Towering in the sky, the sky is boundless. Thousands of miles of ice, cold to my heart.

A hundred years of work will be ruined. Dongzhou Erlang, once rested.

The Tang Dynasty was lost, and Jinluan was stolen. In the vast world, the emperor collapsed.

If the sky is not the sky, how can it be a man? If a man is a beast, how can he be a country?

The wind and snow are blowing, and the lurking is vast. Wolong is in the abyss, sharpening the edge.

Heaven and man are at war, and the battle is earth-shattering. The imperial city is 8,000 miles away from afar. Looking through the traces of time and space, the eyes are extremely angry. I don't know how many literati have put pen to paper, embedding this once-in-a-lifetime battle between heaven and man into the picture scroll, with poems.

And within the Temple of Heaven, all the dragons have gathered on the spiritual platform. Without coercion and persecution, the prostrate candidates got up one after another, standing quietly and watching the battle. The tragic poems made each of them deeply feel the mood of the lady back then, and the terrifying blood shadow made people unable to see what would happen next.

Because, he's really strong...

"Towering in the sky, vast in the north"

"Thousands of miles of ice, cold to my heart"

"Poof!"

"Boom!"

"Whew..."

The vicissitudes of tragedy, the sword shadow and blood light.

Although the Celestian is uncontrollable and its power cannot be fully reflected, the Blood Shadow can easily fight against the dragon soul of the Tang Zhenguo with only one hand holding the sword. No matter how Tianwei blessed him, under the rolling Heavenly Thunder Waterfall, his random sword was enough to cut off the Thunder Waterfall for a moment and slash the Heavenly Thunder Burst. Its combat power is so strong, not to mention that it is comparable to a saint, at least it is definitely not the peak of the ordinary king realm. Therefore, no one doubted that in the end, after the Nine Heavens Thunderclouds were all consumed, he would be able to defeat the Divine Dragon. But everyone doubted that he would be able to survive the war.

Dressed in a green shirt, with a dragon vein, he hides shocking secrets, seals the soul of the divine soldier, and buries the terrifying demon god. Anything that would have been enough for the king of the Golden Luan Palace to behead him on trumped-up charges. Instead, he appeared in Kyoto, and sang the poem that touched the bottom line of the Tang Dynasty's national prestige. Those who insult the prestige of the country will be exterminated by the whole country, there is Tongtian in the imperial city, there are royal forests in all directions, and eight million iron-armored humvees run by tigers, no matter how strong he is, what reason can he not die?

"He's looking for death. ”

At the top of the spiritual platform, silently looking at the blood shadow under the thunder waterfall, the giant sword swung and burst out one after another thunder flowers to tear the void. Xun Shangshu's eyebrows faintly condensed with a trace of hesitation, a trace of murderous aura, and a trace of wandering. The shutter god general on the side was much calmer than him, and although the hesitation was heavy, there was no murderous intent, but more thought.

"I think I can use the Guards. Xun Shangshu said in a deep voice.

"That's not what Your Majesty meant. The shutter god will veto.

Holding his beard, Xun Shangshu looked at others with his afterglow, his voice was solemn and a little majestic, and said: "Don't miss the opportunity and don't come again, the existing tragic song of the north can seal the world's lips and tongues." If you don't take people at this time, how long do you want to stay?"

"Don't wait for when, just wait for Your Majesty's dictation. ”

The curtain general's voice was very resolute, leaving no room for anything: "Don't forget, Your Majesty has said that no matter what happens, you can't take him here." Do you dare to disobey the holy decree?"

Xun Shangshu's eyes sank a lot, his voice became colder, and he said word by word: "Your Majesty probably didn't expect him to be pregnant..."

"Proud!"

"Poof!"

"Boom! boom!"

"The wind and snow are blowing, and there is a lurking vastness. Wolong is in the abyss, sharpening the edge. ”

Xun Shangshu's words were only half of the words, and the battle situation in the northwest of the Temple of Heaven suddenly changed dramatically as the desolate and sad song was sung to the end. I also planned their conversation.

From afar...

But seeing that monstrous blood shadow with amazing combat power, it seemed that it had lost its patience to play.

Suddenly wielded a giant sword and slashed out seven swords towards the Nine Heavens Thunder Waterfall!

The seven swords turned into a thousand shadows, and the thousand shadows were all slashed, and they were transformed into a towering sword from the bottom up, soaring into the sky! The speed of the sword is not fast, but it is not slow at all. The sword struck the thunder and lightning gradually, and the loud sound of "boom" shook the world, and the momentum of a thousand swords was like a broken bamboo, and it was like a blood dragon going out to sea, and the dragon's head was facing upwards and devouring the endless thunder waterfall, and it was directly cut into the thunderclouds in the sky!

"Bang!!"

A loud sound from the sky came from the nine heavens.

The sword shadow of the thousand paths containing desolate killing intent instantly slashed through the thunder waterfall and exploded in the thunderclouds in the sky!

Dozens of miles of thunderclouds are like a huge watermelon that has been suddenly burst by someone, pale thunder and lightning mixed with blood-red gas like a splash of water, accompanied by boundless ripples, blowing a violent wind and hurricane spread in all directions, and in an instant, it burned all the remnants of the sky for thousands of miles.

One sword out, one sword out. The sky was dark and cloudless. Heaven and earth are silent, and the imperial city is in turmoil.

"The journey of God's damnation is only waiting for the day. ”

"The journey of heaven's damnation is only waiting for the day..."

The sad song is still sung...

The monstrous blood shadow, slowly sinking the giant sword, and the killing heart is fully revealed.

The heavy eight characters were spit out word by word, full of endless killing machines, echoing between heaven and earth. Listening to these eight characters, everyone who knows this poem already knows what he wants to do. Because, the tragic song is almost at the end, and the end of the tragic song is a blood oath that has frightened the Tang Dynasty for twenty years!

"Buzz!"

The thunder broke through, and the giant sword trembled, slowly standing still in the void.

The blood shadow held the sword and raised his head slightly, looking at the real dragon, the sword pointed at the dragon's head...

"What does he want to do, does he really want to slay the dragon?!"

"He must be crazy!"

"Whew!"

Although the eyes of the blood shadow were always closed, the murderous intent revealed by the sword pointing at the true dragon had already confirmed the fact that he had been lingering for a long time, he really wanted to slay the dragon!

The killing machine was cold, the thunderclouds collapsed, and the divine dragon on the spiritual platform felt a threat that it had never felt before, and at the same time, it was also angry because of the humiliation. And anger makes it even more insane. The dragon's anger cannot be vented, and the humiliation can only be paid for by life. The golden flames filled the Heavenly Fury, and the power of the dragon spewed from every dragon scale on its body, covering thousands of feet.

The dragon's whiskers whipped, the dragon's hair erupted, the dragon's roared, the dragon's eyes stared at the bloody shadow...

Murderous to the fullest.

"Ah Xun, you don't really want to kill the dragon, do you?"

"Amitabha Buddha hey, seek... You can't play so big. ”

The cold killing machine made Xia Hou rise a lot of reason from his tragic emotions, and seeing the monstrous blood shadow and the thousand zhang divine dragon holding on to the line of life and death, he couldn't help but stop in front of Xia Xun with a weak heart. The fat monk trembled, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

"Sha..."

"The journey of heaven's damnation is only waiting for the day..."

The green shirt raised his sleeves and resolutely pushed away Xiahou who was blocking him.

Xia Xun didn't answer Xia Hou's words, and his lips opened and closed slightly, just repeating the eight characters full of murderous intent. There was a trace of blood in his eyes, and he looked at each other from afar above the spiritual platform. Then he answered Xiahou's words with actions. Xia Xun took a heavy step and crossed Xiahou, and walked step by step in the direction of the Lingtai...

“......”

One step out, the surrounding sounds were cold, and the sad song of the three hundred northerners also came to an abrupt end.

The northerners were speechless, the spectators were speechless, the two officials on the high platform were silent, and the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon no longer roared and condensed the power of the fierce dragon. All eyes are on a heavy step in a green shirt, and I can't believe the reality of this scene. And in the dark, people seem to have found a hint of conspiracy in the most primitive horror.

Follow the breath and look back on the past...

Many people began to associate with the bits and pieces about the green shirt.

Rumors, legends, peeling back to the moment, they suddenly discovered...

This seems to be a bureau that has been arranged for a long time.

And the bureau's plot is now very obvious.

The divine dragon is the soul of the Celestial Seal. The Celestial Seal is a divine object given by the immortals to the Tang Dynasty. It has suppressed the saints of the world for 20 years and blessed the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty. As long as there is it, no one in the world will dare to act rashly. And if the saint does not move, no matter how chaotic the overall situation is, it is just a fight between the common people. No matter how fierce the beacon fire and wolf smoke are, it will not reproduce the scene of the destruction of the world twenty years ago. On the contrary, if Xia Xun slashes the dragon today, the dragon god falls and the heavenly seal is broken, the saint's contract will be reduced to waste paper, and the saints in the world will no longer be imprisoned!

From this point of view...

That blood shadow is not looking for death at all, but has a big plan!

It's horrible.

It's horrible!

When I think about it, I am terrified.

If this assumption is true, then what is happening at hand is really terrible.

It is like an invisible thin thread, weaving a big net of catching the sky in the heavens and the earth, the north and south of the Tang Dynasty.

And the hand that weaves the net is the one who makes the world fearful.

The true owner of the green shirt.

If this idea is true, it will mean that the great strategist has already calculated the heavens and planned all the personnel. Even as early as 20 years ago, he had already seen the changes in today's present! Therefore, as early as 20 years ago, he used his own grandson as a fish, and united with the saints to hide the foreshadowing of the sky, lie in the abyss, and sharpen the edge. Twenty years later, he sent Xia Xun south to set off a bloody storm and attracted the attention of the world. Yingshui Night Banquet He made Xia Yuan Dao break the true dragon heavenly machine, so that Xia Xun was suspicious of the world, so as to subtly lure the emperor of the Tang Dynasty step by step, and sacrifice Tianxi on the national test to see the plot! Because, this is the ultimate goal of the great strategist!

Sacrifice to the heavenly seal, cover the sky, the blood shadow appears, kill the dragon, and destroy the sky!

He has already tried everything in the world, and he has made a small fortune!

He just wanted to tear up that saint contract!

"The devil's plot!"

"He's going to slay the dragon and break the contract!"

"What a terrible strategy, twenty years ago he was where he is today!"

Messy thoughts gradually withdraw along the lines of thought they thought they were the truth.

After the epiphany, a cold chill swept through the hearts of all those who could see the truth. Gradually there were people in the Temple of Heaven who were frightened and shouted by terrifying thoughts, and even those who were deeply in the city could not hold back the distortion of their faces and move their lips stupidly. Only a very small number of people can still maintain their original calmness in the face of this terrible truth...

For example, the two officials on the spiritual platform, Yu Youran, Gu Fan, Bai Lingyun and other people who secretly know the world's plans are among them. They all waited in the sea of fear. The only one who is proud of seeing the truth clearly...

"Idiot. ”

"Ghost plots aren't so stupid. ”

Outside the dry hall, Liu Yan knelt on the ground with Liu Lao in his arms, watching the battle from afar. He didn't forget to spit on the stupid people who were kept in the dark by the so-called truth. Liu Lao did not reprimand, but asked, "Isn't this what that person is plotting?"

Liu Yan smiled arrogantly: "Heh, the plot must be his, but he is definitely not plotting the Celestial Seal." ”

"Why?" asked Liu Lao.

Liu Yan said proudly: "There are imperial forests inside and outside the imperial capital, tigers run to tens of millions, and the sky is holding a great array to protect the country, which can destroy the sky and punish the sword god." Don't say that Xia Xun is as capable as an ant, even if the ghost plots come in person, he doesn't want to touch the corner of the heavenly seal. You say, how can a ghost plot be so confused to move a stone and shoot himself in the foot?"

"Uh..."

Although Liu Yan is scared, he is indeed smart.

The delicate and clear heart sees through the fog that obscures the ears and eyes of the world, and grasps the biggest contradiction at the moment, directly overturning the almost exact truth.

And the other end ......