When the young monk said this, Ji Yu suddenly drew his sword.

The flying sword called Xiao Wang, attached to the sword light as clear as autumn water, was like a lightning bolt that caught people off guard, and stabbed towards the young monk's dantian.

Fu Bang and Ling Yue were stunned, a little puzzled, but there was no shock.

It is impossible for Ji Yu to kill innocents indiscriminately, and the conversation he started with the young monk was not mixed with any grudges, but faintly meant to guide and guide the way.

But the little beggar's eyes widened, and she looked at this scene with an unbelievable expression, the fairy brother wanted to kill her own brother, who did she help?

For a moment, the little beggar hesitated.

However, the sword called Xiao Wang did not really pierce the young monk's dantian in the end, but the sword qi that was as clear as autumn water entered the young monk's dantian.

The young monk's face immediately changed, and colors such as blue and red, white and purple, and carbon black appeared on his face together, and his facial features began to distort, like a jar of old vinegar with five flavors and mixed flavors rapidly fermenting.

At that moment, the little beggar had a strong illusion, his brother was about to die?

But the young monk's hollow and white eyes still shone with incomparably stubborn brilliance, like a rock, unshakable and indestructible.

Such firmness cannot be shaken by heaven and earth!

The trajectory of a great avenue quietly changed, and the dantian in the young monk's body was reclaimed by an astonishing sword aura, just like the best farmer was holding the best hoe to open up the wasteland.

Of course, clearing the wasteland is a long process, and the hoe is not waved once, but countless times, so the pain he has to endure is naturally unimaginable.

This barren field is his dantian.

Fu Bang seemed to see something mysterious, squinted his eyes, and said, "Reverse the avenue, steal the sky and change the day, I didn't expect Brother Yu to use this method." ”

Actually, these words had a deep meaning, but he didn't say them.

Of course, Lingyue didn't hear it.

In the Donghua Continent, if a person knows these techniques and uses them on others, he will definitely be judged as a traitor who is in the company of the Beiming demons, and he will be killed in groups.

The sky was bright, and Yizhou really woke up.

There are more and more onlookers, all of whom are Yizhou's army and Ji Yu's subordinates.

No one made a noise to bother, but many lowered their heads with some guilt.

Their boss had a fierce battle here, but they couldn't get there quickly to help.

Of course, in fact, this is not to blame them, when the Yizhou army was frantically expanded, the army in the state city was actually almost nothing, and the army had already been transferred to the suburbs of counties, counties, and towns far away from the state city for training, which did not disturb the people's livelihood, but also facilitated the independence and sex of the military camp.

And in a complex area, you can train troops that can adapt to different terrains.

As time goes by, the autumn breeze cools.

The sun rises in the east, turning the yellowing vegetation into a golden hue.

Yizhou's endless green hills are also dyed with a layer of pale gold.

The young monk's face was covered with sweat, I don't know whether it was hot or cold, his shabby monk's robe was already soaked, and if he took it off and twisted it at this time, it would definitely be a drain.

The little beggar was also very nervous, she just sat in front of the "Shushui" store in a daze, staring closely at the young monk and Ji Yu, like a sculpture, motionless, just a heartbeat and breathing.

Finally, at a certain point, it seems that everything is ready, and the east wind is coming.

The best farmer put away the best hoe, and the barren field became a superbly good field.

The sword qi dispersed from the young monk's dantian, and the aura above Yizhou seemed to have received some induction, frantically converging towards the young monk's top, and finally like a hurricane, it went towards the young monk's body and drilled into it frantically.

It's like embracing all rivers, and it's like falling leaves returning to their roots.

It was a spectacular sight, but Ji Yu's expression was solemn, as if he was looking at a sword that was about to be baked.

This is the final tempering, if you can't resist it, then even if the sword is baked, it will be a sword destruction, if it is passed, then it is a divine sword.

The initial pain was devouring the heart.

The pain now is like a myriad of sledgehammers, pounding desperately inside your body.

The dull pain almost made the young monk faint every time, but he endured it, he clenched his teeth, the roots of his teeth were bleeding, his hands clenched into fists, and his nails were tightly embedded in the flesh of his palms.

There was bright red blood dripping to the ground, and there was crystal sweat dripping to the ground.

The autumn breeze is not cool, the young monk does not know, there are who the young monks around do not know, where they are now, the young monk still does not know.

He only knew that he was entering the Dao at this time, and at a critical moment, if he couldn't get through, or if he gave up, or if he was confused, then everything he had done would be wasted.

Not only will there be no possibility of setting foot on the road to heaven again, but even life will be lost.

If he dies, what will happen to the little beggar? Won't the Chongyang girl become a helpless little pitiful?

Thinking of this, his heart became more and more firm, and on that distorted face, only those eyes, were still so clear and spotless, and the more and more determined gaze reminded people of an old saying.

Man will conquer the sky!

Half an hour later, the vortex of aura in the sky finally dissipated, and the young monk sat on the ground weakly, with a puddle of water under him, which was his sweat.

The young monk's face was a little pale, and his lips were chapped, like a dehydrated man, but he no longer had the strength to say anything or do anything.

But his face was still full of joy.

Because he felt that the aura in his body, which was the mystery between heaven and earth, and the most beautiful rhythm between heaven and earth, was slowly flowing in his body.

I have longed for many years of desire, and I have always wanted to struggle to step into the world, and finally stepped into it today, who can not be excited, who can not be excited?

Ji Yu looked at the young monk as if he was looking at a peerless divine sword that had just been baked, nodded with a light smile and satisfaction, and then prepared to turn around and leave with his sleeves brushed.

At this moment, the young monk suddenly said: "General Ji Yu, thank you, today's grace, tomorrow, the weight will be repaid a hundred times." ”

Ji Yu waved his hand and said, "It's a good life to rest, a hard-won opportunity, you have to have a good body to grasp." ”

The young monk didn't say much, and his clear eyes were full of gratitude, like the sea.

After the long wine-colored life in Silizhou, the princes' coalition army confidently prepared to attack Luoyang.

And this time, in order to make up for the shame of Huaxiong last time, Sun Jian recommended himself as a pioneer.

The people of Luoyang, who were clothed in fine clothes and food, still did not feel any crisis, because in their opinion, no matter who entered the capital, they would not dare to do anything that would ruin their conscience in the capital.

As the people at the feet of the Son of Heaven, they are safe at all times.

Until one day, a fire broke out in Luoyang City.

The sky-high firelight stained the blue sky of Luoyang City, and burned those soft clouds into a bright glow.

Burning clouds wander with the autumn wind.

Below, there are the people of Luoyang, who are clothed and fed, and the cries of panic.

On that day, Wen Zhuo moved the capital with Emperor Ling.

The army guarding Luoyang City, the patron saint of the Luoyang people in fine clothes and jade food, all turned into evil ghosts in the world, and swung the butcher knife at them, burning, killing and looting in this Xiongcheng that has been in calm since the beginning of the troubled times.