"Liu Wuyan—"
Such a sharp, clear and piercing sound exploded in the heavy rain, like pale lightning tearing apart the world in the dark sky, like a goshawk breaking free of a chain arrow and rushing into the sky for thousands of miles.
Liu Wuyan suddenly opened his eyes.
There was no lightning in the sky, and there were no goshawks, the rain was still falling, and the black-armored dark guards who smelled of blood were still standing.
But in the darkness, there was a red-gold streamer spreading like magma on the high platform, that light was so bright, so bright that it was as warm as tears. The golden light carried awe-inspiring righteousness and awe-inspiring suppression of evil. It was like a flame, billowing up, like flaming dragons roaring.
Sanskrit sound secret technique Zulong.
It was those Yanlongs who resisted the scimitar that Jin Tang's dark guard was about to slash.
The rain that fell from the sky hit Yanlong and turned into a white mist. The misty world is black and white, and the fire that ignited in the capital of the Jin and Tang Dynasties has burned before my eyes. Through the fire and mist, Liu Wuyan couldn't believe her eyes. She saw the young monk standing on the empty street.
She had never seen Monk Mingxin like this.
He doesn't look like a monk anymore.
He was not wearing cassocks, but wearing ordinary secular clothes and a wig that he didn't know where he came from. Standing in the dim rain, he looked vaguely like an ordinary, handsome young man.
Liu Wuyan's throat moved.
"Fool! Go away! Go! Go!"
She struggled violently, burst out of unknown strength, and stood up from the ground with heavy black iron chains.
"I don't want you to care about me! Get out!"
The black-armored warrior, who was stopped by the Sanskrit technique, was fighting against Yanlong, holding his knife in mid-air with difficulty. But it's useless, those people sitting on the high platform haven't got up yet. This is a net that has already been laid, and they wait for the prey to come to their door by themselves.
"Go away—"
She growled, her vision blurred.
Monk Mingxin stood in the heavy rain, he raised his head, looked at the woman kneeling in the rain and struggling to get up, at the people with cold expressions sitting on the high platform, at the people wearing black cloaks with gold The man in the mask—the heavy rain falling from the sky didn't seem to bother him, and they separated silently around him to form a rain-free zone.
He took a deep breath.
Monk Mingxin stood alone on the empty street.
It's a trap, he knows it. He came to rescue Liu Wuyan because of his selfishness, so he didn't tell anyone.
Rain, endless heavy rain, the woman in a mess was still as bright as fire in the heavy rain.
Monk Mingxin closed his eyes, opened his arms, and made a gesture like a hug.
"Zulong!"
The next moment he roared, completely unlike what a monk should look like, the rage of a warrior rolled up on his face, his clear face turned ferocious at this moment, as if all the unspoken words Emotions exploded completely.
In the dark, like a stone Buddha statue in the Kalachorma desert, it suddenly opened its eyes.
Those Yanlongs who were in a stalemate with the black-armored dark guards were enraged by his rage. Their figures suddenly grew bigger, and each one uttered a clear and majestic dragon cry in the rain. The extremely high temperature soared instantly, and Jin Tang's dark For a moment, Wei felt that he was standing on the surging purgatory, facing the fire that burned his soul.
At this moment, the rain suddenly stopped.
The rain was still falling, but suddenly there was no rain on the platform. Dozens of flame dragons coiled in the air, and the rain from the sky was instantly transpired into a white mist after it fell. When Yanlong pounced on the black-armored guards and devoured them, the monk Mingxin also moved, he rushed out in the rain like a bolt of lightning, passing through the armored army surrounding the execution ground.
His speed was extremely fast, and his figure was as light as a light smoke. Before the soldiers had time to react, he had already rushed to the high platform.
"Dead bald donkey."
Liu Wuyan cursed hoarsely, seeing a thin figure flitting out of the vast mist, that face was reflected by the flames and mist into an unfamiliar look, yet extremely familiar.
The dull black dagger slipped out of his sleeve, Monk Mingxin held the handle, but he didn't speak.
The people on the high platform did not move, as if the death of these black-armored dark guards was nothing to the mighty Yanlong. Monk Mingxin could feel the heavy pressure. They were watching, allowing Jin Tang's hidden guards to fight him but did not make a move. But there was another kind of pressure, and Monk Mingxin could feel that behind the golden mask, the man's eyes were watching them.
But who the hell cares about that? !
who cares!
His prayer beads were destroyed that night, and he was no longer a Buddhist disciple holding a prayer beads. What he holds in his hand is a knife, which is used to discipline himself. Now he is using this knife to save the girl he likes.
The black dagger was cut out, and the black iron chains bound to Liu Wuyan's body snapped and shattered.
After the heavy pressure suddenly rose, Liu Wuyan raised her hand and was about to knock Monk Mingxin off the execution ground: "Get lost!"
There is no hug, and the people sitting at the top have not done anything yet, they are just watching like watching a drama, because the Mingxin monk who came is not yet the target in their eyes, and in the eyes of those people, he is alone Monk Mingxin is as useless and threatening as an ant.
Monk Mingxin did not avoid it.
Liu Wuyan's strength was still suppressed, and when that palm fell, he remained motionless.
"stand up!"
He also roared, his voice was louder, hoarse and angrier than Liu Wuyan.
"Stand up! You are willing to die like this!"
stand up! How could he die like this! To die in the kingdom of mortals, with layers of shackles, without dignity or pride! How could he just die like this! Even if you want to die, you have to fight to the death with a knife and a sword! What is it like to be beheaded and executed!
"Hold the knife!"
Monk Mingxin threw a bronze talisman together with a dark guard's scimitar to Liu Wuyan.
He came all the way.
Without the bronze medals given by the Qi and Qin Dynasty to the cultivators who took refuge in them, they would be helpless ants in Shangdu, where the aura of the world was chaotic and upside down. After deciding to come here, Monk Mingxin knew what he should do. He used the forbidden technique of Fanyinzong to forcibly restore his strength, and sneaked in the streets of Shangdu to hunt down those weak immortal cultivators who had taken refuge in Qi Qin.
Fanyin Pavilion forbids killing innocent people indiscriminately, but he can't care less about it anymore.
He even used the forbidden technique, so what if the Jie knife was stained with blood? !
Monk Mingxin turned around and rushed towards the other Kyushu Bank disciples who were kneeling in a daze, and cut off the shackles on them one by one. He swung the saber that Fanyinzong used to discipline himself again and again, and it was covered with layers of blood. The people on the high platform didn't move, but the hidden guards who were forced by Yanlong to retreat a certain distance had rushed over. They were killers like dead soldiers, and they still swung their knives without changing expression under Yanlong's coercion.
There was a crisp shout.
Liu Wuyan jumped up from the ground, she grabbed the scimitar thrown to her by Monk Mingxin.
The blade slashed out, tearing the throats of those hungry wolves who were chasing after her looking for blood. The color of blood and the bright knife light mixed in the dim sky. Liu Wuyan understood that Monk Mingxin actually came to die! It is impossible for them to escape, but what does it matter!
Even if you can't escape, what does it matter if you die here!
He came with a Jiedao, a bronze token, and blood all over his body, in order not to let them die without dignity.
Xianmen Xianmen!
They are the children of Xianmen! He is a proud immortal cultivator!
How can a cultivator die like an ant under the torture knife of a mortal!
Liu Wuyan stepped up, swung the saber, turned around, and slashed down. She laughed and roared meaningless words that she didn't even know what they meant.
One after another, Kyushu disciples stood up and held the saber. Time was running out, Monk Mingxin tried his best to grab as many bronze tokens as he could, and then ran in the rain with blood all over his body to rescue Liu Wuyan. The tokens he brought were simply not enough.
Some of the Kyushu Bank disciples who had unshackled them stretched out their hands to take off tokens from the waist of the dead Jin Tang dark guard, and some faced the dark guard who had already brandished their knives before they could do anything. The enemy who hugged him yelled at the brother who was holding the knife, buying time for them.
The execution ground became a bloody battlefield, and the sheriff on the high platform raised his hand.
The Sanskrit Yin technique is over, Yanlong disappears into the rain, the white mist is covered by the heavy rain, and only the bloody sect is left on the high platform. They are panting and holding knives, embarrassed and proud standing.
The sound of iron armor rubbing against each other.
The machine includes the sound of starting up.
The soldiers surrounded by the execution ground in heavy armor raised their hands, holding a machine crossbow with a faint light in their hands. They surrounded the entire execution ground and aimed at the immortal disciples who gathered to form a circle on the high platform.
Liu Wuyan and Monk Mingxin stood back to back at the front of the crowd, with the rain washing over their young faces. Everyone was covered in blood, and there were corpses on the ground, some from the hidden guards of the Jin Tang Dynasty, and some from the disciples of the Kyushu Bank.
They were all standing with their knives in their hands, panting heavily.
Rain, endless rain.
The blood, the blood that was washed and fell again.
Liu Wuyan turned her wrist and leaned slightly while holding the knife, a stern expression appeared on her face, as if red flames were beating in her pupils.
"bring it on!"
She laughed out loud.
She stood with Monk Mingxin, she stood with the disciples of Jiuzhou Qianzhuang, she was not alone, if they stood together, then they would have nothing to fear!
"Come!"
They roared with eternal pride.
—Even if it is death, they must fight to the death with pride!
The author has something to say: Then there is an explanation about a little doubt, that is, some readers criticize that the sect is weak and weak.
I thought about how to reply for a long time, and finally I didn't know how to reply. Finally, after thinking about it, I decided to write a relatively complete analysis and explanation seriously.
First of all, starting from the article, the first volume depicts the turbulent undercurrent of the sect's surface calm, such as various elders and disciples of the sect carrying out secret missions. In fact, from the very beginning, I tried my best to imagine that the strength of the eight sects of Xianmen was only superficially strong. In fact, after Xianmen ruled the Twelve Dynasties for a long time, Xianmen has reached a very dangerous situation.
Just like the Sui Dynasty also showed a prosperous formation before its demise, many powerful dynasties throughout the ages still had a vast territory and a majestic empire before their demise, but in fact the prosperity and prosperity are only superficial. Beneath the inside, there are turbulent waves and crises.
So in the first volume, the clues in many places are to explain such a situation. The elders of the sect once set out to kill the emperor of the Southern Chen Dynasty on a snowy night, which means that under the long sect rule, the dynasty The resistance has accumulated to the point where the Zongmen also feel uneasy, so that the immortal cultivators who are in the status of immortals have to use threats and intimidation to deter the dynasty.
In the words that Nanchen County Shoulou Shidao said at the beginning, it is said that there is a sun above the sun.
In fact, after the Era of Chaos, the Eighteenth Gu Clan disappeared from the eyes of the world, some died in battle, some died, and some remained in other time and space like Baili Yi Clan. , the rule of the ancient emperor actually symbolizes the rule of the most primitive god of the beginning. Wilderness is a state of disorder, wild beasts symbolize primitive force and barbarism, and the ancient emperor is the rule of the god of the beginning.) It is replaced by The Xianmen, Xianmen represents a rule of supernatural power, if it corresponds to the rule of the church in Western history, it is just a bit like it.
Because in the setting of Chaoge's world context, the eighteenth Gu family was the one who resisted the authority of the ancient emperor at the beginning. In the later period, the interruption of the era left them with various problems, such as the unstable ancient emperor's space such as the devil, so On the one hand, the Eight Sects of Immortal Gate are both rulers and protectors, and have a more complicated identity.
Secondly, the reason for the contradiction between the dynasty and the sect in the fields pointed out in the first volume is explained in the second volume and the third volume. The power of the immortal cultivators is actually a kind of stealing. Resisting the rule of the ancient emperor, some people who received the power "order" from the ancient emperor betrayed the ancient emperor, studied the source of the ancient emperor's power, and thus gained power. Because the power is stolen from the ancient emperor (in fact, when I made the setting, this part symbolizes that mortals have stolen the power of the gods, just like Prometheus stole the fire for the world), so the eighteenth ancient There will be people who are out of control, the so-called "demons".
And after the fall of the ancient emperor, since the power of the immortal cultivators comes from the ancient emperor, what will happen to their power after the fall of the ancient emperor
When I describe the ancient emperor, I always emphasize that the ancient emperor ordered the heaven and the earth, and the ancient emperor's will will be the will of the heaven and the earth. Ah, a reader said before that it is annoying to repeatedly emphasize the same consciousness. Well, I know you will be annoying, but this is the setting of the world system, so I have to explain it step by step like this. Because as mentioned above, the ancient emperor is a concept such as the first god in my world structure system, and it is the mysterious power of primitive worship.
Therefore, the power between heaven and earth comes from gods. After the fall of the ancient emperor, this power of gods will naturally fade and disappear over time.
This setting is actually one of the cornerstones of the whole story.
It is difficult for a person to give up the power in his hands.
Just like today, everyone knows that atomic bombs and nuclear bombs can destroy the earth several times, but at the same time everyone also knows that they cannot be destroyed, and they will only be built more and more. When a power system possesses great power, do you think it will give up the power it already possesses
Impossible, only idealists would think so.
And people who have mastered extraordinary power since the end of the Chaos Era, after the habits of the Ten Thousand Immortals Era, it is also impossible for the people who have mastered the extraordinary power willingly to give up this power after the fall of the ancient emperor. Just like the powerful families in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, in order to fight against the abnormal state order of the Communist Party, the Qingliu Group elected celebrities in a clear manner. Their starting point is for the country, but the gentry group formed through such a review in the later period has become the person who holds power. The "clan" and "the separation between scholars and common people" are like the sun.
This is inevitable for human beings, and it doesn't happen if we bystanders think it's impossible.
What's more, even we ourselves are in various classes and represent various interests
This is human beings, this is the world.
Therefore, after the fall of the ancient emperor, the power between the heaven and the earth slowly disappeared with the passage of time. In order to maintain the power of the immortal cultivators, the Zongmen used a large area of land to plant spiritual plants (hahaha actually I made this setting At that time, I referred to the photosynthesis of green plants and the principle of oxygen and carbon dioxide... I almost laughed when I wrote it myself), and the land is limited, and if you plant spiritual plants, you cannot plant other things, so I have repeatedly written in the article of many famines.
Of course, Xianmen also has good reasons for wanting to maintain its own strength.
They are the descendants of the eighteenth Gu family, and they need strength to eradicate demons and seal all kinds of things that will cause disasters.
However, these things will only be kept as the highest secrets within the fairy gate.
The reason is very simple, you can ask Lao Mei if he would like to make the code of nuclear bomb launch public.
Many complicated reasons are mixed together. In fact, in my personal understanding, this is a kind of context of historical development. I also said that I am a student of the history department. Out of a kind of love for my job, I will follow the literacy of the subject when constructing the entire world framework. As a history dog, my major does not allow me to write plots and settings that I know cannot be solved ideally—the world is reality and history is cruel. And in the same way, every plot and every setting of mine will think about the social background and deep-seated factors that support it.
Just like the truth of strength and rise and fall.
History is a kind of ups and downs, the strong must decline, this is doomed, every page of the history book says so.
And in the long years after the Wanxian Era, it was such a kind of rise and fall. The power of the immortal cultivators was weakening with the death of the ancient emperor. In order to maintain their own power, they had to strengthen their possession of the dynasty's land. Everyone It can be noticed that from the very beginning, I have emphasized that the cultivators of the Eight Immortal Sects are the Immortal Sects that stand on the land of the Twelve Dynasties, and they are not separate from them. The eight sects of immortal sects in the dynasty have their roots in the earth rather than the city in the clouds.
And the more they possess, the deeper the conflict between the two sides. During the long process of conflict brewing, the power of the sect is declining, and the power of the dynasty is constantly accumulating.
This is a very long process, and it is impossible to write the whole process from beginning to end. After I set up such a world and history, I can only choose the time point when its contradictions collide to write, so explain It can only be scattered in various parts of the story, and the explanation is advanced step by step through different plots of people with different positions.
Finally, the outbreak of war.
The dynasty spent a long time eroding the sect and building its own power at the same time. The fact that the dynasty destroyed the Lingtian was because after a long period of time, it mastered the secrecy of the sect by constantly looking for a force that could counter the immortal sect. The power support that the dynasty obtained was the Eighteenth Gu Clan in the era of chaos. Those sealed demons were also the confrontation between the Eighteenth Gu Clan and the Eighteenth Gu Clan. Currently on the defensive in this war.
And on the other hand, the Cultivator Sect has ruled the Twelve Dynasties for too long, so long that they are proud and corrupt.
Those who are aware of the danger are only a small number of people, and most of them are those who think that cultivators are above ordinary people. The Zongmen meeting held by Yi Heping and Bailishu was for this purpose, and—in order to explain, I have to spoil (?) a little bit.
Yi Heping realized the existence of this danger a long time ago, but there was no way to make the entire cultivator and the entire sect aware of the changes in the world. As for Yi Heping, it was obvious from the very beginning that although he would be sad, he would put responsibility and the overall situation above everything else. He would feel that he was guilty, but he would still do it for a better Important things are sacrificed. For example, the disciples of Bingzhou Qingming Pagoda, such as Jingling Taiguan Zhiyu who stayed to guard him back then, desperately returned to the sect.
He thought that as the head of Jiuxuanmen, he had to make a choice.
And when the immortal cultivators were sunk in the ancient glory and looked down on mortals, he realized that everyone needed to wake up. And blood and pain are the fastest way to wake up, so although he also discovered the existence of some dynastic skynets, he didn't let them exist. It was his choice to wake up the sect in the most tragic way.
Of course, some people may say, why is the Zongmen so stupid, and no one else realizes it
Ah, at this time, don't speak from the perspective of God outside the book.
If the times, the world, and history were so simple, and everyone knew that it was not good to be complacent, they would really not be complacent, then the modern tragedies in the late Qing Dynasty would not exist, and further, every dynasty would know what not to do. If it cannot be corrupted, oppressed, or closed, then it will really not be like this, and then no dynasty and country will perish.
However, it is not.
After living in the era, the social world is vast, slowly moving forward as a whole, and the evolution is complicated, which cannot be solved in one or two sentences. In fact, the so-called ideological enlightenment and the so-called liberation movement only appeared because ideology stagnates and accumulates over time. And it never stops, new ideas will become old in the next era, and then there will be new ones.
The world is like this, and civilization develops because of it.
Of course, there will be such doubts, in fact, I am also responsible.
The first is the subject matter. There are too many articles on the subject of cultivating immortals, and there are already some worldviews that everyone subconsciously accepts by default, and the world structure of Chaoge can be said to be not the traditional structure of the world of cultivating immortals. For the first time, I This kind of original world structure is still written in the form of group portraits. In fact, the technical level of all aspects of processing is still... I can’t even get started. The world structure is clear to me, but it can’t be well prepared You unfold.
This is a matter of my personal level.
Moreover, I am relatively easily influenced by comments, and I am greatly affected by emotions when writing, so when I write Chaoge, my state is also good and jet-lag. I know that there are still a lot of problems in the middle.
But the level of writing can't become great and powerful QAQ all at once.
The writing style, writing skills, and plots all need to be honed slowly one by one
It is a long process of continuous learning, continuous correction and continuous summary.
I will work hard to improve, but asking a rookie to write the level of the Lord of the Rings or some famous book... This is too far-fetched, although I would like to [Tiger shed tears]
However, I will work hard!
Thank you for your continued company, Jiujiu.