Great Yinxian Dynasty

"In trouble?" Chao Xiaoyu walked up with the donkey.

Chen Jiu walked up with a gloomy expression: "It's not a normal trouble, it's a big trouble. I don't know how the old dog of the Taishi moved your majesty. He actually wants to do it to me."

"It's not your style to sit and wait to die." Chao Xiaoyu stroked his hair aside.

Chen Jiu shook his head. After having the Great Causal Divine Art, Chen Jiu saw the cause and effect more and more clearly: "Without my hands, someone has already begun to calculate the court. We just need to wait and take back our interests at a critical time."

After speaking, Chen Jiu walked towards the distant city without hesitation.

It's autumn, it's really autumn.

Autumn is a happy season, because in autumn you can harvest grain, and in autumn you can see the fruitful fruits.

But this fall, there was no joy at all, and people's faces were full of sadness.

With the help of that great benefactor last year, everyone survived. I thought it would be good this year. Who knew that a few days ago, an inexplicable rainstorm swept the entire dynasty, and all the crops were rotted in the ground.

Suddenly howled.

The imperial court’s tax revenue hasn’t been reduced in the slightest. I heard that the good man who donated money to everyone was wanted by the court last year, and his family was destroyed. When he saw the good man end like this, who would help these victims?

The level of Chaozhou rebellion became more and more fierce. Countless refugees came from all directions and joined the robbery and rebellion business.

This is a battlefield piled up with flesh and blood. Fang Xiandao drove a group of unarmed refugees to death. It is said that the imperial army's hands were weak.

The blood soaked the walls down, and countless crows wanted to grab food, but they were shot to death by the refugees and then ate meat.

Although the meat of crows is not delicious, for refugees who have not had meat for months or even years, this is the supreme delicacy.

From autumn to winter, Fang Xiandao once again won a city. During this period, half a million civilians were killed and injured. This winter was extremely cold. Countless refugees were frozen to death. They were collected by the monks of Fang Xiandao and piled together. According to legend, the bodies were piled as high as several mountains.

The grievances of the refugees increased, and even the golden dragon of the imperial court became depressed. It can be clearly seen that countless skeletons are biting the golden dragon. Constantly sucking dragon gas.

Looking at the piles of corpses, the middle-aged man in Fang Xiandao, the general of Chaozhou Town Hall was expressionless.

"You did the heavy rain in autumn?" The town general said, his voice hoarse.

"If you don't stand firm and want to make a big thing, how can you not die, the people will not die, the court will not die, the old fairy will not die. Once the court takes out its hand, it is us who die" Fang Xiandao's monk looked at The corpses piled up like a mountain in front of him, showing a fanatical expression.

"The cold current in winter is also your method, aren't you afraid of backlash?".

"Haha, backlash, I used all my life to activate spells. I have a lifespan of 17,000 years. I lost my life of 17,000 years. I still have three months to live. During these three months, I The old guy must be cursed to death, and I will pave the way for Fang Xiandao's descendants." As he said, the monk trembled.

The town general was silent for a while, and said after a while: "Do this. After you die, there will be karmic backlash, you don't even have a chance to reincarnate."

"If you die, you can't live forever. You will die forever. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather for the sake of our great cause. I am not afraid of death."

The general of the town house retreated until three miles away before standing still.

I don't know when the color changed in the sky, and the gray clouds and mist fell into the snow.

An old man in gray appeared not far from the monk, this was the ancestor of the empire.

"Did you invite me here for a decisive battle?" Although the ancestor's voice was not loud, it spread over a dozen miles.

"You and I are here today. If you win, our Fangxiandao will completely disappear and return to your prefecture. If I win, your dynasty will change hands." Fangxiandao's monk flushed, obviously abnormal.

The empire ancestor looked at the corpses piled up in several mountains in the distance, and slowly sighed: "You interfered with the operation of the heaven and the earth twice, just to disturb the order of the heaven and the earth, forcing the refugees to rebel, and now killing so many people, you have not What do you want to say".

"Hahaha, it has been done anyway, I am dead soon, I only ask if you agree or not."

"Do you think you have hope of victory?" the empire ancestor asked rhetorically.

Monk Fang Xiandao was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Since I called you here, I am sure of it."

"Your body's vitality is exhausted, and your life will be soon. I can't see where you are." The empire ancestor looked at the monk with mockery.

"Hey, I miss this world so much. When I die, I am afraid of death. I haven't lived enough." Monk Fang Xiandao looked at the sky and missed the color of nostalgia.

"Give you a chance to shoot." The empire ancestor carried his hands on his back and was full of arrogance, facing the monks who entered the realm of Dao, especially the broken monks, he had this confidence.

"Then I'm welcome." Monk Fang Xiandao put away his obsession, his eyes were firm, kneeling on the ground, and offering sacrifices to the endless existence in the sky.

The wind and clouds in the sky changed color, and a vicissitudes of ancient atmosphere filled a radius of more than ten li.

The eyes of the empire ancestor flashed mockingly: "I know your abacus when I see the corpse behind you. It's just a witchcraft. You really think that witchcraft can kill me. In the face of absolute strength, all Conspiracies and tricks are all paper tigers. I want you to be convinced and desperate. I want you to know that all your efforts are wasted."

The empire ancestor has been practicing for so many years and he is an old fox. How could this kind of thing deceive him? As for the sacrificial art, although he has heard of it, he would never believe that there are such evil methods in the world. If there were any, He should have heard of it all these years.

"Hahaha, you are really confident." Fang Xiandao's monk laughed wildly. He already felt the essence of his whole body slowly passing away. He saw the projection of the altar in the distant time and space. The sacrifice not only requires sacrifices, but also To sacrifice one's own vitality, the greater the request, the more vitality is needed.

"To be loyal to Fangxiandao, death is not enough, no regrets when the soul flies away." After finishing speaking, the vitality of the monk Fangxiandao was completely drained, and his body turned into ashes, leaving only a mass of soul.

The soul turned around at the last moment, looked at the town general, looked at the empire ancestors, laughed, and the words echoed in the sky repeatedly: "Be loyal, die without regrets, no regrets when you die."

Endless karma descended, swarming toward the monk's soul, and at the same time that the karma arrived, the altar took the lead to drain its soul essence.

For the great cause, the monks of Fangxiandao slaughtered sentient beings, committed boundless karma, countless creatures died unknown, and millions of human races lay down their bodies. Is he wrong? .

Perhaps, in the eyes of some people, he is right, in his own eyes, all the efforts are worthwhile.

But in the eyes of innocent sentient beings, he is a demon, an out-and-out great demon.

The last look of the monk Fang Xiandao, for some reason, was firmly imprinted in the heart of the town general, lingering.

In the past, he despised the monk as Xian Dao, even a little disgusted, but at this time, he couldn't dislike it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is a warrior who dedicated his life for his own ideals and desires. .

Millions of corpses were swallowed up, a blood-colored figure straddling the endless time and space, descended into the world.

Feeling that earth-shaking and overwhelming momentum, the empire's ancestors finally felt bad.

At the same time, all monks above the supernatural power realm of Taboo Sea felt the aura that overwhelmed the ages, and everyone's souls were trembling.

The blood-colored figure was slightly illusory, looking at the ancestor opposite, there was no expression, as if there was no intelligence, only instinct.

Gently waved his hand, pointed out, the space was blocked, time and space were frozen, the thunder in the sky roared.

Without a trace of firework, the empire’s ancestors were completely wiped out by the blood shadow, and felt the roaring thunder in the sky, the blood-colored silhouette seemed to remember something: "Eternally in a hurry, I will be back in a flash." .

After speaking, a palm split open the thunder penalty in the sky and disappeared in the long river of history. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation.)