Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 24: The Master appeared holy and killed the 14th realm (6,156 words – thank you…

Shen Que Mountain in late autumn, with yellow leaves curling up into the sky, like a tidal wave of yellow, swimming across this dragon-snake-like mountain.

Those who worship the mountain and burn incense need to bathe and change their clothes, so that they can enter the ancestral hall of the master.

Who is the Master?

Personal Faith Condenser.

No desecration, no defamation.

Even for a foreign sect, it is necessary to burn three pillars of incense first to show respect, and then start the sect battle locally.

The man in the golden robe sitting on the black flood chariot was named Zhao Beicheng, and he was the "Prince of Sincerity", one of the three kings of Fenghua Wangzong. In the past, his strength was the peak of the Thirteen Realms, and Among them, he is the leader, not much worse than the Sect Master of Wanjian Sect.

The reason why Wanjianzong can stand strong in the East is mostly due to the power of the Demon Venerable killed two hundred years ago.

It's just that Fenghua Wangzong seems to have something to rely on now, and this is why he decided to invade from west to east.

Although the invasion was divided into several paths, one of the paths must be to the Confucius Temple.

To worship the Master is a must.

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At this time.

It is still within the eastern border of Yunzhou.

The west wind is bleak.

Wrapped in a silhouette with a vast aura, Yujian flew to a certain villa.

The figure walked to the door, fell from the flying sword, grabbed the flying sword with his left hand, and looked up.

The plaque at the gate of the village is engraved with the four characters "Beidou Shanzhuang".

Zhuangzhong cranes hold their heads high, pond fish swim, clouds and shadows swim across the river, and there are voices of men and women chatting, mist passing by like a gauze, thousands of chrysanthemums in full bloom, making this place only like being in a fairyland middle.

This villa is clearly a paradise.

In addition to this, Beidou Mountain Villa is a well-known gathering place for scattered cultivators in the east of the Yunzhou Continent.

Zhuangzhong communicates with monks.

And the villa owner is a very strong person in the Thirteen Realms. If it is not so, he can't protect the loose cultivator with his own power, and obtain a pure land.

Unfortunately, this pure land will be defiled today.

There will be no peace in this paradise in the future.

Because that figure has already stepped into the villa.

As soon as he stepped into the villa, many people looked at him, and many people locked their breath.

Because it's an unfamiliar aura.

"Daoist friend like this? Who is it?"

The figure glanced at all the Taoists and said with a smile: "Fenghua Wangzong, true king."

As soon as the words were settled, the monk who asked the question was stunned for a while, and then said: "Fenghua Wangzong should be the sect of the West to stay in the country, the sect has a region, and those who do not come here are called invasions, fellow Taoist. Can you tell Wan Jianzong here?"

The real king smiled: "No."

Don't wait for the monk to ask again, he just said: "Since Benjamin is here today, Wanjianzong should not exist."

"Oh? Why are you talking so wildly?"

"Furious?"

The real king suddenly burst out laughing.

After laughing, he looked at the monk who had dared to question him.

The cultivator is also a bit strong, not afraid or afraid, with a long spear on his back, some human dynasty military generals.

The real king took a step forward, his right hand was casual, and the flying sword that had always been suspended behind him was unsheathed, and he didn't say much, and shot directly at the cultivator.

Not powerful, not fast, but a little weird.

The cultivator was not afraid at all, and he didn't see any movement from him. The long spear stirred up a sharp airflow, pierced the sky, and roared towards the flying sword.

Next scene.

嗧~~

Flying Sword slashed the spear directly, and the speed was not reduced in the slightest.

The spear-carrying cultivator was startled, and his reaction speed was extremely fast, so he stepped back quickly, and the power of the nine layers of heaven and earth hidden in the purple mansion was slammed out with a finger.

Not only to the sword, but also to the true king behind the sword.

The wind in the heaven and earth here suddenly solidified, and it instantly turned into a majestic mountain, bombarding the true king.

Next moment.

"Ah!!"

With an exclamation, the gun-carrying monk turned pale in shock.

Just because the power of the nine layers of heaven and earth was directly torn by the flying sword, it seemed that it did not hinder it at all.

This is simply incredible.

It's no wonder that the gun-carrying friar was shocked.

The flying sword is getting closer.

It was only then that he noticed that there was a strange black film on the flying sword, and with this black film, it seemed to be invincible and invincible.

It's too late to say it, and the cultivator of the spear only had a few thoughts in his mind, and then a long sigh was born in his heart.

But at this moment, an extremely terrifying force of heaven and earth rose into the sky, like a giant hand, just formed, the air flow in the sky was extremely viscous and dripping, and the dust on the ground was soaring into the sky.

And the breath that far surpassed the magical power of the spear-carrying monk turned into a big hand and directly grabbed the flying sword.

Boom! ! !

The power is like a vortex, collapsing from all directions and hitting the flying sword.

The flying sword was not damaged, and even the black film on the surface did not fluctuate at all. After only a slight pause for half a second, the flying sword broke free, continued to maintain its original speed, and directly penetrated the head of the gun-carrying cultivator.

This is just a split second from start to finish.

The sword was stained with a little blood, and after shaking, it circled the air and returned to the True King.

And the gun-carrying cultivator never imagined that a "crazy remark" would lead to death.

His head split open from it, the Purple Palace was shattered, his soul was scattered, and he went to the reincarnation platform, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, in the middle of a quiet bamboo forest in the distance, the stone table is covered with black and white, and there is one person sitting on the east and west sides.

Sitting in the east is an old man, and the old man is the owner of Beidou Mountain Villa. At this time, he looked at his palm in amazement, and his eyes were a little surprised.

How is that possible?

His strength just now was to destroy dozens of flying swords, but why didn't he stop the flying swords for half a second?

"The farmer? What's wrong with you?"

shouted a middle-aged man sitting in the west.

The old man came back to his senses after being shouted like this, his expression turned a few times, and then he said: "Brother Han, you leave the village quickly, this person is not a good person, you don't want to be involved in it. "

“Who is the owner of the village when Han?”

"Brother Han, you are the son of the sect master of the Luxia Sect, and the son of the daughter is not going to be in the hall. You should leave quickly."

Seeing the seriousness of the old man, the middle-aged man nodded, and Yu Jian left.

The old man saw him go away, so he rose up against the wind and volleyed towards the village gate.

After seeing the two-part body in front of the door, he sighed softly, then looked up at the person who came, and said coldly: "The Western sect came to my east, what do you want?"

"From now on, the two sects of the east and the west will be one, what are we talking about?" The real king said, throwing out a bottle of elixir, "If you eat it, you will not die."

The owner of Beidou Mountain Villa couldn't help laughing: "Are you crazy?"

The real king didn't speak, but just took a step forward. There was a black membrane around him. This membrane was thick and dull. If it was a silent deep sea, it would appear terrifying and terrifying under his undisguised exposure. Mysterious taste.

The owner of Beidou Mountain Villa stopped laughing abruptly. He had already felt the terrible power contained in the black film.

He had some vague guesses, but he still couldn't believe it.

He said hoarsely: "What is this?"

The real king smiled and said, "The Fourteen Realms."

The old man froze in place.

This is his desired answer, and the most terrifying answer!

The new realm means the reorganization of forces.

The existence of the Eleven Realms directly overthrew the dynasty system.

After the twelve realms, the dynasty reincarnated under the sect.

In the thirteenth realm, the sect's status is stronger.

Now...

The Fourteenth Realm has arrived.

What will happen?

The old man felt cold in his heart, as if a sea of ​​unbridled blood had been reflected in front of him.

The murder has arrived! !

At this time, the son of the Luxia Sect master who originally played chess with him turned out to be Edgeworth.

The old man and everyone in the village looked up at the sky. I don't know when, the sky above the villa was flickering with cold light. When I looked closely, it was the monks who were lined up with swords.

These monks are the disciples who wear the clothes of the King of Grace,

Obviously, Beidou Mountain Villa has been surrounded.

The real king looked at the middle-aged man who returned, and didn't say much. He raised his hand and pointed, and a drop of "liquid" attached to the black film rushed directly to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man naturally resisted, but he couldn't make any effective defense at all, and was instantly touched by the "liquid".

As soon as he touched it, his eyes were split in pain, and then he showed endless fear.

As he was deprived of all power, he began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye,

The black hair turned white, the teeth fell, the skin wrinkled, and then disappeared. In the blink of an eye, it had turned into a solid white bone.

This white bone fell from the sky, and before it reached the end, it was blown out of powder in the wind of Xiaosuo Mountain. It disappeared with the wind and never existed again.

Everyone in Beidou Mountain Villa was silent.

And the disciples of the Fenghua King Sect, bowed to the True King from afar, and then continued to stand around.

The real king said loudly: "The escapee is dead!!"

Then, he said: "Those who want to survive, come to get this medicine and eat it. I don't have much time. After a stick of incense, those who haven't eaten it will die.

After I finished eating, everyone from the Twelve Realms and above came with me.

The Eastern Ten Thousand Swords Sect, which spanned more than 500 years, should now be destroyed. "

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Xia Ji sat alone in the sunset.

He can't help but start thinking about the woman.

He didn't know whether it was the so-called "cause and effect", the missing caused by Lu Chan's so-called "three wills", or his own missing his deceased wife.

He knows that Miaomiao is somewhere in this world, and she may have been transformed, and then she will break into his world like a elf as always, and bring some points to him who has seen the world Human colors.

He was lying on the marble railing. In the twilight, there were many pilgrims in the Confucius Temple in Shenqueshan, but at this time, he still stopped a lot.

All kinds of words penetrated into his ears like a tide, and there were conversations, laughter, sorrow, anger, joys, sorrows, and joys in the world, which reflected the appearance of the world in a corner of the world.

He is only fifteen years old, but he already feels lonely and desolate.

In the distance, a loud noise suddenly came.

The sound came from afar, accompanied by the exclamations of pilgrims.

Xia Ji looked at the sound, and saw three black flood dragons walking vigorously, pulling a flying chariot through the sky. The flying chariot was huge and heavy, and extremely mighty. On the center of it sat a left and right hugging chariot. man in golden robe.

After the flying chariot, many monks walked with their swords.

The wind roared, the clouds lined up, and it was loud.

Before the flying chariot arrived, the monk had already rushed forward like an electric lasing, and came to the sky above this place.

The leader raised his voice: "Only everyone, leave here for half a stick of incense."

Sound overlay here...

The pilgrims were stunned, and the next moment they began to turn around and flee frantically.

The monks and gentlemen have issued orders, how can they not obey them?

However, Shenque Mountain is so large, there are still many pilgrims at this time.

The time for half a column of incense passed quickly. The younger boys and girls, some people close to the mountain gate left, but some people just ran to the front of the Confucius Temple and didn't have time to go down the mountain.

The floating monk didn't say much and just landed.

Behind them, the chariot landed.

The monks looked at the pilgrims who were still running from the opposite side with their heads lowered, with impatient and grim expressions on their faces, but all of them still looked slightly sideways at the man on the chariot.

Prince Cheng held the two girls in both hands, frowned and spit out a sentence: "This mountain road is not clean, how can I make this place incense?"

The disciples of Fenghua Wangzong will naturally understand.

It's not clean because of the dust.

The dust is the ants that haven't left yet.

In this case, just clean it up, and save the dust and waste the Lord's precious time.

How to clean?

Since there are cliffs on both sides of the mountain road, it is good to sweep away the dust of these blind spots.

After thinking about it, the monks didn't think too much. The first few monks raised their hands a little, and the wind rolled out from their sleeves, like a wind dragon rushing up the mountain road, one left and one right, and immediately it was a tail.

The violent wind swept the pilgrims who were still running on both sides towards the cliff.

There are many elderly people, children, and a couple in black cat and white cat cloaks among the pilgrims.

The screams of horror and begging for mercy sounded.

Seeing, these people are about to sweep off cliffs, fall into valleys and shatter their bones.

Suddenly, a confrontational force was suppressed, and the hurricane stopped. The gentle force stopped the pilgrims' inertia from falling to the cliff, allowing them to stabilize their bodies again.

Among the pilgrims, a young man sat on the stone steps, facing the distance, and asked from a distance, "Since I came to burn incense, I would like to be with everyone.

If you don't want to be together, then you just wait for everyone to leave. Why kill? "

In the distance, King Chengcheng ignored him at all, but said impatiently: "Why is there still dust?"

His voice fell.

The three Fenghua Wangzong cultivators headed by Yujian flew out.

It is accompanied by the overwhelming power of supernatural powers. When the monks fight against each other, even if they enter the Thirteenth Realm, they usually do not use their karma.

The combined power of the three people turned into a big seal, and the whole thing was pressed down, covering everyone in the entire area.

The old man was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his lips moved frequently, staring at this invisible force,

The child was so scared that he forgot to cry, the lollipop in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into petals of different sizes,

The couple with a black cat and a white cat just hugged each other tightly, shivering and waiting to die.

Xia Ji closed his eyes.

This moment.

Many thoughts passed through his mind.

1,500 years ago, I treated the family as evil, so I taught the common people, compiled books, and wanted everyone to become a dragon against the family. That's right.

What's wrong is this evil.

However, the evil is not the family, but the human nature.

Humanity is like destiny.

The destiny makes you irresistible, and human nature makes you unchangeable.

How sad.

When Xia Ji thought about it, he stood up.

He held up his hand, his palm covered in gray.

The big seal made by the power of the supernatural power patted the palm, but it couldn't go down any further.

At this moment, the pure woman in King Cheng's arms glanced at the opposite side curiously, and her eyes stopped on the boy who held his hand to resist on the stone steps.

The coquettish woman also glanced.

King Cheng glanced over and snorted: "Do you think this young man is handsome?"

The innocent woman hurriedly shook her head, and then said in a melodious manner: "You can't compare to the Lord..."

The coquettish woman directly stretched her soft weeds, hooked the neck of King Cheng, and said with a light sigh: "My lord, are you jealous? Hee hee hee..."

Prince Cheng looked around and suddenly said, "I haven't eaten meat for a few days, I'm a dragon. I'll arrest him."

"Yes, Lord."

"Yes."

Many monks of Fenghua Wangzong pointed to Yujian.

After the clanging sound, many flying swords shot up into the sky.

The pilgrims who never fled only felt that their hearts were about to stop,

At this time, he was either prostrate or collapsed on the stone steps, watching this fairy fight, his whole body was stiff, like falling into an ice cave and losing all consciousness,

My heart is numb, and I just hate that I couldn't run faster.

Yes.

Don't be angry.

Only dare to hate yourself.

How cowardly.

The flying sword flew into the air, attached to the power of the divine power of the twelve realms, as if the entire sky had been absorbed cleanly, and it was full of killing intent, wanting to crush Xia Ji and the others.

And right now.

The whole Shenque Mountain trembled slightly. At the beginning, there was only a slight sound like a fish's eye, and a young bird chirped softly, followed by the sound of the rustling of the mountains, forests and trees, followed by the sound of wind and water, and the sound of mountain holes. rise together.

Many voices, like hundreds of rivers meeting the sea, turned into a clear voice that suppressed everything, and rose in the night.

At this time, the sky was flooded with sword light, and there was a cold killing intent on the world.

And that gradually high-pitched voice finally turned into one word: "Evil."

One word fell.

All the sword lights in the sky were shattered, and the combined strength of the hundreds of monks from the twelve realms and above was broken.

Xia Ji stood with his hands down.

The Confucius Temple behind him is in this huge sound, and changes suddenly occur. The majestic and holy white air rises up, flies straight up into the sky, and manifests the icon.

I do not know the height of tens of thousands of feet, participating in the vast white clouds.

This shred of white air is all good karma, and it's all poured out of incense.

Good karma can be defended and bad karma can be attacked, but it is no longer applicable to such beings that are far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

The icon felt Xia Ji's anger,

There is a mysterious connection with him,

He is Xia Ji, Xia Ji is him,

Since Xia Ji came to this mountain, then he has a heart, and is no longer a dead jade image soaked in incense.

Here...

Xia Ji's heart is his heart.

His power is Xia Ji's power.

At this time, this power moved according to Xia Ji's will, and manifested itself in front of people.

The Master's Elephant looked at the monk blocking the mountain, and the King Cheng who sat high on the black flood chariot.

The second word falls.

"That is."

In an instant.

The vast coercion was like a sacred mountain suppressing the hearts of the monks, but the ordinary people who were on the ground did not feel it.

Prince Cheng reacted, he put his hands aside from the two women in his arms, and sneered: "Pretend to be a master! Pretend to be a ghost!!"

He embraced his hands, and a blue long sword suddenly condensed in the center of his palms. This sword appeared, and the surrounding air was already frozen with ice crystals, obviously it was a divine weapon.

The next moment, the dark and dark black film covered the body of King Cheng, and then the body of the **** soldier, exuding a cold and convincing terrifying feeling.

Prince Cheng shook his head with a smile, and stepped forward, "People teach only the strong, and the master only protects the strong, so there must be someone cheating, although I don't know how you did it, but you still go Die."

His dead words have just been spoken.

The third character of the icon of the Master has fallen.

"Penalty."

The three words are coherent, that is--evil is punished.

As soon as the three words came out, the holy but peaceful white air of good karma turned into a sword in the cloud, the light of the sword was quiet, and it swung to the ground with a light-hearted swipe following the icon of the Master.

This knife does not disturb the common people, does not disturb the people, does not startle the birds in the mountains, and keeps the trees in the forest...

This sword is not huge, but it is not small, it is not domineering, but it is not mean and humble...

In a miraculous way, this knife fell on King Cheng of the Fourteen Realms at the same time, as well as all the people brought by King Cheng.

One slash, cut everything.

Mortal can't understand, can't imagine.

But this time it happened.

With one slash, the statue of the Master no longer looked at the distance, no longer looked at success or failure, but bowed slightly to Xia Ji, which was regarded as a worship, and then dispersed and disappeared.

On the earth, all the monks who suffered the Master's knife turned into dust.

Kamma wipes out life. When the level of life is no longer, it is just a mortal person, but a skeleton that has been stored for hundreds of thousands of years and should have been weathered long ago.

Xia Ji walked to the empty flying chariot. At this time, the ashes all over the ground had already disappeared with the mountain wind, and only the flying sword fell on the ground.

He said softly: "You are wrong, the people's religion does not bless the strong, but the kind-hearted, the self-improvement."

After saying this, he walked down the stairs.

When he got out of Shen Queshan's range, the incense connection that was suddenly born due to the fluctuation of his mind just now disappeared.

Obviously, the only place where the Master appeared was when he went to the mountain where the ancestral hall stood.

Leaving this mountain, he would not be able to borrow this terrifying power.

At this time, in the distance, there were many uproars around.

"The Master has appeared holy."

"The Master really exists!!"

And those who crawl on the stone steps, paralyzed with fright, are embracing and weeping with those around them.

"The Master saved us."

"I saw it, I saw it, Master, join the cloud and manifest the icon."

The couple wrapped in black cat and white cat cloak turned around, rushed into the ancestral hall frantically, and knelt down in front of the jade statue.

The jade statue has a soft face, is bathed in the rich incense, and is silent, as if it is not him who has just appeared.

The couple kowtowed again and again to thank the kindness. They suddenly thought of the boy on the stone steps just now...

He seems to have blocked a blow for everyone before the Master arrives.

Who is he?

Why is he alone?

The bitter cold of late autumn~IndoMTL.com~Everything is withering, why should he bear it alone?

The man wrapped in the black cat cloak and the woman wrapped in the white cat cloak looked at each other, with tears still in the corners of their eyes, and the two hugged tightly.

On the lonely mountain road, Xia Ji is walking alone.

He listened to the shock and frenzy all the way, but not the slightest joy.

He glanced at the mountains full of yellow leaves curling up into a dragon, and the autumn wind was desolate and seductive,

He suddenly misses the mutton soup cooked by Xiaosu, the capital of Daqi,

It's time to drink in such weather, put onion slices, add pepper, when it's very warm and very warm,

The warm ones are like spring, the purple and red have bloomed, and the warm ones are like Miao Miao has returned.

He rubbed his hands and breathed a sigh of heat in the cold wind, but turned around and continued towards Dai's house in Shui'an City.

Although his heart is like an arrow, he still has something he must do and cannot go back.