The dark clouds dispersed, the sunlight leaked down, and the dazzling golden light swept across the earth inch by inch, and the haze that shrouded the sky above the Jixia School Palace faded.

The huge carriage slowly walked out of Jimen and disappeared into the streets of Linzi under the pull of the war horse.

The wind howled, and when the beast was in the season, the hurricane of the wind brought up the leaves of the mountain stream, and slapped them in the air one by one.

Although the disciples of the Yin and Yang family were more or less wounded, their faces were full of joy, and they looked at the carriage with fear and fanatical worship in their eyes.

In this battle, the Yin and Yang families defeated the two Confucianism and Taoism families, and led the way among the hundreds of sons.

All thanks to the man in the carriage.

The wheels spun rapidly, crushing over the bluestone slabs, bringing up dust in the sky.

The war horse was roaring, and the surging evil qi mixed with the yin and yang qi rushed straight into the sky, and the powerful aura was like a bright sun, shocking the demons and monsters within a radius of thousands of miles.

At the same time, the aura of heaven and earth surged in all directions, and the carriage was like a huge black hole, constantly devouring these aura.

In the carriage, a man, two women, and three people were facing each other, and only Jing pinched the magic with both hands, and between his mouth and nose, there were countless spiritual qi swallowed by him, and it was refined in the blink of an eye.

Qiu Ci and Dong Jun, two equally beautiful women, also did not hesitate to inject their mana into his body to help Wei Jing heal.

Out of the Qi State, the group of people and horses separated on the mountain road, the Eastern Emperor rushed towards the Qin State with the disciples of the Yin and Yang Family, and the three of Wei Jing set off in the direction of the Zhao State.

Dongjun did not go with Donghuang, but guarded him, and the three of them carried the carriage through the mountains and mountains without hurrying.

Wei Jing's first step in coming to Middle-earth has been completed, and he has also blocked the hundreds of schools of thought for Yingzheng and Zou Yan. He has already done everything he should have done to form an alliance between the two families, and the rest is none of his business, he just needs to sit back and wait for the Qin State to unify all directions.

Zou Yan and Ying Zheng's plans are clear to him, and the Taoists dare not really kill them, so their targets must be Confucianism and Mohists.

Kong Meng didn't know where to go, Mo Zhai alone could not support it, as long as the two of them could be solved, Yingzheng could wave his army out of the customs, and the destruction of the six countries by the army of Qin was just around the corner.

The Zongheng family was biased towards the Qin State, and the soldiers could not turn over the waves, and the Taoist Zhuang Zhou was defeated, losing a large number of masters, and could only hibernate.

It's just a battle compared to the Dao, Wei Jing has done Yingzheng a big favor, as long as there are no accidents in the next thing, then the ending can be decided.

The king of Qin swept Liuhe, and looked at He Xiongzai.

All this was actually caused by him, I am afraid that after today, the name of Taiyuan Zhenren will resound in the land of the Three Realms.

Time passed, and the carriage shuttled between the mountains, crossed countless long rivers, and finally stepped into the land of Zhao.

"What are you doing here?" said softly as Dong Jun leaned on his shoulder. Her veil was lifted by the breeze outside the car, revealing a breathtaking crimson.

Unconsciously, her relationship with Wei Jing reached an extremely intimate point.

Her mind felt more and more that this man was familiar, and curiosity had been transformed into affection.

She is deeply in love with this man, and it seems that as long as he is around, there is an inexplicable sense of security.

After a few days, the relationship between the two has grown by leaps and bounds, and they are only one step away from becoming a real husband and wife. This is still the last step of Wei Jing's resistance.

There is still a woman in his heart, and although he has gone through several worlds, his heart really accepts only that one woman.

The figure that haunted him.

Feeling the softness from the arm, as well as the warmth, a faint body fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose, only respectful and bitter smile.

He found that his proud state of mind had no effect at all in front of Dongjun.

In all fairness, there are not a few beautiful women he has seen, and many of them can compare with Dongjun, or even more beautiful, but just like Dongjun himself, there is a force in the dark that keeps the two of them close.

This force is not strange at all, only respect is not exclusive, and there is even a trace of expectation in the bottom of my heart.

It was only a matter of a moment that a thousand thoughts flashed in his heart, his hands stroked Dongjun's hair, and he said faintly: "I came to Zhao Kingdom to find an ancient battlefield to refine the killing sword. ”

"Are you talking about Changping?" Dongjun exclaimed, and Wei Jing nodded.

The surprise on her face flickered, and then she regained her composure.

"That's not a good place. She said solemnly.

Back then, Bai Qi killed 300,000 Zhao troops in Changpingkeng, such a bloody method shocked everyone, blood flowed like a river, corpses were everywhere, and Zhao was in a state of collapse since then.

It was this battle that made the prestige of the Bai Qi slaughter, and the people of the Six Kingdoms trembled when they heard its name.

300,000 soldiers died tragically in Changping, where it has long become a real ghost in the world, a place of great evil.

Mortals are not allowed to enter, there will be no survival, and monks who step into it will die for a lifetime.

"For me, it's a great place. Wei Jing said indifferently.

The green bamboo sword is already an acquired spiritual treasure, and as a killing sword, it only needs to be fed by a steady stream of evil qi to quickly improve its quality.

Changping and his party were a plan he had already thought of, if he completely devoured the evil qi in it, the killing sword might be able to grow into a top-grade acquired spirit treasure.

"Have you ever seen Bai Qi?" Wei Jing was a little interested in this person who had never been defeated, but unfortunately he came late, and Bai Qi had already died.

Dongjun's pretty face showed fear, as if he had thought of something terrifying, and he couldn't help but clench her hand.

"Bai Qi is a powerful and terrifying man, even if he is an immortal, he doesn't dare to look him in the eyes. She said tremblingly.

It was a scene like a sea of blood, more terrible than any war, the heavens and the earth were stained with blood, the clouds were red, the earth was red, everything was red.

A man stood in a sea of blood, holding an ordinary bronze sword in his hand, the blade dripping with blood.

One by one, the soldiers were killed by him with his sword, his gaze was motionless, but the evil qi condensed around his body became more and more, more and more, and finally the blood-colored evil qi rushed to the South Heavenly Gate.

She told what she had seen in the past, Bai Qi's strength had already surpassed that of mortals, and no one in the Six Kingdoms of Middle-earth could stop him, and Da Luo Jinxian did not dare to take it directly.

It was at that time that the Yin and Yang family fell to the Qin State, and she once glanced at Bai Qi from a distance, and she could no longer forget the fear in her heart.

It was an indescribable power, like a hellish Shura, reaching up to the nine heavens and descending to the netherworld.

"Don't worry, I'm here. Wei Jing comforted, and she blinked obediently.

The carriage was silent again, no one spoke again, and from time to time there were bursts of birds chirping outside the carriage. Without saying a word, Qiu Ci rushed towards Changping with his war horse.

Bai Qi killed almost all the men in Zhao State, leaving only the old and young women and children, at this time Zhao State was weak, sparsely populated, and barren within a radius of 100 miles.

Near the long square circle, white soul sails can be seen hanging everywhere.

The real bones are dry everywhere, not a single grass grows, and the terrifying pitch-black evil aura condenses into a dark cloud, covering the sky and the sun.