Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 39: The dragon has a long back and the slaughter is going on

Xia Ji sits at the head of the paper crane.

Flying on white clouds.

There is no flying sword by his side, no magic weapon, but everything in the world is already his weapon.

At the foot of the foot, the mountains and rivers are far apart.

And he went to every sect, and what he had to do was very simple.

Ask "where is the god", then kill what should be killed, or throw away what should not be killed.

He doesn't know if he killed the wrong person, but as long as he has entered this rolling red calamity, it doesn't matter whether the killing is right or wrong. In essence, he is killing.

Killing itself is by no means kind. The key is what kind of world it will bring after killing.

When he closed his eyes, the brilliant and splendid "History of Creation" appeared in his mind, as well as Xiao Su's painful cry, Miao Miao's appearance of running away, and many other things about this god. disasters they created.

That's enough...

Kill it.

Kill.

Kill.

There was a blackness in his rushing mind.

My heart, which seemed to never be turbulent, began to churn, began to boil, and began to beat the stormy waves.

He is flying.

Kill.

Whoever does not speak will kill.

Kill those who see evil.

From south to north.

From white to black.

The Sect Master of Fengqing Sect has committed suicide, because when he was in a sect, the Sect Master told him that because he led the way for the enemy, his family had been executed by the heretical hall of the Temple of the Gods.

Therefore, the Sect Master of Fengqing Sect lost his mind. After leaving all the remaining information, he directly cut off his heart and jumped from the paper crane.

The bottom of Zhang Jin's heart finally became fearful. After the initial excitement, he saw the icy crushing scene, and suddenly understood what level of war he was about to be involved in.

There was no temperature at all in that battle. He might just stand on the side, and he would be crushed, so he said goodbye.

Xia Ji understood what he meant, and just let him go. This kind of battle is not something these monks can bear. If you want to witness that I brought you here, if you are afraid, I will let you go.

Murder is nothing to be excited about, even if it's for the uncontrollable anger in my heart, it's just like drinking poison to quench thirst.

The paper crane **** its wings, fanning the wind and clouds.

Because Xia Ji's air cover is open, there is no high-altitude crosswind that can enter Zhihe's range.

He glanced sideways at Miao Miao and Xiao Su.

Xiao Su is already a little dumbfounded. She just coughs instinctively from time to time. She stares into the distance, as if to freeze forever.

Miaomiao was beside her, and when she saw Xia Ji's gaze, she suddenly said: "Sir, you don't need to feel guilty. Because everyone who died in your hands deserves to die. You were not on this land before. I don’t know how much evil these people have done.”

Xia Jidao: "I teach people to be kind and not to turn evil to evil, but I violated it myself."

Miao Miao blinked at him.

Xia Ji said: "I violated it, but I don't regret it... As I went deeper, something seemed to be throbbing in my heart, as if a devil was hatching.

Death and blood will be the nourishment of this devil, and if it comes out one day, I don't know what I will be like. "

"Mr...sir..."

"Call me Uncle, you have been calling me for many years in the past. Since everything is destined to come back, you and I are destined to get to know each other again, then call me Uncle?"

"I, was really your wife in the past?"

"So will the future."

Miaomiao's eyes showed confusion. Her small, flawless hands spread like claws, pressing on the paper cranes. She watched as many monks flew up from the sect in the mountain in the distance.

Then, it's the familiar process again.

Yes, they won't say it, otherwise what they are waiting for is the judgment of the Temple of Heresy, not to mention they really don't know where the gods are.

Xia Ji waved his hand, and a wave passed, destroying the wave of swords flying from the sea of ​​clouds on the opposite side.

The action is effortless.

It can be said that the sword immortals are all wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Although Wei Zhou was big, such a huge movement still threw him onto a brightly focused stage. All the major forces, whether human, monster, or monk, began to know that someone was looking for trouble in the court of the gods.

And those mortals who were oppressed and persecuted by the temples of the gods or the sect slaughtered by Xia Ji secretly applauded,

As for those who have been mutilated to the point of nothing, they are crying and roaring, shouting like a vent, "The way of heaven has reincarnation, and good and evil have retribution."

"Slaughter the gods, kill them."

"What gods are they?"

"Stop talking..."

"It doesn't matter if I say it, I only have one bad life left. If I can cheer for that person, what if I give up my life?"

"For hundreds of years, for hundreds of years, the robbery demon did not kill us, but the gods were on top, slaughtering fish and meat to fool the world."

"God... gosh, have you finally opened your eyes?"

"It's not God, it's the One."

"I really want to see him, and I want to tell him that he's not alone... Even if I'm not enough to stand behind him or see his majestic slaughter, I still want to go."

"I... want to watch him, how to slaughter those beasts, if they die, they will die."

"Although ants can steal their lives, they never fear death!!"

The one-leafed paper crane in the high place is like a prairie fire.

It flutters its wings, and wherever it goes, the fire that is hidden in the hearts of the heart has been burned.

Tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions...

Millions of miles, hundreds of thousands of miles, hundreds of thousands of miles...

Wei Zhou is very big, and although the paper crane is fast, it is not fast on this board, crawling like a snail step by step.

The flame of the heart, the silent cry, was completely detonated over time.

The sky and the earth are about to boil, and the people who are walking down the street, those who are disabled, those who are in pain, and those who cry, all look up at the sky.

There is nothing in the sky tomorrow, just white clouds or dark clouds as always.

But they suddenly fell in love with looking up, instead of being humble like the dirt on the ground that was trampled on, they only dared to bow their heads, only dare to look at their toes, and only dare to say "I'm sorry, sorry".

Because, they knew, there was a man there, sitting on a paper crane, who was going to slaughter the god.

They don't know who that person is.

I don't know why I went to slaughter the god.

But they were genuinely happy, and when they had hope, they had no regrets even if they gave their lives for it.

A world of pain, a land of tears.

The gray world, fueled by tears and pain, burned violently, rising into the raging fire that had been oppressed for hundreds of years.

"Kill."

"Kill."

"Kill."

"Kill them."

People's eyes.

People's hearts.

The cry of the people.

Gathering from all directions.

But Xia Ji couldn't feel it.

Every time he kills one person, there is more darkness in his heart.

But the beauty is there.

But Xiao Su is here.

He thinks it doesn't matter.

It's good to be spotless, but if you have to do something, why cherish your feathers,

Dye, black, that's all.

I came from the light and went to the dark.

No complaints and no regrets.

...

...

Late spring.

The snow melts.

Besides the long bridge connecting the north and south borders of Weizhou, there is a barefoot monk in sackcloth standing.

The bridge is hundreds of miles long.

Under the bridge is the ocean current. Under this huge bridge that is hundreds of miles wide, it rolls away and rushes endlessly, hitting the dark and hard cliffs, causing endless snow waves.

The barefoot monk's eyes were filled with compassion, he was holding a simple scripture in his left hand, and he muttered "Lead me from fantasy to truth, from darkness to light, and from death to eternity".

This is a passage from the Vedas, the Great Forest Upanishads.

And that quaint scripture is the ancient Vedas.

The barefoot monk's name is Brahma.

It is the twenty heavens of Buddhism.

Has been "killed" by Xia Ji 1,500 years ago.

But for unknown reasons, he was reborn in Shilu Temple and was born in a wonderful "egg" at the very center of the temple.

At this point...

Great Brahma just looked at the unbridled river with a smile on his face.

Soon...

If he looked up, he saw a paper crane on the bridge, so he stepped forward and said to the man on the crane, "I have seen Mr."

Xia Ji recognized the man at a glance.

Nowadays, he naturally knows that there are many mysteries in the world, and the twenty heavens of Buddhism also hide secrets of different levels, and Brahma, the head of the twenty heavens, is even more mysterious.

He asked, "What is the monk doing here?"

Da Brahma said: "This bridge is called Tianlongbei, which connects the north and the south, and this bridge is very mysterious, so the old man came here to tell you."

"Where is the magic?"

"There is a lot of spiritual energy, but there is no power of heaven and earth, no good and evil karma, no flying sword, no wind, and so on. And water is weaker, falling into the water is sinking into the water until The ocean floor will never rise again."

The Great Brahma talks eloquently.

"As for the **** that Mr. is looking for is not in the south, but in the north, do you know why?"

Xia Jidao: "You said."

Da Brahma said: "Because the Buddha is in the south, and the demon is in the north."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a while, and continued: "Monks and demons are incompatible. It is understandable to fight on weekdays, and the old man will not participate much.

The demons need to enter the world to refine their minds, but they are mostly like blank sheets of paper, ignorant and ignorant. If they meet a good person, they are good demons, otherwise they are evil demons.

But the demons are also different in nature after all, and the good and the bad are mixed.

If the monks can't see these, they will go to subdue the demons and subdue the demons,

The cause and effect are intricate and complicated.

However, hundreds of years ago, the gods suddenly came from the east and set foot here, and then I don't know what happened. In short, the gods suddenly mixed with the demons.

The gods are inherently infinite, and the demons are no longer shy when they have the gods.

The current Northland scene is absurd. "

After Da Brahma finished speaking quietly, he looked at Xia Ji, "I heard that Mr. wants to slaughter the gods, so Lao Na will wait here and go north with Mr."

After saying that, Da Brahma smiled, put his hands together, and bowed gently.

Xia Ji said oddly, "How do you know I'm slaughtering God?"

Da Brahma said with a smile: "Who in the world doesn't know?"

His merciful eyes looked at the entrance of the long bridge connecting the north and the south, "God also knows that you are here, this hundred-mile-long bridge is sad, and this ocean of weak water is difficult to cross. Lao Na is here to help you. /

The north is hell, Lao Na would like to go to **** with Mr. "

Miao Miao supported Xiao Su, who was confused and confused. Although the two had little strength, they were not afraid of attacking because of Ding Haizhu, but Xia Ji looked at the mysterious bridge, but did not know whether to take the two over there. .

However, if he didn't bring it, he was worried.

When Da Brahma said those words, he didn't say more, stood at the entrance of Tianlong's back, bowed his head and waited quietly.

Soon...

Suddenly there was a loud laugh in the distance.

"The monk came here alone, did he not call me, did he look down on me Cui Zhi?"

The loud laughter didn't arrive until one of them was walking on the wind. After a few freezes in the space, he landed at a distance of a hundred feet from Xia Ji, stopped his speed, and came slowly.

This person hides arrogance between the eyebrows, walking like a mountain, with a spear and a knife stuck in the back, and the weapon is a magic weapon, and this spear and knife can be assembled to form a huge sickle, especially Good at harvesting in not narrow or wide areas.

Tianlongbei is such a place.

The visitor walked to thirty feet, looked at Xia Ji, and said with a smile, "Cui Zhi, I would like to give up my life and go north with my husband."

Xia Ji thought for a while, and realized that the trajectory of his slaughtering sect must be noticed by many people, so they knew that they were coming north, so they waited here.

Just...

He wondered, "Why come with me?"

Cui Zhidao: "Sir, don't laugh, I used to be afraid, but now I'm not afraid."

Xia Ji asked: "Why not be afraid?"

Cui Zhidao: "If you say that this southern land is the embers of the fire, then the gentleman is the seed of the fire, and the seed of the fire that falls into the place of the embers will cause the fire to start a prairie fire.

This mind burns everyone, so to speak, and naturally burns people like me. If I don't raise my head this time, I'm afraid that my heart will not be able to pass in this life.

So here I am. "

Xia Ji asked: "Who are you?"

Cui Zhi smiled and said, "It's just people who are going to die, so why ask more."

After all, he went forward, stood at the entrance of Tianlongbei, and stood with Da Fantian, but just by looking at the way the two of them got along, he knew that this Cui Zhi must be a top player here, and his strength is not great. Under Brahma.

In a short while, I saw that between heaven and earth, many figures swarmed, each of them was not an ordinary person, there were monks, there were people dressed as immortals, there were swordsmen who looked like scholars, and there were beggars in ragged clothes. , There is a fairy with a smile like a flower, and there is a general who is domineering and a devil like a king.....

Different.

But the same is that each of them exudes a unique momentum, which is the embodiment of their own mental strength, the condensation of spiritual energy, and has nothing to do with realm.

But just from the way they get along with each other and the way they chat, they all know that these people must be heroes born in the world.

Each of them had a smile in their eyes.

Miaomiao was very happy to see so many people coming to help Xia Ji.

She ran behind Xia Ji, pushed him and said, "Big... Big brother, look, you don't know, although you can't see it, but there are many people who are helping you."

Xia Ji listened to the strange title.

Miaomiao's eyes turned into a small crescent with a smile, "You asked me to call me Uncle, but I don't. Besides, how do you look like Uncle?"

Xia Jidao: "You..."

Miaomiao interrupted him, "I want to accompany you to the bridge."

Xia Ji hesitated and said, "Okay, you protect Xiao Wu, never leave me at any time."

"I know, my long-winded brother."

Xia Ji can't wait to see many people gathered here. He has completed the adjustment of his state, and now his whole person is like a cutting edge, intact and full of sharpness.

He is about to step forward.

In the distance, a man who is almost four meters tall and looks like a general said: "Sir, wait a minute, there are still many people who haven't come. If these people can't be with you, they will regret it for life."

On the other side, a green-shirted fairy leaned softly on the bridge pile on Tianlong's back and said, "We are flying fast, some people came on horseback, and some people ran over, their speed Slow, but their hearts are the same, sir, just wait for them."

Another hero-like person said: "The drunk will live, and the awake will die. The drunk live as slaves, and the awake fight and die. The slaves have been drinking for hundreds of years, drunk and dead, walking dead, and now they finally woke up, sir, just wait for them. "

Xia Ji responded and raised his head.

The sky is bright.

It's late spring.

Under the firmament of this spring day, it is as if the river has just thawed, and thousands of rivers and streams are coming together from different directions.

A closer look reveals that everyone has it.

Yes, not even superhumans.

Some, not even warriors, just mud legs who bought a knife with exhausted property.

A few days later...

South of Tianlongbei, a mighty crowd gathered.

Wang Xiong also came.

Zhang Jin also came.

Fang Chuyu also came.

Everyone looked at the young man at the head. The young man was dressed in white. The two women behind him, one was wrapped in a cold fur coat and looked cute and cute, and the other was beautiful with gold belts and white clothes.

Xia Ji walked to the bridge.

The bridge tolerates five carriages running side by side, with no end in sight,

This bridge can only be walked over, and this bridge is destined to be ambush by the gods.

Big Brahma folded his hands together, and behind him gathered a group of monks, some holding colorful umbrellas, some holding a vajra, some holding bells carved with thunder patterns, and some holding lion knives and ring knives.. .

Big Brahma asked: "Sir, are you going?"

Xia Ji looked at the head of the twenty heavens wrapped in sackcloth robes, and felt a strange and impermanent feeling in his heart.

1,500 years ago, you and I were enemies and would never die.

1,500 years later, you and I will live and die side by side.

When he looked back, he also saw the Emperor Shitian, the Secret Trace Vajra, the Emperor of the Sun Palace, and many former enemies.

Now, they are on the same path.

Xia Ji said, "Let's go."

Then, he stepped forward.

This bridge is really weird. As soon as it falls on it, the magical power and karma are frozen, even the Dharma body is also subjected to some kind of strange suppression, and the feeling of stepping on the bridge itself... also makes people feel It doesn't feel like it's made of any material, like the remains of a corpse that came from nowhere.

Xia Ji walked forward, and many people followed him.

From south to north.

If you look down from a very high place, you can see the opposite side of the bridge, which is like a tidal wave. On the other side of the bridge, there is an endless army...

Obviously, the people from the court of gods, or the Qin God Lord Qin Chentian made up their minds to strangle this group of rebellious people who did not know what to do, and who were ungrateful, who had hurt him on the bridge.

It's just that he never imagined that there would be so many people.

Two waves of people collided.

Xia Ji raised his hand and tapped lightly.

Knock on the void.

It's like opening the door to heaven and earth.

The door opens to see the Chaos Qi.

The gray Dharma was like a torrent, flowing from his fingertips and dashing forward.

At this point, the weirdness of the bridge is revealed. Here, all consumption is multiplied.

The Great Brahma walked on the left side of Xiaji with compassionate eyes and said "Amitabha Buddha", then his body changed, giving birth to four heads and four hands, respectively holding the ancient Vedas, golden swans, peacocks with crowns, and rosary beads.

A powerful energy surged forward.

Cui Zhi walked on the right side of Xia Ji. He had assembled the magic weapon spear and the magic weapon sword behind him, turning it into a long sickle that exudes a terrifying aura. , with a faint blue aura that makes people palpitate and want to run away.

These breaths cut out sharp blue circles in front of him, and anyone who enters the circle will die.

Behind Xia Ji, there are various attacks, various energies of different strengths, and the sound of roaring and shouting forward, like an unparalleled stormy sea, rushing northward.

The long bridge is a hundred miles.

Weak Water Rage.

The opposite side suddenly separated again, and the metal flash suddenly dazzled.

It was accompanied by the muffled thunder that made the bridge feel like a tremor.

Overlooking from the sky, you can see that it is a team of heavy armored cavalry, I don't know how many people.

And these heavy-armored cavalrymen are all warriors who have reached the eleventh realm and have cultivated the legal body, but their aptitude is ordinary, and they have not yet reached the peak of the eleventh realm, and have not broken free from the shackles of mortal life essence.

But even so, these people turned into cavalry, but they were still extremely strong.

Especially, it seems that one person is using the method of Confucianism, condensing the qi of these tens of thousands of eleven cavalry, and turning it into a terrifying appearance.

This sign has gone beyond the dharma sign, even beyond the scope of the law body, but has reached the peak of the thirteen realms in one fell swoop. On this bridge that suppresses the realm, the power of heaven and earth is revealed.

Vaguely, it is like a long spear pierced from the vast space.

The tip of the spear, facing Xia Ji, and everyone behind Xia Ji.

When all the forces confronted the tip of the gun, they all bounced off.

Seeing that this group of cavalry is in front of you, and further forward, the heavy body of this cavalry will crush all the weaker people under the bridge and fall into the weak water.

Da Brahma, Di Shitian, Cui Zhi, Wang Xiong, Zhang Jin, Fang Chuyu, as well as many monks, monks, heroes and warriors stopped and attacked,

But these attacks are fragmented.

The oncoming gun ~IndoMTL.com~ is already a turbulent bridge, and the all-conquering blow is condensed.

Before this shot came, it ripped apart all the sporadic attacks.

Miaomiao huddled behind Xia Ji with the helpless little Su, her face could not help but show fear, she looked at the young man's back...

Only the back is holding back thousands of troops.

Yes, can you stop it?

Miao Miao's brain is blank.

Xia Ji didn't want to show his Dharma body.

Because...

The Dharma body is himself.

But in the human world, it cannot be fully displayed.

Therefore, the transformed semi-finished dharma body will look ugly and "leak secrets".

But at this time, he had to show it.

So, he took a step forward.

It was only after this step that he stepped on the ground, and his figure began to change in a very slow and layered manner, but it started to change in a state of rapid thought.

Nine Great Omens, Black Emperor, Mirage, Zhu Rong, Huo Wang, Madam Gou Yi, Bai Huang, Anti-Entropy Lord, Huo Gu, Mourner...

Nine trillions are one, melted into the tenth flame of the heaven and earth, the heat and the sun, which originates from the origin of the robbery - Yuanyan.

The ten flames merged into one, attached to Xia Ji's body, stimulating his power, so that the pores around his body no longer existed, but turned into a pitch-black scale armor.

The scales are as black as the abyss, with molten lava flowing between them, fiery rings scattered, and light spots vibrating...

However, his figure was so high that he was extremely condensed, and he grabbed the Underworld Sword from his arms.

The knife changes with one's heart, and it also turns into three feet in an instant.

In Xiao Ming's timid, timid, happy and surprised whisper, Xia Ji suddenly raised the dark sword of death and collided with the rolling steel torrent.

At this time, Xiao Ming only reacted and shouted hoarsely: "Chop, chop the fuck!!"