Chapter 463: Continue to kill

Imperial luck and racial luck are completely different things.

The rise and fall of dynasties is a cycle, and throughout the five thousand years, there is no immortal dynasty.

But the perishing of the imperial court does not mean that the Han people in the Central Plains perished.

All imperial luck cannot be compared with racial luck at all.

Zhao Kuangyin himself knows this very well, in this world, no one can dominate the luck of the Chinese race, this is the strongest racial luck in the world.

Therefore, Zhao Kuangyin chose the luck of the court.

And the celestial powerhouse behind this Jurchen clan is more shrewd than Zhao Kuangyin, he knows very well the terrible backlash of luck, so he uses the method of Shinto belief as a bridge to graft the racial luck of the Jurchen race.

The best thing is that the Jurchen tribe at this time is just a newborn race, with little luck and little effect. Therefore, this person began to plan to strengthen the Jurchen clan.

Little by little, the Jurchen racial luck is used for his own use, so as to achieve the effect of prolonging life.

It may even play a role in promoting the cultivation of refinement.

Yang Pan couldn't help but admire this.

Sure enough, there are countless geniuses in the heavens and all worlds, and there is no limit to wisdom.

It's just that most of these people are limited by the world and their horizons have not been opened.

Once there is a chance to jump out of the world barriers, what kind of dazzling light will bloom, no one really knows.

If this person really succeeds, then I really don't know how rebellious it will be, no wonder the Jurchen clan has risen so fast and so strong. actually broke through the Northern Song Dynasty Palace, causing Jingkang's shame.

His hero, my enemy.

There is no grudge between Yang Pan and this celestial powerhouse, but their positions are different.

Because of this, Yang Pan still had to stop it in the end.

As soon as Yang Pan made a move, it was equivalent to blocking this person's path to enlightenment, and the hatred of blocking the path would not die.

"Well, let's kill enough 500,000 Jurchens first, and then weaken the Jurchen clan to the greatest extent, if the Jurchen clan is wiped out, I'm afraid this person will also suffer from luck, right?" Yang Pan sneered.

Yang Pan stood on the hillside, pointed out towards the valley.

The blood in the valley began to gather into the air, and was sucked into the blood river space.

The corpses were reduced to powder, scattered in the valley, and gradually fell into the soil.

The previously terrifying mountain of corpses and sea of blood was purified by Yang Pan.

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In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed.

On the holy mountain of the Jurchen clan, the great shaman was already feeling a little exhausted at this time.

The Jurchen tribe is really in dire straits, and in the past ten days, in addition to bad news, the best news is that the old patriarch and his party have not seen anyone in their lives, and they have not seen their bodies in their deaths.

After decades of accumulation and the efforts of several generations, there is not much left of the 700,000 population.

Settlements are constantly being slaughtered.

Wanyan Aguta, who hastily ascended to the throne, had to organize the rest of his clan to gather on the holy mountain, and all other settlements were forced to abandon, even affecting production and grazing.

The Holy Mountain had to come up with decades of accumulated and collected grain reserves to cope with the current food shortage of the Jurchens.

Today's Jurchen tribe is really worse day by day, and there is an indescribable twilight atmosphere among the tribes.

The population of 500,000, the entire population of 500,000 completely disappeared, and the backbone of the Jurchen clan was broken, and the losses were so heavy that it was impossible to count them at all.

Yang Pan can be said to know the current situation of the Jurchen tribe well.

He was also waiting for the Jurchens to concentrate all the population on the Holy Mountain, and it would not be too late to do so.

Because the large strongholds were wiped out by Yang Pan, the remaining small tribes were too scattered, and it was too troublesome to find them one by one.

"I have killed more than two-thirds of the population of the Jurchen clan, and that one hasn't even made a move to stop it?" Yang Pan was standing on the top of a mountain a hundred miles away from the holy mountain at this moment, looking at the majestic and abnormal palace from afar.

It's not normal, it's definitely not normal!

"Am I guessing wrong?" Yang Pan muttered strangely.

"No, it's impossible, this person stays in the mortal world, naturally there will be a danger of longevity, even Murong Longcheng had to become a monk in Shaolin in order to prolong his life, but after a few decades, he really saw through the red dust, comprehended the four emptiness, and prolonged his life through the method of Buddhism and Zen. This person is no exception, as long as he wants to live in this mortal world, then he can only find a way to prolong his life. This is an inevitable consequence of the limitations of the world. Unless this person can attain enlightenment and immortality. Yang Pan muttered softly to himself.

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"Hehe, how is this possible, they have all proved the primordial gods, what kind of race are they playing? Isn't this full of food? Besides, the power of the primordial gods of this world should probably be called immortals. Will the immortals of this world be like the primordial gods of the main world, facing the danger of the four or nine heavenly tribulations and the five decays of heaven and man?" Yang Pan had no idea of further exploration.

"This person hasn't made a move so far, so it means that it's inconvenient for him to make a move now, right? Is he injured, or is he being eaten by luck, or is he being dragged down by Shinto beliefs?" Yang Pan sighed inexplicably.

It is not impossible to cultivate Shinto in the human body, but it is extremely difficult, and the power of faith, after all, is an external force, and if you practice through faith, you will inevitably be subject to faith.

Yang Pan believes that the Shinto cultivation method in this world is definitely the kind of crude method, and no matter how subtle it is, it will also face the danger of backlash from faith.

Even if there is no backlash from faith, the practitioner should always retreat to eliminate the hidden dangers of faith contaminating the spirit.

In fact, this is the biggest limitation of the method of cultivating faith.

In the world of the gods, the spiritual cultivation of the gods is based on the Godhead as the core. It's too much trouble to turn faith into divine power, and to give back to believers, and to manage faith.

And once all the believers die, the gods who have lost the support of their faith will fall into a deep sleep, fall in a deep sleep, and finally fall into the astral realm, unable to extricate themselves.

This is the greatest weakness of the divine belief in the law of faith.

Unlike the Taoist authentic method practiced by Yang Pan, the great power belongs to himself, and the supernatural powers are all self-sufficient.

"But it doesn't matter, I can continue to kill, as long as the Jurchens are wiped out, and the luck is backfired, I'm afraid you will die ugly without my help." Yang Pan said with a sneer.

Yang Pan flew up and flew towards the Jurchen Holy Mountain a hundred miles away.

Yang Pan didn't fly too high, so his tracks were still discovered.

Immediately after that, it was reported layer by layer, and after a while, it was reported to the altar sacrifice to the great shaman.

"Oh no, Shaman, the devil is coming, he, he, he actually flew from the sky. The guard nervously reported.

What?

The great shaman is unbelievable, isn't that something that only true God can do?

Flying, is that something that mortals can do?

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Chapter 464: True God

Martial arts cultivation to a certain realm, you can use peerless light skills, volley void crossing, temporarily stay in the air, but that is not flying.

Eventually, it will fall.

The Great Shaman walked out of the temple hall and came to the observation deck, where he saw a figure flying slowly in the air in the distance.

The whole person was stunned.

"You and other barbarians dare to offend my Chinese Tianwei, the means are despicable, and people and gods abandon them. Today, this seat is here to do the way for heaven and kill the whole clan to serve the police!" Yang Pan's voice spread throughout the entire holy mountain.

Under this voice, the Jurchens knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

The Jurchen high-level officials had a blue face and gritted their teeth, but there was no way to take Yang Pan.

"Devil, you devil, you are a hundred times more cruel than my people. What qualifications do you have to bark here?" the new Jurchen patriarch Wan Yan Aguda stood up and asked.

"A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood, you first came to my Central Plains to loot and sell children, don't blame this seat for washing your Jurchen clan with blood. This is called one report and one report, which is fair and reasonable, and fair. Yang Pan snorted coldly.

", the methods of the Liao Kingdom are ten times more cruel than our clan, and I don't see you go to them for trouble?" Wanyan said hatefully: "Don't you just see that my clan is weak and easy to bully, what kind of high-sounding reason are you looking for?"

Yang Pan laughed and said: "The affairs of the Liao State are the affairs that the emperor should be in charge of, what is the matter of this seat? The struggle between countries depends on the comprehensive national strength. That's not what this seat should be in. And have you Jurchens established a state?"

This is a well-founded rebuttal.

The Jurchens did not establish a state, and they dared to provoke trouble, that is, civil disputes.

Folk affairs, as a chivalrous man in the Central Plains, he Yang Pan took action with great righteousness to seek justice for those families who died and children who were abducted and trafficked, isn't it a just thing?

Wanyan Aguda was silent, the Jurchen tribe was indeed just a tribe and did not establish a country.

Moreover, in the sphere of influence of the Liao State, they dared to establish a country, and they were defeated by the Liao State in minutes.

Without the establishment of a state, the Jurchens naturally had no position to bargain with the Song State in the Central Plains.

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Seeing that his people were silent, Yang Pan couldn't help laughing and said, "I have nothing to say, hand over those children, and hand over the mastermind." This seat has the virtue of a good life in heaven, and you can consider letting you live. Otherwise, then don't blame this seat for being ruthless. ”

Wanyan looked at the Great Shaman, and he couldn't do anything about it, because the plan was led by the Temple, and his father was involved.

But Wanyan Aguta himself doesn't know much about this.

The great shaman watched Yang Pan stand in the air, motionless. With his ability, it can be seen that this is not a light effort, but a real step on the void.

True God? There is also a true God in the Central Plains?

"O true God, beg thee to descend upon thy power and save thy people. The great shaman turned around and fell to his knees, kowtowing and begging.

Yang Pan was stunned for a moment, you must know that this is an old guy who has cultivated as a great grandmaster, and he can even believe in gods? It's unimaginable, how did he get promoted to this realm?

Could it be that someone used the method of penetrating the top to spawn a pseudo-great master?

It's quite possible!

Because of martial arts practice, those who have reached the realm of grandmasters have their own martial arts will, and it is absolutely impossible to believe in others.

Therefore, if it is a martial arts powerhouse who has cultivated by himself, it is absolutely impossible to be so embarrassed.

Yang Pan was curious, who is this mysterious true god?

But Yang Pan waited for a while, but he didn't see this so-called true god appear.

"Hey, it seems that I overestimated Your Excellency?" Yang Pan sighed lightly, "Since you don't come out, then don't blame the poor Dao's subordinates for being ruthless." ”

Yang Pan said and summoned the Zhuxian Sword.

"Let you also see the means of the poor way!" Yang Pan pinched the sword technique in his hand and shouted softly: "Sword Light Splitting Technique!"

The Zhuxian Sword is divided into two, two into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen, and sixteen into thirty-two.

A total of thirty-two flying swords were shot one after the other at the tent area at the foot of the mountain.

Thirty-two flying swords, as if they were alive, chased and hunted the Jurchens, regardless of men, women, old and young!

Moreover, the efficiency of flying swords to kill people is ten times more efficient than Yang Pan slashing people with a sword, more than a hundred times.

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"Ahh

"Don't-"

"Spare your life—"

"I don't want to die-"

Wanyan looked at Yang Pan's divine skill in disbelief, and muttered, "Flying sword killing, this is an immortal method, right?

Although the lower class of the Jurchen people are illiterate, the upper class people are all proficient in the culture of the Central Plains, learn Chinese characters, learn Chinese, and are proud of the Chinese language, and they dream of entering the prosperous land of the Central Plains, which is a paradise on earth.

Therefore, Wanyan Aguta has also seen similar records, there is a legend of traveling to the Beihai Sea at night, and flying swords for thousands of miles to get people's heads.

But Wanyan Aguda never believed it, thinking that it was the Central Plains people who boasted and exaggerated.

I put gold on my face, if I really have such a powerful thing, I don't see that the Central Plains has been bullied by the Liao State.

Now it seems that all this is true.

The land of the Central Plains is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and it is difficult to know the depths.

"It's a shame that our clan still wants to enter the Central Plains one day and occupy the flowers and rivers of the Central Plains. It turns out that all this is a joke!" Wanyan Agu's self-confidence was severely hit, and the ambition in his heart was almost extinguished.

Not to mention anything else, any master in the Central Plains has the ability to destroy the entire Jurchen clan when he kills him, not to mention the unfathomable heritage of the Central Plains.

"That's enough—" Suddenly, a sigh rang out from heaven and earth.

There was a sense of compassion in this sigh.

And the sound is as crisp and nice as a yellow bird.

From the mountain, a golden figure slowly emerged.

The golden light covers the body, and the body shape is not clear to see.

"O Lord God, Thou hast appeared at last, and thy humble servant prays unto thee and confesses unto thee. Your divine power is like the sun in the sky, eternal and immortal. The Great Shaman kowtowed feverishly in praise.

"Are you finally willing to come out?" Yang Pan stretched out his hand, and the Zhuxian Sword returned, and the other sword shadows also disappeared. But the Jurchens still suffered heavy losses, and in just such a short period of effort, Yang Pan killed at least seven or eight thousand people.

"Why do you want to kill them all?" the golden figure sighed.