high platform are two sky-reaching stone pillars. An iron rope made of steel is wrapped around the top of the stone pillars. The sharp-edged hook burns red and penetrates the heart of a living person. It is hung on the iron rope. It is terrible to see.
All those who were hanged were prominent people in the Sunset Empire, who had angered the elders of the Ten Thousand Demon Clan, so they were executed in public to serve as a warning to the enemy, while also frightening the morale of the troops.
At this moment, in front of the high platform, there was a huge crowd, roars and insults could be heard endlessly, the sound wave enveloped the heaven and the earth, and even the air was filled with a chilling and murderous atmosphere.
It was a prison fighting ground. Walking along the stairs, there was a smell of rotting corpses. Looking at the clear sky, the ring seats were covered with white human skins, which were densely packed, soft and delicate.
In the void, there were four square futons, and in the center, a long sword was suspended there. Its blade penetrated the body of an old man, causing blood to fall out like raindrops from his body continuously.
The splash onto the faces of the slave martial cultivators in the cage made them become even more crazy and bloodthirsty.
At this moment, the person in charge of the Prison Arena led a monster beast into the Prison Arena. Everyone's eyes were fixed on it. It was a beast with yellow hair all over its body. There were sharp thorns growing on its body. It was as sharp as a sharp blade and exuded a strong wild aura.
The monster's face was extremely ferocious, and its red beast stared fixedly at the two fighting martial artists. For a moment, it opened its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, and a sense of majesty bloomed out.
"Roar!"
Golden Hair Roar roared at Wu Xiu, and then, its body trembled suddenly, and it rushed towards Wu Xiu with the sword. Its huge mouth opened, and a powerful and overbearing thunder spit out fiercely, making the space in front of it pale. The sky is filled with lightning.
In a moment, the sword cultivator's neck was bitten off, and while his body twitched, he was devoured by Golden Hair Roar, while the other martial cultivator was struck by thunder and turned into ashes.
If Lin Zixuan were here, he would recognize at a glance that the sword martial artist is Lin Yuexian, the swordsman of the Lin family who rose to prominence at the Wanhua Festival.
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The royal forbidden area is the only quiet place in this troubled world. You can vaguely smell the dragon's energy remaining in the ruins.
In this underground imperial mausoleum, the ancestor of the first generation frowned, and under his gray robes, there was no trace of the royal aura of the past, only vicissitudes of life and loneliness.
"Is my Li family really going to be handed over to others?" He looked at the ministers and generals kneeling in front of him with sad eyes, and his heart was filled with infinite waves.
Once upon a time, he was a scholar and scolded Fang Qiu. Who could rival the heroes in the world?
Now that the beauty is getting older, how many gray hairs have been added?
"Emperor Ancestor, according to the report from the sentry, Haoyue and Rakshasa have launched a general attack, with the number exceeding 800,000." Mobeishan said lightly, with a hint of sharpness in his body.
"Commander Mo, our ancestor has been overworked, so please stop irritating him."
The Prime Minister stepped forward and supported the aging ancestor, his voice was soft and soft, like a needle hidden in cotton.
"Li Zekun, you old fool, put away your hypocritical face, don't think that I don't know what you are doing secretly." Mobeishan took a step forward and came directly to Li Zekun. In an instant, an extremely violent wave came out. The breath came towards Guo Sumo.
This violent aura was filled with ferocity and iron-blood, and was so full of evil that it made the Prime Minister tremble, as if he was not facing a human being, but a madman with countless blood on his hands.
"That's enough, this world is yours, and it's up to you to decide how to fight. I am a dying man. If the young man Xuan hadn't gone into seclusion and handed over the power to me, I would hardly be able to care about this trivial matter. "The ancestor of the first generation scolded. After speaking, he looked at the Prime Minister with kind eyes.
"Li Aiqing, speaking of which, your ancestors made great achievements and were given the imperial surname by me. You are considered a member of my royal family, so don't do anything stupid."
The ancestor of the first generation smiled, and his smile was somewhat meaningful.
"My family has been favored by the emperor, assisting the emperor in governing affairs, and using the power of dogs and horses. I have promised to be driven by your majesty from generation to generation." The prime minister bowed in awe.
"Very good." The first-generation ancestor walked towards the strong man and patted him on the shoulder.
"Beishan, calm down your arrogance and learn more from the boy Zekun."
After that, he walked leisurely to the thatched cottage, leaned back on the bamboo chair, swayed, and hummed a little tune in his mouth.
"Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, where is there no blood in Lingshan?"
"Listen to the sound of the pine waves in the middle of the night and tell us about yesterday's merits and sins."
Ancient songs were heard one after another, and the memories of the Prime Minister and Ministers were suddenly cut off by Dao Yun. They only saw the ancestor waving his hand, and left in desperation, leaving only the stunned Mobei Mountain.
The ancestor of the first generation looked at Mobei Mountain with a straight face, as if he hated iron but could not become steel, and said something in a confused voice.
"Beishan, I have watched you grow up naked. You were so cute then, but now you are so reckless. You are just like your idiot father. Based on my experience in reading countless ancient books, this is called talking too much and making mistakes." , there will be a difficulty in the future, let me see, boy Lin is more experienced, by the way, do you know boy Lin?"
Mobeishan, whose eyes were stained with blood like evil ghosts, showed a simple and honest smile, and the iron-blooded sharpness in his body disappeared in an instant. He listened to the ancestor's scolding without saying a word, his eyes were full of kindness.
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Imperial City, Qinyuan.
This is the place where the soldiers specially set up for Mr. Qin. With its rockery of green cypresses, small bridges and flowing water, it is like a fairyland on earth during this war-torn period.
On the dragon-shaped hollow stone table, two people sat next to Mr. Qin. One had golden eyes and long hair, exuding an extremely domineering king's presence. The other was as deep as a sword, oppressing all directions with a towering force.
"Lin Lin, can you sense the position of your clone?" The golden-eyed man looked expectantly. The three of them played a game of chess that day, showing their weakness to the enemy, waiting for opportunities, and counterattacking like wolves, which was perfect.
As if divine light bloomed in Lin Lin's eyes, a terrifying trembling sound came from the space. For a moment, his face froze slightly, his body froze, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Damn it, that evil demon sensed my spiritual thoughts and swallowed my clone in front of me."
The golden-eyed man's eyes narrowed, his pupils gradually became cold, and he uttered a cold voice.
"The evil spirits are rampant and bring disaster to the country and the people. Sooner or later, I will uproot them and plunge them into an endless hell, never to be reincarnated."
After saying that, he poured Ning Yuan Liquor into his mouth, his spiritual power surged, and he looked at Mr. Qin.
"That little guy Lin Zixuan is not bad. It's not in vain that I let Emperor Sunset protect him. Given time, he will become a great asset."
"It's a pity that he was born at the wrong time. In these troubled times, Luo Yang, a proud man like him, has heavier responsibilities than anyone else and has a harder life than anyone else."
Li Tianzhao's eyes were sad. He was the younger brother of the emperor and the commander-in-chief of the armed forces, so he naturally understood the hardships.
"I heard Yi Ge mention him. He is a very good boy. He has a mind for the world and an unparalleled rhythm. He inherited your ability." Lin Lin sighed. During this critical period, Lin Yige merged into one body and went to Cangzhou Taoist Temple to practice. He didn't know it was Happy or sad?
"His growth has exceeded my expectations, and now even I can't see through it." After saying that, Mr. Qin looked in a direction, which was the place where Lin Zixuan attained enlightenment. At this moment, in the sky above, there was a dark demon body. The statue roared with monstrous demonic intent. The difference from Gu Qingfeng's concentration was that the demon body had a vertical pupil between its eyebrows. It was extremely evil and infinitely evil, as if it was born to destroy the world.
The method of practice is Jiuyou Funeral Song, which was found among Gu Qingfeng's belongings. It was mastered by Mr. Qin and handed over to Lin Zixuan for practice.
Gu Qingfeng is invincible with this, and he has defeated countless talented people in Cangtian Daozhou just by relying on rudimentary methods.
However, he is only good at music and not magic, which is not suitable for this technique. But Lin Zixuan is different. He can practice all kinds of techniques and has a unique advantage. This technique seems to be tailor-made for him.
Lin Zixuan was running his skills, and his soul was completely immersed in darkness. His body was covered with dark lights. This light was deeper than the night sky, like a magic light.
Li Tianzhao's gaze penetrated that area, and his eyes trembled slightly. He saw Lin Zixuan's whole body was bound by the light of darkness. His body gradually became taller and majestic, and the demonic body reflected in the sky became darker, deeper, and indestructible.
"I seem to have an illusion that Gu Qingfeng is nothing compared to him." Li Tianzhao marveled. That day, during his strategizing, no one except Mr. Qin had a more profound impression of the demon body than him. .
"When I was traveling in Cangtian Daozhou, I met an eternal demon king. He stood there in the distance. He was as steady as a mountain. He could not see the edge at a glance. Even though he was thousands of miles away, I could feel the strong sense of oppression. , makes my heart tremble." Lin Lin's eyes flashed with memories, and his emotions gradually became excited. That was the real giant, the pinnacle of martial arts.
"Those demon cultivators in the Rakshasa Empire are all bullies, ruthless and unjust, doing unscrupulous and inhumane things." Thinking of this, Lin Linchong was furious and his eyes were split.
Those cruel demon cultivators killed them all, used the blood sacrifice flags of the Lin family's children, and hung the Lin family elders on the execution platform. They tortured them day and night, making life worse than death.
The ancestor of the Lin family was pierced through the body by the ancestral sword, nourishing his martial arts with his Tao blood, and he was still alive.
"What is a devil?" Mr. Qin took out the strings and played it. The melodious music soothed their heavy hearts. Lin Lin clenched his fists. He hated and wished he could take revenge immediately.
"There is no good or evil in Kung Fu. It becomes the human heart. If you have a righteous heart, the devil is also a sage. If you have evil intentions, the immortal is also a devil."
Mr. Qin said lightly, his fingers plucked the strings, and the notes passed through the void, guiding the figure who was practicing magic.
Lin Zixuan looked up at the sky. The majestic vertical pupils of the demon's body burst out with dazzling golden light. The pupils were long and narrow, carrying an aura that would destroy all generations.
When the sound of the piano resounded, he realized clearly that demons in the world are not extremely evil, cold-blooded, and can also have kind thoughts. He has seen his own path, a path of Buddha and demon that no one has ever set foot on.
To all living beings, I will become a Buddha with one thought, save them from suffering and overcome adversities, and protect all souls from harm.
When it comes to evil spirits, I will become a demon with just one thought, and I will be lawless and suppress ghosts and monsters forever.
