Nightwatcher Chapter 236: Guoshi Wushuang
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In the blue sky, the clouds suddenly collapsed, disappearing, leaving only a blue sky.
The power that soared into the sky, the existence that hadn't appeared yet, didn't seem to be able to rub any sand in his eyes.
Between heaven and earth, a pair of eyes opened, full of insight into everything, and unshakable indifference.
Between the mountains and the sea, a phantom with a height of hundreds of meters appeared, wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown, his face blurred and long beard fluttering.
I wonder if it is an illusion, the scorching sun in the sky seems to have dimmed a bit.
This phantom shadow has a blue sky on his head and feet on the ocean. . .
As soon as this phantom figure came out, within a hundred miles of Jingshan, fresh air lingered, and the sound of reading aloud came from the void.
Compared with the fresh air that has accumulated over a thousand years in a Confucian academy, it is like the light of a firefly.
Rusheng!
The founder of the Confucian system, a great man beyond grade.
Since the death of Confucian Sage, more than one thousand two hundred years, for the first time someone summoned the heroic soul of Confucian Sage.
At this moment, the sculpture of the wizard **** trembles violently, and the entire altar and valley are shaking, like an earthquake.
At this moment, within a hundred miles of Jingshan City, all the creatures were crawling on the ground, trembling.
Ilb and Uda Pagodas, trembling all over, with a curved spine, and stubbornly refusing to crawl, this is the last decent aspect of the third grade wizard.
The great wizard Sharon Agu, looking up at the huge phantom standing in the sky, his lips trembled slightly.
He murmured: "Sage Confucian..."
Since the birth of the human civilization, the changes in the etiquette system and the system have become complicated and chaotic. But if the long river of "history" is extended and viewed from a macro perspective, in fact, the changes in human civilization can be simply classified into two stages:
Before and after Confucianism.
Before the birth of Confucianism, the system was volatile and unstable, and it was in a relatively chaotic stage.
After the birth of Confucianism, the human civilization had the cornerstone and the foundation of ever-changing inseparability from its ancestry.
In the tens of thousands of years after the conclusion of the Age of Gods and Demons, if you talk about luck and luck, whether it is the emperor of the ancients or the emperors of the next generations, it is not as good as the sage of Confucianism.
As the founder of human civilization, Confucianism is more like coming into being.
Wei Yuan’s eyes were replaced by a clear light, highlighting a divine indifference. His body was cracked with fine cracks, and the Confucian crown and carving knife glowed with clear light, repairing his body over and over, and splitting it again and again. The cycle starts again and again.
At this moment, he shoulders not only the power beyond the ranks, but also the majestic luck since the birth of the human race.
After the death of Confucian Sage, no one can summon his heroic soul. It is not without reason.
Wei Yuan raised his head, staring at Emperor Joan in the air, and said calmly: "Why don't you take out the sword!"
Jan of Arc looked at him indifferently.
Slashed down with a sword.
Jianguanghuanghuang, time and space seem to be frozen at this moment. There has never been such a strong sword spirit in the world, because in history, there is no swordsman beyond the rank.
"Ah..."
The screams rang out in the battlefield, and several masters who had the courage to take a look at the scene had a creepy change in their bodies.
Some bodies suddenly shot out sword energy, and then they fell apart.
Some bodies were stained with iron gray and turned into sculptures.
Some caught fire abruptly and quickly turned to ashes, leaving two black and greasy footprints on the ground.
Some turned into yellow sand, and some became lignified, with wood texture on the skin and green leaves growing in the pores.
The experts such as Zhang Kaitai closed their eyes fiercely and lowered their heads, not daring to look at this sword light.
Fear exploded in their hearts.
When it comes to the most peak battle in the Kyushu world, it can really easily turn a region into wasteland.
The light of the sword of Huang Huang has reached the eyes in a flash.
Wei Yuan lifted his foot and stomped forward like Hong Zhongda Lu: "Before Confucian sage, who dares to be presumptuous!"
The phantom of Baizhang is too synchronized, so I lightly step forward.
With this foot on, a tsunami of hundreds of feet high was suddenly set off in Wang Yangzhong. Jingshan completely collapsed, landslides, and tsunami.......
The power of the sage of Confucianism razed mountains and rivers to the ground and turned the earth into a country.
The five-color sword light collapsed suddenly, turning into the pure force of the five elements, rendering the sky colorful and magnificent.
The four super masters of Salun Agu, Joan of Arc, Ilbu, and Uda Pagoda were hit by a breath of fresh air that almost swept across the world, like a leaf in the wind, and their bodies quickly shattered.
Four top powerhouses stood up and repaired their injuries. Their breath has fallen to the bottom, and their ambitions have fallen to the bottom.
The combined force of the four has reached a level of strength beyond the ranks. Unexpectedly, under the foot of the Confucian Sage, it will be wiped out.
The collapsed Five Elements Sword Qi directly changed the law of elements in this heaven and earth. Towering trees grew out of the sea, gurgling streams flowed from the rocks, and flames burned on the sea surface...
It's not that this sword is not powerful enough.
The Confucian sage is too strong.
Jan of Arc's breath is unstable, and the black light that wraps around his body turns into a black flame, backlashing himself.
He is cultivating the human way, and he will also be burned by the fire of karma. In the past few decades, relying on the status and status of the monarch, he has firmly suppressed the fire of karma.
I was hit by the Qing Qi just now, the breath weakened, and the karma fire immediately backfired.
He took a deep breath, vomiting the spiritual energy of the heaven and the earth, the body of the sun god, known as the immortal sun god, exudes golden light and extinguishes the fire of karma.
...........
Wei Yuan's face paled a little, and he ignored the four defeated generals, turned around, and walked towards the altar in the valley.
The power of Confucian sage destroys his body all the time, despite the carving knife, the Confucian crown, and the blessing of Zhao Shou. But for Wei Yuan to come, it is still unbearable.
Summoning existence beyond the ranks requires a price.
There is no mysterious and mysterious backlash, but some are just the simple truth of "overloading".
As Wei Yuan turned around, the phantom of Confucian Sage turned to the valley simultaneously and moved his body.
No one dares to stand in the way of Confucian sages, no one is good.
Saron Agu looked at the attacking Tsing Yi, and was not angry because the situation was gone. He was still calm and gentle, and said slowly:
"Wei Yuan, you are so talented. Even if the witch **** unlocks the seal, you can be alone, why bother?"
Back then, the Confucian sage sealed the witch god, which had a huge secret. Throughout Kyushu, we know the number of secrets among them.
How to subdue the country and exterminate the species? Wei Yuan turned a deaf ear to it, and moved firmly and slowly towards the valley.
He also has an enemy.
Wei Yuan moved forward in the void, and when he approached the valley, he was blocked by a barrier.
This barrier is invisible and quality, invisible, but tangible, it keeps Wei Yuan out of the valley.
In the valley, there is another piece of heaven and earth, which refused to enter Wei Yuan.
The only thing that can block the super product is the super product.
Sorcerer God, has been able to influence reality and penetrate power.
The only thing that can block air luck is air luck.
Wei Yuan held the carving knife and lightly tapped it on the invisible barrier. The air wave "buzzed" and bounced the carving knife away.
Saron Agu looked at this scene in the distance and said:
"The witch **** has been able to penetrate the seal and affect reality. It is not a sculpture that can be slaughtered by others. Unfortunately, your response is too quick. If it can be delayed for two or three years, the witch **** can mobilize more luck."
Wei Yuan turned his neck and looked at Salun Agu in the distance:
"You are suggesting that I try my best to destroy the barrier and consume the few powers of the Confucian Sage, so that I have no room to seal the wizard god."
Saron Agu said calmly: "Do you still have a choice?"
The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth curled up: "Who said no."
..............
In Jingshan City, the figure of the white warlock appeared, and he passed through the closed city gate silently and arrived at the general altar of the witch **** sect.
"Come out...come...Let's..."
The white warlock stumbling and stumbling, he lifted his foot and stomped lightly, the formation centered on him, spreading rapidly, covering the surrounding streets and houses.
Teleport Array!
A famous iron rider suddenly appeared, holding a steel knife and wearing armor. The leader was a young man who was more beautiful than a woman.
The people in the city looked at the group of strangers from the sky in dismay. Through the details of armor and length, they identified the cavalry of Dafeng, and their complexion changed suddenly.
I wonder why Dafeng’s army suddenly came to the city.
Yan State borders the three states on the border of Dafeng and Dafeng. Relying on numerous dangers, easy to defend and difficult to attack, they have no fear. Even those in the market can pinch their waists and sneer:
"The Central Plains is like a lady, you can be bullied at will."
Only we beat Dafeng, there is no reason for Dafeng to beat us.
This phenomenon remained unchanged until the end of the Shanhaiguan Campaign.
Nangong Qianrou held her saber high, her temperament was cold, she shouted:
"In the six hundred years since the founding of Dafeng, the witch **** sect killed the Dafeng people and robbed my Dafeng woman. The blood debts were heavy and the bamboo was difficult to write. The people of the three northeastern states have been suffering the witch gods for a long time. Dafeng soldiers. , Slaughter the city with me."
"City Slaughter!"
"City Slaughter!"
"Tucheng........."
Shen Xiong's roar gathered in one place, and the sound shook the sky.
Ten thousand heavy cavalry rushed into the streets, killing wildly, turning the city into a purgatory on earth.
Today slaughter the city, the blood debt is paid!
............
"Wei Yuan!!"
Seeing the killing in full swing in Jingshan City, Linghui Master Ilbu was furious:
"Only the super product can seal the super product, you are a mortal body, mixed with it, are you really afraid of death?!"
The situation has progressed to this point, and this third-rank master has a sense of powerlessness from deep in his heart.
You, Wei Yuan, are neither a disciple of Confucianism nor those mortal ants. The second-rank martial artist is enough to take care of himself and be at ease. Why bother to seek your own death?
"Speaking of hitting you witch god, then hit you witch god."
Wei Yuan's gaze retracted from Jingshan City, turned to the great wizard Salun Agu, and said with a smile: "Old soldiers back then, call me a great service to the **** of the army, so they won't be disappointed."
Under the condition that there will be no food and grass, he penetrated through the dangerous country of Yan, the military is close to the country, and attracted most of the troops of Yan and Kang. After that, he stayed in the dark and crossed the ocean to Jingshan City.
Summon the Jiaobu Jiaolong to offset the stormy waves of the "Rain Master".
Using a carving knife, he severely inflicted the great wizard of the first rank, forcing the emperor to appear.
Invite the Confucian sage and the heroic soul to severely injure all the top masters of the witch gods camp.
Send Nangong Qianrou and Sun Xuan with a chance to join Jingshan City at the critical moment, shaking the shaman’s luck.
From the moment of marching to the present, how to march, how to divide the troops, which route to take, whose help is needed, how many enemies are there, who are they.........every step, he Forget it.
Jianzheng once said that in this world, there are too few people who can fight with me on the chessboard, and Wei Yuan is one of them.
Every time a person dies in Jingshan City, the luck that the Wizard God can borrow decreases by one point.
Wei Yuan raised the carving knife and lightly stroked the barrier that was already thin as an eggshell, breaking the barrier of the wizard god.
Ilb and Uda Pagoda watched Wei Yuan enter the valley with unwilling faces.
Saron Agu and Emperor Joan of Arc watched this scene, the former's eyes were calm, the latter's eyes were cold.
...........
The altar is dozens of feet high, only slightly shorter than the peak.
Wei Yuan raised his head and glanced at the towering altar. There are ninety-nine levels of cascading stones, and at the end is the **** of the shamanism belief, the pioneer of the shaman system.
After the age of gods and demons, one of the few super products.
It's not too much to say "like a **** like a devil".
Wei Yuan retracted his gaze, raised his foot, and stepped onto the first step.
In an instant, the sky is killing intent, and the earth is killing intent. This space is repelling him, and it is targeting him, under terrible pressure.
Wei Yuan paused and stepped up the second step.
The illusion of Confucian sage casts clear light to counteract the pressure of heaven and earth.
Wei Yuan held up his head, imagining the sage of Confucianism: "No need!"
He called the Confucian Sage, not to kill the enemy, but to seal the witch god.
Saron Agu encouraged him to break through the barrier with the power of the Confucian sage in order to weaken the power of the Confucian sage. When he was on the altar, how much power would the sage still have?
He Wei Yuan is not a tool, not just a tool to carry the soul of Confucianism.
On the contrary, Wei Yuan is the one who sealed the witch **** in this world.
Sage Confucianism is his tool.
Level 2, Level 3, Level 4..........
After the 20th level, every time Wei Yuan took a step, a crack appeared in his body, and the immortal body of the high-grade martial artist repaired the terrible wound, barely maintaining his balance.
After level fifty, Wei Yuan is like a pieced porcelain figure, with cracks all over his body, including his elegant and handsome face.
He finally stopped, not knowing whether he was exhausted or he could no longer move forward under pressure.
"It's not out of grade, it's a mortal after all, how is it different from ants?"
The sound of a faint sigh came, as if from an ancient predicament.
With this voice, the power of Peimo Nengyu surged in, and the world worked together to strangle Wei Yuan.
There are two roads before Wei Yuan. The first is to use the power of Confucian sage to climb to the top. As for the hard-earned heroic soul after the summit, there is no spare power to seal the wizard god, only God knows.
The second way is to turn around and leave and retreat with Dafeng army.
............
"God, so majestic........."
Wei Yuan murmured, a dusty past broke the blockade of memory.
Forty years ago, when Joan of Arc was still on the throne, there was a tragic war in the three northeastern states.
The witch **** descended on the oracle to destroy the Dafeng and seize the luck. At that time, the three Northeast kingdoms mobilized 200,000 troops and captured the three states of Xiang, Jing, Yu, and a massacre in three days. The old and the weak, women and children were not left, and all the people were worshipped. The humble grass was slaughtered.
There is no one in a hundred miles, and the dead bones are buried in the mountains.
More brutal and violent than the monster.
To this day, that battle is still a shadow in the hearts of the old people who experienced the war.
It was also the same battle. In the following ten years, the imperial court had 100,000 soldiers in the three states. The people would rather be refugees than return to their homeland. They were really afraid of being beaten by the witch gods.
Afterwards, the court rebuilt the Yellow Book and found that there were thousands of rivers and mountains in Xiangzhou, Jingzhou, and Yuzhou, ten chambers and nine empty spaces, millions of people who died in the war.
Wei Yuan, originally from Yuzhou.
Wei family, only one teenager survived.
The past of Qianchen came to mind, and now he is no longer the boy in the green shirt back then, Wei Yuan laughed wildly:
"Looking back for forty years, the country hates the family feud so far. Now, I want to know, God, can I trap this ant."
Wearing up the steps in Tsing Yi, the world is like a cage.
Level ninety-nine, reached the top in one go.
The figure standing in front of the witch **** sculpture is already a broken human figure.
Wei Yuan sneered disdainfully and said: "It seems that God is nothing but that."
At the age of 4800, only two people from the Central Plains have ever boarded the altar of the witch gods.
The Confucian sage one thousand two hundred years ago.
Wei Yuan a thousand and two hundred years later.
Only these two.
............
The great wizard Sarun Agu sighed, "Wei Yuan, the revival of the witch gods is the general trend. The Central Plains is now dying of talents, Confucianism is weak, and it is difficult for the climate to become a climate. The loss of luck, the supervision of righteousness will not return to the peak. Why do you need to be a car?
After finishing speaking, he gently slid his fingertips over his wrist, letting the blood flow, pinching the seal, and the sound was like a red bell, spreading all over the world: "Sacrifice to the witch god."
Besides, Ilbu and Uda Pagoda looked serious, cut their wrists and pinched the same techniques.
The blood flowed from the wrists of the three high-grade wizards. The blood was like a thread, but it did not drip. Instead, it turned into a crimson brilliance, floating towards the altar far away, towards the sculpture of the wizard god.
Blood sacrifice Dafa!
The Blood Sacrifice of the Sorcerer Sect.
Hearing the voice of the great wizard, the wizards who saw this scene understand that the witch **** is already at a critical moment of life and death.
Hundreds of wizards left the battlefield one after another, cutting their own wrists without hesitation, pinching the magic tricks, offering sacrifices to themselves like a wizard god.
Nalanyan only felt that her body temperature was getting cold, and the vitality flowed along with the blood, turning into crimson brilliance, drifting towards the valley, and merging into the sculpture that was worshipped by wizards for thousands of years.
Your Central Plains soldiers can be brave and not afraid of death. Isn't the Sorcerer God greedy of life and fear of death?
Witch God Sect has ruled the Northeast for more than four thousand years. How has it been beaten so embarrassed.
Today, even if you die, we will let you Wei Yuan and Da Feng Gong will fail.
As he died, Nalanyan suddenly turned his head and looked at the Tsing Yi, thinking of his father who had fallen in the Shanhaiguan battle.
Unexpectedly, father and son died at the same hands.
Nalanyan slowly closed his eyes and passed away quietly.
A wizard fell down and turned into a withered corpse. They died silently, but there were no complaints or regrets.
Their will is integrated into the Sorcerer God sculpture. This is the last resistance of the Sorcerer God. This is the curse of the wizards to Wei Yuan and Confucian Sage.
...........
Crack........
On the altar, the witch **** sculpture appeared cracked, and fine stone chips burst out.
A puff of black smoke shows through the eyebrows of the sculpture, covering the sky and the sun, blocking the blazing sun, blocking the blue sky, and turning day into night.
Russian, this black mist enveloped Jingshan City for a hundred miles, rolling endlessly, like a storm.
The man was angry and blood splattered three feet, and the emperor was angry with a million corpses.
What if the gods are angry?
The fighting of the soldiers survived again. Around Jingshan City, the few survivors raised their heads and looked at the black fog above them with horror.
The black mist suddenly collapsed, and its momentum was like the sky, and it condensed with the sky above the altar into a tall black shadow, blurry.
Those who dared to look straight at the shadows were killed instantly.
The black shadow of Baizhang, confronting the phantom of Baizhang, like two giants who opened up the world.
"Rusheng!"
In the dark shadows, there was a vague and grand voice, like anger, hatred, and sigh.
Along with this sound, there was a thunder in the sky, and the wind and clouds changed color. A terrible storm has come.
"You will regret it."
The vague and loud voice came again.
Wei Yuan knew that this sentence was addressed to him.
He was silent, turned his head, and glanced at the battlefield in the distance, fighting the big soldier.
These soldiers who died in the land of the Witch God Sect, as well as the old soldiers who died in the battle of Shanhaiguan, they threw their heads and shrouded them with horse leather. In the final analysis, there are only two words: for the country and the people.
I, Wei Yuan, took them to die, for, isn't it also these four words?
The black shadow is condescending, looking indifferently, like a **** overlooking the common people, overlooking the ants.
The black shadow raised his hand and pressed his finger lightly.
The anger of the gods is terrible, but what qualifications do mortals have to experience the anger of the gods? For the gods, it is just an existence that can be killed by a finger.
What's the difference with ants.
The sound of bone fragmentation sounded. Before the attack of the gods came, Wei Yuan's bones had been broken with power.
His spine bends sharply, like a mountain on his shoulders, and it is difficult to lift his head.
At this moment, Wei Yuan is like a porcelain about to fall apart, with cracks in it.
This scene is similar to the golden body method that forced Xu Qi'an to kneel down during the Buddhism fight.
At this moment, he seemed to hear Xu Qi'an's roar and the roar of tens of thousands of people in the capital.
Wei Yuan's eyes suddenly burst into light, clear and clear.
In my whole life, I don't respect gods, do not respect Buddha, and don't believe in kings, just for the common people.
The unkind gods are my enemies.
Wei Yuan straightened up a little bit. His bones were broken, including his spine. At this time, he can straighten his waist. Maybe there is some belief supporting him.
In Kyushu nowadays, few people know why Confucian sage sealed the witch god.
There are very few people why the Emperor Gaozu turned his back.
Few people know that in the ancient times, the wizard **** once eroded the Central Plains and cut off the luck of the human race.
Wei Yuan, he didn't want the backbone of civilization to collapse, or the Central Plains human race to bow to slaves for generations.
The fingers that condensed the anger of the creatures fell from the sky.
He raised his hand tremblingly, holding the carving knife in his hand, and the red blood was flowing like water.
A hand stretched out from behind and held the carving knife with him.
I don't know when, the huge phantom of one hundred feet high has disappeared. It appeared behind Wei Yuan, as if it were the most solid backing for this outstanding man after thousands of years.
Wei Yuan's hands no longer tremble.
Thousands of years ago, there were Confucian sages, and after a thousand years, there was Wei Yuan!
The scholar was very energetic, and was so angry that he roared at the wizard god:
"Your witch **** wants to erode my great fortune and cut off my Central Plains humanity. Have you asked me Wei Yuan!"
Wei Yuan held the Rusheng carving knife and gently handed it forward.
The carving knife bloomed with dazzling brilliance.
It has been more than one thousand and two hundred years since the last time Confucian Sage shot the sword.
This knife spans thousands of years.
There is no such a stunning knife light in the world, and there is no such a public spirit.
The power beyond the rank exploded over the altar.
The sky is falling.
The black shadow condensed by the wizard **** collapsed inch by inch, and collapsed into terrible waves that swept the world.
This force swept over the hills and flattened the hills; swept across the ocean and set off a tsunami; swept across the city, turning the city into ruins.
Nangong Qianrou took the lead and led the heavy cavalry to retreat, with red eyes and twisted face.
Foster father, you must survive.
Zhang Kaitai and other golden gongs and high-grade martial arts are also on the run, in a deathmatch.
Everyone is fleeing, fleeing in panic.
After a long time, this aftermath dissipated, and the place it passed was razed to the ground.
The General Altar of Witch God Sect~IndoMTL.com~Jingshan City, which has since become history.
Only the altar protected by the seal of the Confucian sage and the power of the wizard **** survived this devastating wave.
Wei Yuan stood proudly on the altar, wearing a ragged Tsing Yi.
"Why........."
There was an ethereal voice in the void, but it was no longer grand.
The shadow of the Confucian sage behind him stepped into the sculpture of the wizard god, and the chapped gap was repaired by itself.
Sorcerer God, was sealed again.
Why?
Wei Yuan turned around tiredly and looked towards the Central Plains. He made his fortune in Yuanjing 6 years, repelled the barbarian cavalry, and became a great upstart. Then he strategized in the battle of Shanhaiguan and won the great battle that changed the pattern of Kyushu.
Subsequently, he abolished his cultivation, entered the temple, and contended with the multi-party court, and used the **** to subdue the public. Glory, deeds, and power are in your hands, brilliant.
Throughout his life, there are many things that political opponents have studied for half a lifetime, but still cannot understand.
No children, no family, all alone.
The gold and silver wealth that the eunuchs regarded as spiritual support, he also regarded it as dung.
Huahai has been ups and downs for decades, is there really no desire or desire?
Wei Yuan's gaze seemed to penetrate thousands of mountains and rivers. He saw the sub-temple on the top of Qingyun Mountain, the stone stele standing in the temple, and the four crooked words.
Why?
Wei Yuan said softly: "Establish a heart for the heaven and the earth, establish a life for the people and the people, continue to learn for the holy, and create peace for all generations."
He closed his eyes and never opened them again.
.........
In the fall of Yuanjing's 37th year, Wei Yuan led an army of one hundred thousand to capture the general altar of the witch gods and seal the witch god.
Jingshan City was turned into ruins, and hundreds of thousands of lives were wiped out.
This is the first time in history that the iron cavalry of the Central Plains has broken through the general altar of the Shaman Sect.
The history of Qing Dynasty stays in the name.