I don't know if it was intentional, but most of the ink-colored poison fell into the canal that ran through the entire Chang'an City, and the various tributaries of the canal connected to the doors of thousands of households in Chang'an City.

This poison spread extremely fast, and the devil who asked for his life, almost instantaneously, came into contact with more than 20% of the people of Chang'an City, entered through the skin, robbed them of their sanity, and turned them into something similar to the living dead.

"Smack." The big red lantern hanging in the street flickered, and the light went on and off, and then fell.

The flames fluttered, burning through the paper of the lantern, and the tongue of fire sparked on the red paper, burning to the bamboo bones that supported the lantern, and before the whole lantern could be burned through, it was trampled by big feet, and the living dead were crowded, and the flames writhed as if struggling, and then extinguished in an instant.

The living dead, twisted their limbs, poured into the streets like a tidal wave, and began to attack the normal people next to them.

After more than ten breaths, a plague of the living dead spread in Chang'an City, and as King Ping Tian said, this Chang'an City was already in chaos.

The previous three battles in Chang'an City, under intentional control, did not affect the people of Chang'an, so they were not chaotic.

Only when all the people of Chang'an are in chaos in Chang'an City, Chang'an City can be regarded as really chaotic, and tens of thousands of people in Chang'an, no matter how strong he is in the Heavenly King, how many people can he kill under the entanglement of Shengyan's cultivation?

Therefore, King Ping Tianwang chose the most lethal method for ordinary people, the plague.

The plague of the living dead caused by corpse poison, as long as one person in the workshop is poisoned, all the people in that workshop will be poisoned, in this case, at most half a day, the entire Chang'an will be turned into a dead city.

A burst of tearing sounds came from Chang'an City, followed by the sound of houses being demolished, and one fire after another lit up from Chang'an City, which was a set of burning markets.

Fires are always accompanied by chaos, which in turn is made more chaotic by uncontrolled flames.

The plague of the living dead is like a quagmire, slowly pulling the entire Chang'an City to death, but Chang'an at this time is like a person who is sick to the bone marrow, knowing that he wants to die, but there is nothing he can do.

"Hahaha." King Pingtian stood on the sky, as if admiring his own masterpiece, the chaos in Chang'an City was caused by him, since the fall of the previous dynasty, King Pingtian has never been happier than now.

It was at this time.

"Great compassion, Amitabha." Upstairs in the bright moon, a monk stood out, holding a nine-ring tin staff.

The spiritual rain fell from the sky, not only Mingyue Tower, a spiritual rain shrouded Chang'an appeared, fluttering and sprinkling, the living dead on Chang'an Street stopped walking, looked up at the sky, fell into a sluggishness, and the fire in the workshop was slowly extinguished.

The abbot of the Great Compassion Temple has made a move, and its method is the Great Compassion and Great Compassion Crossing Method, but its complexion is slowly turning green, which is a sign of poisoning.

Qingxu used great compassion to overcome the doom, and transferred the poison of the living dead and the poison of the entire Chang'an to his own body.

A mouthful of black blood spit out, and fell on the robe of the abbot of Qingxu, a little tin staff of the nine rings, and the spiritual rain did not stop, dispersing all the corpse poison in Chang'an City.

The infected people began to fall into a deep sleep.

"Good." Seeing that the people of Chang'an were carefree, the abbot of Qingxu walked back to the Mingyue Tower, his face turned from green to ink, and then the Buddha flame was ignited all over his body to purify the poison.

With the burning of the Buddha's flame, there is also the body of the abbot of Qingxu, a spiritual rain, which survived the plague of the living dead in Chang'an City. A Buddha flame burns away the corpse poison of oneself and the creatures.

The abbot of Qingxu in the flames had a serene face, and even a faint smile.

This corpse poison is very domineering, it has never been seen in Datang, which means that Pingtianwang has accumulated thousands of years, and after this time, Pingtianwang can no longer exert such poison.

In other words, the people of Datang will never be affected by this poison again.

can let this poison die with himself, so the abbot of Qingxu is very satisfied.

"Monk, I'm leaving!" Qingxu took one last look at the Chang'an City he was familiar with.

At the head of the bright moon building, there is a monk sitting down.

Downstairs in Mingyue, Chen Qingshan lowered his head, Ah Lan lowered his head, this Chang'an City, all sober people lowered their heads, and a sense of sorrow filled the entire Chang'an in an instant.

It's obviously the New Year, why did so many people die on what should be a joyful day?

A long river of angry sword qi slashed out, leaving a scar on the armor of King Pingtian, and Fan Fan killed it with a sword.

"Maybe, you really deserve to die." Lifan said seriously, Wubo's eyes were really angry, Qingxu and Lifan had no intersection, but this did not affect Fan's admiration for Qingxu.

Qingxu died because of King Pingtian, which made Fan very unhappy.

The sword qi is contained in the chest, and when it is uneven, it should be spit out quickly.

Pavilions and pavilions, Chang'an Yuexian, contained in a sword, used the bright moon west building, this sword style, the white master of Jishui Town said, there is the power of the eight realms.

"Come on!" King Pingtian finally paid attention to it in his eyes, Qingyang appeared in his hand, and he clenched his fist to hit it, King Pingtian was a martial artist, even if the immortal body was shattered, but its most powerful reliance was also his own body.

With anger, the sword he handed out was already full strength, and with his cultivation and kendo perception, he might call this sword the strongest sword in the world.

The two staggered by.

"What?!" With a burst of surprise, in the unbelievable gaze of King Pingtian, Qingyang on King Ping's fist was shattered, and the wound on the arm of the fist was more than a foot deep, and the sharp sword intent above the wound was drilling into King Ping's body.

King Ping Tianwang found that with his own cultivation, he couldn't pull out the sword intent in his body, and the strength of this monk's sword was beyond his imagination.

"You've refreshed my perception of you again, but how many swords can you swing with a sword like that just now?" King Ping Tianwang found that he couldn't get rid of Fan's sword intent for the time being, so he simply stopped caring about it.

"Hmmm! Monk? A few words snorted coldly from the mouth of King Pingtian, as if there was no emotion.

Master Lifan recited the Buddha's name and replied, "I don't know how many swords I can swing." ”

The hand did not stop, and one sword after another was swung out, like a storm, and each sword was the Bright Moon West Building.

The sword light directly submerged the Ping Tianwang.

"This is?!" The head of Shengyan Academy was shocked, only to feel that the surprise appeared in his heart, it was sent from the body of the monk, an ordinary iron sword, but the sword intent was shocking.

This Chang'an's sword in the city was throbbing at the moment because of the sword in Fan's hand.

"It's going to appear, the first Eight Realms Sword Cultivator in this world, the first Eight Realms Sword Cultivator in the world called the Tang Dynasty." The voice of heaven and earth wide sounded in Chen Qingshan's ears.

"Eight Realms Sword Cultivator, Master Fan!" Chen Qingshan looked at the sky, his face excited.

Every time Lifan above the sky swings a sword, the sword intent on his body is a little stronger, and his spirit and spirit are integrated, and his whole body exudes sharpness, which makes people not look at it.

The first Eight Realms Sword Cultivator in the true sense of the Tang Dynasty is about to be born, he is not as gorgeous as people think, just a monk who is trapped in his heart, and today, he is the dead abbot of Qingxu, and he wields a sword angrily for the thousands of sentient beings in Chang'an City.

Tens of thousands of zhang sword intent erupted, and the breath of the mortal reached its peak, breaking through the shackles.

The trace of immortal qi given by Chen Qingshan was taken out by him and integrated into his palm to stabilize his cultivation.

There was a catastrophe, but it was cut by a sword with his hand.

King Ping Tian broke out from the rain of swords, but what he saw was a mortal who was as broken as the Eight Realms, and his complexion changed greatly.

"I can't kill you in the Seven Realms, what about the Eight Realms?" Fan mentioned the sword, the plain way, the sword cultivation of the eight realms, on the attack, the crown of the world.

Between the words, Fan handed over the sword.

An ordinary sword light, if it returns to its roots, it will only be a sword that will cut off the arm of the King of Peace.

A guy who has been sleeping in the tomb for thousands of years will no longer be an opponent of the Eight Realms.

When it was dark, he used the sword in his hand to slay an eternal light.