The wind came in from the gap in the curtain of the carriage, and the emperor smelled it carefully and felt the bloody smell in the wind. He heard the shouts outside, but he didn't open his eyes and lift the curtain to see the Jinyi School who rushed forward to fight the blood python to protect him.
"The master is humiliated, what face do we have to live!"
"kill!"
"You will never take a step back even if you die!"
"Your Majesty is behind you. You have no retreat. Your Majesty treats you like your sons. Now is the time for you to be loyal and filial!"
Listening to these words, the emperor's hands under the quilt were trembling.
A tear flowed down from the corner of his eye, very slowly.
He didn't order Su Buwei who was standing outside the carriage to help those Jinyi schools. His trembling hands showed that he was also struggling in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly found that his heart had become weak. If he encountered such a situation in the past, he would not tremble or shed tears.
It is only the responsibility of the Jinyi School to die one after another. It is also the most correct choice for Su Buwei to stand beside the carriage and not leave every step, because no one knows if there are enemies peeping in the dark. Once Su Buwei went to help Jinyi School stop the blood python, maybe a great practitioner would appear from the darkness and attack the carriage.
relented
The emperor pulled his trembling hand from the quilt to wipe away the tear, and then took a deep breath. He pulled the quilt up to cover his face. I don't know if I want to block my ears so I don't dare to listen to the shouts of those Jinyi schools, or I think this quilt is a strong barrier like the Chang'an city wall to protect myself.
Is this what it feels like to be dying
The emperor who buried himself in the quilt couldn't help but think that when he was a prince, he would never feel sad because of the death of his subordinates, and after becoming an emperor, he would never feel soft-hearted because of the death of his officials. He always thought that he had the coldest heart, but in the last days of his life, he suddenly found that he was not that strong anymore.
He couldn't help but think back to the past years, those people who died because of him.
He thought of the loyal prince Yang Qi, the seventh younger brother who had respected him very much since he was a child, seemed to have been playing the role of working hard for him. When he led his troops back to Chang'an City from outside, the crown prince ordered to block all the gates of Chang'an city. It was Lao Qi who led hundreds of slaves and fought to the death, which saved him a way into the city. After he ascended the throne, he rewarded the relatives of those slaves who died in battle, and then he forgot about those people...
He never felt that he was sorry for them, because he thought that was what the people below should do. In his opinion, a generous reward is just a generous reward rather than compensation.
After he ascended the throne, he forced the prince to death, and entrusted several brothers to the exhausted land, some of them were already dead, some of them were crazy. These are his own brothers, and he never wavered when he did these things, because he knew that if his brother succeeded to the throne, his fate would be the same.
He thought of the soldiers who died in the square outside the Tai Chi Palace when Prince Yi rebelled. Whether it was Zuo Wuwei who rebelled or soldiers who countered the rebellion, the square was covered with dead bodies that day.
He thought of those quacks who traveled westward with Lao Qi more than ten years ago. No matter what their reasons were, they were all for the Great Sui and the Central Plains, but their bodies were left in a foreign land and they would never come back. .
He suddenly thought of the boy named Fang Jie.
Then suddenly there was a wave of anger!
Boundless anger!
He didn't want to think about these things, but these things and these people still came out of his mind involuntarily. Familiar and unfamiliar faces appeared densely, and each face had a pair of eyes looking at him coldly. There are more and more such faces, so many that they have covered the entire sky.
The emperor is angry, fearful!
Get out!
You all go away!
In the silent roar, in my own mind.
Those faces were still cold, and as the self in his mind kept waving his arms like crazy, those faces began to circle around his body, there were too many of them, and he could no longer see the distance. All the faces suddenly flew up and rushed to the sky, as if several big rivers came together to form a gigantic face.
The emperor was very familiar with this face.
With a calm face and indifferent eyes, he just stared at him without any change. But he knew that there was a sharp knife hidden behind this face, and behind those eyes was a sea of blood. The previous faces frightened him, but this one almost broke him.
He sees this face every day because it is his own.
He stood on an open field and looked up at the sky, but there was no sun, moon and stars in the sky, only his own face.
The emperor shivered under the quilt, although the quilt was so thick and soft, but he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, unable to extricate himself.
He didn't dare to pull back the quilt, and he didn't dare to listen to the shouts outside.
"Su Buwei!"
He suddenly growled.
"Your Majesty, the servant is outside and hasn't left!"
Su Buwei answered loudly.
"Don't leave, don't leave even one step!"
The emperor hiding under the quilt roared hoarsely, exerting all his strength.
Su Buwei froze for a moment, then nodded. He glanced in front of him, over there, Daoist Zhang was fighting three great practitioners by himself, the upside-down battle made people's hearts twitch. If it wasn't for Zhang Zhenren, with the strength of these three great practitioners, Su Buwei was sure that he would not be able to stop him at all. And Zhenren Zhang was obviously also aroused by the urging of those three people step by step, and his Taoist robes fluttered with murderous intent.
Su Buwei looked at the other side of the carriage. Jinyi School, which had lost more than 70 people, was still fighting. The blows are so tragic and magnificent. This is a completely different scene from that of Zhang Zhenren. Although it is far from the battle momentum of the great practitioners over there, it makes people feel even more nervous.
His hands were clenched into fists, and the backs of his hands were bruised.
"I won't leave, Your Majesty... the servant will stand by your side until the servant dies."
He murmured, his eyes a little blurred.
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After Qianhu Shi Jinglei from Jinyi School was swept in by the blood python, everyone became crazy. Although these people can practice, they also know that a long-distance attack cannot break through the thick and tough scales of the blood python. So they followed Shi Jinglei's footsteps and started a suicidal attack on the blood python.
A Jinyi school jumped up and landed on the blood python, holding the blood python's body with one hand to stabilize himself, and stabbing down the horizontal knife he was holding tightly with the other hand, pouring all his inner strength into it On the long knife, this is the most powerful stab he has ever stabbed in his life, and the light blue vitality of heaven and earth flows rapidly on the knife.
No matter how tough the blood python's scale armor is, it will eventually be broken. The knife pierced in fiercely, and the blood python raised its head in pain and let out a shrill roar. It was an indescribable sound, as if it had been amplified countless times The sound of tearing brocade. The blood python rolled violently, and Jin Yixiao who was riding on its back was immediately crushed under it. When the boa constrictor rolled over, it was unknown how many people had their bones crushed.
One after another, Jinyi School jumped up high, and then poured their inner strength into the long knife and stabbed down fiercely. The damage they caused to the blood python alone was very weak, but hundreds of people died in this way and caused serious injuries to the blood python. The blood flowed out from the python's wound, as cold as ice.
Seeing his baby writhing on the ground in pain like an earthworm bitten by hundreds of strong ants, Blood Venerable's face suddenly changed. It was something he kept alive for himself, how could he just watch it being killed. The blood venerable just didn't expect how the group of guards who were not strong in cultivation would have such courage and blood.
How tragic is it that the boa constrictor and the human are biting each other
Fearing that his blood python would be killed, Blood Venerable tried his best to blast out his inner strength, and would retreat after blocking Zhenren Zhang's move, but how could Zhenren Zhang let him leave.
Zhang Zhenren squeezed a seal with one hand and pointed forward. In an instant, at least seven huge Daoist Zhang appeared from all around. The Daoist Zhang made up of the vitality of heaven and earth was nearly ten meters high. Or the three of them surround the center. This is the formation of ruins that Daoist Zhang has just learned from the ruins of Firefox City. The seven giants' continuous attacks seem to have the power to destroy the world.
Blood Venerable was very anxious. He knew that those guards were so difficult to deal with, so he would not let his treasure come out to join the battle. If the blood python is dead, he will not die soon.
So his eyes became more and more fierce and violent, and he roared fiercely and shook his arms outward. All the clothes on his body were torn, flying all over the sky like remnants of butterflies. As the clothes were torn apart, he saw that his body was covered with blood blisters, the big ones were the size of a fist, and the small ones were like rice grains.
All of these blood bubbles burst open suddenly, and frighteningly hot blood sprayed out to the surroundings like a torrential rain. His two companions immediately dodged to the side, lest they be stained with the blood. The blood mist gradually dissipated, and soon it turned red within a few tens of meters, and it was impossible to see anything clearly. And the seven giants were eroded by the poisonous mist and gradually dimmed.
Zhang Zhenren's expression changed suddenly, and when he pushed his hands forward, two gusts of wind swept forward. The gust of wind scattered the blood mist, but it couldn't blow it all away for a while.
What surprised Zhenren Zhang the most was that after Blood Venerable exploded the blood bubbles on his body, because the hot poisonous blood was exactly the same as his body, so that Blood Venerable seemed to have merged into the blood mist to cause China, unexpectedly It is impossible to detect! You must know that Song Songhe, a master of the ninth rank, can see through Zhang Zhenren, the flying sword hidden among thousands of imaginary swords, at a glance, but he really can't see through the blood mist.
Blood Venerable was in the blood mist, but he seemed to have disappeared.
The two black and white fishes swam back and forth beside Master Zhang, and the blood mist was blocked by the pair of fishes. At this moment, the ground suddenly trembled, and an extremely fierce saber intent came out of the ground, and slashed towards Zhenren Zhang's chest. That's the knife of Donghai Yidao, and that's also the person of Donghai Yidao!
He turned himself into a long knife!
On the other side, Wu Laoxie condensed all his internal energy into a long spear and threw it towards Zhang Zhenren at a speed that cannot be described in words.
Just when Zhang Zhenren blocked the sword intent with one hand and held the spear with the other, the blood venerable rushed out from the blood mist, leaping over like a beast covered in blood, holding the black and white fish with both hands. Separated, and then bit Zhenren Zhang's neck!
Zhang Zhenren was hit by three great practitioners of the Illumination Realm and fell into a desperate situation. At this moment, his eyes suddenly froze.
With a bang, a huge thunder suddenly exploded in the sky.
clear sky!
Thunder!
Immediately after Dong Hai's knife was shattered, Wu Laoxie's spear broke, and the Blood Venerable who was transformed into a blood beast was blown away. Standing there fluttering in Daoist robe, Zhang Zhenren's expression has returned to calm.
"I didn't want to take this step, because it would be boring to do so."
He sighed, as if talking to himself: "The rivers and lakes in the Central Plains have been thousands of years old, and I am the third to cross this step, and the three of us live in the same era... What happened to this world?"
The corner of Su Buwei's mouth twitched violently, and he couldn't help saying: "That's... the sky!"