Chapter 27 Chapter 29 Qingshan is a place where bones can be buried

King Wuyue laughed wildly: "Good!" He flew up suddenly, covered in purple mist, and turned into a huge palm, grabbing at Zhuo Wangsun in the air!The skill of Three Flowers Gathering the Top is indeed extremely fierce, just after using this move, he immediately felt the surrounding air tightened, as if it was completely eroded by this move, turning into an extremely horrific Qi Dao, angrily squalling towards Zhuo Wangsun. King Wuyue's body was like a purple dragon flying in the sky, and immediately displayed a dozen killer moves towards Zhuo Wangsun! Zhuo Wangsun remained motionless.

King Wuyue's heart suddenly became disturbed. Can he really beat this man? Even with the peerless martial arts, can he defeat the invincible Huayin Pavilion Master? His angry gestures were fierce, but his heart was extremely chaotic. He has no answer! In mid-air, he suddenly let out a long howl! A touch of crimson suddenly flashed behind Zhuo Wangsun's back, crimson, like a staring eye, but condensed in the depths of his heart, it was miserable sadness, a night full of demon dreams. Meng Tiancheng's face was stern, and all his mind was absorbed into this Chiyue demon sword. His sword was unfavorable, not fast, not fast, not strong, but demonic.

The demon is so angry that people complain, and his heart is ecstatic. The monster is so sad, the monster is heartbroken. The sword came out and the world was shocked. With purple mist and red eyes, and Zhuo Wangsun's indifferent figure like a green mountain, every attack is enough to shock the world, not to mention the two moves together. There is absolutely no one in the world who can resist the combination of these two!Not even Zhuo Wangsun! A sneer appeared on the corner of King Wuyue's mouth. All the aroused anger was vented in this move. Kill Zhuo Wangsun! Zhuo Wangsun smiled faintly, that smile was so far away, like a faint green hill, stretching across the sky, with a trace like a daisy, lingering like a thin line of sky swinging, but no matter how sharp the knife, no matter how strong the sword, it could not be cut off.

Who can break the sky?Who can cut through the green hills? On one side of his body, King Wuyue and Meng Tiancheng were suddenly in a trance, the figure of Zhuo Wangsun was in front of them, but the fists that were furious like Zi Lei, and the bewitching sword with red eyes cut through the air at the same time! Meng Tiancheng was startled, the demon knife suddenly disappeared, his figure wandered away like a ghost, hidden in the twilight, waiting for the momentary gap. Zhuo Wangsun's cold eyes suddenly lifted up, and King Wuyue's heart shuddered! He was like a moth to a flame, locked by Zhuo Wangsun's eyes, unable to break free, unable to escape.

Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "What is the world?" King Wuyue was stared at by him again, unable to escape, Zhuo Wangsun said word by word: "What, for, heaven, and down?" The king of Wuyue couldn't bear it and replied: "The world, the Central Plains is the world, and the world beyond the Great Wall is also the world, as long as I unify..." Zhuo Wangsun interrupted him coldly: "No," "I am the world." "The clamor of the world is my clamor, the faith of the world is my faith, the prestige of the world is my prestige!"

"I have no clamor, how can the world have any clamor? I have no faith, how can the world have faith? I have no prestige, how can the world have any prestige?" King Wuyue was suffocated! Zhuo Wangsun stood proudly, talking eloquently, every word hit his heart like a heavy hammer. Every word seems to be a realm that one desires to achieve, but only when one is informed and taught a lesson, one realizes that there is such a high realm in the world. That was the highest state he longed for but could never achieve. I am the world. The world is me. Therefore, without seeking, without seeking, become the master of the world.

Therefore, there is no need for painstaking planning, no need for conspiracy, no need for martial arts, and no need for wisdom. Natural swordsmanship and martial arts are the best in the world, literary talent is the best in the world, strategy and military strategy are the best in the world, and intelligence is the best in the world. I am the world. King Wuyue staggered, and there seemed to be a rush of anger in his chest, but there was nowhere to vent it, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood! "Why...why is there someone like you in the world?" He sighed deeply, Zhuo Wangsun was like a high mountain, blocking him, he knew that no matter how he climbed, he would never be able to cross it again.

Just like the bearded man sighed when he saw Li Shimin that day. The posture of the dragon and the phoenix, the watch of the sky and the sun. The Central Plains is no longer possible. The purple mist was condensed, and it was heavy in the hand, but it could no longer be struck. Even if his martial arts are better than Zhuo Wangsun, so what? "Why... why don't you go out of the mountain to fight for the world?" He couldn't help asking the last question. He was startled suddenly and staggered back. ----He saw Zhuo Wangsun's eyes. It is so profoundly lonely, but it is lofty and clear, like the sky above the heads of common people.

The world is so small to him. So small that he didn't want to fight at all. King Wuyue let out a miserable laugh, but it turned out that in the eyes of this person, he was so disdainful of what he had worked so hard to snatch. He discarded it like a shoe, but he regarded it as a standard. He couldn't help but fight, lost these, what else would he have? He shouted, "Tiancheng!" The demon eyes suddenly appeared, and Meng Tiancheng's figure flew up, blocking Zhuo Wangsun, his eyes were cold, no matter what King Wuyue asked him to do, he would never refuse! King Wuyue flew vertically, like a yellow dragon across the sky, and rushed towards Emperor Jiajing angrily.

As long as this person is killed, he may not be able to make a comeback! He sternly said, "Tianjian, cover me!" Meng Tiancheng was by no means mediocre, although he was no match for Zhuo Wangsun, he could still stop him for a while. With the help of Ou Tianjian, the Three Flowers Gathering the Top magic skill unfolded, and King Wuyue was sure to kill Emperor Jiajing with one blow! Once the emperor died, the Ming Dynasty would become a chaotic world, and it would not be difficult for him to take advantage of the momentum to rise up. King Wuyue laughed wildly. The figure flashed, and King Wuyue stopped suddenly.

Ou Tianjian. Ou Tianjian blocked his way. King Wuyue said sharply: "What are you doing? You should cover me and help me kill the emperor!" A trace of confusion flashed across Ou Tianjian's face. This No. 3 person in the Wuyue Palace, a clown-like character who has always followed behind the Wuyue King, is now full of horror and disbelief. He opens his hand, but a little cowardly, as if he dare not speak in front of the Wuyue King: "My lord, do you really want to rebel? Do you really want to collude with the enemy and betray the country?" King Wuyue snapped: "Is this the first day you follow me? Get out of the way!" A painful twitch flashed across Ou Tianjian's face, he shook his head suddenly, and said, "No! My lord, I can't let you go! I can't let you be a sinner through the ages! If you kill the emperor, you will be disloyal, filial, benevolent and inhumane." righteous!" King Wuyue was suffocated! Ou Tianjian, who is like a clown, usually obeys him?How can you say these things to him now? Ou Tianjian held on to the military talisman firmly, and said earnestly to the King of Wuyue: "My lord, didn't you always teach me to build up the achievements of Wei Qing and Huo Qubing? Now is the time. We are bad people, but we are not traitors who betray our nation and country. …” His words choked suddenly. A hand suddenly passed through his chest, covered in blood, and retracted terribly. Ou Tianjian stared blankly at King Wu Yue, as if he couldn't believe that he killed himself. After following him for more than ten years, he never thought that he would die at the hands of the Seventh Prince, and he never thought that the Seventh Prince would betray his country one day. He fell to the ground, in a pool of blood. King Wu Yue's heart was filled with rage, he couldn't help but strike, wanting to crush Ou Tianjian to ashes, at this moment, he actually hated this clown-like figure so much. A knife stretched out and blocked him. "My lord, let him go..." Meng Tiancheng covered his whole body in a black robe, holding the hand of King Wuyue with his knife. He looked at Ou Tianjian, who was slowly dying. Ou Tianjian also looked at him. Meng Tiancheng was very surprised that this clown-like character was not confused at the moment of national righteousness. This country belongs to everyone. Although they are usually cowardly or despicable, when they are really needed, they will be there. Without hesitation, she threw her head and sprinkled her blood. Each of them will be a hero. But I... have made an oath to follow this traitor, no matter where he will go. Meng Tiancheng suddenly felt a little sentimental in his heart.Like the sunset red. Ou Tianjian twitched, his eyes were slack, and he said with difficulty: "I... did I do it right?" Meng Tiancheng nodded slightly. At this moment, he admired this little man in the palace. Ou Tianjian smiled, and that smile was like a flash of light, illuminating his life. "You...do you know that I...I have a wish?" "I really want... really want... listen to you... this... the number one expert in the palace, call me... call me Let me say... Ou Ye" His breathing has been intermittent like a gossamer, and he can no longer support the continuation of life. Meng Tiancheng gently bent down and held his hand. "There was a man named Lu Duan in ancient times. When later generations commented on him, they said: Lu Duan is not confused about major matters. I think, if Lu Duan lived to this day, he would definitely say: Master Ou is not confused about major matters." Ou Tianjian smiled.He died with this smile in his mouth. This is a clown's tragedy, destined to end with a smile. Feeling that his hands were getting stiff, Meng Tiancheng's eyes couldn't help getting wet. He died like a clown and a hero. He really wanted to dig a grave for him and erect a stele in front of the grave, with an inscription carved on it with a demon knife: Tomb of Ougong Tianjian, a hero of the Ming Dynasty. But he can't, the battlefield is like snow, where will the boy's head be sent? There is no need for a tomb. He stood up slowly, sorrow spread all over his body like dust.The desolation in his heart suddenly cut even the demon knife continuously. King Wuyue also felt a little sad, he suddenly regretted it extremely, he would rather give up his career as emperor in exchange for Ou Tianjian's life.In the past years, he led Meng Tiancheng and Ou Tianjian to travel around the rivers and lakes. Those days were so pure, but now, he killed them with his own hands. Suddenly so lonely. Zhuo Wangsun watched all this happening and remained motionless. It seemed that it was just a scene and had nothing to do with him at all. People come and go, flowers bloom and wither.The world is nothing but a dream. Now, the play is over. Want to kill someone? He stared at King Wuyue and Meng Tiancheng. The momentum of these two people has been depressed, and they can't bear the blow of their famous sword. He said lightly: "You lost." Wuyue Wang Haoran sighed. good.He lost. Lost to the fullest.Defeated by the sword of the world. "The Central Plains is out of reach. I'll go to the east by sea... In the future, if you want to bait a cow and fish for a fish, you and I will meet again." He took Meng Tiancheng with him and left with a long smile. Zhuo Wangsun Xiao Ran stands like a green mountain. Xiangsi struggled to raise her head, looked at him, and softly called: "Sir, let him go." She must not let Zhuo Wangsun make another move.She couldn't let Zhuo Wangsun attack Meng Tiancheng. Because, only she knows that Meng Tiancheng once again took refuge in King Wuyue. That is the price of the mutual market between Mongolia and Han.For the sake of her ideals, this young man who values ​​promises and despises life and death resolutely chooses a road of no return. And when she was imprisoned in a secret place by the King of Wuyue and took Tu as a hostage to restrain I Dahan, it was he who left clues secretly to help her escape.Only then can she escape from the prison and arrive at the front of the battle in time. How could she endure the slightest harm to him? Before disappearing, Meng Tiancheng looked back and took a deep look at Acacia. Xiangsi knew what he meant. Huanhuaxitou is his only concern, and he wants her to go to that small building and take a look. She nodded slightly. But infinitely disappointed. The heroes of the righteous way were at a loss, not knowing whether to chase or not.They looked at Zhuo Wangsun, unknowingly, they regarded him as the leader. Zhuo Wangsun smiled lightly, his eyes focused on Jie. Shiva's bow, Shiva's arrows, shining brightly at his feet, persecuted the pale demon king. Chong Jie was not alarmed, and smiled gently: "Sure enough, he is the number one figure in the Central Plains. He overwhelmed the Seventh Prince and disintegrated his army of 100,000. I should admire him." Luozhuo Wangsun smiled faintly: "The prince was defeated because he understood that the defenders in the city had already discovered that he was in collusion with you, so they stopped listening to his orders, right?" Chong Jie let out a sharp hiss, and his elegant and gentle attitude disappeared immediately! Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "Otherwise, how could you allow him to fight me calmly?" Chong Jie's pale body trembled, standing in the twilight, the setting sun was like blood, shining down on everything in the world, but it couldn't penetrate his almost transparent face.His whole body was tightly wrapped in a thick white robe, like a weak elf, who would die if he touched it. "Do you think I'm afraid of you?" He gasped: "Do you think you're going to beat me like you beat him?" He snapped: "No!" "Never!" He tore off the white robe, took out a small jade bottle, and waved his hand vigorously, the jade bottle was shattered, and the blood in the bottle turned into a blood mist, floating in the sky. He raised his head, waiting for the blood mist to slowly fall and be blown away by the wind. Then, kneel quietly. Kneeling in the ashes of war and calamity, he is extremely devout. A group of people wearing white cloaks slowly came out from behind him and walked towards Zhuo Wangsun. Their steps were extremely slow, and the huge cloak wrapped their figures, making them like a series of shadows, floating in the sun.The daylight grew pale and cold. The blood mist fell slowly, and there was no trace in anyone's cloak. The cloak slipped off slowly, revealing silent faces. A little blood red imprinted between their brows, like the smile of a god.Their skin is pale like bright jade, and their bodies are not stained with any filth. They worship Zhuo Wangsun devoutly. Zhuo Wangsun's face suddenly changed. He knew them only because he had encountered one of them on the grassland. Skeleton Buddha. The instant they worshiped, a strange transformation began to creep over them.Their flesh began to shrink slowly, as if there was a huge hole in their body, devouring their flesh and blood.But the blood red between the eyebrows is even more dazzling. They are slowly turning into a skeleton Buddha. The Buddha who came into the world with the smile of plague and devil. Zhuo Wangsun naturally knew their strangeness.At that time, only one skeleton Buddha had almost forced out all of his cultivation, but now there are hundreds of them, densely packed. That is definitely not something human can resist! Chongjie was cornered by him, and he dispatched all five hundred skeleton Buddhas. That is the most terrifying weapon in the Three Linked Cities.It is the blessing of the gods that the Feitian clan has been begging for three thousand years. Zhuo Wangsun took a step back. The thunder of the dark turtle exploded, as if a god sighed sadly, within three feet of the skeleton Buddha, it suddenly turned into pitch black.Giant arrows, cannon stones, arrow towers, and soil rotted one after another, turning into pieces of ashes, flying around the skeleton building, and the fallen corpses instantly turned into scorched black, thick black sewage flowed out from the corpses, and even the bones turned into nothing . The toxicity of the Skeleton Buddha is very strong and mysterious.It is really unique in the world, even the leader of Pavilion Huayin, who is number one in the world, can't help but retreat every step of the way! Zhuo Wangsun roared angrily, and jumped up suddenly! The long sleeves were rolled up, dozens of archery towers and catapults were stirred by his strength, huge arrows and cannon stones burst into anger and shot together.Zhuo Wangsun was in the air, and his strength spread into a long rainbow, binding the giant arrows and cannon stones together, and suddenly shot down at the skeleton Buddha like thunder! Skeleton Buddha looked up together. The fierce offensive formed by giant arrows and cannon stones was wiped out under their eyes, and the ashes of the catastrophe were even more abundant. The flying pieces were the poison of Shura's plague, which could kill people. Zhuo Wangsun's complexion changed again, he suddenly floated to the bank of the moat, his sleeves waving violently, the mud and corpses in the river were moved by his unparalleled strength, turned into two black dragons, overwhelming the Skeleton Buddha. The group of skeleton Buddhas remained motionless, clasped their hands together. Ashes to ashes. Before Mo Long touched them, he was exhausted, and disintegrated into pieces of ash. The ash danced in the air and splashed towards Zhuo Wangsun. Black also turns into ashes. Zhuo Wangsun changed color in shock, and hastily pushed out his palm, shaking the ashes away. Under such a monstrous demonic poison, he couldn't help frowning deeply. What can he do? Suddenly, a touch of water red appeared in the sky full of ash. Xiangsi struggled to get up and walked towards the skeleton Buddhas. Zhuo Wangsun's shock was no small matter, he wanted to stop her, but under the pressure of the Skeleton Buddha just now, he had already retreated too far, and in a hurry, he was beyond his reach! He shouted at Xiangsi angrily: "Come back!" Regardless of his call, Acacia slowly walked towards the Skeleton Buddha.Tears turned into pearls, falling from her eyes silently. She staggered forward, as if she didn't know that they were the most terrifying monsters in the world, but she only regarded them as the weakest children. The body of the skeleton Buddha stopped suddenly, and they also found lovesickness at this moment. They let out a long mournful cry. Luanwu's ash of calamity scattered suddenly, as if not daring to fall on Xiangsi. When Xiangsi approached, a skeleton Buddha couldn't help but knelt down in front of her, weeping. Xiangsi stretched out her hands tremblingly, regardless of the poison of filth, and pressed it on its forehead. "How...how could it be you?" The skeleton Buddha's crystal bones trembled, making a crackling sound, and Acacia's body trembled too. Chong Jie's voice came faintly: "Aren't you surprised to see them?" Acacia looked up suddenly. Chongjie was like a pale shadow floating behind the skeleton Buddha. "Unexpectedly, the most terrifying skeleton Buddha in the world is the original people of the deserted city!" There was a smile on his lips. "Do you remember when you used the jade bottle to collect their blood? Do you remember, I said that the only way to save them?" Acacia nodded blankly. Chongjie's smile is like a child's, full of mischief: "Yes, they were saved and turned into skeleton Buddhas." He said word for word: "That ceremony was not to save them, but to turn them into skeleton Buddhas. It was you who turned them into skeleton Buddhas with your own hands." "Do you like this ending?" Acacia let out a terrified sob.how could this be? Chong Jie said leisurely: "I didn't lie to you, they are really saved, you see, they will never die again, never will." He said softly: "It will always be others who die. The world will be turned into ashes because of their worship." A tear fell from the lovesick eyes. She couldn't help but knelt down, hugging the skeleton Buddha, regardless of the filth and poison. "sorry Sorry!" She hissed and wept. At this moment, she would rather go deep into hell and bear all this for them.But she could only say one word: "I'm sorry!" She repeated it over and over again, and tears fell, staining the crystal skeleton of the skeleton Buddha. Chong Jie said lightly: "They still know you, celestial girl. Look at how merciful they are. They would rather have the poison of the plague go back into your body than leak out a trace and poison you. They are real Buddhas, aren't they? Unfortunately, this kind of demon poison is too If they are too fierce, even they themselves cannot fully control them, if you continue like this, you will die sooner or later." The clothes on Xiangsi's body, following his words, have turned into a light ink color, and the ash is flying, and the ink color is slowly deepening. Zhuo Wangsun's true energy surged, he pushed the ashes away, floated up, and shouted: "Go!" Xiangsi choked up and said, "No!" She hugged the skeleton Buddha tightly, she couldn't give them up, it was her fault! The Skeleton Buddha lowered his head and knelt in her arms. This demonic body composed of filth and evil had tears streaming from his deep eye sockets. Dark Tears. Acacia burst into tears: "It was I who harmed you..." "Don't you blame me?" The skeleton Buddha shook his head slowly. Mufeng whimpered, as if answering for it: No... that's real salvation. The Skeleton Buddha knelt down in front of Acacia devoutly and bowed deeply.From the depths of the dry bones, there was a hoarse and painful hiss. Its crystal body suddenly jumped up, moved back a foot, and inserted its hands into its chest forcefully. There was a hoarse cracking sound, and the skeleton of the skull and Buddha collapsed, turning into a clump of pitch-black ashes, which eroded into the ground in an instant, and the soil disappeared in an instant. A deep cave was rotted out of the room, and the skeleton fell into the cave together with the black ashes, and the soil collapsed, forming a small tomb. Buddha burial. Chong Jie said sharply: "No!" Every skeleton Buddha bowed to Acacia desolately and piously, with his hands inserted into his chest, turned into black ashes, and corroded a small grave. Nirvana of the Buddhas. The screams of the heavy catastrophe pierced his heart, he rushed up, trying to stop all this from happening, but any efforts were in vain, and there were only dark tombs left on the ground. Acacia's outstretched arms were empty, and she lowered her head and sobbed. The land is desolate. Only a drop of blood between the brows of the skeleton slowly fell. Like drops of crimson tears. But it is so pure and clean. Five hundred nirvana, five hundred tears of Brahma. Xiangsi raised her head, and on the pitch-black tombs, the bright red rain fell, wet her thin clothes. The setting sun is like blood, soaking the entire earth. Chong Jie knelt down among the densely packed tombs, suddenly feeling that life was so desolate. The world is so vast, all the paleness has receded, leaving him alone. out of place. He yelled heartbreakingly: "Retreat! Retreat!" With tears in his eyes and grievances in his eyes, he galloped wildly and led his iron cavalry and giant mastiff troops back to Sanlian City. There, is his final decisive battle. Zhuo Wangsun helped Xiangsi up, and gently held her hand: "Follow me back." Acacia nodded. When she turned around, she seemed to feel that there was a gaze following her all the time, with a touch of warmth. When she looked back suddenly, she saw Dahan standing in front of the 100,000 army, looking at him from a distance, with a lonely expression on his face . Xiangsi bowed her head deeply, not daring to look at him. My Dahan smiled relievedly, strode up to him, and said, "Thank you." Acacia was a little taken aback. Thank her for what? Thank you for her third suggestion, to bring eternal peace to the Mongolian and Han races?Thank her for influencing the Skeleton Buddha and saving the lives of thousands of people?Thank her for thwarting the plot of the heavy robbery and allowing him to avoid the pain of changing the army before the battle? An Dahan looked at her and smiled: "Thank you, you never left." The peace of all ages, the majesty of the Khan, at this moment, are not as good as one thing. ----She is fine. Never left, never died under the feather arrow that was broken for her. Let this new lotus bloom between heaven and earth. It also made him dare not hold grudges for life. Looking at him, Xiangsi felt a pain in her heart, she seemed to want to say something, but she couldn't say it, she just untied the flag of the undead and handed it to him silently. This flag is the testimony of this period of time. The world map woven by the ponytail was once stained with the blood of countless monarchs, and it also carried the mercy of Brahma, and now, it is also stained with her blood. I Dahan took the flag, waved his hand and said: "One day, you come to the grassland and see the capital I built for you!" He smiled heartily and whipped the horse away. In his hand, the pitch-black flag of the undead was unfolded, flying again in the sky and the earth, but there was no killing gesture. An army of one hundred thousand followed him neatly with banners all over the sky. As the twilight covered, the army moved further and further away, gradually disappearing into the distance. This year is the 29th year of Jiajing. The historian recorded this battle in the annals of history, calling it the Gengxu Revolution.