Bloody battles, Long Yang struggled to resist Yang Guo's attack, his armor was torn, his robe was stained with blood, he wanted to use the sword in his hand to kill a Lang Lang Qiankun, but in the face of thousands of troops, his peerless swordsmanship seemed very small. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Fierce battles again and again, defeated again and again, and finally Yang Guo's army finally came to the city, surrounded the imperial city of Jiang State, Jiang Guo's huge territory, at this time there was only one imperial city left, and he was not far from complete defeat.

But there is still hope in his heart, as long as the magic sword can be successful, everything will be reversed, and he will turn defeat into victory!

"Hold on!"

It was the only thought in his mind, and he looked forward to the day when the magic sword was forged.

"Nightshade, when the war is over, I will take you to find a place where no one is and live there forever!" He thought of his promise to his sister, he must not lose!

"Die!"

Long Yang swung his sword and cut off the head of a Yang State master in front of him.

Blood splashed from the skull, and a lot of blood splashed on Long Yang's armor and face, but he didn't care, he had long been accustomed to this, deaths like this were constantly happening everywhere on the battlefield.

Blood has soaked the land, and it will be a fertile place for the coming year.

An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood!

In the end, Yang Jun finally retreated, Long Yang shackled into the royal city with his sword, the blood on his armor had dried up, making his black armor even darker, and he didn't know how much enemy blood was stained on this armor.

"Today is the thirty-sixth day, the magic sword should be completed, don't worry, Brother Wang will be with you all the time!" Walking on the road, Long Yang whispered to himself that he was tired of war.

"Click!"

The gate of the long-closed sword casting land finally opened, and as the gate slowly opened, Long Yang saw the situation inside, in the pure cyan furnace fire, a black divine sword was suspended on it, swallowing the vast sword light, Long Yang could sense the terrifying divine power in it from so far away.

The legend of the magic sword is indeed true, and this vision can be found in the furnace, such a thought flashed in Long Yang's heart.

"Master, the magic sword is finished?" Looking at the black-robed Fang Shi who had completely recovered his vitality, Long Yang asked.

"The magic sword is still one step away from being completely baked!" The black-robed Fang Shi said lightly.

"What is needed?" Long Yang asked eagerly.

"A woman with a pure yin body is needed to sacrifice the sword with her body, only in this way can the magic sword be completely baked!"

"Pure Yin Body! Why didn't you say it earlier, where should I find it now? Long Yang said excitedly, at this time, the royal city will be broken, and he has no time.

"I have found the woman with the pure yin body, but it depends on whether His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is reluctant to give it up!" The black-robed Fang said.

"Who is it?" Long Yang asked, and at this time, a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

"Princess Jiang Guo, Nightshade!" The black-robed Fang Shi slowly spat out a few words.

"How could it be her?!" Long Yang smiled miserably.

"Prince, you were born on the day of the Double Yang of the Ninety-Nine Days, and the eight characters of your birthday also happen to coincide with the number of extreme yang, so you are the body of pure yang, and under the extreme of things, your sister nightshade has become the body of pure yin, and the body of pure yin is rare to see for thousands of years, which is also the reason why the magic sword has never been cast!"

"You say that I am a pure yang body, and I should also have an extraordinary physique, can I be used to forge a sword?" Long Yang asked suddenly.

"The malice of the magic sword to accept the heaven and earth is an extremely yin thing, the prince, your pure yang body enters the sword pool, and it will only destroy this divine sword!"

"Prince Longyang, I have been jealous of the heavens because of the forcible casting of the magic sword, and now that the sky has cut my hundred-year life, I am about to sit down!"

"The choice is now in your hands, whether you want the people of Jiang Country or Nightshade, it's all up to you!"

"In your thoughts, it will be the lives and deaths of millions of people, and the lives of so many people are all in your hands."

After saying that, he turned around directly and said no more.

Long Yang's choice is the key to the game between Zhang Daoyi and Da Ri Rulai, now Zhang Daoyi has taken the advantage, Da Ri Rulai wants to win, he must let Long Yang give up his feelings, abandon Long Kui, and choose the magic sword, only in this way can he make half of the god consciousness return.

Under the guidance of Zhang Daoyi over the past few years, the relationship between the two of them has been inexhaustible, this is Zhang Daoyi's home field, and he naturally has an innate advantage.

And Da Ri Rulai wants to use the magic sword to revive half of the gods, and Zhang Daoyi also wants to use the magic sword to make Long Yang's feelings for nightshade reach the point of affection, only the kind of love that gives up everything can break the flawless state of mind of half of the gods.

So that there is no place to hide the will of the Great Ri Rulai!

"Come on, bury the master!" In the end, Long Yang waved his hand and said, just this time, the black-robed Fang Shi had already sat down directly.

Even if it is the power of the great day, it can only be delayed for thirty-six days, if he still does not leave, it is easy for Zhang Daoyi to find the place where his true will is.

"Nightshade!"

Looking at the sleeping nightshade, Long Yang made the most difficult decision, and it was also the last decision.

"Nightshade, you must not die!" He muttered softly.

……

"You're going to lose!" Above the Nine Heavens, Zhang Daoyi chuckled.

The love of the world is not only to have, is to get, but also to lose, there is a painful love called loss, only after the loss will be more cherished.

If you don't experience a loss, where does the affection come from, especially when the person you cherish is sacrificed for yourself, this kind of feeling will be even stronger, which is also the reason why Zhang Daoyi let the big day come to stir up the wind and rain.

Da Ri Rulai knew that this matter could be regarded as helping Zhang Daoyi, but he had to do so, only in this way could he have a little chance to compete with Zhang Daoyi, otherwise it would still be arranged by Zhang Daoyi, and he and Half God would not have any chance.

But his adventure didn't work out!

……

A region beyond this illusory world, this place is boundless, the sky falls from the sky, the earth gushes with golden springs, and golden lotuses are born in the springs.

The golden lotus is blooming, the smallpox is infinite, and there is a faint sound of Sanskrit singing.

The sound of Sanskrit singing is intertwined, making it seem that there are countless Buddhas and sages chanting here again, which is extremely sacred!

This is a vast Buddha land, and in the Buddha land, there are 108,000 Buddhas sitting cross-legged, and 3,000 sages preaching.

And in the center of all this, a Buddha who stands tall in the sky and has an immeasurable body and immeasurable longevity sits on a statue of a thirty-six golden lotus.

"I'm not going to necessarily lose!"

At that moment, the Buddha opened his eyes and whispered.

Although his voice was small, it was incomparably vast in this realm, like the roar of divine thunder, like the sound of heaven.

This place is the embodiment of the thought of the Great Ri Nyorai, and all of them are himself.