Wang Yi talked about the events of the year intermittently. That was after Wen Xiaotian disappeared. Ink swept the world, and the workers supported the backbone of the world. In less than ten years, under the leadership of the whole Mo, the Chinese civilization has truly moved towards glory. The era of cold weapons is completely over.

At that time, the army was already a world of flintlock pistols. Wen Xiaotian didn't ask them how they did it, because from the perspective of the future, a lot of it is incredible, but it is the cornerstone of the future.

He was just listening at the moment.

At that time, Mingjiao had been attached, and the six major factions had also been attached, leaving only Zhu Yuanzhang and his group of people to survive. There was no turning back, they were chased and beaten like dogs. Mo's men drove them all the way into the hinterland of the grassland.

If it weren't for Zhu Yuanzhang's superior vision and achievements in the military, and with people like Liu Bowen and Li Shanchang, he would probably have been finished.

But that's what he insisted.

It seems that it is fate in the dark that is driving all this.

If the story develops according to such a routine, then Zhu Yuanzhang has absolutely no possibility of turning the tables! The twist of the story in the Great Desert. Just after Zhu Yuanzhang fled into the desert with the remnants, some unexpected existence appeared. Several young men who claimed to be monks of the Kunlun sect appeared in Zhu Yuanzhang's army.

Wait until Mo's pursuers appear? One? Root? Read? After the novel xstxt, he fought with these monks. Fighting with monks is an experience that ordinary armies will never have. As soon as they made a move, the monks unleashed their flying swords and slashed at Mo's soldiers. These soldiers of Mo are all people of firm faith, and the choice at this time is to shoot.

Bang gunshots rang out in the desert.

A young monk was shot in the face by a buckshot and died. The other Kunlun monks were furious and used their flying swords to strangle Mo's soldiers in a very short time.

In Wang Yi's description, the flying swords of those monks were enough to drag out dozens of zhang of sword light, and according to this situation, they were probably a group of Jindan realm cultivators. But these monks were not the most terrible - in the ensuing war, they encountered a truly formidable enemy:

Some monks who are already at the top of the human world, as well as magic weapons that do not belong to the human world.

In the face of such an enemy, Mo's reaction is not unhurried, and the resistance is not resolute. Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu are running around and working hard for this country. The situation, which had been calmed down, became chaotic once again.

"Those monks are simply bastards, beasts, beasts. The world has just settled down, and everyone has enjoyed less than ten years of peace. It is because of them that the world is once again plunged into war. Mo, no matter how powerful it is, is just a mortal organization, and when we face those immortals, even if we have fearless courage, we-"

As soon as Wang said, he wanted to cry.

Countless of them, moths rushed to the fire, and then died, defending the justice in their hearts. In the face of the high monks, they did not run away. Mo's resistance was so stubborn that he even tried everything he could to deal with these monks. But their strength is too weak.

After that, Longhushan and the Emei faction also joined the encirclement and suppression of Mo.

Beacon smoke swept the world.

Ink.

In the end, Mo stopped in Suzhou.

Some of Mo's most powerful people put up the most arduous resistance here. Even the local people rose up. It's the audacity of a group of ants trying to stop the elephants. The result is predestined, Mo ...... There are no more. This is how it all ended.

No one knows this dusty history. But the fact that Suzhou City has become Yangzhou is already the best proof. Suzhou is simply slapping the face of the gods, and Zhu Yuanzhang doesn't want to hear the name of this place again, let alone mention this period of history. So the government records were all tampered with.

There is probably nothing in this world that Zhu Yuanzhang does not dare to do.

So in fact, what Wen Xiaotian saw in the Fu Zhi before, what was changed to Yangzhou from the Tang Dynasty, is simply nonsense. Everything is Zhu Yuanzhang's whitewash - whether it is those monks or Zhu Yuanzhang, they are unwilling to face that period of history, they want to erase it.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, ink was once prominent for a while, and then disappeared without a trace.

Before the Ming Dynasty, Mo established his own kingdom, but once again disappeared in the long river of history.

Fate doesn't seem to want to see the existence of the Mo family.

"What's in your way? What's in your way? Wen Xiaotian's glasses were a little distracted, and he muttered to himself, his heart full of unspeakable resentment. The Mo family established a kingdom, which could have led this civilization to splendor and glory, but it was destroyed by those monks.

In the future, the Manchu Qing Dynasty will still enter the customs, and the Eight-Nation Alliance will still blow up this ancient civilization.

Why?

Wen Xiaotian just couldn't understand that what he and others were doing was beneficial to the nation, race, country, and tens of thousands of sentient beings in China. But why did those monks destroy it? "Huh......" Wen Xiaotian let out a sigh of relief, it no longer makes sense to think about these now.

"Those monks ......"

Wang Yi said hesitantly: "The body and soul are here, although the warriors of my ink have been slaughtered, but the murderers will not be able to rest for the rest of their lives." Even if you are a monk, you have to bear the sin of slaughtering us. ”

Then, Wen Xiaotian heard Wang Yi talk about the truth about those Xiuzhen sects, especially the Kunlun sect, which were closed—some of the most powerful of them were contaminated with the soul of the ink warrior and could not be freed. Obviously, they are in retreat to expel these souls.

This is karma, cause and effect.

Whoever kills will be rewarded.

"They are still alive, but the ones who followed me back then are dead......" Wen Xiaotian's voice was low and hoarse, and there was no longer that kind of game dust. If you are a human being, you will have feelings, and if you have feelings, you will be sad. He was never afraid of parting, because he could see each other again after leaving, but when he died, he would never see each other again.

Bai Yezi patted Wen Xiaotian on the shoulder, and she was also very sad in her heart, she asked, "What about Mo Chou and the Dragon Girl?" ”

Wang Yi naturally knew what Bai Yezi was asking. To the white leaves, they have the same respect. Wang Yi said: "Miss Mochou and Miss Dragon Girl, before the city was broken, they had already soared away. ”

Ascension?

It was not only Bai Yezi who was surprised, but also Wen Xiaotian.

A hundred years of ascension, this speed is too fast, right?

But looking back, it was the exercise in the fairy sword, and I was relieved. Different worlds, different cultivation methods, goals to pursue, and results are all different. Therefore, it is not incomprehensible that a hundred years of ascension will be soared. Wen Xiaotian was interrupted by this, and his mind was slightly better.

He reinvigorated somewhat.

"Wang Yi, follow me...... Follow me and slaughter all the gods and Buddhas...... If they kill my people, I will drive them all out!" Wang Yi, are you willing to give up everything you have now and follow me? ”

"Wang Yi himself has nothing, and he is willing to follow the Immortal Chief!"

Wang Yi's gaze was burning.

Wen Xiaotian's gaze fell on Zhao Xi again, and said, "Don't worry, I don't blame your grandfather." As an opponent, his tenacity, his persistence, and his madness are all admirable. And over the years, the world has been really good. It's just those immortals that I hate......"

Li Feng shouted: "Brother Tian, have you forgotten me? ”

Wen Xiaotian took a deep breath and said, "You are the White Tiger Star in the sky, you can't follow me." ”

Li Feng didn't understand the meaning of Wen Xiaotian's words, and shouted: "What kind of white tiger star of labor and management, Lao Tzu is Li Feng, you are Brother Tian." Your brother's matter is my strong wind's business, don't hesitate to go to the soup and go to the fire, otherwise others will say that you are not righteous enough. How will I mix this up in the future? ”

Wen Xiaotian said: "This is not up to you. ”

Some things are already predestined, and no one can change them.

What Wen Xiaotian wants to do is almost a hundred deaths, how can he pull Li Feng together? Although in the original work, the gods and demons of the strong wind are united, killing the Quartet, and fighting with Yuan Sheng and others are inseparable. But in fact, this is the result of the connivance of the people of the Heavenly Realm, otherwise the ending would definitely not be like this.

Bai Yezi also said: "Listen to your brother Tian, you can't afford to participate in this matter." And this matter needs a long time to plan, little by little, to come. ”

After catching up, the group hit the road again.

In his heart, he thought that he would stay with Li Feng until it was time to mourn Yingtian. In this way, he will have the opportunity to meet Zhang Sanfeng - this former experiencer must be extremely clear about what happened back then. And Wen Xiaotian didn't want Zhang Sanfeng to stand on the side of the immortals.

According to the original trajectory of the Evil Wind Song, it should be that overseas immortals and mainland forces are grabbing territory and helping Zhu Yunwen and Zhu Di respectively, but Wen Xiaotian is now going to change the script!

Whether it is Kunlun, Longhu Mountain, or the Emei faction, they all have to pay the price.

For the sake of the billions of dead beings, for the sake of those souls who cannot rest in peace, they should pay with their lives.

The wheels crushed against the road, creaking.

Yanjing is in sight.

Finally stepping on the land he was familiar with again, Zhao Xi felt more relieved than ever, and Xiao Lizi also breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Xiaotian and Bai Yezi also began to look at the city curiously.

Yanjing.

The city of Beijing of the future.

The towering walls were entrenched like dragons, and a breath of iron and blood permeated the surroundings.

Xiongguan is long.

The barbarism of the northern grasslands and the prosperity of agriculture in the Central Plains are isolated, forming two worlds.