On the towering Ascension Terrace overlooking the city, Huang Zhong, dressed in a black and gold costume to worship the sky, stood quietly on the tall altar with a solemn face.

He is the deputy of Si Tian of the Yangjing Duty Division. Today's 30,000 people sacrifice to heaven ceremony will be arranged by him, which is a good errand with a high probability of being able to get the gifts of Heavenly Dao and Heavenly Court.

He slowly looked at the 30,000 people who had been controlled and arranged behind the sacrifice to the heavens, and then turned his head to look at the entire silent and deserted Yangjing today.

He knew that there was a high probability that there would be a human resistance today, but he didn't care at all, although he was just a monk who was not in the realm of transforming spirits, as long as he was in Yangjing, a person from the realm of transforming spirits would step into him and he was completely confident that he could slash it with a sword.

That was a war technique that subverted the entire immortal cultivation world, even if he had never used it in the Yangjing Duty Division for so many years, but he had been to the fairy and demon battlefield at the junction of the wilderness, and he had absolute confidence in that.

Thinking of this, his eyes subconsciously searched around from the Ascension Immortal Platform, and he didn't see the Penglai Sword Cultivator who was nominally the host of this Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony.

didn't see the white-clothed sword cultivator who had been in Yangjing for almost half a month but had only seen him once in the Duty Division, and his mood was slightly relieved and at the same time, he couldn't help but have a trace of sarcasm.

That sword cultivator is still a good acquaintance, and he didn't humiliate himself.

In the past ten years, the Yangjing Duty Division, which had been controlled by Abbot Immortal Island for ten years, has basically been replaced by Abbot Island's own people, and it has been built like an iron bucket, thus monopolizing the majority of the resources in the world for the cultivation of immortals.

According to the contract of the three islands, Yangjing Sitian was sent by the three immortal islands to send a core disciple to guard in turn, and the duty period of each Si Tian was twenty years, but due to the fall of this Si Tian ten years earlier. Although there is no precedent for Si Tian to fall early, according to the rules, it should be Abbot Island to send a successor Si Tian.

However, Penglai Immortal Island, which had always been arrogant, actually sent their core disciples ten years in advance. It involves ten years of worship in the world, which angers the abbot who has always been not very harmonious with Penglai. He got a hint in advance that the sect should not hand over the rights of the Yangjing Duty Division, and the next duty guard was also on the way to be sent.

And what he didn't expect was that Penglai Immortal Island really just sent a monk from the Spirit Transformation Realm in Yangjing, a Great Xia ruler with a light pole? Not to mention that before the Yangjing Battle Formation was handed over, a monk in the Spirit Transformation Realm in Yangjing was nothing to him.

"Bell", "bell", "bell", ......

The last thirty-six bells before the festival begins.

Huang Zhong's eyes could see the condition of the entire Yangjing under his feet, the festival was about to be held, but to his surprise, except for the small assassination of the Great Xia Monarch, the monk who had been in charge of guarding for a day and his search for inspiration did not see any trace of those martial arts cultivators.

Didn't they want to save the 30,000 people?

So what is their real purpose?

His gaze went beyond the tall buildings and palaces of Yangjing, and looked at the equally towering Suzaku Castle Tower.

...... ......

"Bell", "bell", "bell", ......

King's Landing

"Kneel—"

The last thirty-six bells before the festival begins.

The sound of the bell was accompanied by the loud singing of the celebrant officer, and the Suzaku door was like that

In the wilderness reflected by the bloody sun, the dense crowd slowly knelt down and bowed from near and far.

"Why do you have to die if you haven't even determined what is really right?"

"That man is just a ridiculous puppet, what's the point of you killing him other than offending the duty officer?"

Jian Jiu's faintly hurried voice sounded beside him.

"I'm always looking for something absolutely right. ”

"But the world is too complicated, and many of the world's truths cannot be found by thinking. Something right needs someone to prove it. ”

Ye Mingke turned his head and looked at Jian Jiu with a clear look in his eyes, and said with a smile

"I've always wanted to be a chivalrous man. An old man told me that chivalry is brave and positive, but chivalry, in the end, is wine, and it is a great hearty and comfortable life in heaven and earth. ”

"You may be a sword immortal, but you don't drink, so you can't understand us. ”

"Well, I suddenly want to drink......"

Thinking of the old man who snatched the wine from the demon ape and laughed at the wine altar that night, Ye Mingke smiled and looked up gently with a lazy attitude, looking at the noble monarch on the high city wall, just in time to meet the monarch's gaze looking down.

The young man in cloth under the city tower narrowed his eyes slightly, and brushed his clothes slightly in the flood tide of countless people kneeling down and chanting "Long live the monarch", and his body moved, like a leisurely stroll, from the bottom to the top of the city wall to climb the hundred-zhang tall building.

On the city wall that he pressed in his hand, there were black handprints that had been burned and collapsed.

As he crossed the dense array of blades left on the walls, he reached out and folded off the ancient sword.

The young man stood on the wall with a sword, and in the sound of the bell that resounded through the heavens and the earth, he naturally reached out and picked up the huge wine glass on the altar, and pushed a volley to the stunned monarch in front of him, and a glass of himself raised it and smiled and looked at the honorable monarch in the dragon robe.

Perhaps it was because the appearance of the young man was too unavoidable and natural, and there was no murderous aura in the slightest, so the white-clothed monk turned to stare at the young man.

The cloth-clad boy raised his glass and toasted to the monarch, speaking loudly.

"Great Xia Monarch, on behalf of a friend of mine, I asked, why does Great Xia, the kingdom of the human world, only respect ghosts and gods, and not the common people?"

Xia Yin, the Great Xia Monarch, looked at the strange young man who suddenly appeared in the wine glass that suddenly flew towards him, and retreated back in horror and inexplicably, he didn't even listen to what the young man was saying, he opened his mouth to scream.

The whitefriar's face was grim and angry, and he was already standing between him and the young man.

Ye Mingke looked at him who didn't answer, shook his head slightly, stepped forward calmly with his breath, pulled out the ancient sword with his backhand, and his body spanned several zhang elegantly, and a trace of extremely thin and bright sword light swept through, slashing towards the dragon robe that he was staring at.

The name of the sword is not allowed.

The white-clothed monk who had originally stood between the sword light and the emperor, and had already reached the Tongyuan realm, actually looked shocked in front of this sword light, and did not dare to retreat backwards, giving way to a frightened figure wearing a dragon robe behind him.

"No!"

The venerable figure with a distorted face could only utter half a voice. The sword light crossed, and the voice stopped abruptly.

A large amount of blood splattered up like a falling rain, blending into this blood

In the remnant sun, it makes the remnant sun even more blood-red.

But this blood red is twilight.

Ye Mingke, who was holding the sword in his backhand, had blood on his delicate face and cloth, but his face was still calm, just a little tired.

He whispered softly to the bloody spirit.

"I won't kill you, I'll kill the emperor!"

"The king has collapsed!"

The officers and soldiers on the city wall had already woken up from a brief period of distraction and trance, and the noise of screaming and angry shouting swept away like a tidal wave.

Ye Mingke carried the bloody human head, scumbed his sword, straddled the high platform on the city wall, and looked speechlessly at the refugees below who also began to know what was going on from the chaos on the city tower, and also began to be turbulent near and far. The buzzing of mosquitoes spread from near the walls to the wilderness beyond, and then turned into a thunderous noise.

But it was so sudden and shocking that everyone stood still, looking for news and advice from those around them.

The monk on duty in the Tongyuan Realm stared at Ye Mingke who was sitting on the wall, his face was angry mixed with incredible fear, and he said slowly.

"The twelve layers of martial arts that have been lost for a long time, and that sword seems to have surpassed the twelve layers of martial arts. ”

"Could it be that you are the thirteenth floor of the martial arts that killed the previous Si Tian?"

The monk's voice trembled slightly, with horror and incredulity, in their intelligence, the one who broke through the Twelve Pillars of the Martial Arts should be the sword priest ten years ago, and he should have died.

Ye Mingke didn't look at him at all, but looked directly past him to the Ascension Immortal Terrace standing tall in the middle of the city.

"Huh. Regardless of whether you suddenly became a martial arts twelve-story building, I have already notified the start of the war in Yangjing, and you are here today, and you will definitely not be able to get out of Yangjing. ”

The white-clothed monk saw Ye Mingke's gaze, and his face was slightly distorted.

Seeing the sword just now, he didn't dare to really fight the young man in cloth alone, but maintained a certain distance, and was able to exert some interference when the other party wanted to escape.

Ye Mingke didn't answer him, just sat quietly on the city wall with his sword.

At this time, the sunset of the sky had come to an end, and the glorious glow was gradually engulfed by the rising darkness, and the sky was filled with crystal snow.

The cold darkness gradually descended.

Ye Mingke, who was leaning against the last remnant sun in the sky, watched the darkness of the sky and the earth close from top to bottom, like the pupils of the Hades.

He looked at the refugees below and said softly.

"Great summer is dead, and winter is coming. ”

His smile twisted into a little sarcastic, and he laughed silently as he looked at the heavens and the wilderness, muttering self-deprecatingly.

"The cold winter night has come, the immortals have become evil gods, and no one is your savior. ”

"If you don't save yourself, do you still have to rely on me, the devil?"

The night is completely here.

With a "boom", he turned his head sharply to look at the brilliant pillar of light that suddenly rose into the sky from Shengxiantai in the distance.

In the boundless darkness, he threw the blood-dripping head at the crowd under the city, pulled out the sword, and met the pillar of light step by step.