"Don't!!" Lin Xuanchen let out a scream, but Yinchen's movements stopped at the moment when the light blade was about to touch his neck.

"Monarchy...... muttered to the magician, slowly retracting the blade. Zhan Guang's huge body trembled slightly: "You!

"Monarchy!" The magician looked up at the tall and mighty Zhan Guang: "The monarchy needs the imperial power, and the imperial monarchy needs the support of all the people, you are a poor clown named Zhan Guang, who can actually only rely on other powerful forces and get a little light, what qualifications do you have to exercise the 'monarchy'!"

"That's right! The lord is so good to you! I've given you everything! You betrayed and betrayed us in the end! You are a disloyal, unfilial, and unrighteous disciple! What qualifications do you have to talk about the so-called monarchy? How can a person like you be the king? Laugh to death!" Zhao Yueshi's fierce criticism also spread in the dark and cramped space at this time.

"Only those who are disloyal, unfilial, and unrighteous can be kings, otherwise they are all courtiers. Zhan Guang said leisurely: "As the ancients said, those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be punished! The princes and generals of the world, which one is still destined to be a noble species? ”

With Zhan Guang's words, the pressure surging in the darkness became bigger and bigger, as if the wind pressure in a static state was like invisible ice, and all the brains surged towards the silver dust. The magician's pupils tightened, and at this time he knew that Zhan Guang was holding eight weapons, in fact, he didn't need to do it at all, and he would lose.

Silver Dust felt like the bitter warrior surrounded by magic.

However, the magician's body had never been rickety, and the act of groveling seemed too difficult for him.

"Monarchy, hehe. The magician sneered, all the runes on his body burned out and fell off, the spell position was empty, but none of the runes were willing to fill, the silver dust put down his hand, the pale cuffs naturally drooped, covering his hands, and in the wide sleeves, the white ten fingertips slowly bloomed with light, and around the light, there were circles of blue thunder, but there was no wind and thunder power between heaven and earth to be attracted, but what was attracted was the darkness around it.

The wind, before the light, rises again in the darkness.

The darkness, at the behest of the spirits, gathers and prepares to shine.

"What?" Zhan Guang felt that something was wrong, this kind of wrongness was not the wind blowing around him suddenly, but the calm eyes of Yinchen that made people doubt themselves: "Could it be that you are born rebellious and disobey the royal power? That's good, very good! You don't accept the royal power, you can be uncontrollable, but you want to fight with me here, with real swords and guns? Do you think you have a chance to win?!"

"I don't know if you've heard of it, but there's a thing in this world called 'Divine Authority'?" the magician hugged his arms and talked about an inconsequential matter as if he were an old friend.

"It was a holy artifact, as opposed to the 'national ancestry'. Zhan Guang obviously knew this thing as well: "But so what? The power of the holy weapon should also be placed under the monarch's power!"

"The divine right of the monarch is recognized by heaven!"

"That's right, the monarch's power comes from divine grant, and naturally it is supreme in this world!"

"And what about theocracy?" Yinchen strained his face, desperately admonishing himself not to laugh.

"What ——, God?" Zhan Guang only reacted a little at this time, but it was too late.

"Divine power is higher than monarchy, or rather, in this wild world, church power is higher than monarchy!" On the pure white magic robe, golden lines slowly appeared, and the Isholmen sacrificial robe, which was originally so pure that it lacked a sense of existence, almost instantly, turned into a faint glow, the Canonic Pope's illusion robe.

A huge cross suddenly appeared at Zhan Guang's feet, and in the dark realm, a cross-shaped golden sun suddenly lit up. The extreme darkness and the aurora, at this moment, deduce the reciprocating alternation of the world's heavenly rules, and the depths of the abyss bloom with light, which is the divine will of the ghost god, which is represented by the silver dust, and the heavenly rule.

"The Demon Sea of Sorrow, the Nightmare of Death, the Beginning of the Chaotic Stars, the End of the Cycle of Despair, the Blue Snow God of the End of the World, the Will Condensed into a Spear, Through the Starry Sky, the Left Hand Transformed into a Gun, Shot Down the Sun, the Right Hand Transformed into a Spell, Crushed the Moon, the Left Wing Transformed into a Knife to Cut the Earth from the Edge, the Right Wing Transformed into a Sword, Eliminated the Stupid Creatures on the Earth, Transformed the Feet into a Hammer, Crushed the Ugly Mountains and Rivers, Breath Transformed into Flames, Boiling the Dirty Ocean, Listening to the Sound of the World Breaking with Both Ears, Blood and Tears Falling from the Eyes, Buried in the Fire of the New World——”

He chanted this mantra softly and completely, the low and hoarse voice full of magnetism, at this time seemed to have some kind of infectious magic, a special mood or fanaticism, evenly scattered in the air, Lin Xuanchen, Wang Yufang and Musk Yue felt a trance and pious emotion at the same time, faintly, unconsciously, there was some kind of firm or somewhat extreme thought in the center. The three of them just had a few thoughts in their hearts, and before they could really do anything, they saw that in the darkness, the cross under Zhan Guang's feet burst out into a pillar of light that soared into the sky.

"God teaches the art of great judgment, and second, God punishes the cross. With the spell of silver dust, the pillar of light completely engulfed Zhan Guang, and then the golden light spread out, completely filling the entire dark realm.

Zhan Guang's shouts and invectives came from the moment the light was lit up, but no one could hear what he was saying, because the moment the cross light was lit up, a roaring chant rolled in the air, and the chant was mixed with a little Sanskrit chanting, as if the gods of the heavens pronounced the sin of mortal mortals. The voice was as loud as providence, occupying every cubic centimeter of air for no reason, and Zhan Guang's roaring and invective, as if the most incompetent defense, was gradually swallowed up by the huge voice like divine punishment.

The light shook so much that people couldn't open their eyes, Lin Xuanchen, who fell to the ground, covered his eyes with his hands, but there was a vague scream in his ears, and then the sound of the house collapsing came, and the scream seemed to be a little louder, and then she felt the ground under her body shake, and her body came with a weightless dizziness, and then she lay firmly on the ground again.

When the glare disappeared, Lin Xuanchen got up with the support of Yinchen, but at this time, the foreign pavilion had completely changed, the three of them stood in the hall on the first floor after the war raged, Lin Xuanchen looked up and directly saw the ceiling on the second floor.

The entire second floor, including the auction hall, the people in the auction hall, and all the bidders were gone.

The moment Lin Xuanchen looked up, he saw the phantom of Zhan Guang, and his image was that of a prisoner kneeling and confessing his guilt. From the phantom that gradually dispersed, Lin Xuanchen saw endless servility, endless wagging of the tail and begging for mercy, endless regret for not starting out, endless self-deprecation, and the irretrievable "endless". At this time, it was too late for Zhan Guang to say anything, his body had been completely wiped out, and the phantom was just the last trace of his soul left in the world.

Then the spirit dispersed in the still air and became nothing.

"Don't worry, I will avenge Zhao Xianglan. Yinchen said with relief, Lin Xuanchen and Zhao Yueshi both shook their heads: "It's come to this, what more can we do? next year, Qingming, let's burn more paper for her!" Zhao Yueshi said and burst into tears again.

"Let's go, it's time to see the Musk Moon and them. ”

Yinchen took Lin Xuanchen, Zhao Yueshi, and Wang Yunfang and turned to leave, and in the foreign pavilion, no one stopped them, after all, the light explosion just now had frightened all the people who were still alive. Many people are reminded of the legend that the Marquis of Shenwu slaughtered 10,000 slaves in Jianzhou by himself from the side of Pershing City.

"Zhan Guang is stained with light, this time you have been stained with enough light, it must feel good to die in the light. Silver Dust thought the moment he stepped out of the door of the foreign pavilion.

[Around the same time]

At the moment when the figure of the Heavenly Swordsman paused outside the fence gate, he was originally standing under the big red canopy, pretending to have nothing to do, but his eyes suddenly narrowed, and then he patted Zhang Baisheng on the shoulder, and walked towards the fence gate first.

The Heavenly Swordsman may not be able to recognize the figure of that person, but in his early years, he often fought in the Divine Sword Sect, and he would never fail to recognize the momentum on that person.

"I'm sorry Brother Wan, I'm going to take your head master...... Ah, maybe you don't recognize this so-called master for a long time, right?" Baijiu folded his hands, prayed softly like a Buddha, and then strode into the fence gate. His figure was like an elongated tank, crushing everything that stood in its way to the sides.

He restrained the breath of his whole body, but he didn't hide his whereabouts much, and slowly outflanked the Heavenly Swordsman like the second generation of the gentleman who had chosen a beautiful slave girl, and at this time, the Heavenly Swordsman was standing next to Musk Yue, negotiating with the soapy jailer.

“...... How much, exactly?"

"This guest officer, three taels of gold, does not bargain. ”

"The emperor's ingots or?"

"Of course, the ingots of the northerners are also okay, and scattered gold is also okay, but you have to test ......."

"Give!" As soon as the Heavenly Swordsman stretched out his hand, he held three glittering gold ingots with a weight of 50 grams in his broad palm, and the words "one tael" and "Showa Kajo Tsuki" were engraved on the side of the ingots, especially "Showa Kajo Tsuki" reflected a starry sky under the light of the oil lamp in the shack, and the jailer's eyes were dangling.

"The guest officer is so refreshing!" "The jailer was so happy when he saw the gold, and he ran to "open the prescription", that is, to get the paperwork of human trafficking, the jailers of the Southern Empire were not soldiers, they were officials, and most of the officials who were in the nine grades or "not in the product" were filled by people who were in Xiucai but could not be promoted to the post again, so there was no situation where the jailers of the Southern Empire did not know how to read.

The jailer was a little hurried to move the table and put the four treasures of the study, and before he could put pen to paper, he suddenly heard an arrogant shout from behind him: "Slow!"

The jailer shuddered, quickly turned around and looked up, and saw a man dressed in strange clothes, with brown and yellow hair, and his whole hairstyle was like a victorious cockfighting "master" standing behind him, with endless arrogance and arrogance in his eyes, and even with a hint of madness of breaking the can, he looked at him contemptuously, and said in a tone like a big man dealing with his tenants: "This official is four taels, buy this...... Musk Crescent. ”

The jailer was embarrassed at this time, he turned his head to look at the Tianfang swordsman, this person was wearing a white robe...... "Commoners?" The jailer glanced at the Tianfang swordsman more, and found that there was a sharp sword breath on this person's body, which was obviously not something that ordinary people could have, most of them were chivalrous and righteous high-rollers, the jailer's heart was slightly cold, and he was even a little scared, although attacking the imperial court officials was a big crime of the Zhulian Nine Clans, but ...... Nowadays, bandits are rampant in the south to the point of getting out of control, and there are many "masters" who can fly off the wall like a carp crossing the river, and if they really want to provoke any sect, most of them will not have a good end, but as a person of the imperial court, the little jailer does not dare to disobey the rules set by the above, and when buying and selling slaves and maids, it is necessary to give priority to people with higher status, so although the jailer is worried in his heart, he can only smile dryly: "This guest officer, I'm sorry, your goods ...... you"

"What's the matter? The Captain of the Wolf Tooth Army, Lord Fang Mou, who asked for it by name, did you dare to change hands?" The Heavenly Swordsman tried his best to squeeze out a domineering official attitude, while thinking hard in his mind of the ridiculous faces of the local tyrants and inferior gentry he had killed in his early years, and at the same time desperately held back his laughter, lest the laughter make people see the flaws. This wolf's tooth army's Fang Mou is not an ordinary person, he was born as a civil official, is the rank of civil and military superintendent, and received the power of the assistant defense captain, that is nailed to the northwest of Cunnan Province, staring at the pillar of the country of the powerful and unstable Marso Sword Faction, when Emperor Ling was in power, the Marso Sword Sect took the consolation every year, of course, it would not make trouble, but as soon as Emperor Yue came to power, the finances were tight, and there was no money to preach comfort, so the Marso Sword Sect and the Feng madman who claimed to be the orthodox Mandate of Heaven naturally made a fuss, and now he is oppressed by the army of Lord Fang, and he has not yet raised troops, but if he makes a good scene, then Feng Maniac led people to rush down from the end of the Cunnan Mountain Range and ravaged the western province...... This year's grain harvest in the south is over, and Guanxixing Province is now the number one granary in the south.

The stakes are enough to scare the jailer.

The Tianfang swordsman said, as if he didn't think his persuasiveness was enough, he took out a brass token from his waist and shook it in front of the jailer's eyes, and the little jailer saw it, and quickly knelt down, although he had doubts about how such a civilian as the Tianfang swordsman got this token, but the official level crushed people, and as soon as Fang Mouzheng's five-grade token came out, he could only kneel, claiming to have seen "adult".

The hierarchical feudal society can't afford to hurt this, and the jailer won't know that the token representing Fang Mou's "people close to him" is just won by the Heavenly Swordsman and Fang Mou when they drank and punched, of course, the Heavenly Swordsman used the reputation of the sect as a collateral, and never gave the token to others. He and Fang Mou are friends of benevolence and gentlemen, and outsiders seem to have come out to do things for Fang Mou, and he represents Fang Mou outside.