Chapter 1 His amazing perseverance has no audience (revision)
Chapter 1: His amazing perseverance has no audience
The sun hangs high in the sky, spreading its light and heat impartially to the world. It does not distinguish between old and young, high or low. Great love is like ruthlessness.
As the young deer fords the stream, birds fly through the forest.
At first, all I could see was a dark red spot on the horizon, approaching in the blink of an eye.
The tail of the flames connected into a line of fire, like a god swiping a pen, cutting through the sky.
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in Zhuang Kingdom were almost ignited by this line of fire. Suddenly, a black light shot up into the sky and blocked the road ahead.
A cold connection is established between heaven and earth, and the vitality surges. The southeast, northwest, and evil are suddenly connected!
The sky in this corner of the northeastern corner of Zhuang Country was shrouded in dark clouds.
Sunny and then dark.
A muffled groan rang in the air: "Nine Evils Xuanyin!"
The light spot only entangled with the evil cloud for a moment before falling from the sky.
The light spots fall faster and faster, and become bigger and bigger, until finally...
Howling like a falling star!
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There are few people in the countryside outside Maplewood City. There is only a small Taoist temple, which has long been dilapidated and abandoned.
"boom!"
The fire point fell to the ground, creating a huge deep pit, but it seemed to be restrained by some kind of force, and the aftermath did not expand. When the billowing smoke and dust dispersed, a man in a flame robe appeared.
This man has sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, a handsome figure, and a red flame robe with complicated and elegant patterns, which makes him look extraordinary. It’s only now that his temples are messy and his robe has cracks, which makes him look a little embarrassed.
"I didn't expect that I, Zuo Guanglie, would die in such a remote place..." The man in flame robe turned his eyes, looked around, and asked with an inexplicable sadness: "What is the name of this place?"
The day suddenly darkened again, and the meteorite fell again. The few beggars living in the poor temple were already frightened to death, and they were kowtowing in front of the gate. When they heard the question, one of them said tremblingly: "Immortal...
...Master Immortal, this is the outskirts of Fenglin City, this Taoist temple...I...we don't know the name."
The flame-robed man moved his fingers slightly, ready to wipe away these beggars.
In today's world of great strife, countries are constantly conquering. But in recent years, no war has been as intense as the great battle between Qin and Chu. Both sides invested nearly 100,000 cultivators. In the valley and plains at the center of the battle, there was not even a blade of grass.
To survive, the ground collapsed for hundreds of miles.
As the core figure of the losing side, especially when he broke through Hangu Pass alone and almost reversed the situation of the battle, there is no need to complain about being chased from heaven to earth.
However, these beggars are also beggars of the Zhuang State. The Zhuang State dared to secretly help the Qin Dynasty and allowed it to set up an ambush in the territory... These people should all die.
But Zuo Guanglie turned his hand again and extinguished the sparks from his fingertips.
"Zuo Guanglie, Zuo Guanglie, is this what you want? To vent your anger on these poor people who no one cares about?"
Zuo Guanglie muttered and sighed, "You guys go."
He put his hands behind his back and turned his head, already looking towards the ink-stained sky. His enemies were there, those strong men hiding in the dark, approaching like a pack of wolves, were the ones Zuo Guanglie wanted to kill!
The beggars stood up and ran away as if they had received amnesty. Only the beggar who answered first hesitated for a moment, but the companion next to him pulled him to his knees: "Do you want to die?"
The beggars ran as fast as they could. They had probably never run like this for themselves in their entire lives.
Zuo Guanglie did not change his gaze, but frowned slightly, "Aren't you going to take your companions with you?"
Within the scope of his spiritual insight, there are no secrets.
The wooden statues in the Taoist temple have long since disappeared, or were burned by beggars as firewood. But there is still a weak beggar lying under the altar table, motionless, probably counting the days and waiting for death - this is the beggar from before.
Reasons for hesitation.
It is human nature not to carry any baggage when escaping. But Zuo Guanglie could not ignore it.
Those who have come out of the battlefield know the meaning of companions best. Zuo Guanglie is very aware that his body is almost exhausted, but he will never forget what brought him to where he is today.
The beggars did not dare to refuse the words of the mysterious immortal. They even ran back in a swarm.
Trying my best, panting.
But in the eyes of some people looking at this place, they are no more tenacious than an ant, nor slightly faster than a snail.
It's really... too slow!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
There was a sudden and intensive scream on the other side.
Countless translucent water arrows flew in like a swarm of locusts, gathered together by some force, and shot towards Zuo Guanglie.
The water energy is surging crazily in this world.
The translucent arrow rain was in the shape of a huge funnel, covering half of the sky!
This is a very representative Taoist technique of large-scale destruction by the Qin army, a rain of arrows.
"coming!"
Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky. The strong wind stirred up his flame robe and long hair. He raised his right hand high. The wide sleeves of the red flame robe fell down, revealing his arms that were like jade sculptures.
White and powerful.
A red light group was born in the palm of his hand, and the next moment the light exploded. Violent strong light radiated in all directions.
Just like Zuo Guanglie, he raised a sun with one hand!
This is his original Taoist technique, and he became famous in the Yellow River Society with this technique when he was fifteen years old.
Blazing sun!
Countless translucent water arrows refracted the sunlight falling from the sky into various colors, and were dyed red the next moment.
It was an extremely violent, extremely fiery red color!
With Zuo Guanglie's right hand as the center of the circle, the sky with a radius of hundreds of feet was shrouded in red, and thousands of arrows rained down into the sky.
This scene is so magnificent that it is difficult for anyone to notice the faint ink marks on the corners of the scroll.
Before the blazing sun spread, countless arrows had already escaped and fell. The running beggars fell to the ground one after another. The corpses were densely covered with holes.
They didn't even have a chance to scream, and they were already dead.
Life is so fragile.
"Killing indiscriminately is your way?" Zuo Guanglie's lips curled up with a touch of sarcasm. He didn't know who he was talking to. But his eyes as bright as stars were gradually covered by a cold emotion.
"Whoever dares to hold back when killing Zuo Guanglie is a complete idiot." Accompanied by a cold voice, a group of monks wearing black standard robes landed on the ground, faintly sealing the four directions.
The head cultivator has a thin face and pale complexion. The mysterious robe on his body has frost patterns embroidered on the corners of the robe.
He had a pair of narrow eyes, and he stared at Zuo Guanglie with those eyes: "Is this a mere ant in your eyes?"
While he was speaking, the Xuanpao cultivators who followed him were already performing the rituals. Their movements were surprisingly consistent, as if they were carved from the same mold.
A series of eighteen translucent water snakes suddenly took shape, screaming in the air, and biting towards the left Guanglie.
From showing up to taking action, not a breath of time was wasted.
The low-level Taoist skills such as the Binding of the Snake are particularly powerful and fierce under their skillful control.
Zuo Guanglie's expression remained unchanged, he pulled his hands together, and a flaming sword took shape in his palms.
"Ram white."
He held the flaming knife in his hand, turned it several times in the air, and cut the approaching water snake into two pieces.
He no longer needs to kill a Taoist technique of this level like the Flame Knife.
"Since even the Nine Evils Xuanyin Formation has been moved here, why are you still wasting your and my lives with this boring Taoist magic?"
"Please don't get me wrong..." Gongyang Bai spread his clasped hands in front of him and suddenly raised them, "My respect!"
The bodies of the water snakes that fell to the ground not only did not melt away, but instead jumped up one after another in the next moment, cutting off their tails and regenerating their heads, and then adding half of their heads to their tails.
One divided into two, two divided into four... Under the influence of the Nine Evils Xuanyin Formation, these water snakes became more and more ferocious.
This is a brand new change of the Binding of the Snake, which has never been seen before. It can be said that it gives a new life to the Binding of the Snake, giving this Taoist technique a wider application space. It must be the result of painstaking research by the Qin State Military Department.
It is the Cave of the Troubled Water Snake.
Hiss~hiss~hiss~
The sound is heartbreaking.
Zuo Guanglie was surrounded by dense and ferocious water snakes. As far as the eye could see, it seemed as if he was trapped in an endless snake cave!
He seemed to be in dire straits.
But his voice still sounded, clear and firm.
"Yingwu is even willing to use the Nine Evils Xuanyin Formation, so I deserve to die. But this Taoist temple doesn't even have a name... How can this nameless place be qualified to bury me, Zuo Guanglie!?"
Flames suddenly burst out from his body.
Burning, with teeth and claws.
This fire ignites immediately when it encounters objects, forming lines from dots to spreading out in an instant.
The magic of fire can set a prairie ablaze.
When he was seventeen years old, he used this technique to burn and kill thousands of demons, which shocked the border areas!
The entire Chaotic Water Snake Cave burned, and countless water snakes struggled and hissed in the flames, turning into water vapor.
In the steaming and roaring water vapor, Zuo Guanglie soared into the sky, his long hair fluttering and his momentum fierce.
At this moment, there was an eagle cry!
A giant black eagle flew down from high altitude. It faced Zuo Guanglie and waved its wings suddenly.
Hundreds of iron feathers roared over with swords in their hands. Each sword light had a different sword style, either fierce or sinister.
The light of the sword poured down like a sudden rain, slashing Zuo Guanglie into the snake cave again.
Mechanical beast·Sword-feathered eagle.
On the back of the flying eagle, a barefoot man with a mask on his face and a copper box hanging on his back stood in the wind, silent. In other words, his words were already reflected in the light of the sword.
With the support of the Nine Evils Mysterious Yin Formation, thousands of snakes grew wildly and were constantly regenerated. The technique of starting a prairie fire did not last long and was slowly dispelled.
If you defend for a long time, you will lose. Water snakes kept cutting wounds on Zuo Guanglie's body, bringing out blood. Zuo Guanglie could only grunt and wave the flaming knife with one hand, only to drive back the water snakes that attacked his vital parts.
Thousands of snakes bite the body, and Xuanyin cuts the soul.
The bruised forehead showed how much pain he was suffering, but his eyes were firm and his other hand was still making the knot.
He never gave up for a moment!
Gongyang Bai glanced at the man on the back of the flying eagle, and no longer hesitated. He clasped his fingers together and raised them in front of him, his long hair calmly said, "Relax your hands now, and you can still have the whole body sent back to your homeland! Because... next
Even I can’t control the power of this Taoist skill!!”
The temperature dropped sharply, and a wisp of white frost condensed on his eyebrows. The entire Chaotic Water Snake Cave was stagnant, covered by a layer of solid ice.
This is extremely cold, extremely cold, indestructible ice.
And this Taoist technique is the Xuanbing Dungeon, an untransmitted secret technique driven by the power of blood of the famous Gongyang family in the Qin State.
Those who enter this dungeon will freeze their breath in one breath, freeze their blood in the second breath, and freeze to death in the third breath.
The water snake froze into an ice snake, and Zuo Guanglie was also covered in white frost.
Gongyang Bai watched all this silently, and his blood flow froze in his next breath.
but!
Everyone present suddenly heard the sound of the rushing river. The turbulence was like a roaring wave. It was Zuo Guanglie's blood rushing!
"Boiling! Blood! Burning! Soul!"
The flame robe is burning, the long hair is burning, the eyebrows are burning, the flesh and blood are burning, the soul... is burning!
Body and mind, life and soul, everything is burning.
Solid ice turned into water, running water turned into steam, whether it was the Chaos Snake Cave or the Black Ice Dungeon, they all disintegrated in an instant. In the vast white water vapor, Zuo Guanglie had become a burning man.
He looked down at his flaming hands and murmured: "It is indeed a forbidden technique of the imperial dynasty. In such power, I seem to see... the true meaning of fire."
Then he suddenly looked at the sword-feathered eagle in the sky, "Too weak."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person appeared in mid-air.
The barefoot masked man pointed his toes and fell in an upside-down posture, allowing the precious sword-feathered flying eagle to be destroyed by the raging flames and turned into ashes!
"Too weak, Mo Jingyu!" Zuo Guanglie crossed his hands, and his Taoist skills were completed in an instant.
The flames seemed to appear out of thin air, but they continued to grow. The entire sky was occupied by flames. The sky, the earth, and everything in the battle space were blazing with flames.
Even the evil clouds gathered in the high sky by the Nine Evils Mysterious Yin Formation seemed to have become firewood!
Fireworks burn the city!
This Taoist technique can be said to be Zuo Guanglie's most genius creation. At the age of nineteen, he used this technique to destroy a city in one battle!
The Flower of Fire is extremely beautiful and extremely powerful.
The masked man named Mo Jingyu flew upside down with his hands wide open and his fingers spread out. Each finger was connected to a translucent silk thread. The other end of the silk thread was connected to the copper box and he suddenly pulled it out!
Puppet flying crow!
His fingers were like piercing flowers, and densely packed puppet crows flew out of the box and rushed towards the fireworks. Each crow would extinguish a group of fireworks, but the fireworks seemed infinite, and the number of crows flying out became less and less.
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Gongyang Bai didn't care about the backlash of the Xuanbing dungeon being broken. He pressed his index finger against his chin and suddenly opened his mouth! White cold mist spurted out from his mouth. Wherever it went, the fireworks were annihilated.
The secret technique of bloodline, breathing into frost!
The group of Taoists he brought also did not hesitate and made the farewell together.
The water vapor produced by the collision of fireworks and hoarfrost in the sky gathers high in the sky at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the white water vapor gathers into clouds. Then the white clouds turn overcast, the clouds lead to clouds, and the clouds pile up.
Suddenly there was a downpour, and screams broke through the air.
The three Taoist techniques of gathering energy, cumulating clouds, and overcast clouds are combined, resulting in this torrential rain!
"Too weak..." Zuo Guanglie, whose whole body was burning with flames, shouted: "Too weak!"
His momentum is rising like an explosion, and his pressure is like a landslide.
In the sea of fire, he looked up to the sky and roared: "The power of extreme flames, burning the sky and boiling the sea, I wish the True Ancestor Rong to come into my body!"
In his body, a warm fire that was very different from the others suddenly swelled.
Just this slight change in expansion caused the crows in the sky to spontaneously combust! The clouds suddenly dispersed!
Everyone who besieged Zuo Guanglie vomited blood.
Even Gongyang Bai's face turned pale: "How is that possible! Where did he get Zhu Rong's seed? How could he be able to move Zhu Rong's true body?"
"This is Zuo Guanglie..." Mo Jingyu promptly cut off the connection with the puppet Flying Crow. At this moment, he spread a pair of mechanical iron wings on his back, hanging on the side of Gong Yangbai's body. His voice was too solemn to be softened, "Almost by myself,
Use your strength to kill the people who pass through Hangu Pass!"
In this huge, infinitely expanding power of fire, Zuo Guanglie roared: "Who is qualified to kill me!"
"Come on! Mo Jingyu!"
"Ram White!"
With a wave of his hand, the fire dragon tore through the air, forcing Gongyang Bai Mo Jingyu and others to retreat.
"What a famous family! Aristocratic family! Genius! Do you still dare to claim it in front of me? You are a bunch of weaklings, cowards, and incompetent people!"
He seemed to be driven crazy by the Zhurong seed and lost his mind.
"The shame of the family and the hatred of the country cannot be washed away by rivers and seas!"
He laughed so much that he shed tears, but the tears were burned away in an instant.
"Here is the great head, who can cut it off?"
"The only one who kills my body is me, and the only one who burns my soul is Zhu Rong!"
Behind him there was a majestic shadow of a god holding a fire dragon in his hand. Its powerful pressure was suffocating.
"Who can kill me?!"
Mo Jingyu reached behind his back and tried to open the copper box he was carrying as a last resort to save his life. But his hands kept shaking and he had no extra strength to open the lid.
In his spiritual perception, there was no wilderness, no ruins, or even a single person. There was only fire, only boundless waves of flames. The soaring temperature almost distorted the space and almost incinerated his thinking.
Before such a powerful force, what was the difference between him and the beggars who died before?
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On the horizon, there is a cold light coming from the west.
Gongyang Bai just caught this scene with his peripheral vision, and he had the illusion that his eyes were cut! He had no time to investigate, because in the moment he saw it, the cold light had already escaped to Zuo Guanglie and passed by him!
Zuo Guanglie's roar stopped abruptly.
"It's so noisy."
A young man dressed in white suddenly appeared.
He had an extremely cold face and stood sideways, as if he was always keeping a distance from the world.
He slowly sheathed his sword and his voice was calm without any fluctuation.
Zuo Guanglie's head suddenly fell and he spun around twice on the ground, but because he had used the Boiling Blood Burning Soul, not a drop of blood could be sprayed out.
It was only then that a piercing, thunderous scream sounded in the air!
That was the sound of the man in white swiping his sword from the west, piercing the sky!
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Gongyang Bai and Mo Jingyu looked at each other, and both saw huge horror in each other's eyes.
"Li Yi, I am under the order of His Highness Yingwu..."
But Gongyang Bai just shut up as soon as he said this. He didn't even have time to finish his words. At the next moment, he picked up Zuo Guanglie's head, turned around and ran away.
Because the man in white has turned his attention to him.
His hair, his eyebrows, his eyes, and even the corners of his lips were as sharp as swords. But his eyes were so bland that they were almost lukewarm.
But there is a chilling indifference in this warmth.
Whether it is a genius inherited from hundreds of ancient temple families, or a bloodline of countless famous families in the world.
No one dared to ask why, no one dared to say one more word.
There were only silhouettes of people running away hastily.
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Zuo Guanglie died, but the Zhurong fire in his body did not dissipate and was still slowly expanding.
This power is beyond the control of Zuo Guanglie, who is exhausted. He is just an introduction and a medium. With his genius and determination, the great power of Zhu Rong's true body can be vented in this world for a moment.
The man in white shook out a black token and stared silently.
The black token was silent for a long time before a domineering voice sounded, "Liang Qing."
As soon as he finished speaking, the token made of extraordinary material seemed to be unable to withstand the sound. It instantly shattered into countless black flakes, slipped through Li Yi's fingers, and fell rustlingly.
It wasn't until all the Taoists left and the tokens in their hands shattered that Li Yi tilted his head slightly and looked at the expanding Zhurong Fire Seed.
He stretched out a long, thin, white hand, with his fingers folded into a pocket shape.
It was only at this moment, when no one could notice, that he showed a trace of childlike innocence amidst his usual meekness and indifference.
He shouted softly: "Bang!"
When the five fingers are opened, it happens to be the time for the Zhurong seed to explode.
An invisible force restrained the explosion, preventing it from spreading. It only exploded Zuo Guanglie's body into countless pieces of flesh.
The red flames bloomed in the small world, shining brightly in an instant and splendidly in one place.
This ultimate beauty can only be appreciated by him alone.
The corners of Li Yi's mouth raised slightly, but it only subsided for a moment.
The fireworks are over.
He didn't even look at what was left behind Zuo Guanglie's body, and he didn't even show any nostalgia for it. He jumped away in the blink of an eye with his sword.
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From the beginning to the end, no one paid any attention to the nameless battle outside the Poguan.
For a strong cultivator, it is difficult to care about the weak Zhuang country. For the three thousand miles of Zhuang country, Maplewood City is as small as dust. And even for the small Maplewood City itself, this place in the countryside is as small as dust.
Chupo Guan has long been forgotten.
But there are not no people in this dilapidated Taoist temple.
That was a beggar who was dying and just waiting for death.
He was ready to die and was waiting, but he was not dead yet and "heard" this wonderful battle from beginning to end.
When the battle is over, everything becomes quiet.
He is still alive.
He may be lucky, but the word lucky is so inconsistent with him. His ragged clothes, thin and sick face, and even his almost free breathing all illustrate the definition of misfortune.
But he is still alive after all.
He thought for a while, tried his best to turn over, and rolled out from under the altar table.
He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to stand up unsteadily.
He stood up after all.
There are a total of one hundred and thirty-seven steps from the altar table to the outside of the Taoist temple.
It took a total of 324 steps from the entrance of the Taoist temple to Zuo Guanglie's body.
The beggar silently counted his steps and kept telling himself that he was almost there.
Soon.
Every muscle in the body was protesting and trembling.
No one knows where he got the strength to move forward.
His amazing perseverance has no audience.
Now he stood in front of Zuo Guanglie's body, and the journey had finally come to an end - if that pile of minced meat could still be called a corpse.
He slowly, slowly squatted down. Squatting was too strenuous, so he simply sat down.
He was really very ill. From the stains that made his face unrecognizable, you could still see the pale white color of his weakness.
His hands were even shaking.
Trembling, he groped and groped through the pile of minced meat.
Minced meat, minced meat, bone stubble, broken metal, shredded meat, finger bones, half a piece of unrecognizable wood...
A bottle!
After opening the mass of unrecognizable flesh and blood, I found this half-shaped jade bottle!
The mouth of the bottle was completely blown away, leaving only half of the bottle's belly.
The beggar suppressed his slightly heavy breathing and brought the jade bottle in front of him.
He carefully removed the piece of meat that was blocking the bottle and looked at the bottom of the bottle.
He saw the only thing left in the bottle, a black and round pill, and his breathing stopped.
He recognized that it was the Pulse Opening Pill that he had longed for, obtained and lost in the end!