246 The Battle of the Gods and the Green Mountain Remains
The bloody sky was particularly conspicuous at this moment.
Everything in the world seems to be dim because of this.
Yan Wulu, Jun Xing and others fought to the death with Tie Che and others on the mountainside.
Except for the iron chariot who was injured and escaped from the five iron-masked men, all the others died on the spot.
Yan Wulu didn't make any stop, and quickly headed to the top of the mountain with one step.
The others followed closely.
At this moment, they were only a few hundred meters away from the top of the Forbidden Mountain.
suddenly.
I saw two huge light pillars, one black and one white, appearing at the same time in the sky above the mountain top, shooting straight into the sky.
After that, there were strange changes in the stars, fire and rocks from the sky.
Under the bloody sky, the clouds formed a whirlpool shape.
Fire meteorites kept falling.
The majestic energy is overflowing.
As the earth shook and the mountains shook, it felt like a disaster was coming.
Suddenly, for a moment, it seemed as if the energy from the two parties violently collided.
It was vaguely felt that in this moment, the space was annihilated and the avenue disappeared.
The violent earthquake made everyone feel unstable and swaying from side to side.
Yan Wulu felt something bad in his heart.
Without any hesitation, he immediately used the "Blue Sea Clone Technique" to transform and step forward.
And when Yan Wulu stepped onto the top of the Zijin Mountain, everything in front of him seemed to be completely alien.
It's like suffering a divine punishment here.
The energy impact of the explosion turned almost all the land on the top of Zijin Mountain into black earth, and some places even turned into desert-like black powder.
Transparent crystals that only appear under severe high temperatures can be seen everywhere here.
An earth-shattering and tragic battle...
Although Yan Wulu did not witness this battle with his own eyes.
But as long as you see the traces of the battle left here at this time, you can roughly imagine what a terrifying battle it was.
Many of the world's masters who came with Yan Wulu were dumbfounded for a moment.
They believed that if they participated in this battle, they would definitely be dead.
Yan Wulu gradually came back to his senses.
He suddenly looked anxious.
Yan Wulu stepped forward with a sword and halberd in each hand, trying his best to look for his father Yan Dong.
And soon, he saw...
In the center of the entire mountaintop, Yan Dong sat high on the throne of an immortal like a dominating overlord.
The material of the immortal throne is really unusual. With such a violent impact, the entire top of the mountain seems to have been reshaped, but it is still as perfect as new...
Of course, the back of the throne was cut in half by a sharp artifact.
Although the sacred dignity of the Immortal Lord's throne was lost as a result, it actually gained the damaged power of the Overlord's throne.
And Yan Dong sat on the throne with such domineering attitude, declaring his status as the winner of this pinnacle battle.
He held one hand slightly in front of himself.
His eyes were silently staring at Xie Qixing's body, as if he was watching the other party slowly die.
In front of Yan Dong.
Xie Qixing, when we met at Zijin Mountain that day, he still looked like an immortal riding the wind.
At this moment, his face was pale, his lips were black and blue, his bun was messy, and his fairy robe was broken.
The black [Overlord Spear] penetrated his heart directly, and he fell on his back into the sunken earth.
But he didn't fall down completely. His body and the body of the [Overlord Spear] formed an inexplicably harmonious and strange triangle. It was like he was nailed here in the air.
His hands hung down weakly, with blood stains on them, and the center of his palms was broken into pieces due to the explosion of the fierce battle.
His arms were weak, but his body seemed as stiff as iron.
A pair of eyes that were extremely empty and lifeless.
There is blood flowing out of the mouth, nose and ears.
Xie Qixing is dead.
This seemingly invincible immortal was defeated by Yan Dong.
Yan Wulu was the first among everyone to react.
He immediately stepped forward with his sword in hand.
Just in case, Yan Wulu used the [Emperor Sword] to cut off Xie Qixing's head directly.
Broken neck.
However, Xie Qixing's body could no longer spurt out blood.
It's white and dry, like dried rotten meat.
Yan Wulu didn't know whether this was due to the physical changes of the ninth-level Immortal Lord or the huge offensive caused by his father.
It wasn't until much later that Yan Wulu knew that this was the trace left by an inferior version of the "sucking method".
Yan Wulu turned to look at his father on the throne.
The two people's eyes met.
At first, they were all silent and solemn, and then they both smiled.
Jun Xing, Cao Xi, Cheng Huanian, Sword Sheng and others also came forward one after another at this moment.
They looked at the corpse of the immortal carefully and found that the corpse of the immortal looked exactly like the corpse of a mortal.
The old man Sword Saint stepped forward first.
He came to Yan Dong's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said directly——
"Well, Yan Dong, you are so happy to win. How long have you been sitting here?"
"...Even if we win, we don't know how to come down and help us. We are having a very difficult time fighting at the foot of the mountain."
"Hahaha." Everyone heard and laughed.
The same is true for Yan Dong.
Everyone seemed extremely happy.
But Yan Dong sat on the immortal throne for a long time and did not get up.
Yan Wulu wondered in his heart whether his father was exhausted from the fierce battle and no longer had the energy to stand up.
He stepped forward and came to Yan Dong's side, ready to help him if necessary.
Yan Dong waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.
He looked at everyone, put one hand on the armchair of the throne and secretly exerted force, slowly stood up and said -
"This battle at Purple Mountain is over."
Yan Dong said.
In this devastated place, he stood up straight and solemnly announced to everyone——
"We won the battle!"
After hearing this, many of the world's masters finally relaxed from their tense mood at this moment.
Sergeant Zhenbei echoed loudly.
Yan Dong looked around, his aura looking down upon the world.
Cheng Huanian came to his side.
Yan Dong suddenly said secretly to Cheng Huanian——
"Send a signal to the emperor."
"...Maybe he is still thinking about whether he should welcome my victory or Xie Qixing's victory."
Cheng Hua thought it was appropriate to lower his head.
The low-pitched exchanges between the two of them did not affect the joy of victory in the crowd here at this moment.
But suddenly...Cao Xi fell.
It was also at this moment that everyone discovered the serious injuries that Cao Xi had been covering up.
The wound was not conspicuous under the black clothes, but blood kept pouring out, gradually soaking the entire skirt.
He had already suffered fatal injuries during the previous fierce battle, and it was not easy for him to be able to hold on until now.
Everyone gathered around.
Yan Wulu even half-supported Senior Cao Xi with one hand, and placed the other hand on Cao Xi's pulse point, trying to diagnose his injury.
When Cao Xi saw this, he laughed at himself and said——
"I'm really old. In the past, I was not capable of fighting like this."
"...Fighting with you old guys, I am the only one who suffered such serious injuries. I feel ashamed."
Yan Wulu felt a little sad.
This is not a problem of Cao Xi's strength, but that Cao Xi fought too fiercely.
Almost every one of the four iron-masked men who died suffered fatal attacks from Cao Xi. Even the iron chariot was injured and escaped after fighting with Cao Xi.
Moreover, Cao Xi's warrior essence was consumed too much...
This is the real fatal problem.
Otherwise, this injury may appear to be a horrific and serious injury, but it is actually not a crisis.
…
The Deer Platform of the Royal Palace.
Watching the scarlet flying fire signal agreed with King Zhenbei take off from the top of Zijin Mountain.
For a moment, the oppressive and solemn atmosphere on Lutai seemed to relax at this moment.
"We win, Father, we win!" Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui said excitedly.
Prince Zhao Lingfeng was also overjoyed.
In front of the two of them, the old emperor Zhao Purui did not show any obvious feeling of joy. His figure moved slightly and turned to leave.
Zhao Purui ordered while walking -
"Send people to greet the triumphal procession of King Zhenbei."
"...Then, let's release all the ten thousand boys and girls under house arrest in the palace."
Prince Yu Zhao Lingrui responded respectfully, and his face was filled with joy.
When Zhao Lingfeng heard this, his expression changed slightly and his heart was slightly touched.
He suddenly discovered that his father had actually made preparations a long time ago——
If King Zhenbei is defeated, his father will hand over these ten thousand boys and girls to the immortal as a sign of goodwill.
Moreover, from beginning to end, the people who attacked the mountain had nothing to do with the Daqian court.
Even Cao Xi had already resigned from the post of governor of the East Factory.
After this battle, as long as the Immortal still needs to work hard, he will not take action against the royal family.
Zhao Lingfeng was a little unclear whether the confidence his father showed in King Zhenbei at that time was really from his heart, or whether it was disguised to stabilize himself and Lao Jiu.
Zhao Lingfeng realized that there still seemed to be a big gap between himself and his father.
It’s like my father always has a perfect plan in place...
Zhao Lingfeng watched Zhao Purui leaving Lutai.
Suddenly, Zhao Lingfeng heard Zhao Purui muttering to himself——
"...If we cut down the three vassal states and expel the northern Xinjiang, we should be able to ensure that Daqian is safe for at least a hundred years."
Prince Zhao Lingfeng suddenly realized, he couldn't help but secretly thought——
"yes."
"...the noble family is gone, the immortal is dead, now it's time to eliminate the vassal king."
…
The Battle of Purple Mountain.
The dense haze over the Daqian Dynasty was swept away.
Emperor Zhao Purui sent envoys out of the city to meet the Zhenbei Army and the heroes of the rivers and lakes, and awarded them various honorary titles and countless gold and silver treasures.
Afterwards, a grand celebration banquet was held in the palace, and a benevolent decree was issued to reduce or reduce taxes in the world.
While celebrating Yan Dong and others, it also intends to announce to the world that the death of Prime Minister Qin Shuzheng and even the decision to sacrifice 10,000 boys and girls were all the work of the "thousand-year-old demon" on the Purple Mountain.
But now, the demon has been killed by the emperor's followers.
Any guilt has nothing to do with the royal family.
And any credit must be due to the coordination of the royal family.
After thanking the emperor for his kindness.
Yan Dong and Yan Wulu returned to Yan Mansion.
Cheng Huanian led the Zhenbei Army to station outside the city.
Amaro and Qiling, after communicating and confirming with Yan Wulu, left separately.
The Prince of Zhenbei is still acting as government agent for Beidi.
When Yan Wulu left the Western Regions, he asked Li Mieling, Nan Chuanyue and others to go to the Western Yi Tubo to find Amaro, and asked Bai Yue to convey the message to Qiling, the sacred beast of the beast tribe.
In the name of the Lord of the North, he promised them a gift they could not refuse.
In addition, Amaro was already on good terms with Yan Wulu, and Qi Ling was personally requested by Bai Yue.
They thought about the gains and losses, so they were all willing to help Prince Zhenbei.
However, they did not know at the time that the opponent in this war was far more powerful than they imagined...
But, fortunately, we have all won now.
…
Cao Xi, the former governor of Dongchang, was seriously injured, and the old emperor Zhao Purui sent an imperial doctor to treat him.
Yan Wulu also went to inspect it personally.
However, Cao Xi's body seemed to be beyond recovery.
The injuries on his body are secondary, mainly because the warrior's original energy is consumed too much...
But Cao Xi didn't care much about these.
He said, "I have served Daqian as the governor all my life. Finally, when I was dying, I did what I wanted to do as Cao Xi."
Yan Wulu told Cao Xi that he would work with Yaowang Gu to find a way to extend Cao Xi's life.
But Cao Xi waved his hand, "In a person's life, birth, death, sickness and old age are inevitable."
"...I am neither a god of war nor an immortal. Death is also a relief."
Yan Wulu had nothing more to say.
He expressed his gratitude to Cao Xi for his continued care.
After leaving.
The next day, I heard the news of the death of Cao Xi, the former governor of Dongchang.
The old emperor personally wrote an inscription for Cao Xi, and he was buried with honors as the Governor of the East Factory.
Yan Wulu felt a little melancholy and had no ideas in his mind for a while.
I just feel that Governor Cao has his own joys and sorrows throughout his life.
…
The old man Sword Saint said goodbye and left on the day the "Battle of Purple Mountain" ended.
He didn't even go to the celebration banquet invited by the old emperor.
Yan Wulu originally wanted to invite the old man Sword Saint to go to the Northland with him.
But he was also rejected by the old man Sword Saint.
The Sword Saint handed his "Blood-Drinking Demonic Blade" to Yan Wulu, and he said——
"Now that I have repaid my great kindness, I have decided to withdraw from the world."
"...This sword is useless to me. I hope His Highness can find a new sword owner for it in the future."
Yan Wulu took the magic blade with both hands and agreed.
After that, the old man, the Sword Saint, left and walked away.
His back looked very stooped and small, and he occasionally coughed...
Yan Wulu originally thought that the old man Sword Saint would continue to sell tea there in Hexi, but he waited until Yan Wulu returned to Beidi and occasionally went to Hexi again.
But I found that I saw only green mountains but no people.
The tea shop has long been abandoned, like a ruin on the roadside.
When Yan Wulu saw this, he felt slightly sad and murmured to himself——
"It seems that Senior Sword Saint didn't even come to the tea shop back then."
…
After the Battle of Purple Mountain, Sword Saint Junxing stayed in Jinling for two days, and then returned to Yaowang Valley.
The inflammation and poison in his body has just been suppressed, but it has not yet been eradicated.
Yan Wulu has communicated with Yao Yingran, Zhao Linglong, Rong Qingyao and others, and feels that it may not be realistic to completely eliminate the inflammation poison.
However, Zhao Linglong said that it might be possible to turn Jun Xing into a demon descendant of the Flame Demon to become immune to the flame poison.
Yan Wulu was worried that Master Junxing, as a generation sword master, would not bother to become a demon.
But after Junxing heard about it, he said that Yan Wulu was overly worried.
He said——
"If you can live a little longer, who will care whether you are possessed or not?"
