After many years of fighting, with the death of the leader of Purgatory Mountain in front of Chiba Seki, the war between Qingluan Academy and Purgatory Mountain finally ended with the victory of Qingluan Academy.
The war between Zhang Ping and Lin Xi is, in a sense, a civil war at Qingluan College.
In this catastrophe that has directly involved all practitioners in the world, except for those believers in Purgatory Mountain who devoutly believe that Zhang Ping is the reincarnation of the original God-given Demon King of Heavenly Demon Prison, no other practitioner can be sure.
I can survive.
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"I said I'd make you change your mind."
The rumbling sound of heavy objects crushing and the indifferent voice simultaneously reached the palace where the princess was imprisoned in Zhenlong Mountain.
More than a dozen red-robed priests from Purgatory Mountain, whose faces were slightly glowing with blue and black luster, appeared in front of the eldest princess pulling heavy giant chariots.
There is a brand new throne on the giant chariot, which is entirely made of various damaged or even broken soul weapons.
These soul soldiers are simply connected together with a certain black-red metal unique to Purgatory Mountain, and they all retain their original appearance. The various fractures and runes exude a strange luster, and they look particularly cold and ferocious.
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Zhang Ping sat on this ferocious metal throne, with his head slightly lowered, looking at his eldest grandson Muyue who still couldn't understand the meaning of what he just said.
"Is this a psychological comfort for yourself? No matter how much throne you are on, it can't cover up the fact that you dare not leave that armor. If I guess correctly, your armor is either in this throne of yours or in your
In the giant chariot below." Looking at Zhang Ping who was looking at her, Changsun Muyue said very indifferently and meanly.
Zhang Ping looked at her thin lips and said slowly: "Yun Qin's evaluation of you has always been that you are cold and cold. I think this is also true. You should understand that as long as you obey me and come out to clean up the court, then
There won’t be so many people opposing the orders of the cabinet at this moment. If you don’t stand with me for a day, countless people will rebel and die. Now you can tolerate countless people dying every day because of your will, then I
I want to see if you can bear it when you watch them die with your own eyes."
Changsun Muyue heard something from Zhang Ping's voice. Her face instantly turned extremely pale. She paused in breathing and looked at Zhang Ping's giant chariot.
There was the smell of blood, and there was the sound of the clash of shackles and the sound of footsteps.
Nearly a hundred Yunqin officials, shackled and stained with blood, were driven into the hall like slaves in the Purgatory Mountains.
"Eldest Princess!"
The moment they saw the eldest grandson Muyue clearly, these Yunqin officials who had already suffered torture fell to the ground and couldn't control themselves with excitement.
The eldest grandson Muyue saw the faces of these people clearly.
Looking at the wounds on these people and thinking of what these people had done for Yun Qin, she couldn't help but cover her mouth to prevent herself from making any weak sounds.
"It's a touching scene, isn't it?"
Zhang Ping looked at the eldest grandson Muyue and these Yunqin officials who refused to surrender without emotion, and said coldly: "In fact, you should resent Qingluan College and Lin Xi. It was Qingluan College that taught me to question and resist.
And Lin Xi, the many stories he told me also made me different from those people who kneel to the ground when they see you. I remember he told me a story about the Iron Throne. I thought it was very good, so I cast it.
Show him such a throne. Therefore, there should be no Qingluan College in this world, and there should be no existence of Dean Zhang and Lin Xi. Yun Qin does not need it at all. He does not want existences like Qingluan College and Lin Xi. You should stand with me.
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"enough!"
Changsun Muyue interrupted Zhang Ping with an angry shout, "You treat them like this and you still want us to stand with you?"
"Are there not many officials who have died unjustly, died or been imprisoned because of your attempts at remonstrance, or died in your party strife over the years?" Zhang Ping said indifferently: "I'm just not like you.
hypocritical."
After saying this, Zhang Ping waved his hand gently.
A chain flew out from the sleeve of a Purgatory Mountain priest and wrapped around the neck of a Yunqin official. With just a twist, the Yunqin official's head flew up, and hot blood sprayed out.
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A burst of angry shouts and curses sounded like a tide.
All the other Yunqin officials wanted to rush in front of Zhang Ping, but they were all held back by the priests of Purgatory Mountain with chains.
The eldest grandson Muyue did not make a sound, but her thin lips were bitten by herself until bright red blood dripped out.
"I will kill them one by one in front of you."
Zhang Ping looked at her mockingly and said softly: "Kill until you change your mind. And I want to remind you that those who die here every day are not just the officials in front of you, but also countless people involved with them.
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"Your Highness, we must not let him succeed!"
An extremely angry voice sounded. The voice was very hoarse, as if there was a lot of sand stuffed in the throat. Just listening to this voice can make people imagine that this person must have suffered a lot of torture.
"Wang Buping, I know that you are Jiang Yanguan's disciple, and I also know that you were once Lin Xi's friend. You are not afraid of death. But I can also tell you that you are also a very important person in the entire Zhongzhou City. As long as you stand up,
There will be many people who will listen to you. So I will keep you, I will be the last one to kill you, and wait for you to change your mind, but after I kill all these people around you, if you still don’t change your mind, I will kill you
Kill her."
Zhang Ping looked at the young official who was dripping with blood, stretched out a finger and tapped Changsun Muyue, "Her life and death also depends on your hands."
"You are right. I am mean and indifferent by nature, so I don't think I will obey you because of their life and death." Changsun Muyue's cold and trembling voice sounded, and her eyes were burning as she stared at Zhang Ping,
"Even if you kill them all and kill me, I will not change my decision."
Zhang Pingping looked at his eldest grandson Muyue expressionlessly, as if he could see a flower on her almost transparent face.
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Just when Zhang Ping realized that he had underestimated his eldest grandson Muyue and began to think about what he was going to do next, Wen Xuanshu was lying in a pile of firewood.
The firewood stacks made of rice straw are very soft. Many children in the southern provinces like to hide and seek in the holes in the firewood stacks, or imagine that they are in a different world and fantasize about some adventure stories of their own.
However, Wen Xuanshu did not feel any comfort at this time. There seemed to be countless red-hot iron wires running through his body. Severe pain suddenly appeared from time to time, like countless steel needles driving into his mind, making him feel uncomfortable from time to time.
I wanted to howl several times.
This kind of pain even made it difficult for him to enter meditation practice, making it impossible for him to replenish and restore his soul power.
While adjusting his breathing with difficulty and constantly trying to enter meditation practice, he thought of many pictures.
He thought about how he, like Lin Xi and Gao Yanan, had become the natural choice of Qingluan College, how proud he was and how he refused to accept the assignment of the college, how college classmates like Zhang Ping at that time were no match in his eyes, and then he thought about that autumn
At the scene of the sacrifice, I thought about my anonymous wandering in Yunqin, I thought about the tragedy that happened in the lotus pond by the lake, I thought about how I wanted to kill the Priest of Purgatory Mountain, but I was no match for that Priest of Purgatory Mountain, and was severely injured instead.
, finally escaped.
He has always been excellent, even in Qingluan Academy. After the Autumn Festival that year, his practice has been very difficult. However, he never expected that Zhang Ping's subordinate Priest of Purgatory Mountain, who was like a minion, could actually
You can defeat him!
His self-esteem was once again severely wounded. He also knew that the cultivation techniques that Zhang Ping obtained from the Heavenly Demon Prison were too powerful compared to the methods in the current world of practitioners. Perhaps they were given to a pious Purgatory Mountain priest at random.
Dharma is equivalent to the top secret technique of Thousand Demon Cave in the past.
However, all the scenes faded away in his memory, only the dripping blood in the pavilion by the lake was clearer. He thought about the hot porridge and ginger soup given by the kind middle-aged scholar in the past, but he did not want to sink into it.
"There must be a way to defeat him." He said to himself with certainty in his heart.
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"There must be a way to defeat him." Shortly after Mu Shanzi left in the night, Lin Xi also said to everyone including Nangong Weiyang and Qin Xiyue.
After escaping from Zhongzhou City, Lin Xi rarely spoke, but looking at his conversation with Mu Shanzi today, everyone understood that the trustworthy and dependent Lin Xi before was back.
"What do you want to do?" Nangong Weiyang has always been a very direct person, so she looked at Lin Xi directly and asked.
"In the last conversation between Zhang Ping and me, we said a lot of things, but at the same time, we also concealed a lot of things." Lin Xi looked at her and everyone, and said slowly but clearly: "Have you discovered a fact, whether it was previously
Neither the headmaster of Purgatory Mountain nor Zhang Ping seemed to care about Tang Zang's threat at all."
"They should also know very well that Tang Zang has Nangong Mo. Vice President Xia believes that Nangong Mo's achievements will be higher than him in the future." After a slight cough, Lin Xi continued: "Even if the leader of Purgatory Mountain and Zhang
Ping feels that Nangong Mo is not as good as Li Ku and has no possibility of becoming a great sage master soon, but Tang Zang also has a more powerful existence called Prajna Temple. Even our Qingluan Academy is trying every means to obtain the cultivation method from Prajna Temple, and whether it is
In the battle where Senior Gu Xinyin killed Xiao Xiang, the uncle of Emperor Zang of Tang Dynasty, and later in the battle at Biluo Mausoleum, the people of Prajna Temple showed terrifying power, but why did both the headmaster of Purgatory Mountain and Zhang Ping just
As the biggest enemy, Qingluan Academy doesn’t seem to consider the existence of Prajna Temple at all?”
Nangong Weiyang frowned and nodded: "A person like the Master of Purgatory Mountain will not only think about Yun Qin, but the entire world."