Looking at Li Ku, who instantly killed seventeen powerful men from Purgatory Mountain and rushed towards him, Wenren Cang Yue let out a loud roar, gave up the Seven-Bright Demon Sword that she had just managed to recall, and used all the controllable power in her body to use the toes of her feet.
issue.
"Crack!"
The strongest Seven-Yam Demon Sword in Damang Purgatory Mountain was once again knocked away by the ring in Li Ku's hand, and this time the tip of the sword was broken. The whole sword of Purgatory Mountain, which has been handed down since the legendary era of gods and demons, looks like
It turned into a real ugly iron rod.
The ground under Wen Ren Cang Yue's feet was covered with countless spider web-like cracks in that instant, and his body was thrown back like a projectile.
The fire lotus carrying the flames that swept through the world came behind Li Ku at this moment.
In the midst of the sea of fire, the figure of a tall old man wearing a high crown and a red divine robe also vaguely appeared.
The red robe on his body was surrounded by flames, and countless flames flew out of the divine robe on his body.
Li Ku knew that he had no time to kill Wenren Cangyue, and he also knew that he could no longer be the opponent of the strongest master of Purgatory Mountain in Da Mang. However, his expression still did not change at all, and he turned around in the air.
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He did not block the fire lotus that rushed towards his body, but coldly and calmly threw the treasure ring in his hand.
The fire lotus melted on his body and completely enveloped his body.
Countless shouts and exclamations sounded from a distance, and a black-red pagoda almost the same size as the leader of Purgatory Mountain in flames flew out from behind the leader of Purgatory Mountain.
"when!"
There was a loud bang.
A ring of flaming winds and terrifying sounds swept across, and many practitioners in the distance screamed, causing blood to flow from their ears and noses.
The black-red pagoda in front of the Master of Purgatory Mountain flew upside down. The two fiery red hands of the Master of Purgatory Mountain stretched out from the wide sleeves filled with flames and held down the black-red pagoda.
The black-red pagoda paused, but countless cracks appeared on the hands of the headmaster of Purgatory Mountain. Many of the long divine robes full of endless majesty on his body and the ancient crown on his head were instantly shaken.
A crack like a sword.
Several coughs that were difficult for others to hear, with a meaning of bitterness and shock, came from the mouth of the headmaster of Purgatory Mountain at the same time.
A Purgatory Mountain cultivator wearing either blood-red armor or blood-red robes poured out from all directions, gathering like a tide toward the sea of fire in front of the leader of Purgatory Mountain.
Each of these practitioners in Purgatory Mountain is usually a magician in the eyes of the Damang people, and their status is extremely noble. However, at this time, these people can't help but tremble, with deep fear and wariness in their hearts.
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The flame goes out.
The ground is all burned into the shape of colored glaze.
The Guan Xia Li Ku who stood on the side of the old Emperor Da Mang no longer exists in this world.
However, after all the flames were extinguished and they looked at the place where he disappeared, all these bloody Purgatory Mountain cultivators could not help but let out a trembling exclamation.
Because the practitioners in Qianmo Cave and Purgatory Mountain have practiced some body-tempering secret techniques, their body bones are completely different from those of ordinary people and ordinary practitioners. Therefore, after cremation, some special bone relics will be formed.
Li Ku also left a bone relic.
But this bone relic is extremely long and narrow. Standing upright in a pool of pure white microorganisms, it is actually in the shape of a small sword. The tip and blade of the sword are pointed upward, exuding an extremely unruly and cold aura, as if it is about to kill someone.
A crack was cut in the sky.
The headmaster of Purgatory Mountain waved his hand, and the practitioners of Purgatory Mountain wearing blood-red armor or blood-red robes instantly receded like a tide.
However, several elders from Purgatory Mountain who were wearing black divine robes and whose bodies were filled with flames and black energy came behind him.
One of the Purgatory Mountain elders holding a scepter inlaid with black gemstones stared at the bone sword relic, leaned slightly, and asked respectfully: "Headmaster...why did Li Ku decide to die with Wenren Cangyue?"
Under such circumstances, are you willing to pay such a price to save Wen Ren Cang Yue? Does the headmaster really want to hand over the Grand Marshal Seal to Wen Ren Cang Yue?"
Several other Purgatory Mountain elders bowed slightly and seconded their opinions.
In their view, people like Wenren Cangyue are simply difficult to control, and the lives of seventeen such powerful Purgatory Mountain cultivators were used to stop Li Ku for a moment. The price was too high and too tragic.
"From the Battle of Falling Star Lake to the present... the war between Da Mang and Yun Qin is actually the war between Qingluan Academy and me, Purgatory Mountain."
The headmaster of Purgatory Mountain slowly extinguished the flames on his body and said calmly: "No matter how many winds and rains there are in this world, if you look at it more simply, it is still just my battle between Purgatory Mountain and Qingluan Academy. Keeping him is at least equivalent to
With an extra shield erected in front of us, we can let him do more things, so that Yunqin and Qingluan Academy will definitely kill him first. As for his uncontrollability and ambition...this does not require us to think too much
.It is absolutely impossible for him to be stronger than Qingluan Academy, and Yunqin and Qingluan Academy will definitely kill him..."
Several elders of Purgatory Mountain wearing black divine robes fell into silence, and then nodded slowly.
"Yun Qin seems to be surrounded by wind and has lost its original strength, but our Purgatory Mountain has been under the double oppression of Li Ku and Qingluan Academy for so many years. Is it really as beautiful as it seems on the surface?" Xu, the headmaster of Purgatory Mountain, said
Xu shook his head and mocked softly: "We in Purgatory Mountain need some time to recuperate... We need people like Wenren Cangyue to wear down some of the other party's strength. As for Da Mang, all we need is absolute awe... What's next
Who controls the human world for a while, and what does it have to do with us?"
"Headmaster is right." The elder of Purgatory Mountain who held the black gem scepter before also saluted again with sincerity and glanced at the relic of the unruly and cold bone sword with disdain.
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Damang Palace.
The palace of the old emperor Zhan Taimang looked exceptionally quiet under the starlight, as if no one had entered it for countless years.
Zhan Taimang was lying on the dragon couch.
Just as the entire Yunqin court knew that the old man named Huang was about to pass away, the entire Da Mang court also knew that the emperor who had been killed in the wilderness was also about to pass away.
The student whom he named Zhan Tai Qian Tang stood in front of his couch.
"I heard the palace door closing."
Zhan Taimang looked at the student in front of him who had been dragged into the struggle for imperial power, and shook his head, with a trace of self-deprecation on his face: "It seems that I am still afraid... so I am used to hearing this from a distance."
The sound is still so clear now."
Zhantai Qiantang's heart suddenly sank.
He had not been in Damang Palace for a long time, so he could not tell which of the countless subtle sounds in the distance in the palace was the sound of the palace door closing. However, he knew very well that the palace door was not closed yet.
When...when to close the palace gate is the emperor's order. Closing the palace door at this time means that someone dares to disobey the emperor's order and does not want the people inside the palace to go out.
He also knew very well that as long as Li Ku was alive, no one would dare to close the palace gate and initiate a major change at this time.
"Although I also sent people to look for Wenren Cangyue, I never thought that Wenren Cangyue could really escape from Biluo Mausoleum... In this battle, Changsun Jinse lost, Qingluan Academy lost, and I also lost."
Zhan Tai Mang sighed softly, then looked at Zhan Tai Qian Tang and said: "But as long as you are still alive... there is always a chance to make things right. You go."
As Zhantai Mang's calm voice came out, the dragon couch under him made a slight sound. Just beside Zhantai Qiantang, several thick stone bricks settled down, and the smell of dust hit his nostrils, revealing a person who had been covered in dust for who knows how many years.
The deep secret passage.
Zhantai Qiantang knew that this must be a secret passage that would allow him to escape from the palace and even escape from Damang King's City. However, there was a wry smile on his face, "Teacher, where can I go?"
Zhan Taimang looked at him and said without any doubt: "Where else can we go? Naturally, go to Yunqin. Go to Yunqin...and then return to Damang."
Go to Yunqin...return to Damang, this is just a very simple sentence, but Zhantai Qiantang knows very well how difficult it is to do this.
But his most sincere respect and admiration for this teacher and this emperor made him say nothing more. He just knelt down and bowed deeply to Zhan Taimang, then walked into the secret passage below and walked toward him.
An uncertain future.
Zhantai Mang watched Zhantai Qantang leave.
As some low sounds were heard, the secret passage was re-sealed.
In the palace he was familiar with, there was a faint sound of weapons cutting into flesh.
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It's still dark.
In the last darkness before dawn, an official wearing a purple official uniform and a jade belt at the center of the Zhengwu Division in the Imperial City of Zhongzhou received a Jiaowei-level secret report.
The moment he saw the contents of the secret report clearly, the leader of Yunqin military intelligence could not control the trembling of his hands, and his face turned extremely pale.
He couldn't help but look up to the east, wondering what kind of storm this huge empire would usher in after the next dawn illuminated the Yunqin Empire.
The sky is slightly bright.
Only a little later, in a deep house not far outside the imperial city, the old man surnamed Huang was wrapped in a silk blanket and saw the same information from Da Mang.
"Purgatory Mountain... did not kill Wen Ren Cangyue... let Wen Ren Cang Yue hold the Grand Marshal's Seal and command the troops of the great Mang world... Even people like Li Ku..." The old man surnamed Huang could have held on for a while.
, but after seeing such a secret report, he closed his eyes in pain, and his heart began to throb violently. The thin sheepskin roll turned into ashes in his hands.
When the cold dawn fell on the imperial city of Zhongzhou, the old man took his last breath.
Sad cries came from this deep house and compound, and many people who had always been paying attention to the movements of this deep house and compound, but who still didn't know what was happening in the distant wilderness, began to tremble nervously in their hearts.
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