Qingming Pagoda.
The tower is ninety-nine stories high and is guarded by members of the sect and the dynasty. However, the operation center of the Qingming Pagoda has always been firmly controlled by the sect, and the people of the dynasty can only be responsible for some things that are considered "trivial tasks" in the eyes of the sect.
Miscellaneous things like registers.
But just as no one thought that insignificant ants could destroy river embankments that spread thousands of miles, no one in the Zongmen thought how terrifying power these "trivial tasks" would one day be able to exert.
The immortal cultivators guarding the tower didn't bother to check who was on the flying boats that came and went day after day. They controlled the operation center of the Qingming Tower like a river and a mountain.
From Jintang, from Cangpu, flying boats flying here and there from various places are registered. Under the seemingly normal roster, there are many people who hide their identities and rush to and fro.
"This is the arrogance of a cultivator."
The sheriff walked slowly up the black stone steps.
In the capital of Shang under the control of Kyushu Qianzhuang, the sheriff of the dynasty has always been in vain. The sheriff who came from Kyoto was always smiling, bowed his body, and was polite to the Kyushu bank in the usual times, as if he was living with wine, meat and rice.
However, today, in the capital of Shang, the ordinary people complained about his incompetence, the merchants who relied on the bank looked down on him, and the disciples of the Kyushu bank ignored him. He put on the official uniform of the Qi and Qin Dynasty embroidered with twelve chapters, and stood tall. straight.
In the eyes of Kyushu Bank, the sheriff, who was just a literati, stepped on the sticky blood and walked with his expression unchanged.
He held a long sword in its sheath in his hand.
"Cultivators of immortals are superior because they have mastered extraordinary powers. In the cognition of cultivators of immortals, martial arts are the most respected."
The gentle sheriff slowly drew the long sword from the scabbard.
"This arrogance has blinded your eyes. In the cognition of immortal cultivators, they probably never thought that apart from cultivating immortals, there is any other power that can affect the time."
The lingling cold light on the long sword is like a cold moon.
"Your arrogance blinds your eyes, and the powerful power you possess makes you ignore the trivial dangers. So you don't know how many dark killers have entered this city in the vast sky. You don't know that. What kind of information did the casual cultivators leave and what kind of news they took away.”
The sheriff's hand steadily sent the long sword into the heart of the sluggish and closed-eyed Elder Shouta of the Kyushu Bank, and blood dripped down the sword to the ground little by little. Warm blood flowed onto his hands, but the sheriff did not let go.
"How long have you been preparing?"
The elder guarding the tower leaned against the wall and slid down little by little.
When the immortal cultivator who was once so high and high died, he was no different from an ordinary old man, his face was pale and his voice was slumped.
"a long time."
said the Sheriff.
how long
Generation after generation, generation after generation, the lives of ordinary people will end soon—compared to the long-lived immortal cultivators, but anger will not end because of the end of life, it is stagnant between death and life , and eventually flourished into a prairie fire.
The arrogance of the cultivators blindfolded them.
Few immortal cultivators would read miscellaneous studies of ordinary people. In the eyes of immortal cultivators, those sword formulas, formations, and scriptures are important. books.
Naturally, it is impossible to detect how long the anger has been passed down in those written words.
Brush and ink is a useless study, but it is also the sharpest sword.
In a series of miscellaneous books that immortal cultivators have never looked down upon, it records the expansion of the land occupied by the immortal sect, the countless bones that died in the battle of the immortal gate, and all the resentment they have witnessed but dare not shout out.
The spiritual fields of the Eight Sects are fertile and wild for thousands of miles, but outside the protective formation of the spiritual fields are refugees who have died, and black birds are everywhere. The foundation of the dynasty is mainly farmland, but in the Qi and Qin Dynasty, where the Kyushu bank was high above, the hidden merchants of the Kyushu bank occupied too many privileges.
Commercial vehicles come and go, and farmers who work day and night use their blood and sweat to support the prosperity of this vast commercial empire. The commercial tax is huge, and it will not be the farmers who face the loess and turn their backs to the sky to benefit.
The tens of millions of commercial income will only be turned into pieces of spirit stones and pills in the end, and eventually a high-ranking immortal cultivator will be cultivated, surpassing ordinary people.
I don't know the sufferings of the people.
famine, drought...
Year after year, on the land of the Twelve Dynasties, many refugees wailed and had nowhere to go.
Such deep anger, such deep sorrow, are finally solidified in every word and every line, and will never end with life and death.
"Anger can lurk."
The sheriff drew out his long sword and wiped the blood off the sword with his sleeve. He stared at the elder of Jiuzhou Qianzhuang whose breathing was gradually stopped, and said softly.
"You...why do you think that those who have survived these miseries will forget their hatred so easily, and happily join you and become one of you?"
The pupils of the Kyushu bank elders suddenly dilated.
The Sheriff laughed out loud.
"The disciples of Xianmen, are all of them without father and mother?! Are all of them without birth?"
His voice carried such deep and strong sarcasm, as sharp as a blade.
The mighty wind blew, and in the Qingming Pagoda stationed by the Kyushu Bank, a disciple took off the robe with the Kyushu Bank logo on his body expressionlessly, and put on a robe embroidered with the Cangshuiyun logo of the Qi and Qin Dynasty. gray robe.
Putting on the gray-robed disciples, they activated the formation of the Qingming Pagoda.
Thousands of spiritual stones are inlaid on the black rocks, like stars, in the light that is so bright that it is almost dreamy, it is thick blood, slowly spreading.
The midwinter is coming to an end, the sea wind howls in the streets and alleys of the city, and the cold air is still like a knife. The stars in the sky slowly rotated, and the blood and fire completely burned on the land of the Twelve Dynasties.
The disciples of the Kyushu Bank who guarded the tower died, and those who put on gray robes changed into gray robes. This was the first time that Qingming Pagoda, which had always been regarded as a sign of the sect's high status, changed hands.
For the first time, the power of the mundane is engraved on the pride of cultivating immortals.
Just like the fall of the ancient emperor in the chaotic era, the sky is no longer the domain of the emperor, and the flying boat of the immortal cultivator skimmed through the clouds. In this era, for the first time, ordinary people set foot in the realm that belongs only to immortal practitioners.
Opened its eyes in dynasty and flame.
The sheriff climbed to the top of the Qingming Pagoda, and the wind at the top was as fast as a torrent, and his clothes rattled.
In the wind that was blowing like a knife, the sheriff took out an ancient sandalwood box.
Few people remember the name of the county guard in the capital of Qi, Qin, and Shang. This is a city ruled by the Kyushu Bank. The majesty of the Kyushu Bank stands in the city like this towering ninety-nine-story Qingming Pagoda. Merchants are the most noble group in this city, and the ninth floor of the merchants are all from the bank.
Businessmen who do not belong to the bank cannot survive here.
Under such circumstances, who would remember the name of a mere secular official? The name of the county guard is not as good as that of a locker disciple of the Kyushu Bank.
However, no one knows that the sheriff who looks like a civil servant is actually a cultivator.
On the land of the Twelve Dynasties, the Eight Immortal Sects had the largest number of immortal cultivators, but there were also immortal cultivators in the dynasty families. It's just that Weibo's strength is far less than that of Xianmen. This is not something difficult to understand. In the final analysis, the fairy gate is a fairy gate standing on the land of the Twelve Dynasties. Just as the Kyushu bank needs to control the business of the Qi and Qin Dynasty, the fairy gate is still inseparable from the secular world.
In every state and county, the acceptance of disciples by the Xianmen requires the cooperation of the dynasty. The famous families and the government set up a venue for the Xianmen, conduct the initial screening for the Xianmen, and select those disciples with cultivation talents. As a reward to a certain extent—or a reward, Xianmen therefore awarded a part of the quota to the dynasty.
People from the royal family can thus enter the immortal gate to practice, and this part of the people will return to the dynasty. And those who stayed in the sect, like Elder Lin in the branch village, and the Skynet plan of the Jin Tang Dynasty, became the power of the dynasty in the sect.
And the dynasty also has a part of the cultivation resources, slowly cultivating its own strength through the accumulation of long years.
And the governor of Shangdu is such a cultivator trained by the dynasty himself.
Holding the box, he stood at the top of the entire city, staring at the land shrouded in darkness.
Even though it was shrouded in darkness, the county guard still clearly knew how many streets there were in this city, the scenery of each part of this city, and what kind of people were distributed in each place.
This is the city where he grew up.
In the dark night, in this land where he was born, he grew up, and he will eventually die here, the bloodiest war is being staged.
Yes.
This is war.
This is the cruelest and most desperate war to slowly reveal its truth from the darkness.
In the dark city, some people's lights were on, some were on and off - most people were asleep, and most people didn't know what was happening at this moment.
The sheriff smiled.
He opened the ancient sandalwood box, and an almost complete ancient picture flew out of it.
That is the map of mountains and rivers that Monk Mingxin and Liu Wuyan traveled thousands of miles to look for.
The ancient picture scroll suddenly unfolded on the top of the Qingming Tower, and the golden light shining like a scorching sun spread out from the top of the Qingming Tower in the darkness. It was mighty and mighty, covering most of the city in an instant.
It was a magnificent, trembling light.
Many people woke up from their lethargy, and looked up to see the gilded light outside the window. The young child jumped out of bed in astonishment at this bizarre scene, and staggered out. The older parents yelled for their children in horror and ran out the door. After going out, everyone was stunned.
In the dark night, golden light diffused from the tallest Qingming Pagoda they were familiar with, slowly filling the air like flowing water, and wandering through the streets and alleys like a swimming dragon. The strands of golden light, thick or light, are changing in the high or low sky like a long river, as if someone is holding a paintbrush to draw a huge picture of mountains and rivers that looks like a miracle.
The golden light outlines the undulating mountains and the surging water potential.
In an instant, this city seemed to be superimposed on another piece of mountains, rivers, time and space.
One household, one household, another household...
Countless people were awakened in the darkness, opened the windows, opened the door, and watched this miraculous scene in shock.
At night, it is lit up.
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The world is in chaos, and the night is being lit.
Liu Wuyan half-kneeled on the ground, coughing lowly and uncontrollably.
Her long and narrow "Liu Shang" knife was inserted into the ground, and it was because of the support of "Liu Shang" that she was able to barely half-kneel on the ground.
As a swordsman, like a swordsman, the hand holding the sword should be as steady as Mount Tai no matter what time it is, but at this moment, Liu Wuyan's hand holding the sword was shaking uncontrollably.
A man in a black cloak and a golden mask stood not far from her, on top of a half-collapsed wall, looking down at her slightly.
The black cloak on the person wearing the golden mask was in good condition, without any scratches.
And Liu Wuyan's body was already covered in blood.
She lost.
The difference in strength is too great.
However, losing is not an unexpected thing. The other party should not be called a human being—the other party is a demon. It was a member of the Eighteenth Middle School of the Gu Clan who participated in the shocking conspiracy of the fall of the ancient emperor in the era of chaos and participated in the change of the era. They completely lost control later and turned into demons.
But no one can ignore their strength.
That is the person who left a heavy mark in the Era, and together with the other eighteen members of the Gu Clan, overthrew the rule of the ancient emperor.
But when the Ten Thousand Immortals Era was interrupted, these people should have been suppressed and killed.
"They unlocked your seal."
Although the hand holding the knife was already trembling uncontrollably, Liu Wuyan's face already had that flying and fierce look—the kind that was as fierce as the sun.
"Conspiring with tigers, their courage is greater than imagined."
Sure enough, no one is a fool.
Those in the sect are not fools, and neither are the people in the dynasty.
Knowing that his strength is not enough to confront the sect head-on, he has been lurking. When he dared to take actions that shocked the mainland without hesitation, he must have held his confidence.
Are these people who were sealed when the eighteenth Gu Clan got out of control, are they one of the confidence of the dynasty
Liu Wuyan had vaguely seen part of the slowly unfolding plot.
The Eighteenth Gu Clan, who were called "devils" by the later Xianmen, no matter what happened before the last Wanxian Era was interrupted, they did personally participate in those crazy, terrifying and unimaginable events in the Era. They also know the past clearly. With the joining of these people, the dynasty can indeed grasp the lifeline of some sects Mizang.
And as the real region owner of the mainland, the Dynasty does have the ability to find out where these out-of-control Gu Clan Eighteen were suppressed during the change of eras.
This is the power of the country.
After all, Zongmen is just Zongmen. Even if there are a large number of immortal cultivators, many things are still impossible.
The figure of the person wearing the golden mask is erratic like a ghost, and the golden light has enveloped the entire city, but in the golden light, he still seems to be solidified from darkness.
"Are you not afraid?"
He didn't answer Liu Wuyan's question, but asked in an erratic voice.
His voice is very strange.
Normal people can't make that kind of sound that seems to be filled with the breath of death, just like it is a grieving ghost returning from hell.
"afraid?"
Liu Wuyan sneered, gritted her teeth bit by bit and slowly stood up. Little pools of blood formed little by little on the ground—the blood dripping from Liu Wuyan's body. She was hurt, badly.
"A person who holds a sword, what qualifications do he have to talk about fear?"
Liu Wuyan answered softly.
It seems to be answering the person wearing the golden mask, and it is also like answering himself.
Are you scared
The eldest lady of Geliu's family on Yunshang was indeed afraid. But she no longer has the right to be afraid. The Liu family of Yunshangge has been burned to ruins in the raging fire, and the inscriptions inscribed on the past meritorious deeds no longer exist. Obviously, she was extremely disappointed in her, and in that rainy and fire-strewn night, the elder brother who still guarded her to death was no longer there.
A guy who is alone has no right to feel scared anymore.
Because no one will protect her behind her.
So there is no longer any need to be afraid of something that doesn't help.
but…
But she can't die.
Liu Wuyan laughed hoarsely, she staggered and stood up straight again. The hand with the gaping jaws pulled out the knife forcefully. The fragment of the map of mountains and rivers given to her by Monk Mingxin fell to the ground during the previous fight.
Liu Wuyan coughed, and "Liu Shang" swung the long saber horizontally, emitting a sharp arc of saber aura.
The figure of the person wearing the golden mask flickered up.
Liu Wuyan let out a roar like a trapped animal, and the way she fought was not at all like a girl, with saber aura crisscrossing, swaying fiercely, with an almost violent aura.
Violent, fierce, and indomitable.
It was as if he had put his entire life on it.
The golden light floats in this ancient city, and tens of thousands of people are either awake or asleep, or marveling at the beautiful miracle, or sinking into endless dreams, with all kinds of thoughts on their minds.
No one knew that in a dilapidated alley, a swordsman who had nothing left exhausted her last strength, wielding a long knife made to slay demons.
Black and gold are intertwined, it is clearly the night, but it has the brilliance that the day may not have. Staggered overlapping, blurred changes.
This world is probably crazy.
Black and white, pros and cons, it doesn't matter at all.
Everything became chaotic, and no one alive could see the world clearly, and no one knew the future, so they could only use all their strength to hold the sword in their hands.
Fight for what you believe in.
The black cloak unfurled in the air, and the cold, arc-shaped blade slashed into the void.
clang-
In the field of vision, the golden mask passed by. Liu Wuyan fell to the ground.
Tap, tap.
The sound of clogs falling to the ground made the man stand still in the alley behind him.
He was in the same embarrassment as many years ago, and he was beaten and lay on the ground like a dead dog, his face was pressed against the rough and cold ground, and the pain from the friction of sand and gravel could no longer be felt. Panting, Liu Wuyan stretched out her hand to grab the "Liu Shang" that fell not far in front of her.
She coughed up blood, more violently than before.
His fingertips touched the cold handle of the knife.
Liu Wuyan withdrew her hand and firmly grasped the familiar knife in her hand again.
She pressed the ground, supported it forcibly, and got up bit by bit.
But this so-called "support" is just what she thinks.
In the eyes of the person wearing the golden mask, Liu Wuyan barely held the knife crookedly, her body was trembling but never separated from the ground—she was exhausted.
The man with the golden mask didn't stop her from holding the knife.
He just looked almost sadly at this bright and heroic woman who was struggling like a defeated dog, but was still making the final struggle.
"useless."
He says.
Covered under the black cloak, he stretched out his pale and slender hand, and with a slight move, the fragments of the mountain and river map that fell on the ground flew up and landed in his hand. It may not be that he made any moves, the broken mountain and river map lit up, and then turned into a stream of light and swept into the air.
The last fragment of the mountain and river map unfolded in the air, turning into golden light and melting into the spreading golden rivers and mountains.
"Mountains and rivers are turning upside down."
He said a word of unknown meaning, looking at the golden streamer like a river in the dark night.
I saw that the completely formed golden mountains and rivers were slowly rotating.
It is the spiritual energy and five elements between the heaven and the earth that spin together and become disordered.
What are mountains and rivers
It is the mountains and rivers, the water potential of the rivers, and the five elements of heaven and earth. This is something similar to the "Three Profound Emperors Picture" that the Three Emperors made their last efforts to paint at the end of the Wanxian Era. In fact, it was born out of the emperor's picture that the Three Emperors tried to draw.
The map of mountains and rivers can describe the heaven, earth, rivers and mountains in a certain space.
Its real function is to change the rules of the five elements and aura between the heaven and the earth.
This is something refined by the out-of-control Gu Clan eighteenth at the end of the Wanxian Era.
Those who were later called "demons" in the Eighteenth Middle School of the Gu Clan had a different power operation from normal immortal cultivators, and the normal five elements between heaven and earth were upside-down for them. That's why they gradually lost control. In order to change this situation and not become a demon, these eighteenth Gu clan members are also making various efforts.
In the end, someone tried to change the five elements and yin and yang in a certain space.
If it can be successful, the civil war of the eighteenth Gu Clan will not have to break out.
But the attempt was not successful all at once, and several of the failures directly caused a drastic change in the aura between heaven and earth-this is also part of the reason for the interruption of the last Ten Thousand Immortals Era.
So they waited for the swords of former comrades-in-arms and former compatriots before the complete success of Shanhetu.
How many people were suppressed into the eternal darkness unsuspectingly, and how many people died unbelievably at the hands of their trusted friends.
It was a pain that felt cold in retrospect.
The man with the golden mask raised his head and closed his eyes.
——As if returning to the day when I was sealed in darkness.
Maybe it's because of guilt, except for those people who were out of control and almost beyond control, most of the Gushi eighteen who were classified as "devils" were just sealed, but not directly killed.
However, in such a long and long darkness, the anger accumulated day by day.
They participated in all the battles of the fallen ancient emperors, trekking day after day in the Chaos Era and the Ten Thousand Immortals Era, fighting regardless of life and death, just to open up a new era, just to guard the land that belonged to them.
The land of the Twelve Dynasties was also guarded by them with all their strength.
This is their land!
This is their land!
But what about the result? The results of it
The result is that the darkness will be sealed forever, and the town will be dead silent. All the sacrifices will disappear in history, and no one will mention it. Obviously, all of this was paid for by their exhausted blood.
Who would be willing
No one will be reconciled. At least he is not reconciled.
So when the people of the dynasty opened the seal, he stepped out, put on a black cloak, and put on a golden mask. His hatred burned like an eternal flame.
However, now, when they really saw that the plan they tried their best to achieve—reversing one side's five-element aura and setting aside a space that wouldn't let them get out of control—the plan came true in front of them, they didn't feel the slightest joy.
I only think of the coldness and despair when the man who is regarded as a brother pierces his body with a long knife.
Then joy becomes nothing but sorrow.
The mountains and rivers are unfolding, the aura is already changing the order, and the rules of the five elements are already changing. In this environment, those who lost control and strength were replaced by immortal practitioners.
The people of the dynasty, those ordinary people whose life is as short as a flash in the pan, their wisdom and strength far exceed everyone's imagination.
I'm afraid the people of Xianmen never thought that such a thing would happen, right
It's just that the ancient emperors who could even order the heavens and the earth never thought that one day their royal city would crash, and they would also perish in the era.
Sighing slightly, the edge of the black cloak swayed slightly, and the man wearing the golden mask walked away amidst the interlacing of gold and darkness, just as he appeared.
Behind him, Liu Wuyan's bloody hand was crookedly grasping the handle of the knife.
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"useless."
Wang Jingzhi prostrated himself on the ground, and several beads of prayer beads were nailed to the ground around him, emitting divine light.
The beads corresponded to the most important joints of his body, and the light emitted penetrated Wang Jingzhi's joints like chains, nailing him to the ground.
Wang Jingzhi's sword was inserted not far from Monk Mingxin.
Wang Jingzhi was covered in blood, but compared to him, Monk Mingxin's condition was obviously better, the monk's robe on his body was only stained with blood.
It seems that in the confrontation just now, Monk Mingxin has firmly gained the upper hand.
But even though he won, Monk Mingxin didn't seem to have any joy on his face.
On the contrary, Wang Jingzhi, who was seriously injured and defeated, already had an unchanging faint smile on his blood-stained face—under the background of blood, the smile on his face no longer gave people a gentle and friendly feeling.
The winners looked serious, while the losers were laughing.
"I said... you guys... are late..."
Blood flowed continuously from the wound on his body, Wang Jingzhi said intermittently with a smile on his face.
His pupils have collapsed a little, and he has begun to lose focus.
Wang Jingzhi didn't look at Monk Mingxin. His eyes, which gradually lost their vision, stared at the golden and black night sky.
Behind him, the branch of Kyushu Bank began to shake.
With the five elements upside down and the aura in disarray, the things in the treasury have been born.