After leaving Dali, Ziqin went north all the way at an extremely fast speed, but he had already returned to Xingxiu Sea in the same time as when he went south.
Originally, he established the Xingxiu Sect, but it has come to nothing.
The climate of Xingxiu Sea is extremely humid, and any paint you pour on the ground will be quickly washed away. However, when Ziqin returned to the place where he originally established the Xingxiu Sect and set up camp, he could still see mottled spots on the ground.
mottled red.
Ziqin closed his eyes slightly, knowing that all the people he founded the sect were probably in bad shape.
After a while, Ziqin opened his eyes, raised his feet and headed towards the ruins of the Xingxiu Sect.
Ziqin did a lot of things and made a lot of preparations for the battlefield mission, but in the end, he found that all the preparations were in vain.
I originally wanted to complete the simple branch missions of the Xingxiu Sect first, and then complete the battlefield missions better, but now it seems that everything is just a daydream by Ziqin. There are no shortcuts in this family's world.
Sure enough, in the end, the only thing I could rely on was the sword in my hand.
Ziqin's mood was extremely peaceful.
Something has happened in Xingxiu Sea, and the Mingjiao may not be much better. He already understands that the system cannot allow him to take advantage of battlefield missions.
From the time Duan Yu's descendants appeared, from the time Lingbo Weibu appeared, Zi Qin knew that he had underestimated the power of the system. Zi Qin thought that his martial arts were already extremely high. He thought that even if compared vertically, his martial arts would be better than Tianlong.
The world should also be perfected.
But the monk's subtle steps made Ziqin understand that his martial arts was far from enough.
Yes, it's not enough.
However, Ziqin knew that there was no possibility for him to escape. He had already accepted the battlefield mission and he had learned the Nine Yins General Principle, so there was no possibility for him to escape.
Ziqin even thought that if he gave up his battlefield mission now, I am afraid that the Mongolian army would leap into the Central Plains in the next moment, and experts from outside the region would immediately invade the Central Plains, and he would still have no way to escape.
Ziqin's steps were not fast, but every step was extremely steady.
He has figured out one problem, that is, he is really not suitable for the layout. He worked hard to set up this kind of situation, but it was completely destroyed by the system without even the slightest exception. It was just that those legendary figures more than a hundred years ago were destroyed.
Descendants appear.
This is forced by the system, forcing him to fight desperately.
Ziqin couldn't imagine what the system wanted to do. This thing was not a human being at all, not even an intelligent creature. Likewise, this thing was not a main god. His existence seemed to have no practical significance at all.
However, it happened to be tightly tied to Ziqin's body, unable to escape or avoid it.
Ziqin walked steadily on the swamp. He held the black steel sword in his hand, holding it very tightly.
Regardless of whether it is the world of celebrities or the main world, this world is still called Jianghu after all. Likewise, whether it is the pressure of the system or the squeeze of various forces in the main world, all he can rely on is the weapon in his hand.
The door was pushed open. A courtyard passed by. In Ziqin's eyes, the courtyard where the barbarian men died appeared again. He stepped into this courtyard.
This is an obviously abandoned courtyard, with dead leaves piled all over the ground. Snakes and insects are crawling among the dead leaves.
Ziqin glanced around and saw that the courtyard was empty. The ice silkworms that had killed a large group of people not long ago seemed to have disappeared long ago.
Frowning slightly, Ziqin headed forward again. After passing the courtyard, there was another courtyard behind. The dead leaves on the ground seemed to be decreasing, and a few faint footprints appeared under the sparse dead leaves.
This place actually seems to be inhabited.
Monster Ding never died in Shaolin more than a hundred years ago, and the Xingxiu Sect has never been destroyed.
A sneer appeared on Ziqin's lips. The mission of the Xingxiu Sect was indeed not that simple. When he originally thought that the Xingxiu Sect had disappeared, Ziqin only thought that the mission was just to re-establish the Xingxiu Sect. But now, Ziqin knew that the mission was actually
To seize the Xingxu Sect.
Seize it?
Ziqin stepped forward and walked for a while. Finally, the dead leaves on the ground were almost invisible, and traces of human life were revealed all around. Ziqin stopped and his perception spread out.
Finally, Ziqin felt the breath of living things in this courtyard, cold and slightly peaceful, cold and overcast, cold and..., there were many of these breaths, but they were all yin, but there was no yang.
.
These people who practice poison have actually trained themselves to be as good as those eunuchs in the palace. However, among the eunuchs there is still the old eunuch with a beard, but his aura is about to change.
Ziqin's figure jumped up and entered the courtyard behind directly from the wall.
A group of children, led by several women, were playing in the courtyard. However, the props used by these children were terrifying poisons. Seeing Ziqin suddenly jump into the courtyard, these people seemed to be frightened.
Ziqin raised his brows slightly, as if he didn't expect that this courtyard was actually filled with women and children. His expression relaxed slightly, and he seemed to want to go to other courtyards. However, at this time, two gray shadows suddenly appeared from his side.
The soles of the feet popped out.
Although there are no dead leaves in the courtyard here, it is also extremely old. The bricks and stones on the ground have already turned dark black. At this moment, the sudden appearance of these two gray shadows is really hard to guard against.
No one would have thought that the attack would come from under their own feet.
Ziqin didn't seem to expect that when the gray shadow appeared under his feet, Ziqin also looked stunned, but his hand moved faster than his brain. He was still in a daze, but his hand had already been naturally pulled out.
The black steel sword was swung down.
With a few slight noises, the two gray shadows were immediately chopped into seventeen or eighteen pieces and scattered on the ground. Only then did Ziqin realize that they were two centipedes, dark gray and almost black centipedes.
Being bitten by this thing is definitely not a pleasant feeling.
Ziqin looked at the women and children who seemed to be frightened before, but now he could see a hint of disappointment in their eyes.
It's because I was disappointed that Poison couldn't successfully attack.
Ziqin's eyes turned cold, and he swung the black steel sword out again, falling in the frightened eyes of the women and children.
This was the only courtyard where Ziqin was in a daze. From this courtyard, Ziqin would kill anyone he encountered in every courtyard, whether they were men, women, old people, or children, until he reached the last courtyard.
Suddenly, a message sounded in his mind that the system ignored his settings and only prompted.
"Branch plot warning, the annihilation of Xingxiu Sect disciples means the Xingxiu Sect's side mission has failed, please choose carefully whether to continue killing."
It was actually a reminder that the task might fail.
Ziqin completely ignored this message and walked up directly with the black steel sword. He waved the black steel sword and killed the last few Xingxiu sect disciples.
"Failure of the Xingxiu Sect side mission, failure penalty, and hostility from the Xingxiu Sect disciples. You will be hostile to the Xingxiu Sect disciples. Please be careful with every Xingxiu Sect disciple."
"Congratulations on annihilating the Xingxiu Sect on your own. The reputation of your evil sect has greatly increased. You will become more respected and more feared."
Two messages popped up in succession, but Ziqin still ignored them and chose to close the two messages. Ziqin turned around and headed towards the Mingjiao. He needed to confirm whether the Mingjiao was still there.
He still has to carry out the battlefield mission after all. People can be willful once, but they can never be willful again. The killings of the Xingxiu Sect have allowed him to vent his resentment when he found out that all the people he arranged in Xingxiu Sea were dead. So, the battlefield mission still has to be carried out.
Continued.
If Mingjiao was not there, he would need to find the generals of the Southern Song Dynasty.
Maybe he is destined to be just a charlatan, not a tycoon. If he were a tyrant, maybe the last few people would not be killed directly. As long as those few people admit that he is the leader of the Xingxiu Sect, and then find thirty or fifty people to join the Xingxiu Sect,
The side mission will also be completed.
This is the sensible approach.
This thought came to Ziqin's mind, and he laughed again.
This is the truth. But if he had it to do over again, I'm afraid Ziqin would still do it. Why do people live? It's not to live for the sake of living. People should live happily when they live.
With the black steel sword on his shoulder wantonly, Ziqin strode towards the Tianshan Mountains. After a killing, Ziqin's mood miraculously became cheerful.
He deceived and obtained martial arts secrets just to live a cool life. If he was always calculating the gains and losses, it would be better to be a rich young master in the martial arts world.
Mingjiao, if you can protect it, you can protect it. If you can't protect it, you can at most follow the example of Guo Jing and the later big and small warriors and hold a sword to kill Temujin, Tuo Lei and others.
As a martial artist, why should he learn from those heroes and generals to arrange their troops? What he relies on in the martial arts world is only the weapons in his hands and his martial arts skills.
Even after going through all kinds of dangers, the most effective way for him to win the battlefield mission is to kill the enemy's leader. If one is not enough, then two, and if not enough, then three, or four, until the enemy is frightened.
He can complete any battlefield mission.
In a great mood, Ziqin could feel the Nine Yin General Program and the Wuxiang Gong in his body growing together with every step he took. He could even vaguely be silent about the Xuan Gong Essentials and the Yi Jin Jing. The former assisted the Nine Yin General Program and the Wuxiang Gong.
Xiang Gong flows more freely, while the latter slowly increases his physique.
At the helm of the Mingjiao, the huge square was usually full of people when Ziqin came last time, but what they had to deal with this time was different from Ziqin's. That time there was only one person, but this time there were five people.
The four ambassadors and saints of the Persian Ming Cult.
At this time, Persian Mingjiao was not actually called Mingjiao, but Zoroastrianism, which was a sect that advocated light.
He Ziqin's previous guess was the same. At this time, the Central Plains Mingjiao had lost all its masters due to several twists and turns. The two envoys, the four guardians, and the heads of the five branches were all only third-rate masters.
After several fights, these eleven people were beaten miserably by the four Persian Ming Cult members.
"It seems that the Central Plains Mingjiao has really fallen. Are you still opposed to us taking over the Central Plains Mingjiao? This may be the only chance to bring the Central Plains Mingjiao back to life."
Feng, one of the four ambassadors, spoke calmly, but as he spoke, his eyes were sarcastically scanning the large group of Mingjiao disciples on the top of the mountain.
There was silence on the top of the mountain, and everyone was looking at the wind. The scene was like a teacher in school asking a question, but no one knew it, so they were too scared to speak out.
This scene made Feng couldn't help but laugh. The smaller he got, the louder he got. In the end, he almost threw his head back and laughed wildly.
The other three messengers and the saint stood quietly behind Feng, as if they didn't even bother to make a sound. Perhaps, in their eyes, Feng alone was enough to defeat the entire Central Plains Mingjiao leader on the top of the mountain.
"As expected, the Central Plains martial arts world has no one left, and the development of Mingjiao over the past thousands of years has been so unbearable."
Feng finally stopped laughing, glanced coldly at the Ming Cult members on the top of the mountain, slowly raised his steps and walked towards the main hall.
"Since you can no longer hold on to the Central Plains rudder, you might as well give it up."
Following the footsteps of the wind, the other three messengers and the saint also walked towards the main hall. The Central Plains Ming Cult members immediately stood in the middle and prepared to stop the five people.
"Brother, please send a signal. Even if we are annexed by Lingjiu Palace, it is better than being surrendered by people from outside the realm. After all, we are all from the Central Plains."
The left envoy of Mingjiao looked at the right envoy's painful opening.
It turned out that Lingjiu Palace had long wanted to annex the Ming Cult. However, in the early days, the Ming Cult was unparalleled in power. Each of its leaders had unparalleled martial arts skills and mastered the Great Shift of the Universe. In the Northern Song Dynasty, they even colluded with Xixia. However, Tianshan Tonglao also
He couldn't embarrass the Mingjiao. Later, when Child Lao died, Xu Zhu had no ambition at all, so the Mingjiao wife and the Lingjiu Palace lived together peacefully for more than a hundred years.
However, people will die eventually. After Xu Zhu's death, the power of Lingjiu Palace still fell into the hands of the Xixia royal family. However, the Xixia royal family desperately hoped to conquer the Mingjiao. However, although the old leader of the Mingjiao was not very good in martial arts, he was also a good person.
, this matter has been dragged out.
But now it seems that it can no longer be delayed.
At this time, it had been over a hundred years since the founding of the Xixia Kingdom, but it had already become an out-and-out Central Plains culture. That's why Zuo Shi was still a Central Plains person after all. This was just because he didn't want to seek refuge in foreign lands.
"Send the signal. If the Vulture Palace cannot arrive in time, today will be the day of our martyrdom."
A faint smile appeared on the corner of the right envoy's mouth. He slowly sat down cross-legged and sat at the entrance of the hall. If anyone wanted to enter, they had to step over him.
The left envoy made a gesture towards the back, and he also sat down with difficulty against the right envoy.
The four guardians and five department heads followed the two and sat down cross-legged. On the top of the mountain, more and more Mingjiao disciples sat down cross-legged, and these people made flame shapes on their chests.
Although Manichaeism was spread to the East via Persia, Manichaeism in Persia has deteriorated over the past thousands of years, and the posture of martyrdom among countless believers has not appeared for who knows how long.
The Four Ambassadors of Wind, Cloud, Thunder and Lightning and the Saint seemed slightly moved. However, after being moved, Feng's face became even more sarcastic.
"Are you praying? It's ridiculous to want to return to the kingdom of light after death."
Feng curled his lips disdainfully. Suddenly he took a step forward and kicked a Ming Cult disciple on the chest with force, accompanied by the crisp sound of bone cracking. The Ming Cult disciple's body suddenly succumbed.
However, even though it seemed that his whole body had shrunk, the Ming Cult disciple still tried hard to keep his hands in the shape of flames. His body was slightly tilted to one side, and the look in his eyes had disappeared.
This man was actually dead, but even death could not make the 'flame' on his hand disappear.
"Burn my broken body with the blazing holy fire. Life will be so joyful, death will be so painful..."
As the disciple fell down, the right envoy suddenly recited in a low voice. The voice was low at first, but starting from the second sentence, every Mingjiao disciple on the top of the mountain was already chanting this sentence. In an instant, the entire mountaintop resounded.
This voice.
"These believers have indeed turned their backs on God. Listen to what they are chanting."
A sneer appeared on Feng's lips, and he spoke with displeasure. Behind him, a trace of horror flashed across the face of the saint.
In the sky, a flame spread out. Although it was broad daylight, the fireworks were extremely dazzling and could be seen clearly from ten miles away.
"These bastards are actually looking for help."
The sound of the wind became colder and colder, and suddenly he no longer walked forward, but turned around and headed towards the mountain pass.
"Thunder and Lightning, you take the Saint to get the Holy Fire Token and the Great Shift of the Universe. Yun and I will meet with the masters from the Central Plains, the reinforcements of these apostate Central Plains Mingjiao."
As he spoke, Feng was already standing at the mountain pass, and a tall and thin man among the other four people also walked to Feng's side, and the two of them blocked the mountain pass like a fence.
At the foot of the mountain, Ziqin suddenly saw a firework in the sky of the Mingjiao Headquarters, and a faint suspicion flashed in Ziqin's eyes.
The fireworks in broad daylight were naturally a call for help. From this, Ziqin could guess that the Mingjiao was indeed in trouble. However, Ziqin did not know that the Mingjiao had reinforcements, but he did not seem to know about it.
At this time, it seems that Lu Guanying should be in charge of Mingjiao. Could it be that Jin Sijiu has already rushed outside the customs.
When Ziqin thought about it like this, his steps became faster.
Although the road from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain is not short, Ziqin's journey was only half a stick of incense. Soon Ziqin was approaching the top of the mountain. At the same time, the sound from the top of the mountain reached Ziqin's ears.
Ziqin's body suddenly trembled. His state of mind was already perfect at this stage. Logically speaking, he could not be moved by anything, but when he heard that life is neither joyful nor death is painful, when he heard that joy and sorrow will all return to dust.
Ziqin didn't know why, but his heart suddenly moved. His whole body seemed to be touched by these words.
There are many kinds of epiphanies, often a word, a song, sometimes even just a fallen leaf or a drop of water.
The effects of epiphany are often different, and they are not necessarily permanent. At this time, after Ziqin was touched, he only felt that his whole body was relaxed and his brain was clear.
Even his steps seemed a little brisk, and he had already reached the top of the mountain in just two or three steps.
However, just when Ziqin was feeling extremely happy, a powerful force suddenly appeared from the top of the mountain and struck Ziqin hard on the forehead.
The timing and angle of this strike were both perfect and perfect. It happened to be just when Ziqin's old strength was gone and new strength had yet to be regenerated. Seeing that Ziqin was no longer able to resist at all.
However, at this moment, Ziqin's body made another strange turn, turning and moving from mid-air without any help.
