The first thousand two hundred and eighty-two chapters
"Hey, why bother?"
The old man sighed, Zhao Shuhang's eyes were deep, revealing the indescribable vicissitudes of life and the wisdom of seeing through the world. He flicked his sleeves, but his eyes were looking at the crack in space where the treasure ship disappeared.
"puff!"
Wu Mingru was hit hard, his body flew up, and he watched helplessly as the broken lotus lantern fell.
"See Mr. Jijiu!"
Cheng Jingyu and others showed reverence in their eyes, and they all saluted respectfully. They had restrained their arrogance to the deepest level, not daring to make any mistakes, and they all followed the highest Confucian etiquette.
When the others saw this, although they were a little confused, they also understood that the Zhao Shuhang at this time was not that Zhao Shuhang, so they all bowed and saluted, calling themselves senior.
"Jixia Academy!"
Wu Ming staggered up, the purple-green flames in his eyes gradually extinguished, and he slowly glanced at everyone present, "The Xiao family of the Middle Tang Dynasty, the royal family of the Southern Wei Dynasty, the Sang family of Shanlaishan in the Eastern Song Dynasty, Danshan Mountain in Heilongling..."
Word by word, sentence by name, name by surname, the voice gradually became colder, as if counting heads.
Finally, it landed on the Long Miao Spear and Nine Tribulations Sword that passed through his chest. His expression was indifferent, as if he was not the one who was hit hard.
"Songyang Academy, Zizhu Island in the South China Sea!"
"snort!"
Cheng Jingyu looked at it coldly and didn't care at all.
At this time, Wu Ming was already a piece of meat on the chopping board, just the last act of crazy hysteria!
"Amitabha!"
Lan Xinhui put her hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.
The Nine Tribulations Sword was obtained by Wu Ming from Zizhu Island in the South China Sea. To be precise, it was given to Wu Ming by his master Longjing Bodhisattva.
Now that there is a problem, it is self-evident what it means!
"Hey hey hey!"
Wu Ming grinned, suddenly raised his head, and looked at Zhenze Lake. It was as if he could see through the heavy fog the depths of Shigu Academy. The old man holding a scroll in front of the stone table laughed at himself and looked up at the sky, "Dragon Clan!"
If he hadn't suffered such an ambush today, he might still be immersed in the dream of holding the Dragon Meteor Sword in his hand, commanding the Dragon Festival Order, and threatening the world and the Liangjiang Dragon Clan!
How could the majestic dragon clan allow a sharp sword to hang above their heads?
Even if it were, they would not let foreigners take charge, let alone the clan's most important treasure - the Dragon Festival Order!
Ao Qingli fulfilled his promise and did not make a mistake. The dragon clan did not participate in this battle, not even any demon clan, but the human clan did!
But in fact, he told Wu Ming that the Dragon Clan was involved and completely abandoned him!
Otherwise, given the apparent alliance between the human race and the dragon clan, how could the human race be allowed to ambush and kill the dragon commander?
And now, it happened outside Shigu Academy. Without Teacher Fan's permission or tacit approval, who would dare to fight in the academy's territory, and even use the tricks of miscellaneous families to deceive Wu Fu and others?
Even if he is really brave to this level, if Master Fan is in seclusion or goes out for something and doesn't notice it, how can he not notice it given the background of Shigu Academy?
"Did something happen to my maternal uncle?"
Wu Mingdao.
"Mr. Linyuan found his way back from the lost place. His righteousness was unparalleled. He killed twelve demon lords and died in the demon cave. The human race will remember his achievements!"
Cheng Jingyu raised his hands and said to heaven.
Wu Ming's eyelids drooped slightly and he remained silent. The most important link was completed!
If not, who would dare to ambush him here?
In everyone's opinion, even if Wu Mingming has extraordinary talents and is directly or indirectly cared for by several powerful people, it is mostly for Lu Jiuyuan's sake.
Even if this holy path is cut off, who can guarantee that he will not find another chance to resume the holy path during the great calamity?
This is an investment!
But now, all investments have been wasted!
The Holy Temples and the Dragon Clan have reached a consensus, and all forces have joined forces to use Wu Ming as an excuse to achieve the reputation of these powerful men before the catastrophe comes, and to provide cohesion for the Holy Temples!
Just imagine, the orders for Wu Ming to be wanted by the temples have been issued for many years. He has made many attempts before, all of which resulted in the loss of troops and generals, and returned without success.
Lu Jiuyuan even went so far as to kill several powerful semi-saints, and the impact was beyond imagination!
Especially this one is Mr. Linyuan, who is famous all over the world!
Now, he died in the devil's cave. In the eyes of everyone, there is no one to protect Wu Ming anymore!
Today's battle is also telling the world that Wu Ming, a mere Wu Ming, does not need to be like before. Everything is just Lu Jiuyuan being bewitched by him!
History is always written by the victors!
It is conceivable that after Wu Ming was killed, what kind of arrangement he would have for his past actions would eventually spread throughout the world!
"You can't kill me!"
Wu Ming smiled shyly, looked at Zhao Shuhang without fear, and slowly opened his arms.
It was such a simple action, but it made everyone present feel like they were facing a powerful enemy. Some even looked frightened, offered up treasures, and assumed defensive postures.
"Young man, you are outstanding, but unfortunately you are too stubborn and selfish, which has led to disaster today!"
Zhao Shuhang put his right hand behind his back, his waist slightly stooped, and looked at Wu Mingdao with a deep gaze, "If you are willing to change your mind, serve the human race and contribute to China during the great catastrophe, I can make the decision and save your life!"
"Mr. Jiujiu..."
Cheng Jingyu and others suddenly changed their expressions. They did not expect that this person would say this at this time.
Especially if he has a life-and-death feud today, with Wu Ming's behavior, even with this boss as a guarantee, he will have trouble sleeping and eating for the rest of his life.
"hehe!"
Wu Ming curled his lips, leaned over with difficulty, and reached out to pick up the broken lotus lantern, but missed it.
"This is a sacred object of heaven and earth, and no one is allowed to touch it!"
Zhao Shuhang gently took the lotus lantern into his palm, not even letting go of the tiniest fragments. When he looked at Wu Ming's face, his expression turned cold, "Don't think that there is a divine creature of chaos protecting the body, and the world pearl is melted into it." The eight extraordinary meridians can be integrated with your own essence, energy, and spirit, and you can sit back and relax!"
After hearing this, everyone was surprised and at the same time, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he didn’t understand what the divine object of chaos was, since this person said so, Wu Ming could already ignore the national destiny and blessings that Wu Ming relied on!
Even in other time periods, as long as anyone has one, it can be regarded as a death-free gold medal!
"You must record it truthfully!"
Wu Ming said something meaningful, slowly lowered his arms, the purple-green flames in his eyes extinguished, and then lay back.
Zhao Shuhang frowned slightly, and with a flick of his sleeve, it turned into a mysterious chain of runes, which penetrated directly through Wu Ming's bones and even into the major points of his body, disappearing in a flash.
"This son has been blessed by the destiny of the country and has been blessed by heaven and earth. He cannot be dealt with in a normal way. I will take him to Bianliang, the capital, to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth so that the destiny of the country can be restored without being damaged. You can disperse!"
Zhao Shuhang glanced at the broken lotus lantern in his hand, then took Wu Ming closer and said calmly.
"Junior, please retire!"
Everyone did not dare to have any opinions and immediately dispersed, and soon the town returned to calm.
"Why!"
Zhao Shuhang looked around at the mess around him and let out a sigh of pity. He shook his head and nodded slightly towards the location of Shigu Academy. He suddenly frowned and looked straight to the north with a blazing light in his eyes.
"The sword energy is everywhere, the demonic energy is soaring to the sky, someone is taking action in the capital?"
In a moment of suspicion, a breeze blew up, and Zhao Shuhang disappeared without a trace.
At the corner of the messy street, there was a slight rustling, but a young and handsome young man was seen walking slowly, holding a pen and paper, writing and drawing. He was the grandson of the current Taishi Ling of the Song Dynasty, Xiao Linggong - Sima
Rui!
…
boom!
Almost at the same time, the sky above Bianliang City was thundering, the situation changed, and the sky was so powerful that it dominated the world.
But in the rolling dark clouds, a ten thousand-foot-long dragon shadow exuded overwhelming dragon power, shining with golden light, as if it had the power to block out the sky and the sun, and actually surrounded the entire Bianliang City.
A tall, slender woman with a handsome face, no less than a man, about thirty years old, stood holding a sword, seemingly unaware of the overwhelming dragon's power.
If Wu Ming were here, he would definitely recognize that this woman is the master of the Red Sleeve Move - Li Twelve Niang!
"Master Li Yuan, you and I have no grievances or enmities, so why did you enter the capital without permission, destroy my cave, and disturb my Qing Dynasty?"
The roar of the dragon rolled out like thunder, causing everyone's scalps to tingle. It was the Golden Scale Demon Emperor, or to be precise, the current Golden Scale Demon Saint!
"Jin Lin, if you arrest me, Hong Xiu, to recruit disciples to practice evil arts, how can I ignore you?"
Li Twelve Niang smiled coldly, the sword in her hand showing its sharp edge.
"Don't talk nonsense. I am now the sacred beast that protects the country of the Song Dynasty. How can I use human beings to practice martial arts?"
Jin Lin was furious and poked his head out from the dark clouds. A golden-red dragon head stood out, and a dim light appeared in the dragon's eyes. He said solemnly, "The Red Sleeve Moves are a notorious killer organization in China. I don't want to take advantage of the great catastrophe."
If there is any conflict here, leave quickly, otherwise you will not blame me for being rude!"
"I also want to see how you can be so rude!"
Li Twelve Niang stood up with her sword in hand. She was worse than an ant in front of the dragon's body, but the golden-scaled demon saint coiled up in a snake formation and assumed a defensive posture, looking extremely fearful.
In fact, no powerful person in this world dares to look down upon Li Twelve Niang, who has now achieved the status of Sword Saint.
He studied under the supreme swordsman, and he had a deep connection with the taboos of the past. His swordsmanship was so extraordinary that he became a saint!
Boom boom boom!
The two saints fought in the air, and the radiant power of heaven was like the coming of the end. The people in Bianliang City were overwhelmed with fear. If it were not for the protection of the large formation, I am afraid that it would have collapsed a hundred miles away.
But what is horrifying is that the imperial city is actually filled with turbulent waves and roaring, with bursts of shouts and angry accusations coming and going, and the sound of killing is loud!
A rare and powerful man no longer had any cover up, and he was fighting in the city. Teams of guards with bright armor were running around like headless flies, unable to intervene at all.
Because, at some point, their leader or general was inexplicably unable to be contacted!
Even those who can show up are most likely injured or poisoned, too overwhelmed to take care of themselves, and unable to organize an effective resistance, let alone the intruder's whereabouts are mysterious and extremely powerful.
What's even more frightening is that the other party doesn't entangle with it at all, nor does it kill anyone, it's just sabotage in secret!
The damage caused by this can be imagined!
And deep in the palace, at the bottom of the deep pool, in the forbidden area of the magnificent palace, a man and a woman were wandering in front of the door.
The woman's face was extremely beautiful, but she was pacing back and forth with a look of worry. The man's face was green and pale, slightly cold, and his long and narrow eyes were filled with pride. They were Jin Liuli and Jin Qing, siblings!
"Wow!"
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a clear cry came from the door. (To be continued)