Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 304 24. Master manifests the saints and kills the fourteen realms (6156 characters-thanks to the book friend "Long live the emperor" for the 30,000 reward)

In the late autumn, Shenque Mountain, with yellow leaves curling up into the sky, rises into the sky, like a yellow tide, swimming across the dragon and snake-like mountains.

Those who worship mountains and burn incense need to take a bath and change clothes, calm and calm, in order to enter the Confucian Temple.

Who is the Master?

People who teach belief cohesion.

There is no desecration, no slander.

Even the foreign sects had to burn three pillars of fragrant incense to show respect, and then the sect battles began locally.

The man in the golden robe sitting on top of the black dragonfly is named Zhao Beicheng, and he is one of the three kings of Fenghua Wangzong, the "King of Honesty". In the past, his strength was the peak of the thirteen realms, and among them was The outstanding one is not much worse than the Sect Master of Ten Thousand Swords.

The reason why Wan Jianzong was able to stand strong in the east was mostly due to the power that Demon Sovereign wielded two hundred years ago.

It's just that now Fenghua Wangzong seems to rely on it, and then he decides to invade from west to east.

Although the invasion was divided into several routes, one of them must be to the Confucius Temple.

It is necessary to worship Master.

at this time.

It is still within the east of Yunzhou.

The west wind was sluggish.

With a boundless figure curled up, Yujian flew towards a certain mountain villa.

The figure walked to the door, fell from the flying sword, grabbed the flying sword with his left hand, and looked up.

The plaque at Zhuangmen is engraved with the four characters "Beidou Mountain Villa".

The cranes in the village hold their heads up, the pond fish are swimming, the clouds and shadows are swimming across the river, and there are the voices of men and women talking, the fog is lightly floating like a yarn, and thousands of chrysanthemums are proudly blooming, setting out here as if in a fairyland.

This villa is obviously a paradise.

In addition, Beidou Mountain Villa is a well-known gathering place for casual cultivation in the east of the Yunzhou Continent.

There are monks in the village.

And the owner of the village is a very strong person in the thirteen realms. If it weren't for this, he would not be able to protect the pure land that he had gained by protecting the scattered cultivation by himself.

It is a pity that this pure land will be filthy today.

This paradise will have no peace in the future.

Because that figure has already stepped into the villa.

As soon as he stepped into the villa, many people watched it, and a lot of interest was locked in.

Because this is a strange breath.

"Friends of Daoist face like this? Who is it?"

The figure glanced at the Taoist priests, smiled and said: "Fenghua Wangzong, the true king."

When the words were settled, the monk who questioned was stunned, and then he said: "King Fenghua should be the sect of the western country. The sect has a region, and those who come without notice are called invasions. Dao friends can tell. The Wan Jianzong here?"

The real king smiled and said, "No."

Without waiting for the monk to ask, he just said: "Since this seat is here today, Ten Thousand Sword Sect shouldn't exist anymore."

"Oh? Why is there such a rant?"

"raving?"

The real king suddenly laughed.

After smiling, he looked at the monk who dared to ask him back.

The monk also had the strength of character, he was not afraid, he was carrying a spear behind his back, and he looked like a general of the human dynasty.

The true king took a step forward, a little random with his right hand, and the flying sword that had always been floating behind him came out of the sheath, not to mention, he shot directly at the monk.

The power is not strong, the speed is not fast, but it is a bit weird.

The monk was not afraid, nor did he see his movements. The long spear stirred up a sharp air current, pierced through the sky, and whizzed towards the flying sword.

Next scene.

哧~~

Feijian cut open the spear directly, and the speed did not decrease at all.

The spear-handling monk was shocked, his reaction speed was extremely fast, and he retreated sharply, and the power of the nine heavens and the earth hidden in the purple mansion suddenly pointed out with a finger.

Point to the sword and the true king behind the sword.

The wind in this world suddenly solidified, and it turned into a huge mountain in a flash, bombarding the true king.

next moment.

"what!!"

With an exclamation, the spear-handling monk was shocked.

Just because the power of the nine layers of heaven and earth was directly torn apart by the flying sword, it seemed that it did not play a blocking role at all.

This is simply incredible.

It's no wonder that the gunman was shocked.

Feijian got closer and closer.

Only then did he notice that there was a strange black mask on the flying sword, and with this black mask, it seemed to be indestructible and unfavorable.

When it was said that it was too late and it was fast, only a few thoughts flashed in the mind of the spear-handling monk, and a long sigh came into his heart.

But at this moment, an extremely terrifying force of heaven and earth soared into the sky, just like a giant hand, just formed, the air flow in the sky is extremely viscous and dripping, and the dust of the earth is soaring into the sky.

And this breath far surpassing the supernatural power of the spear-handling monk turned into a big hand, directly grabbing the flying sword.

boom! ! !

The power was like a whirlpool, collapsing from all directions to the flying sword.

The flying sword was not damaged, and even the black film on the surface did not fluctuate at all. After a short pause for half a second before and after, the flying sword broke free, continued to maintain the original speed, and directly penetrated the head of the gun cultivator.

It's not a flash from beginning to end.

The sword was stained with a little blood, and after shaking it away, he went back to the real king back in the air.

And the gunman cultivator never thought that a "kyogan" would cause the murder.

His head split from it, the Purple Mansion shattered, and his soul was scattered. He went to the stage of reincarnation, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, in the middle of a quiet bamboo forest in the distance, the stone table was full of black and white, and there was a person sitting on each side.

Sitting in the east is an old man, and this old man is the owner of Beidou Mountain Villa. At this time, he looked at his palm in amazement, with a bit of shock in his eyes.

How can it be?

The power he had just now was to destroy dozens of flying swords, but why didn't he stop that flying sword for half a second?

"Owner? What's wrong with you?"

Shouted a middle-aged man sitting in the west.

When the old man was yelled like this, he recovered his senses. He turned a few times and then said: "Brother Han, you leave the village quickly, this person is not good, you must not be involved in it."

"Who is the owner of Han?"

"Brother Han, you are the son of the Lvxia Sect Master. The daughter of the daughter is not going to be the chuitang, you leave quickly."

The middle-aged man nodded when he saw the old man's seriousness, and Yu Jian left.

When the old man saw him leaving, he rose up against the wind and volleyed towards the gate of the village.

After seeing the two-part body in front of the door, he sighed lightly, then looked up at the incoming person, and said coldly: "What do you want from the Western Sect to come to the East?"

"From now on, the eastern and western sects are united, what to talk about?" After the real king said, he threw out a bottle of pill, "If you eat, you can survive."

The owner of Beidou Mountain Villa couldn't help laughing: "Are you crazy?"

The true king did not speak, but just took a step forward. There was a black film all over his body. This film was thick and opaque. If it was the silent deep sea, it showed a terrifying and mysterious taste under his unconcealed exposure. .

The laughter of the owner of Beidou Mountain Villa stopped abruptly, and he had already felt the terrifying power contained in the black film.

He vaguely had some guesses, but he still couldn't believe it.

His voice was a little hoarse: "What is this?"

The true king smiled and said: "Fourteen realms."

The old man froze in place.

This is the answer he intended, and the most terrifying answer!

The new realm means the reorganization of power.

The existence of the first eleven realms directly overturned the dynasty system.

After the twelve stage, the dynasty became a subordinate of the sect.

In the thirteen realms, the position of the sect is stronger.

now

The fourteenth boundary has arrived.

What will happen again?

The old man only felt cold in his heart, as if he had been reflected in a sea of ​​blood in front of him.

The kill is here! !

But at this moment, the son of Sect Master Luxia who originally played chess with him turned out to be Yujian.

The old man and everyone in the village raised their heads and looked towards the sky. I don't know when, the sky above the villa was shimmering, but when they looked closely, it was the monks arrayed with swords.

The disciples of these monks in the clothes of Fenghua Wangzong,

Obviously, Beidou Mountain Villa has been surrounded.

The true king looked at the returning middle-aged man without saying much. He raised his hand and pointed, and a drop of "liquid" attached to the black film rushed directly towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man naturally resisted, but was unable to make any effective defense at all, and was touched by the "liquid" in a flash.

As soon as he encountered it, his eyes were distraught in pain, and then he showed endless fear.

He was thus deprived of all power, and his whole person began to grow old at a speed visible to the naked eye,

The black hair turned white, the teeth fell, the skin wrinkled, and then disappeared, and a few blinks of the eye had turned into a dense white bone.

This white bone fell from a high altitude, but before it reached the end, it was blown out in the wind of Xiao Suo Mountain. It passed away with the wind and no longer existed.

Everyone in Beidou Villa was silent.

And the disciple of the Fenghua Wangzong, bowed to the true king, and then continued to guard around.

The true king said: "The fugitive is dead!!"

Then he said again: "Those who want to survive, come to take this pill by themselves. I don't have much time. After a stick of incense, those who haven't eaten it will die.

After eating, all the people above the twelve realms accompanied me.

The Eastern Ten Thousand Sword Sect, which has been here for more than five hundred years, should now be destroyed. "

Xia Ji sat alone in the sunset.

He couldn't help thinking about that woman.

He didn't know whether this was caused by the so-called "causality" and Lu Chan's so-called "three wills", or his own miss for his dead wife.

He knows that Miaomiao is in a certain corner of the world, and may have been transformed, and then she will break into her world like an elf as before, bringing a bit of human color to herself, a person who has seen the world. .

He was lying on the marble railing. In the twilight, there were a lot of pilgrims in the Confucius Temple on the Shenque Mountain.

All kinds of words pierced into his ears like a tide, conversation, laughter, sorrow, anger, joy, anger, sadness and joy of human affairs, which reflected the appearance of the world in this corner of the world.

He was obviously only fifteen years old, but he already felt lonely and desolate.

In the distance, a noisy voice suddenly came.

The sound came from far away, accompanied by the exclamation of the pilgrims.

Xia Ji looked at the sound, and saw three black dragons walking vigorously, pulling a flying dragon from the sky. The flying dragon was huge and heavy and extremely mighty. Sitting on the center of it was a golden robe that hugged left and right. man.

After flying, many monks walked with swords.

The wind roared, the clouds spread out, and the momentum was huge.

Before the flying scorpion arrived, the cultivator had already moved forward like an electric lasing, flying over here, condescending, overlooking the incense pilgrim like an ant.

The leader said loudly: "Limited to everyone, half Zhuxiang time to leave here."

Voice covers here

The pilgrims were stunned, and the next moment they began to turn around and run away frantically.

The monks have issued orders, how can they not obey them?

However, how big Shenque Mountain is, and there are still many pilgrims at this time.

The half-zhu incense time passed quickly. Some of the younger teenagers and girls near the gate of the mountain had left, but some had just ran to the Confucian Temple and had time to descend.

The floating monk didn't say much, and landed directly.

Behind them, it was that fly landing.

The monks looked at the pilgrims who were still running from the opposite side with their heads down. Their expressions were impatient and cold, but all of them turned their heads slightly to look at the man on the fly.

Cheng Wang held the two women in his hands, frowning and spit out: "This mountain road is not clean, how can I make my seat incense?"

The disciples of Fenghua Wangzong naturally understood.

It is not clean because of dust.

The dust is the ants who have not left yet.

That being the case, just clean it up, and save the dust and waste the Lord's precious time.

How to clean?

Since there are cliffs on both sides of the mountain road, it is good to sweep down all these blinding dust.

After thinking about it, the monks didn't think too much about it, and the first few monks raised their hands a little, and the wind rolled out of their sleeves, like a wind dragon rushing up the mountain road, one left and one right, and it was a wagging tail immediately.

The violent wind swept the pilgrims who were still running on both sides towards the cliff.

Among the pilgrims there are many old people, children, and a couple wearing black cats and white cats cloaks.

The screams of horror and the begging for mercy sounded.

Seeing them, these people are going to sweep off the cliff, fall down the valley and become crushed.

Suddenly, an opposing force suppressed, and the hurricane stopped. That force softly stopped the inertia of the pilgrims falling down the cliff, allowing them to stabilize their bodies again.

Among the pilgrims, a young man sat on the stone steps, facing the distance, and asked from a distance: "Since I have come to burn incense, I will be with everyone.

If they don't want to be together, it's just waiting for everyone to leave. Why kill? "

In the distance, King Shangcheng Feilian ignored him, but said impatiently, "Why is there still dust?"

He fell silent.

The three monks of Fenghua Wangzong headed by Yujian flew out.

Accompanied by the overwhelming power of supernatural powers, the monks entered the thirteen realms in a battle, and generally they would not use karma when they started.

The power of the heavens and the earth combined by these three people turned into a big seal, and the whole was covered, covering everyone in the entire area.

The old man was already sitting down on the ground with fright, his lips moved frequently, staring at the invisible power,

The child was so scared that he forgot to cry, the lollipop in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into petals of different sizes.

The couple of black cats and white cats just hugged each other tightly, shaking and waiting for death.

Xia Ji closed his eyes.

This moment.

Many thoughts passed through his mind.

One thousand and five hundred years ago, I regarded the family as evil, so I taught the common people, compiled books, and wanted everyone to be a dragon to resist the family. That's right.

The wrong thing is this evil.

However, the evil is not the family, but the human nature.

Human nature is like destiny.

Destiny makes you irresistible, and human nature makes you unchangeable.

How sad.

When Xia Ji was thinking, she stood up.

He held up his hand, his palm was gray.

The big seal that the magical power turned into was photographed on that palm, and it was no longer possible to go down.

But at this moment, the pure woman in Wang Cheng's arms glanced at the opposite side curiously, and her eyes stopped on the young man who stood up on the stone steps to resist.

The coquettish woman also glanced at it.

Wang Cheng glanced over and suddenly snorted, "Do you think this young man is handsome?"

The innocent woman shook her head hurriedly, and then said flatteringly: "Not as good as the Lord."

The coquettish woman directly stretched her catkins, hooked King Cheng's neck, and whispered gently: "Lord, are you jealous? Hee hee"

Wang Cheng looked around, and suddenly said, "I haven't eaten meat for a few days. Catch him."

"Yes, Lord."

"Yes."

Many Fenghua Wangzong monks pinched their fingers at the imperial sword.

After the clanging sound, many flying swords went up to the sky.

The pilgrims who have never escaped just feel that their heart is about to stop.

At this time, creeping or collapsing on the stone steps, watching the **** fighting, his whole body was stiff, like falling into an ice cave and losing all consciousness.

My heart is numb, I only hate that I could not run faster before.

Yes.

Don't dare to be angry.

I only dare to hate myself.

How cowardly.

The flying sword flew into the sky, and the magical power of the twelve realms was attached to it, as if the entire sky had been sucked clean, and it was full of killing, and wanted to run over Xia Ji and others.

And at this moment.

The whole Shenqueshan trembles slightly. At the first moment, there is only a slight sound like fish eyes, and the chirping of young birds. Then there is the sound of the rustling of the trees in the forest, then the sound of wind and water, and the sound of the hole. .

Many sounds are like a sea of ​​rivers, turning into a clear and suppressing sound, rising in the night.

At this time, the sky was flooded with sword light, and there was a cold killing intent on the world.

And the gradually chanting voice finally turned into a word: "Evil."

One word falls.

All the sword light in the sky was shattered, and the combined strength of the hundreds of cultivators at the twelfth level and above was broken.

Xia Ji stood and dropped her hands.

The Master Temple behind him changed suddenly in this huge sound, and the majestic sacred white air rose up straight up into the sky, manifesting the icon,

I don't know how high it is tens of thousands of feet, and I join the vast white clouds.

This little bit of white air is all good karma, and it's all made by incense.

Good karma can defend evil karma, but it is no longer applicable to such existences that are far beyond the understanding of mortals.

The icon felt Xia Ji’s anger,

There was a mysterious connection with him,

He is Xia Ji, Xia Ji is Him,

Now that Xia Ji came to this mountain, he had a heart instead of a dead jade image soaked in incense.

it's here

Xia Ji's heart is his heart.

His power is Xia Ji's power.

At this time, this power moved in accordance with Xia Ji's mind, and appeared in front of others.

The Master's Elephant looked at the monk who was blocking the mountain, and the King Cheng sitting high on the black dragon fly.

The second word falls.

"which is."

For an instant.

The vast coercion is like the suppression of a mountain in the hearts of the monks, but the ordinary people who are crawling on the ground do not feel it.

Cheng Wang reacted with a thought. He put away the two women in his arms with both hands and sneered: "Pretend to be a master! Pretend to be a fool!!"

He embraced his hands, and a blue long sword suddenly condensed in the center of his palms. This sword appeared, and the surrounding air was already frozen with ice crystals. It was obviously the belonging of a divine weapon.

In the next moment, the matt black film of deep silence covered the body of King Cheng, and then on the body of the **** soldier, exuding a cold and convincing sense of horror, which belonged to a new realm of mankind. power.

Wang Cheng hummed and shook his head, and stepped forward, "People teach only bless the strong, and the master only bless the strong. Therefore, someone must be cheating. Although you don't know how you did it, you should die. ."

His death word has just been exported.

The third character of the icon of the Master has fallen.

"Punishment."

The three words are coherent, that is-evil means punishment.

As soon as the three characters came out, the sacred but peaceful white spirit of good karma turned into a knife in the cloud, the knife light quietly, and followed the Master's icon with a lightly swipe to the earth.

This knife does not disturb the common people, the people, and the finches and trees

This knife is not huge, but not small, not domineering, but not humble.

With a miraculous method, this sword fell on the King Cheng of the fourteenth realm and all the people brought by the King Cheng at the same time.

Cut everything with one knife.

Mortals cannot understand and cannot imagine.

But now it happened.

Cut it down with a slash, the Master's icon no longer looked at the distance, no longer looked at success or failure, but bowed slightly to Xia Ji, regarded as worshipping, and then disappeared.

On the earth, all the monks who had endured the Master's knife turned into dust.

Karma wipes out life. When the level of life is no longer, it is just a mortal, but a skeleton that has been stored for hundreds of thousands of years and should have been weathered.

Xia Ji walked to the empty flying side. At this time, the ashes all over the ground had already disappeared with the mountain wind, and only the flying sword fell on the ground.

He whispered: "You are wrong. It is not the strong who is blessed by the people, but the good-hearted, the self-improving."

Having said this, he was stepping down.

When he left the scope of Shenque Mountain, the sense of incense connection that had just been born due to the fluctuation of his mind disappeared.

Obviously, the place where the Master showed his sacredness was limited to the mountain where he went to the ancestral hall.

After leaving this mountain, he couldn't borrow this terrifying power.

At this time, in the distance, there was a lot of uproar around.

"The Master became a saint."

"Master really exists!!"

Those who crawled on the stone steps and collapsed in fright were hugging and crying with people around them.

"The Master saved us."

"I saw it, I saw it, Master, go into the clouds and manifest the icon."

The couple wrapped in cloaks of black and white cats turned around, rushed into the ancestral hall feverishly, and knelt down in front of the jade statue.

The jade statue has a soft face and is bathed in rich incense, silent and speechless, as if it was not him who had just been revealed.

The couple kowtowed again and again, thanks to the kindness, the two suddenly thought of the boy who had just been on the stone steps

He seemed to help everyone block a blow before the Master arrived.

Who is he?

Why is he alone?

The bitter cold in the late autumn and everything withered, why did he have to bear it alone?

The man wrapped in the black cat cloak and the woman wrapped in the white cat cloak glanced at each other, there were still tears in the corners of their eyes, and the two hugged tightly.

On the lonely mountain road, Xia Ji was walking alone.

He heard the shock and enthusiasm along the way, but he was not at all happy.

He glanced at the mountains full of yellow leaves rolled into a dragon, and the autumn wind was fascinating.

He suddenly missed the mutton soup cooked by Xiao Su, the capital of Daqi.

It should be ok to drink in such weather. Put the green onions and pepper. It is very warm and warm.

The warm ones are like the beautiful spring flowers that have blossomed, and the warm ones are like Miaomiao has returned.

He rubbed his hands, breathed a sigh of heat in the cold wind, but turned to continue towards the Dai's house in Shui'an City.

Although his heart is like an arrow, he still has something to do and cannot go back.

(End of this chapter)