The monster's hand was quickly withdrawn as if it had been electrocuted, and Li Yuanxi's jade pendant slowly rose into the air, and the white light emitted by the jade pendant pierced him and made him unable to open his eyes.

The monster roared angrily, and the blood and qi around it surged like a tidal wave, and finally formed a huge blood sea tide, crushing down towards the jade pendant with an unstoppable momentum.

A drop of blood in the jade pendant swam wildly, as if trying to struggle to get out of the trap, but was firmly trapped in it by the seemingly fragile jade pendant.

The energy in the tide of the sea of blood invaded like a storm, and all fell on the jade pendant.

Bai Mang turned into a thin light curtain, guarding Li Yuanxi's corpse, although this Bai Mang is very restrained in blood, but it can't stand Bai Mang's is too weak, and the amount of blood is very large under the blessing of the monster.

Although there is a world of difference between the two forces in terms of individuals, the amount of flesh and blood has completely crushed the righteousness of Haoran.

Even the greatest strength between heaven and earth cannot escape the truth between strength and weakness.

What should be the division between good and evil? If the power of the demons is stronger than the righteous path.

So what should the world ruled by demons be called? When the time comes, will the evil way become the right way?

Is it really just a matter of winning and losing, and the strong will always be strong?

Soon, the light curtain emitted by the jade pendant gradually dimmed, until it was completely engulfed by the sea of blood, and Li Yuanxi's body was not spared, falling into the sea of blood and floating up and down.

At this time, only the surface of the jade pendant was still emitting a faint light, but this glimmer was already very weak, and in this dark night sky, it was swallowed up by endless darkness, and there was no light at all.

The sea of blood was still eroding the jade pendant under the control of the monster, and it was obvious that these two drops of blood demon true blood had been peeled off from the ancient blood demon's body.

After a long period of time, the true blood psychic spirit initially gave birth to their own spiritual wisdom, but their strength is still very weak, so they want to rescue the trapped Zhou Yiping.

The other party's cultivation of the blood demon skill has been completed, and the two complement each other, and it is a community that prospers and loses.

In the forbidden army camp on the outskirts of the city, He Jianbai stroked his gray beard and looked at the sky-high flames burning in the distant capital, and his eyes couldn't help but flash a worried look.

Under the stage, not only Zhao Wei's head was hanging high at this time, but there were also several newly appointed generals appointed by He Jianbai.

The man who took the lead in the mutiny, his head was hanging next to Zhao Wei's head at this time.

The soldier's eyes were wide with anger, his face was covered with bruises, and he must have struggled before he died.

The soldiers passing by the school yard in the camp occasionally looked up boldly, and the heads were hanging high.

But immediately afterwards, it was a stormy reprimand from the school officer who led the team.

There were tens of thousands of forbidden troops in the camp, but not even a single soldier came out of the camp to quell the rebellion, and tens of thousands of horses guarded the camp as usual.

The only difference from usual was that the battalions, under the leadership of the officer general, received the weapons in the arsenal and were ready to go.

As for the captains who led the team, they were all those generals who were tied together by the soldiers before the mutiny.

And the head hanging under the tent is the general appointed by the He father and son on the spot.

Such a strange reversal made even the soldiers who had personally experienced the bloody massacre not long ago feel like they were dreaming in a trance.

It turned out that the soldiers, under the leadership of the newly appointed Lieutenant General, went to the arsenal to distribute weapons and returned to the camp to prepare for assembly.

The generals and colonels who were originally tied up in the captain's tent were all released.

The captains of each battalion were full of power on weekdays, and the low-level soldiers were weak when they saw these generals.

If it weren't for the burly man colluding with the thorns of the battalions, coupled with the chaos in the capital, the soldiers would be eager to save people.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to successfully control these generals before, but now these generals have been released, and in the face of such a change, the newly appointed generals are naturally eager to keep their status

。

There were bases on both sides, and no one could help anyone for a while, and the two sides were in a scuffle, and the army was in chaos before it left the camp.

Combined with the weapons that had just been taken out of the arsenal, in less than an hour, thousands of people had been killed and wounded on both sides.

If the fight continues like this, let alone going out of the camp to quell the chaos, I am afraid that there are not many soldiers who can get out of the camp alive.

In the end, it was the respected Mr. He and his son Mr. Xiaohe, who stood on the high platform and beat drums to mediate the fight between the two sides.

After that, all the lieutenant generals and colonels of the battalion, whether they were appointed by the imperial court or later appointed by the army, all gathered in the commander's tent to discuss matters.

What happened later was that all the generals who were appointed later were beheaded and hung here with the heads of the original commander, General Zhao, to warn the soldiers not to lead the crowd into chaos.

As for the reason, the news that came out of the tent was nothing more than rebellion and chaos.

But one of the things that made the soldiers most curious was how the generals and colonels who were under control came out.

He Zhangwen had already changed into a black armor at this time, with a sword at his waist, and he slowly walked behind He Jianbai and followed his father's gaze.

The fire in the city illuminated the moonless night, and the light looked so eerie.

He Jianbai noticed the movement in the rear, but he didn't turn around, but said with some concern: "Zhang Wen, if you don't march again, I'm afraid that even our He family will all be buried in the chaos in the city."

He Zhangwen's expression was grim, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes when he heard the words He family.

He groaned slightly, but still replied: "What my father is worried about is that just now that the army is dispatched, my son is afraid that those common people in the city have not suffered enough, and this kindness will inevitably fall on the Yu family."

"And ......"

He Zhangwen's eyes were sharp, he looked at the inner courtyard of the imperial city in the middle of the capital, and then said: "Most of the people living near the imperial city are the most powerful dignitaries in the court, and there are many guardians in these people's mansions, if they don't die, we won't have a chance to hold power."

The cool breeze of late autumn blew a wisp of gunpowder smoke from the city, He Jianbai was always old, and the chaos came so suddenly, he could be described as thrilling in this day.

The old man's energy was already a little low, and at this time, the cool breeze blew, and he couldn't help but tighten the cloak on his body.

Looking at the beacon fire in the capital from afar, He Jianbai sighed: "It's not that you don't know what you said about being a father, but this is ......."

He Zhangwen's eyes were resolute, his hand gently held the sword at his waist, and said softly: "My father is kind and doesn't want the people in the city to suffer such a great calamity, but my son has heard the saying 'If you don't break it, you can't stand it'."

"The troubled times have come, and now the overall situation is out of control, the Yu Emperor is dead, even the so-called Great Ancestor they worship as a god has disappeared, the old order will be scattered with the Yu Dynasty, what we can do now is to plant a new hope for the devastated land after the wildfire burns the wasteland!"

He Zhangwen's words were loud, and there was a moving momentum invisibly.

He Jianbai rubbed the jade pendant hanging from his waist, with a complicated look in his eyes, and said to himself: "Life is ruined, I can only stand by and do this, is it really the right thing to do?"

He Zhangwen suddenly sneered: "Father! The books of the saints can only be used to read, and they are completely ignorant of what to do, and they are useless at all! What love for the people, what morality, in this world, only hard fists are the greatest truth! My father has been up and down in the sea for decades, don't you even understand such a simple truth?"

He Jianbai's expression turned pale when he heard this, and Huo Di turned around and said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense! How can we, saints, argue in vain?"

When the words fell, He Jianbai suddenly felt that his shoulders sank, and the originally biting autumn wind also warmed up.

But it turned out that He Zhangwen draped the coat in his arms over his shoulders, and He Jianbai's original words of reprimand were swallowed back alive.

just patted He Zhangwen's shoulder a little helplessly, and the father and son glanced at each other, everything was silent.

Cui Yanwen was wrapped in a rag strip around his body

, carrying a little girl covered in wounds on her back.

Wu Jun beside him became silent after seeing the girl, and the three of them walked along the way, Wu Jun only occasionally set his eyes on the little girl, and he didn't even say a word to Cui Yanwen during this period.

The three of them walked briskly along the streets of the capital towards the direction of the imperial city, and the usual bustling streets were now empty.

The large and small houses and shops on the street have now been burned, and the fire spreads along the houses, and the buildings with thousands of years of history have been burned to the ground.

There are still many thieves and bandits along the road, these people have killed an unknown number of people, and the weapons in their hands have been curled or even broken.

What shocked Cui Yanwen was that the eyes of these butchers were red with blood, or if they had turned red after killing too many people.

Without exception, everyone's eyes are scarlet, and they even glow brightly in the dark, like a beast that kills red-eyed.

In addition to these beasts who take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, there are also unseemly women who are ravaged by them.

Whether it was a beast who was doing evil or after doing evil, after meeting Cui Yanwen and his party, they were all slapped into powder by Wu Jun's understatement.

In the capital, except that they were quelling the rebellion.

There are also the disciples in the Tiangang Temple, under the leadership of Wang Zixuan, Sun Changwu and Hu Xiuxian, hundreds of people are divided into dozens of teams, scattered around the city to quell the chaos.

Compared with the huge capital, such power is just a drop in the bucket.

Among the people who made trouble, there were some local Jianghu sects in the capital, they were strong in martial arts, and ordinary people were not the opponents of these people at all.

Wu Jun, who was walking in front, looked stunned, suddenly stopped, turned his head to Cui Yanwen and said, "Let's go, if you don't leave, it's really too late."

Cui Yanwen was slightly stunned, and was about to ask a question, but he heard an earth-shattering noise coming from the direction of the imperial city, and then the overwhelming blood mist spread, instantly enveloping the entire imperial city and even everything around.