Fires soared into the sky, raging flames spread in the Turkic Royal Court, and thick smoke rose from the collapsed ruins, covering the sky.
Lian Xuanxiao looked down at the city below indifferently. The people were wailing and fleeing, the soldiers were busy extinguishing the fire, and the monks seemed to be crazy, rushing towards the pit as if they had been hit by a meteorite.
Together with the tent, the remains of the Turkic high priest were gone.
Brush——
Lian Xuanxiao stroked his right arm with his left hand, peeling off a layer of skin and tendons that turned into dust. The ring finger on the palm of his right hand was implicated by the movement and annihilated, leaving only two fingers.
I can still hold the sword, which is enough.
He turned around, took a step, and disappeared over the royal court.
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In the northwest of Jing Kingdom, there is a summer resort of a thousand-year-old wealthy family.
An old man with gray hair and a luxurious mink coat is holding his five or six-year-old great-grandson in his arms, sitting in the courtyard pavilion. A tea cup has been placed on the stone table in front of him.
Sui——
The breeze lifted a corner of the pavilion's silk curtain, and Lian Xuanxiao's figure appeared out of thin air.
"You're here."
The old man from Jing Kingdom paused for a moment on Lian Xuanxiao's sword-holding palm with only two fingers left, "Sit down."
Lian Xuanxiao sat down slowly and placed the blood-stained sword horizontally on the table made of jade.
"We have known each other for almost seventy years, right?"
The old man in Diaoqiu raised the tea cup and said sincerely: "Can you do it without doing anything?"
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The old man in front of me is Lian Xuanxiao's good friend for many years. When they were young, they traveled together in the world and slayed demons. He should also be my last friend among his peers.
After a moment of silence, Lian Xuanxiao said: "You are a high-ranking Zhuxiao."
"I'm not the only high-ranking Zhuxiao person. Moreover, we are the same age, and I am as old as you."
The old man coughed lightly, put his ignorant great-grandson on a chair aside, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and wiped the snot from the latter's face.
Lian Xuanxiao was unmoved, "You are the most likely to break through."
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The old man paused for a moment, raised his palms bitterly, and said in a deep voice: "I can swear on the life of the whole clan that even if I, Zhao, break through the Linyuan realm, I will never be detrimental to the Yu country. If there is any violation, Haotian will
God's punishment will be sent down, and my whole family will be struck down by five thunders, and they will never be reincarnated."
His attitude was extremely resolute, and his voice echoed over the courtyard. The birds living in the pine forest not far away were frightened and flew away together.
"It's useless."
Lian Xuanxiao shook his head, raised the tea cup, and shook it towards the courtyard wall, which was the direction where the Zhao family monks were hiding, "Even if you are willing to abide by the oath, your sons, daughters, grandchildren, disciples and descendants,
I will also push you to take action.
You and I both know this."
The old man in brocade clothes said unwillingly: "Is there no room for maneuver?"
Lian Xuanxiao responded with silence.
"Lian Xuanxiao, you ruthless madman!"
The old man in golden clothes finally couldn't hold back anymore, stood up suddenly, overturned the jade table, and shouted: "I have known you for seventy-three years. Back then, at the Lan Huan Sect ruins, we encountered a desert secret, and our group was captured.
After being trapped for several months and running out of resources, it was I who gave you the last small bottle of water, and you finally understood the meaning of this sword. You risked your life and survived.
It was me who was carrying you, who was poisoned and unable to move, and broke into the secret realm of Lihua Valley to look for the antidote."
The old man roared emotionally and recounted the past one by one. He even revealed trivial matters such as the two of them falling in love with a girl at the same time and neither of them taking action due to the constraints of friendship.
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Lian Xuanxiao was sitting on the chair, listening to his friends' roars and complaints, and suddenly stood up, "That's enough."
"Not enough!"
The old man in Jinyi said angrily: "We are close friends and have saved each other's lives countless times. Now you want to take my life just because of a possibility, just a possibility. Is this reasonable?"
"Time is enough."
Lian Xuanxiao held the hilt of the sword with two fingers and said without sadness or joy.
The old man in Jinyi was stunned on the spot. He instantly understood the meaning of this sentence - Lian Xuanxiao was deeply trapped in the five declines of heaven and man, and his soul would collapse at any time. He had to eliminate all threats to the Yu Kingdom before his death. This also meant that,
He only reserved it for a short period of time for each force.
Seventy-three years of friendship is only enough for a cup of tea.
The old man in brocade clothes trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, accepted the reality, raised his hand and raised a wisp of breeze, and sent his great-grandson to the wall to reunite with his anxious parents.
".Come on."
The old man in brocade clothes spread his palms, and blue ice crystals rose from his palms, exuding a cold and freezing air. Just like before, the two young men met at the border of the Southern Wilderness and exchanged ideas. If they didn't fight, they wouldn't know each other.
Lian Xuanxiao raised the hilt and drew the sword.
Chang'an time, at two and a half quarters on the first day of the lunar month, a monk surnamed Zhao in the Jing Kingdom secluded himself and died by a sword.
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Underground in Taihao Mountain, there is an empty palace.
There is no throne in the hall, only four rows of candlesticks on both sides of the hall.
The candles on the candlesticks may be thick or thin, long or short, red or white in color. Under each candle, there is a line of names engraved. There are many famous names among them. For example, the new Turkic Khan Ashdekoro, the judge priest of Taihao Mountain
Bian Yubo and so on.
This is the Ming Si Room, where the life lamps of powerful people closely related to Taihao Mountain are placed. Once the life lamp shakes or even goes out, it means that the life of the lamp owner is in danger.
Tap tap tap.
A young clerk wearing a white robe, sweating profusely, ran between the candlesticks holding a roster, recording the death message. He folded the paper with the message and threw it into the talisman array in the center of the hall.
Send a message to the big shots on earth.
In just half an hour, the life lamps symbolizing the powerful people in the world were extinguished one after another. The young clerk was terrified, but he had no idea what was happening - he had not stepped out of this place for almost ten years.
The palace, just like his master, was born here and died here.
Phew!
Another life lamp went out, and the clerk turned around to look with horror in his eyes.
He recognizes the life lamp.
Mount Taihao, the priest who guards the mountain
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
The lamps of life were extinguished one after another, and the lamp that symbolized the people in Taihao Mountain was swallowed up by the darkness.
At the same time, the palace also shook, the supporting beams creaked, and dust rustled from the ceiling.
On the ground, an unprecedented battle is breaking out.
The clerk was trembling all over. The life lamp went out faster than he could write. The disappearance of all the familiar names made cold sweat form on his forehead.
Boom!
The palace shook violently, rows of lamp stands swayed and overturned, and the wax oil that was said to never burn out spilled on the floor.
The lights went out, which meant the interruption of duties. The clerk hesitated for a moment, then decisively rushed to the back of the hall, climbed along the upward corridor, and reached the surface.
The smoke and dust were so thick that it was difficult to see clearly the scene in front of me. I could only vaguely see the two figures in the sky that separated at the touch of each other.
The peak of the towering mountain peak slowly topples and falls with an extremely flat and smooth cut surface.
The clerk's pupils suddenly shrank, and he recognized the two figures.
The figure still hanging high in the sky is the head of the academy. The other figure that crashed into the rock and vomited blood is the headmaster of Haotian.
"Don't you always want to force me to take action? Now you see it."
Lian Xuanxiao looked down at the leader of Haotian and the four cardinals, and his indifferent voice echoed in the sky, "I don't care how strong your belief in Haotian is, no matter how many people you want to bury with you, I have only one request.
Get out of Yu State."
This chapter has been completed!