Chapter 245: Thousands of men leave their hometowns and do not let their swords hide their sharpness (asking for monthly tickets) More than six thousand miles away, Jinguan City. Countless people looked at the huge golden figure that was like a mountain. After killing two great Musashi monsters, they looked up to the sky and laughed under the magic light. They were swallowed up by the magic light and were deeply shocked. It was as if the laughter echoed in this world and in everyone's ears! Silent, but deafening! Demons are in the sky, one man with one gun, fighting on the border, bloody battlefield, it is a heart-wrenching battle. Watching the huge golden figure disappear into the sky and earth with the wind, some people were shocked, some had tears in their eyes, and some had their blood boiling and thunder in their chests. "kill!" A sound. Then a thousand waves piled up, one after another, echoing over the city. Most of them were young men who had enjoyed the bright spring days and were not tainted by the world. They watched these scenes in shock, their chests felt blocked, their blood boiled, their eyes widened, and they could not help their emotions. That majestic figure was deeply imprinted in their memories. In the south of the city, in an inn, at the third-floor window, a young man with square brows stood in front of the window. Seeing the arrogant demonic flames and the huge golden shadow disappearing between heaven and earth, he slapped his palm downwards, blasting the window into pieces, and clenched his fists tightly. Then he turned around and quickly pulled out a sword from the rack beside the bed.
The sword was sharp and he kicked the door open, but was stopped by a figure in the same room. "Junior brother, where are you going?" The person who stopped the man was a steady-looking man in his thirties. "Go to the front line and slay demons and monsters." The young man raised the sword in his hand and spoke with excitement. The steady man's eyebrows jumped when he heard this, he looked out the window, then looked at his fellow apprentice in front of him, opened his mouth, and sighed. "Brother, the mountain-killing army has been defeated. The front line is extremely dangerous now, and human life is precious." But the young man heard this and said, "The Fashan Army was not defeated, it was us who were defeated. We left Guang'an Prefecture in advance and traveled thousands of miles to come here, saying that we were hiding from the enemy and waiting for the right time. But you can see, those soldiers and this upright general, they sacrificed their lives to protect the people behind the city. If martial artists like you and me are not moved, then what is the point of our practice?" The elder brother was a little ashamed when he heard this. He raised his hand and then put it down. But he still wanted to say, "When Master said to wait for the right time, he meant to wait for the many forces in Shu to gather. Then we will have a bloody battle with the demons. At that time, you and I can also show our skills. Right now, it's not the right time yet. Even that general..." But the young man pointed out the window, his eyebrows raised, and said, "Brother, listen." Outside in the night sky, the sounds of killing rose and fell, shaking the night sky. And below the inn, there were sounds of slapping tables, followed by shouts from the mob. "Fuck you, you damned beast." "Why don't men carry a Wu Gou?" "Revenge the soldiers on the front line!" "Count me in as one of yours!" "." Tables, chairs and benches collided, voices shouted, and a figure shouted and left. The young swordsman then stared at his senior brother with a twinkling gaze, "Senior brother, this is not the right time yet, when is the right time?" "I'll go too!" Having said that, he strode out of the door, came to the door of the inn, put two fingers to his mouth, and blew a whistle. Then you can see a horse neighing from the alley beside the inn, followed by the sound of horse hooves as rapid as a rainstorm, and a big white horse gallops out and runs to the door of the inn. The young swordsman leaped up, mounted his horse, raised the reins, patted the horse, and with the horse's hooves flying, he galloped towards the south gate.
The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, and he carries a sword on his back as he leaves the brocade official position. He is full of young spirit, but he does not expect that the sword will hide its edge. At this time, Jinguan City, along with the huge golden shadow standing between heaven and earth, scattered golden light spots all over the sky, like fireflies, lighting up the fire in countless people's eyes. People and horses were everywhere in the city, shouting and yelling. With shouts, young men in bright clothes, riding horses and carrying swords, all rushed to the South City, and then went out of Jinguan in the south. They turned into a river of stars and disappeared into the darkness, wind and rain. And in the sky, those mysterious lights and shadows at the very center of the incense projection also exploded with brilliant lights and shot towards the south. The obscure and powerful aura pierced through the night sky and roared in the void. The strong men from the Central Plains all came out! Some of the lights and shadows are the most brilliant. A figure wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat appeared. Under his feet, waves piled up and lifted him up, and he flew away into the air. There was also a hazy woman in white, the peerless Ling Chen, walking in the void, with colorful lotus petals growing under her feet. As the petals fluttered, a seven-colored lotus platform grew under the woman's feet, shining with brilliant divine light, holding up the woman, and breaking through the air brilliantly. There was also a huge sword flying in the sky, and the sword light stretched into a line, turning into a thin white line, suddenly cutting through the night. Although these brilliant lights did not deliberately release any aura, the strange vision they revealed made the various Shu forces scattered throughout the world feel the breath of danger and they were horrified for a moment. When did so many people come to Jinguan City! Thoughts were turning rapidly in his mind, and voices were heard everywhere. Some of them simply turned into streams of light and followed. Suddenly, the sky and the earth were filled with flowing light. Among these streams of light, there was a young man in white clothes with gold embroidery, a jade crown on his head, and a unicorn embroidered on his chest. He stood with his hands behind his back, standing on a two-meter-long black flying boat, whizzing through the rain. This person's expression was changing at this moment, but there was a hint of heat in his eyes. "Old Ai, do you think that the little tree that person used is really a treasure like the root of luck?" "My Lord, I was lucky enough to see a spiritual root treasure from afar sixty years ago. At that time, countless strong men fought for it and the blood flowed like a river. Finally, it was obtained by a great master in Langya Cave Heaven. It is said that several cave heavens tore their faces apart for this thing. And the little tree just now was very magical. Even its projection had the essence of heaven and earth gathered. My Lord should have felt it, it is absolutely correct. I think those guys who appear and disappear mysteriously are so anxious to go there for this. It seems that the news in the court is correct. The destiny of the heaven and earth here will be reshaped, and such a treasure of destiny will be born. It seems that the ninth lieutenant general got one by chance!" Behind the man in white, a figure shrouded in a white robe uttered an old voice. It was the master and servant of the Li family in Central Plains! "Tell me, is that General Zhonglang dead or not?" The eldest son of the Li family said this with a gloomy voice. Thinking of the huge projection that spanned the sky and the earth just now, and the tremendous power it displayed, a hint of intense palpitations flashed in his eyes. He never expected that the Ninth Mountain General, who seemed to be able to be easily killed in his eyes, would be so terrifying. Musashi! His eyes flickered violently at this moment. If the Ninth Mountain General was still alive, he would never provoke such a powerful person. He was not stupid. He did not have the capital to face such a person. Even if he had the support of the Li family, he would never do such a stupid thing. After all, his own strength was his confidence. But now, he pondered, "If this person dies, then the fortune treasure will fall into the hands of the demons. It will be too late to go now." Ai Lao, who was standing behind him, held his hands up slightly, and his old voice seemed uncertain. "The last person's Yuanshen Dharma image was shattered by several big monsters that were driven over, and dissipated between heaven and earth. I am not sure, but such a treasure, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, will attract countless people to investigate. Even if it falls into the hands of monsters, there will be people who dare to fight monsters. Others understand, but you have also seen that these people are flocking to it. If that person is not dead, he must have been seriously injured. I think you understand the relationship." "Moreover, I sensed two auras hidden in them, which may be dangerous. There may be a great master hiding in them. If the General is not dead, I am afraid there will be another bloody storm. With my strength and yours, I don't recommend you to get involved." "Please make a careful decision, sir!" The old servant, shrouded in a white robe, had a calm mind. He analyzed the situation and then threw the question to the eldest son of the Li family in front of him. The eldest son of the Li family had his eyes flashing rapidly and his brows furrowed as he considered the pros and cons. He then raised one hand behind his back and a stream of white light flew out from his gold-rimmed sleeves. The white light disappeared, and a palm-sized white flying sword appeared. It was pure white all over, trembling slightly, and flashing with dazzling light. Like a small fish, it swam unsteadily in front of the eldest son of the Li family. This item is called the Wanli Sword Talisman, and it can quickly cross a distance of ten thousand miles in a short period of time. This talisman is extremely difficult to refine and is relatively rare. It is used for communication at critical moments. "Ask the tribe to send an elder over here!"
"No matter what, if there is such a treasure, even if there is a glimmer of hope, we must try it. Otherwise, if there is a chance, it will be too late to regret it. Moreover, this kind of thing has already appeared, and I think it will continue to appear in the world in the future. I, Li Rulong, don't want to be left behind." As he spoke, he took the Wanli Sword Talisman in his hand and pressed it against his forehead. About three or four breaths later, the eldest son of the Li family activated the magic formula in his hand, and the palm-sized Wanli Talisman began to hum and vibrate, emitting a bright white light. Li Rulong waved his hand, and the white light made a buzzing sound and immediately turned into a white rainbow. It jumped towards the void behind and flashed. In a blink of an eye, it escaped several miles away and quickly disappeared into the darkness at an extremely fast speed. After doing all this, Li Rulong's originally hesitant look turned fierce, and then a cold smile flashed across his face, "Those people will probably go directly to Weiyuan Pass to try their luck. The dangers are unknown, so you and I won't get involved in the excitement." "Sir, what plans do you have?" asked Old Ai from behind. "Let's go find the retreating Ninth Mountain troops. Who knows, we might get some unexpected gains. But we still have to be cautious and act according to circumstances." Li Rulong smiled. "It sounds like a good idea. I'm glad you have an idea!" At this moment, in Jinguan City, in that courtyard, Zhao Quanzhen's eyes were burning as he watched the general's projection disappear between heaven and earth. He felt a thunder in his chest, and then he looked at the powerful auras in the sky, who were all leaving the city, with surprise and doubt on his face. "Teacher, are these people also going out of the city to slay demons?" The old man in hemp clothes looked unhappy and cursed, "Bullshit, you said that if one or two people attacked me, I would believe it. Are they all so excited? If my guess is correct, these guys are going for the luck and spiritual roots." "Luck and spiritual roots?" Zhao Quanzhen was only focused on watching the golden giant fighting madly with the big monster, with an indestructible will and proud of the world. His heart was agitated, and he was far away, so he didn't pay much attention. When he heard the words "luck and spiritual roots", he woke up immediately. Of course he had heard of the name of this thing. The Dragon Spring in their Wudao Mountain forbidden area was just such a treasure. It was said that it could bring the dead back to life, and practicing in it would make one's progress even faster. He had ranked among the top three in the competition and had the opportunity to practice in the forbidden area for a month, but this spring was deep underground, and when they entered the forbidden area, they were only allowed to practice on the surface, and had never seen the true appearance of the Dragon Spring. This shows the importance of this spring to Wudao Mountain! This is also the message that my father mentioned in his previous letter. "That tree?" Zhao Quanzhen reacted. "That's right!" The old man in hemp clothes had a flickering expression on his face. "This thing appeared in the hands of Jiu Zhonglang, and now his life or death is unknown. These guys are like cats that smell blood and want to try their luck. I don't know what they are thinking." "Teacher, what do you mean?" Zhao Quanzhen's bright eyes were filled with anger. "Hmph, what else could it be? If this Jiu Zhonglang is not dead, they will find a way to snatch this heavenly treasure. After all, they saw that this Jiu Zhonglang's Dharma image was shattered, and if he is not dead, he must have been seriously injured." The old man in hemp clothes snorted, very disdainful. "Teacher, do you think this gentleman is still alive?" Zhao Quanzhen witnessed with his own eyes the gentleman's mad fight in the face of desperate situation. He first killed six demon Daoguo, and then beheaded two Musashi monsters. How domineering he was, but he also saw the tragic scene. Although he didn't want such a heroic figure to end like this, he felt that in that situation, there was really no chance of survival. "Auspicious people are blessed by heaven. He has great merits. Such a person should not die. With such a spirit, I really want to make some friends with him. Quanzhen, what this Jiu Zhonglang did is what I want to teach you." The old man in hemp clothes sighed. "Yes, disciple will remember it!" Zhao Quanzhen bent his tall body and bowed solemnly. "Let's go!" At this moment, mist rose from under the feet of the old man in hemp clothes. "Teacher, where are you going?" "This fire of mine has caused trouble. If that Jiu Zhonglang is not dead, I must help. There is also someone who may know whether Jiu Zhonglang is still alive. We must find him." "Which novelist is the teacher talking about?" Zhao Quanzhen quickly thought of someone. The teacher told him about the mystery of the novelist's practice, and he made some associations with it. "That's right! This person should be among the retreating Ninth Mountain troops!" After the old man in hemp clothes finished speaking, the cloud under his feet quickly enveloped the master and disciple, and then spun around, and the two disappeared on the spot. At the Cloud Peak, in the Sky-Seeing Hall, an angry voice was heard.
"Take this news to the general!" "This envoy will personally go out to guard the place!" "kill!" "." That night, the palace was in an uproar as thousands of men left their hometowns and headed for the front lines, vowing to fight a bloody battle with the demons. (End of this chapter)