Leaning on the edge of the Yangtze River Bridge, I watched the endless river water flowing quietly under the bridge. Although it lacks the majestic rush of the Yellow River, it is still uninterrupted for thousands of miles.
If the two rivers are compared to life, the Yellow River pursues a brilliant life of success and fame.
The Yangtze River represents a peaceful, happy and peaceful life.
There is no right or wrong between the two, it all depends on the person who pursues it.
"Xu Zhe, Xu Zhe, what kind of person are you? So complicated..." Standing on the silent bridge, Yaqi sighed and muttered to himself.
"Sir." A child's voice reminded him that the roar of the engine was getting closer.
"I knew he would come to find me, faster than I thought..." Yaqi adjusted his white collar and walked to the middle of the road. Before long, the old motorcycle accelerated and drove to a position less than a hundred meters in front of him and stopped.
A familiar figure stepped down from the car, and an even more familiar monster pounced on him from behind.
The rich smell of food had blinded its instinctive fear of danger, and the monster pounced on it with its bloody mouth wide open, and its half-meter-long fangs seemed able to pierce through steel plates easily.
It's a pity that he didn't even have the chance to taste some of Xu Zhe's blood...
He slightly turned his body, and as if by magic, he drew out the dark red mahogany heavy sword. With a light lift from bottom to top, the monster's throat was neatly cut sideways, and black blood gushed out like a fountain.
Xu Zhe's whole body was suddenly covered by sticky liquid...
Such a scene still could not make these monsters learn their lesson, and they rushed forward in pursuit.
"He's mine, don't think about it..." Yaqi's words sounded like a joke, but they nailed the hungry guys to the spot and couldn't move. With no other choice, the hungry guys could only drag the dead monster's body away from Xu Zhe, and then tear it apart and eat it.
The special magic prevented it from turning into beautiful "fireworks", and instead it became a pile of disgusting meat, feeding its companions.
There is a saying that goes, he who can tame a lion is not brave, only he who can tame a hungry lion is a king.
In comparison, the effect of Yaki's ordinary warning was more powerful.
"What? I heard that you left? Now you come back to see me. Did you miss me?" Yaqi greeted the cold man in front of him politely with an unchanging smile.
"I don't want to waste time with you... Where is the Xuanyuan Sword?" The bloody sword pointed at the ancient monster. Xu Zhe's expression was unusually serious and his tone was questioning.
"Did you come back here just for this sword? Don't you think you are too arrogant? Come with me to ask for things." The invisible demonic energy was released, and even the monsters who were snatching the corpse behind Xu Zhe retreated in fear.
But Xu Zhe still stood where he was, threw his heavy backpack on the ground, took off his clothes and squatted beside the backpack.
"What do you want to do?" Yaqi asked curiously.
"I've known that you won't give it to me so easily. If you must fight, then let's do it. Anyway, a fight between us is inevitable..." Xu Zhe looked indifferent, not knowing whether he was indifferent to life and death, or to Yaqi's power.
"Is this your answer after I gave you countless chances to survive?" Although Yaqi's tone remained calm, he pulled his hands out of his trouser pockets, and his clenched fists were shaking.
The boy unconsciously took half a step back. He had followed Yaqi for more than a few hundred years, but he had never seen him as angry as he was today.
What makes me angry is that no matter how many concessions I make or how much effort I put in, the other party is completely ungrateful.
This is not a betrayal of oneself, but a complete failure to take oneself seriously...
"I don't need anyone to give me my life, and it doesn't belong to me. My current breath is only reserved for others. In order to see that person, I must get the Xuanyuan Sword." He took out the strange armor piece by piece from the backpack.
The dark surface was dull but flowing with a luster, and the domineering aura shocked the whole audience the moment it was taken out of the bag.
Just like Yaqi's evil spirit, it made the ghosts restless and they retreated one after another.
When Xu Zhe stood on the ground again, a dark armor tightly wrapped his whole body.
He cannot be compared to a mighty knight because the knight does not have his cold eyes.
He cannot be compared to a burly warrior because Xu Zhe does not have such a huge body, but his consciousness is as hard as rock.
Looking at the appearance of the armor, it is definitely not something that can be forged with modern technology. Every corner and every inch of the joints of the stone material are all hand-carved.
The most impressive thing is the image of a hovering black dragon on the chest, which exudes the fierce and domineering aura of an emperor.
"The Qin Emperor's Stone Armor?! Boy, do you think you can compete with me by wearing it?" Yaqi snorted with contempt, but he sighed sincerely in his heart.
Not many people know the origin of this armor, even in the demon world only a few great demons know something about it.
Legend has it that the ancient Qin Emperor ordered many civilians and craftsmen to build the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum in order to be worshipped for eternity after his death. But when it came to the problem of corpse decay, countless skilled craftsmen racked their brains and could not find a feasible solution...
It happened that at that time, a meteor streaked across the sky and fell on the barren land. The ministers accompanied the Emperor Qin to check it out.
The hot meteorite was surrounded by a black halo, which made people feel nauseous, dizzy and trembling all over when approaching it.
The ministers advised that this was an ominous star and begged the king to return to the palace as soon as possible.
But in the eyes of the Qin Emperor, he was more dazzling than any other gem in the world. Even when he was close to it, he felt his whole body was smooth and comfortable. He laughed loudly in front of the stone and immediately ordered many craftsmen to work hard on the stone and forge a set of burial armor with it as his clothes after death.
So this piece of armor was buried with the Qin Emperor's body for more than two thousand years until it was secretly excavated by archaeologists.
The scientists who went to discover it at that time were all dumbfounded. They saw that in the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, the mighty emperor was still sitting on the dragon throne. Neither his skin nor his hair had been eroded by the years, and he looked like a living being.
At that time, he was wearing the Qin Emperor's stone armor...
But when the researcher was moving the body, he accidentally dropped a part of the stone armor, and the whole body instantly turned into flying objects and disappeared.
The strange phenomenon attracted the curiosity of scientists, so they secretly concealed the armor and kept it for their own research. They only released some of the burial objects of the Terracotta Warriors as the results of the investigation.
In the end, of course, Xu Zhe used extraordinary means to get it into his hands...
The reason why Xu Zhe became interested in this armor was not its exquisite craftsmanship and long history.
However, that fierce aura was not something that should exist in the human world. The Emperor Qin's greed for eternal preservation of his body resulted in a "divine armor" that belonged to mankind.
With eyes closed lightly, every breath is a metabolism. Feel the spirit of the armor with every inch of skin and every hair.
This is an existence that cannot be absorbed by the human body, but at the same time it cannot be destroyed by ordinary spiritual attacks.
He slowly raised the sword in his hand and wiped off the disgusting black blood of the monster. He put another finger to his mouth...
"Sir." Seeing Xu Zhe's familiar action, the boy's tone became unusually solemn, and he unconsciously took another half step forward.
“Stand still where you are. This is the fight he expected, so just give him a fair fight…” As he said this, Yaqi unexpectedly retracted one of his hands and put it in his trouser pocket, leaving his slender right arm hanging naturally.
The Five Elements Forbidden Spell, the only Fire Talisman that Xu Zhe currently possesses...
Everything depends on this technique...
At the same time, in the historic Papal Palace, the terrifying power of the invaders could no longer be stopped by humans.
Even though the resistance never stopped every minute after Ning entered, it had no real effect. Only corpses fell one by one on the gorgeous floor.
The process of death was very quiet and the action was quick.
There were not many scenes of rivers of blood. All the people killed by her were covered in ice and died instantly, and their souls were not devoured by the monster girl.
I wonder if she simply disdains the low spiritual power of these humans, or if it is just out of kindness
In any case, following the markings on the parchment scroll, Ning easily arrived at a room underground.
This is their last stronghold, because the bloated pope is here. In a circular space, the gorgeously dressed pope kneels in front of the circular altar in the middle, holding the cross on his chest with both hands, chanting God's praises and praying for something...
A dozen cardinals who followed him gathered in a circle outside the altar and also prayed.
But they were obviously not as devout as the Pope. When the white-haired figure appeared at the entrance, all the bishops shrank to one side of the bridge and leaned against each other tightly. The prayers in their mouths became somewhat incoherent, and the only thing that was consistent was the trembling of fear in their bodies...
Without any conversation, Ning didn't even look at these timid believers. She walked straight to the center of the altar and stood beside the Pope.
"I'm here to look for something. Leave it to me and you won't die." Ningbing is different from other monsters. He enjoys the process of killing.
Everything we do here today is a task assigned by our superiors, so her promise is a trustworthy guarantee.
"God's grace has granted all living beings the right to breathe equally, and peaceful coexistence leads to eternal life. Your evil deeds will eventually be punished..." That old face, with its kind eyes, had too much respect for God. But he had no fear of the devil, and responded in a way that was consistent with his identity.
"It's a pity that I'm not a Catholic..." With a slight sigh, she grabbed the old pope's collar with her slender arms and lifted up the man who was several times heavier than herself. "I don't have much patience either... Where is what I want?"
"Merciful Lord, please punish the evil devil and let the world feel your mercy..." God can no longer hear the Pope's prayer.
With just a glance, the bloated pope instantly turned into a huge ice crystal. Ning gently let go of his hand, and the ice fell to the ground. A life turned into pieces in front of everyone's eyes, causing all the cardinals to tremble.
"Do you still want to continue discussing scriptures and doctrines with me? Or tell me where the thing is... the holy object that you are talking about - the Spear of Longinus." Ning's words revealed the real goal of the "One Hundred Demons Night Parade Banquet", another magical weapon that can split the Stone of Death.
As for this weapon, its history is more widely spread than that of the Xuanyuan Sword. Almost every human with a little experience knows the origin of this holy spear.
It is said that Jesus was nailed to a huge cross during his crucifixion and was dying.
A soldier named Longinus picked up the spear in his hand and stabbed it into Jesus' abdomen. Blood splattered all over the sharp spear tip.
Jesus, who was resurrected from the dead, became God and created millions of believers and his own sect.
And the blood of this Lord God also forged a terrifying divine weapon - the Spear of Longinus...
In the quiet altar, a trembling bishop did not think about anything at all. He slowly raised his hand and pointed at the altar beside Ning.
At this moment, Ning really focused his attention on this strange building, a huge cup-shaped one-meter-high water platform. In the middle of the water platform was not clear holy water, but a pool of bright red blood.
There was no need to consider anything at all, because humans were always so honest in the face of death. The hand that had just killed the Pope plunged directly into the pool of blood.
Three seconds later, with a strong and pungent smell of blood, a half-meter-long gun head was brought out along with the arm.
In an instant, the powerful spiritual pressure released by the gun shook Ning's entire arm to the point of losing consciousness, and the trembling bishops also stopped being afraid.
Because they all fell to the ground and suffocated to death.
"Is this a holy spear or a monster?" Even though her arm was completely numb, Ning still left this bloody place with her trophy and doubts.