Chapter 82: Sword Immortal Kills the Emperor The Nujiang River changed its course, submerging the imperial tombs and swamping the land for thousands of miles. Su Chen stepped into the river and headed towards Jinjiang City in the direction he came 't find. Still can't find it. Even when looking at both sides of Jinjiang City from afar, even Qingque's longevity fire could not be seen. However, I found a little turtle. The little turtle, its entire body made of black jade, came cutting through the waves, biting Su Chen's trouser leg, turning around in a hurry, gesturing anxiously. Su Chen understood, but he was unwilling to believe it. The bluebird...was washed away by the flood. soon. Su Chen followed the little turtle to the shore outside Jinjiang City, where there was a broken carriage and hundreds of swollen corpses. Su Chen searched one by one.
Not her. Not her yet. None of them is a bluebird. "Is she dead?" Su Chen asked the little turtle. The little turtle lowered his head and didn't dare to answer. "Will not." "The raging waves can cause the fall of a first-class cultivator, but they cannot do anything to a cultivator..." Su Chen came over, broke off a corpse and turned into his true form, wearing black clothes in this turbid world, and looking like an immortal. The tree beard surges. Soul Fusion Recollection is activated. There is no picture of the bluebird. next. Soul Fusion Recollection is activated. Su Chen had expectations in his heart. perhaps. The little turtle was wrong. One after another, Su Chen let out a painful groan. The flood of countless chaotic memories made it difficult for him to tell who he was. But he still checked them one by one.
a long time. He saw it. Also fell silent. …… The carriage stopped at the mountain, and there was a girl, dressed in green, gazing at the imperial mausoleum in the distance, as if she was waiting for her lover. The Nujiang River rolled and changed its course. A bronze coffin appeared and the chains exploded. One of the pieces of iron pierced the girl's heart and shattered the carriage. A huge river suddenly emerged, with huge waves swallowing the girl's body and being swept into the river. She is dead. No one can be seen in life, no corpse in death. …… On the bank of Jinjiang River. Hundreds of dead bodies. The young man, dressed in a dark robe and looking like an immortal, leaned against the carriage with lifeless eyes, and just stood there in a daze for a long time. The day comes and then goes away. Go and come again. But this bright sunshine seems unable to shine into the boy's heart anymore. What an irony. In order to protect the Blue Bird, he first rejected Prince Jie, then supported Lord Long Xuan, and rushed to Jinjiang to kill the emperor. However, due to a negligence, the Blue Bird would never be seen again. Interfere with imperial power, interfere with imperial power. Su Chen was a little confused. He wanted to interfere with the imperial power. Was it for the first-grade ceremony to fulfill the wishes of the people, to step into the ultimate master level, or to protect this little green bird? But, it's meaningless. He became a lonely man again. "At least." "I want to find her." "Have a good burial..." I felt drowsy all day. Su Chen searched on both sides of the river and in the river water. He searched so much that he even lost the sword box. He searched for a long time. He didn't care about the changing situation in the world, nor did he go to Jinjiang to find trouble with Emperor Yan.
He had been searching from the end of the third year of the Xuanlong Dynasty until the end of the fourth year of the Xuanlong Dynasty, wearing a straw coat and a bamboo hat. one Year. He didn't find her. "You can't even bury him?" Su Chen looked up at the sky. It's raining. On the banks of the Jin River, thousands of corpses rotted and stunk until they turned into a pile of bones. A year had passed and no one cared. The world is in chaos. The cheapest thing is human life. shore. Su Chen was sitting, with the little turtle curled up at his feet, biting his trouser leg, afraid that it would be lost again, and stayed with him the whole time. At this time, a black-covered boat was sailing down the river. on it. There was a figure with withered white hair. His eyes were cloudy, and he came with a sword box in his hand and a young child in his lead. "one Year." "Did you find what you were looking for?" Su Chen did not answer. "The sword is a good sword." "I heard that in order to obtain this sword, the thief Xu washed the sword pool with blood, causing the sword-washing pool to fight against the West Factory for generations to come." "Although I am ashamed to be a thief, it is better for you not to let down the sword's intention." The Wupeng boat docked. The withered white-haired figure placed the sword box next to Su Chen. Soul fusion and remembrance should not be abused. Including his previous life, Su Chen only had about fifty years of experience, but he had integrated the memories of thousands of people. Even though they were all mortals, they were washed away and made him forget himself. gradually. He, standing by the river, only remembered that he was looking for the name of a very important person. Who it was, he forgot.
At this time, the arrival of the black-sailed boat awakened Su Chen's own memory. Who is Xu Zei? This sword is mine! Mind? Whose intention! Su Chen's eyes were filled with ripples. He looked over. In the sword box, the Xichen Sword was placed quietly, its divine light restrained. Vaguely. He seemed to see a man in a bright red python robe, making tea for him, and presenting him with a sword stained with monstrous blood, and he responded seriously. "Master Su, you should be equipped with the best sword!" river bank. In front of the Wupeng boat. This young man, dressed in black clothes and looking like an immortal, had thousands of chaotic memories colliding in his mind and he covered his head in pain. "who am I?" "Zhang the butcher from Jinjiang West Street. No, I'm Xu Sanniang from Jinxiu Tower. No, I'm the porter from Jinjiang Wharf..." "what!" Su Chen raised his eyes, extremely manic, staring at the withered white-haired figure in front of him, and asked word by word. "who I am!" boom! The Jinjiang River was boiling, and the waves were surging, as if they were going to capsize the black-sailed boats. "You are Mr. Su!" "The first of the three dukes of Daliang, Lord Su!" "The world-famous number one cultivator, the Wind and Snow Sword Immortal." "You once stood on the Dengtian Tower, and with one sword you shocked the world, causing the Grandmaster to die, hundreds of first-rank junior Grandmasters to bow their heads, and the world fell silent!" "You once reminisced with the world's greatest master in the pavilion, and cut off the backbone of the Great Zhou Dynasty with one sword." "You are my adoptive father, Mr. Zhang's close friend." "It is also the last hope of the Liang people in the world." "you……" "I shouldn't be sinking here."
The withered figure with white hair narrates slowly. boom! In this turbid world, the young man in black clothes is like an immortal, and his eyes are becoming more and more dazed. He saw it. A purple-robed figure, full of vigor and vitality, turned around, smiled, and spoke to him gently. "One day, when I wear the purple robe, I will grant you the first red robe." Watching the changes in mountains and seas, the vicissitudes of the world, and the ups and downs of the heart, this is the enlightenment of mountains and seas. boom! A first-class ceremony, enlightenment of mountains and seas, it’s done. Deep in the mind, all the memories from the past twenty-three years of Tianwu that had been sinking surged out. At this moment, Su Chen's eyes gradually became bright. He woke up. This night, boom! The Jinjiang River was boiling and surging. A first-class ceremony, enlightenment of mountains and seas, it’s done. boom! Falling to the deepest part of his mind, all the memories from the past twenty-three years in Tianwu reappeared in color and surged out. At this moment, Su Chen's eyes gradually became bright. He woke up. There are four first-class ceremonies: the wish of the people, the way of selflessness, the enlightenment of mountains and seas, and the power of heaven and earth. The enlightenment of mountains and seas, the power of heaven and earth, and the two first-grade rituals all worked together to knock on the gate of heaven and send Su Chen to the master level. however. There are countless wishes and aspirations from the past, present and future that have combined to keep these two major ceremonies out. Su Chen, still of the first rank. however. There were changes after all. At this moment, his entire body was filled with jade-green energy, which flowed outside his body and connected to the heaven and earth. There seemed to be signs of breaking through the perfection of flesh and blood, giving birth to essence and energy, turning into wolf smoke, and sealing the heaven and earth. But, in the end, it didn't work out. some. Just a dragon of power was born. The true meaning is perfect, giving birth to power, the power of wind and snow, and the resulting dragon! He is also a dragon at the second level of Grandmaster. "Congratulations, Mr. Su, you have secretly stepped into the Grandmaster stage and have even taken a step further to enter the second level of Grandmaster. Grandmaster perfection is just around the corner."
Looking at this dragon of wind and snow with withered white hair, he bowed in congratulations. Su Chen is not a grandmaster, but a first-grade one. However, he gave birth to the Dragon of Power that only a grandmaster of the second level possesses. This cannot be explained. So, I won’t explain it anymore. "Chu Xiao, you are dying." Su Chen looked at Chu Xiao. His life force is gone, and he will die today. This is the price of the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art. Burning life, reaching the peak, like a moment of brilliance, fleeting. "I know." "So, I would like to ask Lord Su to take care of the last bloodline of the Chu royal family." Chu Xiao, it was completely impossible to tell that a year ago, he had stepped on the huge waves of the Nujiang River and reached the top with unparalleled grace. He has an old face, dry hair, and looks very depressed. Such as eighty or ninety years old. No matter how you look at him, you can't tell that he is in his thirties. "Do you want to make him the emperor?" Su Chen asked. "OK." "I just want him to live." Chu Xiao was smiling bitterly. He slowly recounted the changes that had taken place over the past year. There were two emperors in the Great Zhou Dynasty, separated by a Jinjiang River, facing each other from the north and south. The world was divided, and each of them had millions of powerful soldiers, wanting to compete for supremacy. The West Factory is in the imperial capital, and the East Factory is in Jinjiang. For a year. Neighboring two emperors. The East-West Factory has long ceased to exist. If Chu Xiao had not seen the decadent Su Chen in Jinjiang, he would have left here long ago with the last bloodline of the Chu royal family. "The East-West Factory, is it gone?" "Yu Zhong..."
Su Chen was silent. At that time, when Yu Zhong was allowed to take over the Western Factory and promoted to the first rank, no one expected that the existence of Emperor Jie would emerge. It is not known whether Yu Zhong is still alive. "When I was young." "Flirtatious and frivolous." “I always want to reach the top and see the world.” “When immortals awaken and masters are born, I will realize how vast the world is and how insignificant I am. I am nothing more than an insignificant mortal and a minor supporting role.” I don’t know whether Mr. Zhang will blame him in his grave for failing to protect the East Factory’s foundation. but. Even if you blame me, it's good. At least, I can see him again. "Mr. Zhang, Xiao'er, I'm here to accompany you." Chu Xiao looked out at the imperial city from afar, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes disappeared. His flesh and blood dried up, and his body turned to ashes, which were blown away by the wind. The direction he went was the green mountains outside the imperial city. River bank. There were only two people left. Su Chen looked at the child. "Bring it here." Su Chen stretched out his hand. "what?" The child was smart, but pretended not to accept. "'Demon Art of Devouring the Sky'." Su Chen said. "Replying to Lord Su, Master Xiao did not teach me this unique skill." The young child bowed. Bang! Suction force emerged in Su Chen's palm. A bamboo and wooden scroll stained with blood was sucked into Su Chen's hands. "This magic skill harms people, you practice this."
Su Chen threw a piece of brocade book to him. It was the master's method "Six-foot Golden Body Technique". It is also a method of cultivation to the ultimate level. However, the world is so big, and in this world, except Su Chen, I am afraid no one else can reach the ultimate realm by using this method. Say it. Su Chen was about to leave. He put the little turtle into the sword box and headed towards Jinjiang City. He was going to complete what he had not completed a year ago. Emperor murder! The public resentment of the world started with flames and will end with flames. "Mr. Su, didn't you promise Mr. Xiao that you would take care of me? I am the last bloodline of the Chu royal family." Seeing Su Chen was about to leave, the child became anxious. He was still very happy. after all. The one in front of him was the Wind and Snow Sword Immortal. A year ago, the strange battle that took place outside the imperial mausoleum made the whole world stare in awe and tremble. It is no exaggeration to say that this person is the best practitioner in the world. Following him is always better than following the dying Chu Xiao! But who would have thought. This Wind and Snow Sword Immortal not only took away his Heaven-Devouring Magic Art, but also abandoned him. Su Chen stopped. "Mr. Su!" The young children are ecstatic and want to follow. There is wind and snow falling. Like sword energy, it blocked between the two people. "You have a strange bone and extraordinary talent. This volume of the master's method is enough to give you the power to protect yourself." "This is one of them!" "You were born smart and scheming. You didn't seem to be sad at all when Chu Xiao died. Instead, you were secretly happy." "Although you are small, you are very much like those emperors. There is no emotion in your eyes, only pros and cons. I don't like it." “This is the second one!”
"As for the third point, I won't keep anyone around to take care of me. If I develop feelings for someone and then die, it's better than never having them in the first place..." "of course." "Every year on this day, you can come to the Imperial City to find me. If you are still alive, I will give you a chance for Zhang Gui's sake." Su Chen left. Carrying a sword case and wearing black clothes, the young man is like an immortal. This trip is to kill people. Only the furious child was left, jumping and cursing on the shore. Jinjiang City. Ten miles of high wall. There are rune inscriptions. Above them, there is a black dragon in heavy armor, patrolling back and forth, with eyes as cold as lightning. "There is a warning magic on this wall, so you can't force your way in." "As for the river that runs through Jinjiang City, once you step into the city..." Su Chen gazed intently and saw a hundred-foot-long green-scaled snake lying at the bottom of the river. This was a big demon that would also cause a huge noise. Or not. There are not many people in this world who can make him feel afraid. Apart from the ancient immortals, Zhou Taizu in the bronze coffin is definitely one of them. at this time. A carriage came galloping. "Xu Ge, are you still alive?" The carriage stopped. Sikong, looking at Su Chen, who was unharmed after not seeing him for a year, seemed to be wondering why Xu Zhanzhu was still alive. At this time, Su Chen looked exactly like Xu Ge. soon. Then it dawned on him. "Master Xu, at the last moment, you pushed that maid out and made her the third sacrifice, completing the three-sealing ceremony?" Sikong sneered. He doesn't know yet.
The yellow-skinned old immortal, this great demon, died on that rainy night. Even Su Chen didn't know. The maker of the burial mutilation, Little Turtle, was in the sword case, looking around, occasionally looking at the big snake at the bottom of the river, feeling a little regretful that he could not take the water route into the city. "I'm going into the city. Can you give me a ride?" Su Chen asked. "hehe." "The Seal Supervisory Bureau and the Military Supervisory Bureau are incompatible. The Seal Supervisor of our Great Zhou and the helmsman of the Western Factory of Old Liang should be in a life-and-death relationship." Sikong sneered and drove the carriage into the city. The carriage stopped. "That's all." "That green fruit has not been found yet." "Only this one time." that's it. Su Chen sat in a carriage and swaggered into the city. "Thank you." "If you can't make it in the Great Zhou, you can come to me if you have a chance, if you can still meet me." Su Chen said. Sikong, I don't understand why, I feel that this Lord Xu has a problem with his brain. He is deeply trusted by Emperor Yan. He was loyal to the three emperors of the Three Kingdoms period. How could I not be able to make it? The carriage moves forward. Su Chen followed Sikong straight into the military camp and went to the tent of Emperor Yan. "I'll go report the intelligence." "When." "Follow me and leave again." Sikong stepped into the general's tent. He was very confident that Xu was at the helm.
after all. It's just a mortal with no spiritual practice at the helm. at this time. In the handsome tent. The Flame Emperor is full of vigor and vitality. "One hundred thousand soldiers and armors are on display, there are rune walls, there are fairy beasts at the bottom of the river, and there is an ancestor in the city, it is as solid as a rock." "More than a year." "It seems that this Wind and Snow Sword Immortal from Daliang can't find an opportunity to attack me." "Wait until the ancestor recovers his strength." "That is the day when I will return to the Imperial City and rule the world." Flame Emperor was very happy. Over the past year. He implemented his national policy and won the hearts of the Zhou people. He persecuted the two people countless times, but Fengxue Sword Immortal remained indifferent. Obviously, there is nothing we can do about him. continue. With the blessing of Zhou Wanmin's luck, he stepped into the fifth level and was about to reach the second level of the Grandmaster. Under his leadership, a new unified dynasty will be born! He wanted to let Emperor Xuanlong see clearly that it was not him, the Crown Prince Yan, who committed treason, but him, the Emperor of the Great Zhou! He was not wrong. The one who was wrong was his father, the Emperor, who betrayed millions of Zhou people first! Even if the Liang people did not surrender, he could still unify the world, force to death all the Liang people who refused to surrender, firmly control this 100,000-mile mountain and river, and let the Great Zhou royal family rule this land for thousands of generations! As for the rebellious son Jie, he never took it to heart. "hehe." "Sword Immortal of Wind and Snow, Lang Dexu..." Emperor Yan hadn't finished speaking when he saw Sikong walking into the tent. His eyes suddenly widened and he became frightened. Deng Deng stare! He took several steps back, knocking over tables and chairs, and pointed at Sikong, trembling. "you you……" Sikong was puzzled. When I turned around, I saw Xu at the helm. "What are you doing here?"
"Get out." Sikong scolded. then. He turned his head and said apologetically to Emperor Yan. "Your Majesty, I brought Xu here as the helmsman. I don't know the rules, so I hope Your Majesty can forgive me." At this moment, Emperor Yan's expression was distorted. "You, brought him in?" Sikong, vaguely felt that something was wrong. "Sikong, you dare to betray me?" "Xu Ge!" "He is the Wind and Snow Sword Immortal Su Chen, don't you know?!!" boom! Sikong felt as if struck by lightning, his head was buzzing, and he looked at Su Chen in disbelief. what! Who? Xu is at the helm? Snow Wind Sword Immortal Su Chen! "Your Majesty, Xu Zhandu is just an ordinary mortal who does nothing in the library. How can he be the number one cultivator in the world who stirs up the world..." "A year ago, he was in a dilapidated temple and was almost killed by the yellow-skinned old immortal, huh?" Sikong reacted and remembered the failed third attempt to get the title, as well as the old yellow-skinned immortal's rage, and he came to his senses. Snow Wind Sword Immortal! This number one in the world has actually been hiding in the Imperial Palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty, right under the nose of this, the chief of the imperial palace, for such a long time. At this moment, he finally understood what Su Chen meant by what he had said before! No wonder people say he can’t survive in the Great Zhou. The Wind and Snow Sword Immortal wants to kill the Emperor! And he, the confidant of Emperor Yan, personally brought this Daliang Wind and Snow Sword Immortal into the tent of Emperor Yan of Great Zhou! At this moment, Su Chen drew his sword, and with one sword he created wind and snow, freezing the world. A dragon of ice and snow roared out. "For the sake of all the people in the world! Your Majesty, please ascend to heaven!" In this chapter, the main purpose of Qingque's death is to eliminate Qingque. The original intention was to arrange a love story for the protagonist, but it turned out to have a great impact on the plot. When I was writing, there was a woman beside me, which restricted my actions. Besides, I was not good at writing love stories, so I arranged for Qingque to die and let her be eliminated first. Originally, the role of Qingque was arranged to make the protagonist fall in love first, and then lose it, completing the third first-grade ritual, the Way of Selflessness. The power of heaven and earth, the enlightenment of mountains and seas, all require a lot of comprehension and are very simple for the protagonist. However, the path of selflessness is difficult to lay the foundation for. The original idea was to complete the four first-grade rituals together and achieve the ultimate master.
There is no way. If I can’t write a good love story, let her out.
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