Time goes back to more than ten days ago.
After the imperial bandit suppression team set off, the situation still did not improve.
The Luojiu people were like wolves and tigers. Not long after swallowing the Twin River, they began to penetrate deep into the Central Plains. Officers and soldiers from all over the country resisted desperately, but they could not withstand the terrifying "God descended upon the Holy Spirit". That man was worth one thousand, and his skills in magic were superb. He could easily deal with an entire team on his own. The emperor was seriously ill and there were no generals. Dayun was like a cub bitten by a poisonous insect on the back of the neck. There was almost nothing he could do.
Shen Jiangsheng is very cunning. Unlike the previous barbarians, he does not do things like massacre cities and villages. He will only select the most courageous and capable ones and execute them brutally in public. The people of Dayun have not experienced war or disaster in three hundred years, and they are not protected by the imperial court. Now they are all silent and honest.
In such an atmosphere, Naluojiu took Twin River as his stronghold and rapidly radiated his power to the Central Plains.
Xu Jingxing's condition remains the same, neither getting better nor getting worse. Shen Zhu solved the problem of "Looking for Immortals", and Yueshui Pavilion was supported by the imperial court, so the emperor naturally got the news about Xuanmu.
Facing this evil thing, Xu Jingxing seemed to be disheartened and didn't even want to listen to the battle report.
The only people who came to see him this time were the palace maids and eunuchs, and there were constant banging sounds in the room. There was a good situation, but in less than a year, there was a faint omen of the collapse of the country.
On this day, as soon as the medicine was delivered, there was another roaring and beating sound in the room. The servant outside the door was afraid that he would offend Long Yan, so he immediately stayed as far away as possible.
"The common people have seen the emperor."
The maid who brought the medicine closed the door and immediately knelt on the ground. A few steps away, shattered jade porcelain was scattered on the ground, like petals knocked off by rain. The interior was completely messy, and the bright colors couldn't resist the strong sense of decadence.
Xu Jingxing's face was haggard, and he leaned weakly on the bedside: "Get up."
The palace maid Tiantian: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
The eunuch next to the palace maid arched his back and raised his head slightly now. He glanced at the broken pieces of porcelain and his eyes were a little red: "Brother Emperor, I brought someone here."
The facial features of the "eunuch" were clearly Xu Jingming in disguise.
Xu Jingming's arrogant energy disappeared. He used to be considered a golden jade, but now the golden jade shell is crumbling, and the weakness revealed is a little more human.
Xu Jingxing smiled weakly at him, and then turned to the palace maid: "Are you Shen Zhu? I... Well, I heard that you became the Lord of the Tianbu of Yueshui Pavilion. Interesting, you are in Yueshui. With your name hanging in the pavilion, the Immortal Enlightenment Society will actually let you go..."
"Thanks to the fact that Master Shi turned against the little girl during the Chigou Rebellion, I feel relieved." Shen Zhu said with a smile.
"This time you have defeated the Lord of Heaven, even that old guy Jiang Youyue can't touch you, so that's fine."
Xu Jingxing looked at the dark tent ceiling and sighed quietly.
"Shi Jingzhi sent you here specially, but what do you want to tell me?"
"Your Majesty has already learned about the demonic tree. What I want to tell you now is the century-old plan of the Imperial Master, and the phenomenon of 'Heavenly Disgust' in Dayun..."
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"That's unreasonable!"
After listening to Shen Zhu's narration, Xu Jingxing smashed the vase beside the bed to pieces. This time he wasn't just showing off, he was really angry.
"What kind of bullshit is this? It's okay for the monster tree to harm people. This flesh-god statue wants to gather the anger of all the people and create a bloodthirsty tyrant! Wait, isn't Luo Jiu's 'divine descending saint' also—"
Shen Zhu calmly said: "Eight or nine times out of ten. When he traveled to Naluojiu, He Chengan had already figured out how to use the flesh statue to borrow energy. He had plenty of time to prepare before actually 'sowing'. Naluojiu is not a big place. , when the people are concentrated, it will be easy to build a child.”
A true immortal with a successor is really like a fruit leaving the branch.
When He Chengan's old fruit fell to the ground, it was considered that he had used up the last bit of value, leaving favorable conditions for the new hanging wood. Luojiu's hanging tree was lucky. It grew quietly for three hundred years and had an excellent "puppet" first.
"This creature, Yuzi, is just tamed and selected when it is young. When it grows up, it is fed with meat, and it is dedicated to the hanging tree until it dies."
Xu Jingxing looked doubtful, and Shen Zhu explained calmly.
He Chengan's prediction was correct. If Yuzi was used properly, he could be described as a natural ruler. Their desires are endless, and even if they are allowed to cede land and pay compensation, they cannot stop the iron hoof of the gods. Ordinary people would only get beaten in front of this "top monster".
Xu Jingxing became more and more discouraged. He clenched the corner of his quilt and laughed at himself: "Can mortals still not be able to compete with gods?"
"No."
Shen Zhu covered his mouth.
"Luojiu's land is vast but sparsely populated, and his energy is limited. In terms of ability, naturally our desire is stronger."
"I see." Xu Jingxing smiled bitterly, "After all, does Shi Jingzhi want military power or the throne?"
Shen Zhu raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised. Xu Jingming gasped and finally resisted the urge to speak.
"Think about it, He Chengan chose Taizu in the troubled times because he wanted him to conquer the country and give the hanging tree behind him room to expand."
Xu Jingxing coughed crazily again, with a gloomy look on his face. He gritted his teeth and cried blood every word.
"A group of madmen want Yuzi to ascend the throne and conquer the world? This time, Luo Jiu is tossing around. When the time comes, the imperial master will push the monster puppet to take the throne, which will take advantage of the opportunity to continue the war. Instead of following their wishes, it is better..."
"Our leader won't do it." Shen Zhu interrupted with a smile. "He guessed that you would say this and warned me specifically."
"… What?"
"He said that he has spent enough time in this palace. He just wants to stay with the one he loves forever and travel all over the country. This time he has a plan with only one condition. When all the dust settles, , he has a royal status, and he also wants a royal silver medal - you have to give him as much silver as he wants to play with. "
Xu Jingxing and Xu Jingming: "..."
This request was really not serious, and Xu Jing didn't react when he came.
"That's all?" the emperor said in disbelief.
Shen Zhu took out a long list from his arms: "More than that, but they can all be bought with some money. He can't empty the treasury by himself, so please rest assured, Your Majesty."
Xu Jingxing couldn't bear it anymore: "The country is about to be destroyed, that bastard... forget it, I agree, I agree to everything."
Shen Zhu took a deep breath: "Then please avoid the eyes and ears of the Imperial Master and surrender to the Holy God."
"This is something that will bring infamy for the ages!" Xu Jingming's head buzzed, and she suddenly jumped three feet high. "You can't burn down your own house just to kill a few mice, right?! No matter how messed up the Imperial Master and the others are, they are still one of our own!"
Xu Jingxing was stunned on the spot. Unlike Xu Jingming, his eyes became brighter and brightened gradually.
"If you don't have any soldiers, you can turn the enemy into a soldier. If you can't resist a strong enemy, you can divert disaster to the east... That's right, tell me in detail."
More than ten days have passed, at this moment.
Faced with this news, Jiang Youyue's attack suddenly stopped, and his calm expression was shaky. The muscles on his cheeks twitched, and his face was as white as paper. I don't know whether it was the shock or the atmosphere. The Imperial Master swayed on the spot, and his breathing was messed up for a moment.
Xu Jingxing surrendered? Jiang Youyue's brain was numb.
Not long after Ziyi's news came, Xuanmu's breath began to waver. Just now, he was using the power of the hanging tree to kill in all directions, but now it was as if someone had taken off his clothes in a world of ice and snow, feeling so empty that it was almost cold.
Xuanmu has no sense of sanity and only knows how to express uneasiness and discomfort. The dark clouds in the sky were shattered and scattered by invisible bare branches, and the shape was so weird that it made people's hearts tremble. The uneasiness came through the roots, and Jiang Youyue almost failed to control them. All I could see was that the ground was full of fine roots snapping and snapping regardless of friend or foe, and dust and grass blades were flying everywhere. The translucent roots twisted and swayed like waves.
A thick root system swept across and almost broke Jiang Youyue's nose.
Xuanmu was injured and the news of surrender was probably true.
After the emperor's order, Dayun's soldiers stopped attacking and fighting one after another. When the gods came to free up their energy and time, they naturally had important things to do. The man stood firm and immediately began to pray to the gods.
The "roots" of Luojiu Xuanmu were invited one by one, and they immediately entangled and fought with Dayun Xuanmu. There is no room for two tigers in a mountain, and there is only so much energy. The Luojiu Xuanmu is still "young", but it is very hungry at the moment and is growing particularly fiercely.
Twin River is still a border area, and for Dayun Xuanmu, this entanglement is no different than being bitten by a dog. The problem is that Xu Jingxing has surrendered, and things like this will only happen more and more in the future. If this continues, their own hanging trees will be squeezed to death first. How can they use good weather and dominate the world
After all, Xu Jingxing shouldn't be this cowardly--Luo Jiu hasn't even reached the Central Plains yet, how could he be so eager to surrender? !
"You did it."
Jiang Youyue looked at Yin Ci and Shi Jingzhi in front of him, his eyes were cold and piercing, and his bruised cheek showed bruises.
The two of them knew from the beginning that they were no match for the power of the hanging wood, so they specially lured the wolf into the house. Let Xuanmu fight against Xuanmu, just kill someone with a borrowed knife.
"Okay, great! Yin Zizhu, I never thought that the founding general of the past would not care about the prosperity of the country now. Xuanmu is not that fragile. How many days can you delay it with this little trick?"
Jiang Youyue no longer forced himself to be calm, and there was a hint of anger in his voice. He raised his hands, barely able to control his panicked roots. Those roots are once again entangled with the spear, ready to go.
"Founding General? I served as a general for less than ten years, and then became the leader of the Demon Cult for decades."
Yin Ci held a black sword in his hand, and the blood added a lot of crimson to the sword. Facing the spear in front of him, he could not move his eyelids. The blood threw out a piece of blood beads in the air. They reflected the golden fire and looked like a chain of red beads that had been torn apart in the air.
"Master Jiang, this is indeed an appetizer. Please use it slowly." Shi Jingzhi wiped the blood from his mouth, slyly.
At this moment, the distant team finally rushed to the front of the formation—these people were all filled with evil spirits and murderous intentions, and they were all remnants of the Ling Sect. They ignored the Taiheng faction and rushed towards the officers and soldiers without hesitation. The officers and soldiers had just been fighting elegantly with the decent people for a few hours when they suddenly encountered a group of mad dogs. They were immediately thrown into chaos and their momentum was lost.
There were blood everywhere and screams continued. Three or five steps away on the wasteland, you can see people twisted into a ball, using hidden weapons and poisons to deal with magic spells.
Monk Juehui and Hua Jingchun got the chance and were led by everyone in Taiheng to escape from the wasteland. The officers and soldiers from the Yinxian Hui were in high spirits and chased after him desperately. However, within a few steps, a pedestrian collided head-on with Su Si riding a black horse—
Su Si was wearing dark red clothes, and her hair was tied neatly. He had a sinister look on his face, and was followed by a number of red-scorpion-footed killers, who obviously did not intend to let anyone pass.
"Why are you chasing after him in such a hurry? He is from a well-known and decent family, and he is still young. He is very boring to fight with."
Su Si stroked the short knife in his hand. The blade of the flesh-picking knife rubbed against his thumb, and a few drops of blood seeped out instantly. He put his thumb to his lips, and it became colder and colder.
"Why don't you all play with me, keep it, and have fun."
The light of the flesh-picking knife flashed, and the Red Scorpion Foot people jumped out silently. They are not as upright as Tai Heng, and their swords are drawn towards the fatal place. Countless lines of blood spurted out from the person's throat and were blown away by the wind.
The blood from his butt spurted onto Su Si's face, almost covering the mole at the corner of his eye. Su Si wiped the blood from his face, turned the short knife in his hand, and pointed it at Qu Duanyun from a distance.
This is clearly a provocation.
Qu Duanyun had veins popping out from his forehead. He was about to step forward to help, but was intercepted by the Mercy Sword on the spot.
Without the restraint of officers and soldiers, Shi Zhongyu immediately gathered the Taiheng disciples. She and Yan Qing worked together to trap Qu Duanyun firmly in his place, making him unable to return to the officers and soldiers.
Jiang Youyue looked unhappy.
In front of his eyes, Qu Duanyun was suppressed by the Righteous Alliance, and the officers and soldiers were entangled by the Demonic Cult. Yin Zizhu didn't show the slightest hint of panic, while Shi Jingzhi didn't know what kind of ecstasy he had taken, but he was still willing to follow that person to cause trouble. It seems that the saying that "attracting immortals will disrupt the martial arts world" is about to spread - this is much more realistic than the illusory story of the hanging tree, and I don't know how much trouble it will cause.
In the distance, the emperor lowered his head. Within a few days, Luo Jiu's army would be able to march straight in. When the time comes, if they ask for help a few more times, the hanging tree will only be further damaged. Shi Jingzhi must be made the new true immortal as soon as possible, and the god descending saint must be driven out as soon as possible.
They don't have time to waste here.
Although the real immortal is busy controlling natural disasters, it is inconvenient to move. Now that the situation is special, it would be better to ask the old man to take action as soon as possible and cut through the mess quickly.
Jiang Youyue made an immediate decision. He gathered the roots around him, raised his head, and prayed loudly toward the sky.
His language is obscure, like some kind of ballad. As the prayers continued, a layer of light gradually emerged from the roots around the Imperial Master. The light was green and full of vitality.
Annoying.
Yin Ci gritted his teeth and rushed towards Jiang Youyue with the golden fire. He desperately chopped off the roots in an attempt to interrupt this strange request for help. Unfortunately, it was too late, there were already drops of meat hanging from the air. Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, and there was lightning and thunder. The heavy rain carried a strong fishy smell, and the meat pulp continued to fall.
The translucent roots spread out immediately, leaving a clean space. The gleaming roots crawled away from the Imperial Master's body and formed a dazzling magic circle on the ground. In the dazzling green light, the pulp was suspended in the air above the magic circle, twisting like boiling.
Just like the true immortal appeared for the first time, the pulp gradually took shape and changed into Sun Wan's appearance.
The hanging tree was damaged, so the real immortal didn't bother pretending to be human anymore. His face was expressionless and he just made a gesture. The corners of the white robe under his feet instantly extended, scattering countless three thousand threads of worry, wrapping up all the surrounding officers, soldiers and Mausoleum Cult believers.
In Yin Ci's eyes, those snow-white filaments rolled up people one by one, sucking them endlessly. They got into the armor and clothes, softening the bones and flesh. The living person seemed to have had his bones removed and fell to the ground like a sack.
Yin Ci stared closely at "Sun Wan" not far away, breathing a little faster. The troubles were like a tidal wave, and just by trapping him in them, he couldn't even swing his sword. Shi Jingzhi was so excited that he gave himself three acres of land.
And among these endless threads of worry, there are a lot of sharp and thick roots mixed in. If Yin Ci hadn't blocked it in time, Shi Jingzhi would have almost been hooked and dragged bloody to the True Immortal.
Yin Ci immediately gave up the attack and firmly guarded Shi Jingzhi. The real immortal walked towards the two of them step by step without saying a word.
The heavy rain pours down, and the troubles invisible to everyone accumulate and flow down. The electric light flashed, and the accumulated water seemed to be floating in the air. The rain hit the skin like stones, making it difficult to breathe. The dry mountains not far away were obscured by the rain curtain, and their silhouettes were swallowed up by the gray fog. It seemed like there was only this vast blood-stained wasteland left between heaven and earth.
Finally, the true immortal stopped in front of the master and apprentice, and raised his hand high. The ground made a strange rumbling sound, and there was another collapse and collapse movement nearby.
Heavy rains stir up rocks, and this time it’s a mud dragon descending from the mountain!
The natural disaster is approaching, and the movements of the trouble threads and tree roots will not stop at all. Everyone looked around, and all they could see was a gloomy and bleak scene. Even if ordinary people can avoid the threads of trouble, they cannot avoid the roots that occasionally prick. Even if they barely managed to save a life, they were destined to be buried by the mud dragon.
The chaos solidified.
It is really easier for a true immortal to deal with a mortal than to crush an ant to death. Half a stick of incense was gone, and the chaotic and bloody battlefield turned into a desperate hell floating on the ground.
Most of the officers, soldiers and Ling Cult believers were dead, leaving only a few people struggling in place. Qu Duanyun was recognized by the True Immortal, and taking the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief, he easily pushed aside the threads of trouble, and the sword wind flew towards Yan Qing. Jiang Youyue held his breath and concentrated, and kept using his spells, trapping the masters and disciples of the Dry Mountain Sect in place. The True Immortal stretched out a hand and grabbed Shi Jingzhi, who was still trying to emit the golden fire—
A soft sound sounded in the heavy rain, followed immediately by the sound of a long sword hitting the troubled thread.
"Snapped."
Yin Ci let go of the Diao Ying Sword and let it fall to the ground. He turned his right hand and firmly grasped Zhenxian's wrist.
"Brother Sun."
The corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes were as dark as ancient ink. The heavy rain wet Yin Ci's long hair, and the wet hair stuck to his cheeks. His face was pale, except for his lips, which had some blood left. However, his voice was clear and clear, without any hint of nervousness or weakness.
"Don't touch my family."