When Tranquility climbed to the top of the tall building, the emperor was kneeling in the windward building with his sword and coughing, and there was already a large area of blood in front of him.

When Tranquility saw the hand holding the hilt of the sword strongly, she also understood something.

Of course, the waters of the River Styx have a role.

At least, when this emperor slashed out that sword towards the gods, the power of those surging rivers was indeed destroying the body of the chilling cicada and the sea of gods.

The Divine Sea, which burned out in an instant, probably did not have the strength to resist the erosion of those Styx waters.

It's just that this also makes such a teenager extremely dazed.

If that's the case.

If that's the case.

Why did the chilling cicada send such a terrifying sword?

The emperor coughed, and spat out a mouthful of blood on the side of the windward tower, the color of which was almost invisible, and what he spat out was full of something as black as the power of a witch, or more like some kind of black flower born on the banks of the River Styx, from the mouth of the chilling cicada.

"How's this sword?"

Han Cicada turned his back to the young man who walked up with the stone tablet, and looked up slightly at the world where the sword wind did not stop, but asked such a question.

Tranquility was silent for a while, and said softly: "This sword of the king, if it falls to the fake capital, probably no one in the fake capital will survive, of course it is a very good sword, but ....."

"I don't understand."

The boy really couldn't understand the sword that was three feet above the heads of the world.

"There have always been many things that the world cannot understand."

The voice of the chilling cicada gradually calmed down.

"Just as I can't agree with your desire to separate the sorghum from the wind."

"Probably, you are from Huangliang, and I am from Huai'an."

This sentence of the chilling cicada may have answered each other's two questions.

So Serenity was silent.

The young man held the stone tablet engraved with the three characters of Zuo Shifu, and after a little silence, he walked to the cold cicada and knelt down, then raised his head and said softly: "How is the king now?" ”

Han Cicada watched the young man come and did nothing, sitting there quietly, probably not breathing quietly, after a sword was sent and the Divine Sea was emptied, this emperor has been sinking in the pain of the erosion of the power of the River Styx. His face was a little pale, but his eyes were still calm and shining—something was more than just the boy's eyes.

"It's not good, after the Sword Cultivation God Sea is empty, I can only slowly breathe in and recuperate, but I have been fed too much Styx water by you, probably it will be a long process."

The King of Chu looked at the young man while talking about those things very slowly.

"If I can return to Huai'an, where the Heaven and Earth Vitality is more sufficient, maybe I can slowly get rid of the erosion of these Styx powers, but probably not now, the Styx is above the yellow sorghum, and my sword slashing divine power will also be counterattacked from the Divine Capital. As you can see, I can only sit here coughing up blood and gasping for breath, wondering why you brought a stone tablet with you. ”

Serene looked silently at the stone tablet that was standing squarely in front of her.

"I'm grounded, Your Majesty."

The stele was still in front of Serenity.

The young man spoke, but he also paused slightly, and his eyes wandered away at the night outside the windward building, and the lights of the world that were in a hurry under the sword wind.

"But I've discovered one thing now."

Tranquility whispered.

The chill sat there coughing, and the sounds of those coughs seemed to become the background sound of the teenager's narration.

"Actually, I don't need to bring this stele with me. The Zuo Shifu is small, but it is also very large. Every piece of land we walk on is full of traces of history. Walking in the world with a history book, wherever you go, you will say in amazement, ah, it turns out that those stories happened here, so we stepped on history. ”

The young man's words were probably very reasonable, so Han Cicada sat with his sword, coughed for a long time, and said slowly: "Yes." So, what do you see here? ”

Tranquility was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "When I was repairing history, I saw some stories on the windward building. At the beginning, the empress, the Empress Huangliang, said many things very melancholy on the top of the windward tower, such as that the cultivation world was too high, so that the world never made its own decisions. ”

The chiller raised an eyebrow.

The boy said reverently, "So probably, probably I had a dream later." ”

The cicada seemed to understand something, but still asked softly, "What dream?" ”

"I must kill a cultivator."

"With what?"

"Use this stele."

The sword cultivator's gaze fell on the stone stele, which contained a lot of dirt pulled out from near the roots of the tree, as well as some rotten plant rhizomes and broken bricks.

The cicada looked at it quietly for a long time, then raised its head again, looked at Tranquility and said, "What does this represent?" ”

Tranquility thought hard - his brow furrowed, his lips pursed, his gaze hesitant but with some determination.

For a teenager, thinking about too many things related to the world is often painful, or that is also happy.

Pain is a pleasure.

It was a long time before Ning Jing raised his head, looked at the cold cicada and said seriously: "I don't know, but when I saw that the king was doing too many things that infringed on the interests of Huang Liang, I had anger in my heart, and that kind of anger made me not have to think about too many things - the general trend of the world, leave it to you adults to see." ”

The boy stretched out his hand and held the stele, although the stele was not large, but it was extremely difficult for the boy to pick it up with one hand.

Therefore, after the young man did not hold the stele in one hand, he replaced it with two hands—it looked like the courtiers of the previous court holding the jade wat in their hands.

Tranquility held the stone tablet and slowly raised it above his head, looking at the sword cultivator who was sitting in front of him, gasping, his eyes flashing and he didn't know what he was thinking, and said sincerely.

"Teenagers only do what teenagers want to do."

Han Cicada didn't actually think too much about it, those things had already been thought about very clearly when he sent the sword towards the gods, including the consequences afterward, the sword intent vitality was gone, and the pain caused by the power of the Styx eroding the Divine Sea made his muscles spasm, and he could only hold the sword in his hand tightly in the middle of the building, in order to maintain an upright appearance.

Just watching the young man lift the stone tablet above his head, the southern emperor still sighed softly.

"I didn't expect something to be you...."

Before the words of the chilling cicada were finished, the stone tablet smashed on his head with the sound of the wind, making a very dull sound, and this sword cultivator felt that an extremely old and distant bell seemed to ring in his head, and the first thing that came to him was not pain, but a kind of confusion - this made him suddenly forget who he was, why he came here, and why he came to this point.

But soon those boundless pains began to spread from the top of the forehead, like a flat lake thrown into a pebble, like a fine spider web.

This made the right hand of the cicada, which was barely holding the sword, also subconsciously loosened, and the whole person looked like an old man sitting in a leisurely dusk basking in the sun, and his head was slammed down.

The neck seemed to make a painful sound under the boy's blow, perhaps broken.

Fortunately, after all, it is sword cultivation, and after all, it is Liuyun sword cultivation.

After the moment of trance was pierced by the pain, the chilling gaze regained its clarity, and the hand that let go of the hilt of the sword re-grasped something - it was the blade of the sword, and the sudden pain made many things in the body of this thirty-one sword cultivator begin to work, so the pain was reduced a little.

Chill Cicada, leaning on the blade of her sword, raised her head again.

The young man's eyes were a little surprised, his pupils gradually contracted, and there seemed to be a lot of panic and palpitation.

He probably thought that this blow would put this sword cultivator to sleep completely.

It's just that the sword cultivator with blood on his head raised his head again with a clear gaze, grabbed the sword, and looked straight at himself.

However, the boy thought of a lot of things, and that fear also slowly subsided under the stimulation of his blood.

He lifted the stele that had fallen to the ground and even hit his finger.

"How can the king forget, this is Huangliang!"

The boy's stele was raised high and smashed down for the second time.

The stele smashed the sword cultivator's head down again, and the sword cultivator's hand holding the blade of the sword slid down three inches again, and the blood was dripping rapidly along the sword—faster than life, farther than the wind.

"How can the king forget that it is the people of Huangliang who have lifted you to this position from blood and fire!"

The young man's voice was still screaming angrily in the middle of the tall building.

Not at all peaceful.

Jian Xiu, who was already in a trance, thought silently.

"I don't accept it! Your Majesty, how can the history of Huangliang be cut off again? ”

Along with the shouts were the painful sound of the stone tablets colliding with the skulls and leg bones.

Serenity held up the stone monument again and again, as if she had completely forgotten what it meant to be tired. Blood began to seep from under June's thin clothes along the boy's arm, and the boy's muscles may have been torn as well.

Sweat and splashes of blood fell into the young man's eyes, making him look at this night and the world became extremely confused.

It's just that the boy probably didn't want to see a lot of things, but just struggled to wave the stone tablet in his hand.

Until someone reached out and grabbed the boy's hand.

"The king is dead."

The boy continued to hold up the stele without hearing it, but soon the stele was snatched away by an irresistible force, a power so vast that it was as great as the natural power of heaven and earth.

The lack of things in his hands made the young man feel extremely empty in his heart, so when the night wind blew, the young man couldn't stop trembling.

Tranquility shuddered, slowly raised her head, and vaguely saw the face of the man who had taken away the stone tablet in his hand in the blood.

Aged wine.

The old wine that was once left by the close attendant later made wine for the cicada.

Tranquility shuddered suddenly, and then weakly and weakly, slowly lowered his head and looked at the sword cultivator who had been sitting on the edge of the railing.

The man's shattered head hung deep on his chest, and the hand that held the sword had already slipped to the end of the sword nailed to the floor, and had been loosened for an unknown amount of time.

The attendant named Chen Jiu stood silently aside, holding the stone tablet in his hand that was full of dirt at the bottom and blood at the top, sighed, bent down and put it aside, then stood up straight, looked at the long steps in front of the palace of the King of Chu, and repeated the words.

"The king is dead, tranquility."

.......

- On the twenty-fourth day of June in the new calendar of Chu, Yin fell and died, it was night, and the left historian was quiet, hitting the king with a stone, and collapsing.

Lord Zuo Shi stood calmly on the palace road, looked up at the tall building, and turned those stories into a few words with a heavy pen, and wrote them in the history book in his hand.

......

The Taoist from the north, with clean knees, sat on the cliff of the divine capital for a long time.

The restraints from the power of the gods and goddesses in the sea of gods are indeed slowly weakening and fading.

Perhaps it won't be long before this Daoist hadn't waited for that sword, and he would have quietly walked towards the River Styx in that kind of decline.

Even Liu March couldn't help but feel very nervous at this moment.

Although Fang knows life and death, as a person of Taoism, who is willing to die like this?

Liu Yueyue's gaze passed over the people who were still praying to the goddess in the twilight of the divine capital, and fell to the southern capital beyond the green mountains.

The twilight in the world is deep, perhaps just like a certain Taoist thinks in Lingnan, at dusk, the world is a big preserved egg.

Liu March didn't know why, and suddenly felt a little hungry.

This may also be normal.

The sea of gods is empty, the power of gods is declining, and under all this, Liu March is of course just a world.

When the world is hungry, it looks at the night like a preserved egg, and looks at the twilight like an omelette.

Liu Yueyue thought about it, but laughed softly, and said to herself: "Senior brother, senior brother, if you send a sword over, you can also send a bowl of noodles with poached eggs, it is probably the best thing in the world." ”

This Taoist with declining divine power didn't know many stories in such a seemingly peaceful capital—even if Lord Yin kindly reminded them to drink less alcohol, this Taoist didn't take it seriously.

Is there any such thing as a complete and insightful story?

The Taoist sat there quietly waiting, and his heart gradually became apprehensive.

He naturally knew what the consequences of the idea that Han Cicada had said at the beginning, a sword cultivator ignited the Divine Sea, everything was empty, and that emperor might lose the power to deter this human world for a short time.

But after all, it was a Liuyun Sword Cultivator, as long as he had a sword in his hand, he might not be able to make any trouble.

The apprehension in Liu March's heart, perhaps more, is the worry that she will fall short at that time.

Although this Daoist was the most outstanding disciple of Qingtian Dao's generation, he had already died once after all, and he had been bound by divine power for too long - sometimes in a trance, Liu Yue even felt that the story in Qingtian Dao seemed to be some vague past.

When the Taoist soul went to the River Styx by boat, he always drank some water from the River Styx.

Liu March waited there anxiously for a long time, until the twilight faded, and the night of the world covered this divine capital overflowing with divine light.

The river Styx still comes from all directions and falls in the capital of the gods.

When the Taoist looked down at this glorious world, he had to admit that this was probably indeed a very brilliant kingdom of gods.

The divine fire is shaking, the divine light is overflowing, and the chanting sounds of the original Taiyi Spring Festival still seem to be reverberating among the sacred pillars that carry the spirits of gods and ghosts, and the sound is long and solemn.

It was the voice of prayer from the people of the world who knelt down in the midst of the gods.

Sorghum is, of course, sorghum.

This land, which once blessed the witches, ghosts and gods for thousands of years, still upholds the pious belief in gods and ghosts after thousands of years.

Liu Yue watched silently for a long time, and then looked at the night dome of the world.

The distant galaxy follows the River Styx, and I don't know how many feet it goes.

The story of gods and ghosts and the story of the world, which one is right, in fact, Liu March himself does not know.

But it is never wrong for the world to be encouraged to move forward.

How can this be wrong?

So this is probably the reason why the goddess who is unwilling to give in has to die.

Liu March thought with a sigh.

At a certain moment, the sword wind in the world began to blow in this world.

In the chill of the night wind, Liu Yue lowered her head and looked at the human capital west of the divine capital.

The cicada ignited the sea of gods.

This Taoist seemed to vaguely see the night like a spark falling on the world, a very brilliant and scorching sword fire rising in the tall building.

The speed at which the sword that ignited the Divine Sea was naturally extremely fast.

When the sword wind began to blow, Liu Yueyue glanced at the fake capital, then stood up with the cliff under his feet, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to pinch the Dao Jue.

The sword of the cicada is from the outside in, but some stories are naturally more than the outside in.

This Taoist should also be prepared from the inside out.

Only when the two are condensed at the same moment can they break free from the shackles of the divine power from the goddess.

A sword hanging three feet above the world came at the moment when the sword wind fell to the world.

It was so vast and so powerful, and among the gods who had lost the protection of the goddess, those undrawn divine powers from the Styx River also began to flutter at this moment.

Liu Yueyue looked at the sword calmly, pinching the Dao Jue, the ugly body was incomparably righteous and awe-inspiring at this moment.

Towards the sword wind, the Dao robe fluttered out one step.

This Taoist from the north, who had been trapped in the south for a year, calmly met the sword.

This sword can naturally only be carried by oneself.

There were countless subtle voices that rang out from the broken and twisted body of the Daoist in the loud sound of the sword crossing the world.

It was the sound of the shackles of divine power shattering.

What can slash divine power may indeed be more than the heavenly sword of the heavenly people.

The Daoist's divine thoughts submerged into his own divine sea.

The god of grains does not die, and it is not used diligently.

Of course, the Taoist god of grain has never died.

At the moment when those sword intent and divine power tore apart the body of the Daoist, there were many things, and finally revived in the Daoist's divine sea.

At that moment, countless Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi tore apart those divine powers and the power of the River Styx, surging towards the Dao people.

In the Dao Sea, the countless Dao Fruits on the Dao Tree were rejuvenated and shook away, and the dry Dao Sea instantly flooded the sky and rose in waves.

The beautiful Taoist stood on the shore of the vast sea, looking up and quietly counting the waves that rose one after another.

The waves rose five times and approached six stacks.

The Taoist laughed softly, and as the shell of his body was torn apart, his soul also began to dissipate.

Willow March, of course, is Willow March.

The Taoist hadn't had such an idea for a long time, but at this moment, the Taoist thought very complacently.

Senior brother will be very happy.