"Trouble?" Chao Xiaoyu walked up with the donkey.

Chen Jiu walked up with a gloomy face: "It's not an ordinary trouble, it's a big trouble, and I don't know how the old dog of the Taishi said that he wanted to do something to me."

"It's not your style to sit still," Chao Xiaoyu stroked his hair to the side.

Chen Jiu shook his head, after having the Great Cause and Effect Divine Technique, Chen Jiu saw the cause and effect more and more clearly: "I don't need to do it, someone has already started to calculate the imperial court, we just need to wait and recover our interests at a critical time."

After finishing speaking, Chen Jiu walked towards the city in the distance without hesitation.

It's autumn, it's really autumn.

Autumn is a happy season, because you can harvest grain in autumn, and you can see the fruitful fruits in autumn.

But this year's autumn is not a little joyful, and people's faces are full of sorrow.

Last year, with the help of that great benevolent person, everyone survived, I thought it would be fine this year, but who knew that a few days ago, suddenly an inexplicable rainstorm swept the entire dynasty, and all the crops were rotten in the ground.

For a while, there were four wails.

The tax revenue of the imperial court has not decreased in the slightest, and I heard that the good people who donated money to everyone last year were wanted by the imperial court, and their families were ruined.

The rebellion in Chaozhou intensified, and countless refugees rushed over from all over the world to join the business of looting and rebellion.

It was a battlefield of flesh and blood, and Fang Xiandao drove a group of unarmed refugees to their deaths. It is said that the army of the imperial court has softened its killing hands.

Blood soaked the walls of the city, and countless crows tried to take food, but were killed by an arrow from the refugees, and then ate the meat.

Although the meat of the crow is not delicious, it is the supreme delicacy for refugees who have not touched the meat for months, or even years.

From autumn to winter, Fang Xiandao once again captured a city, during which 500,000 civilians were killed and wounded, and this winter was extremely cold. Countless refugees froze to death. Then they were collected by the monks of Fang Xiandao and piled together, and according to legend, the corpses were piled up as high as several mountains.

The resentment of the refugees grew, and even the golden dragon of the imperial court became sluggish. can be seen clearly. Countless skeletons bit the golden dragon to the death. Constantly sucking dragon energy.

Looking at the mountains of corpses, the middle-aged man in Fang Xiandao, the general of Chaozhou Town, was expressionless.

"You did that heavy rain in the fall?" said the town general. Hoarseness.

"If you don't stand hard, if you want to achieve great things, how can you not die, if the people don't die, the court won't die, that old goblin won't die, once the court pulls out its hand, it's us who die" The monk of Fang Immortal Dao looked at the mountains of corpses in front of him, and his face showed a look of fanaticism.

"The cold snap of winter is also your spell, aren't you afraid of backlash?"

"Haha, backlash, I used all my life to urge the spell, 17,000 years of life, 17,000 years of life was lost, I still have three months of life, I must curse that old guy to death in these three months, I want to pave the way for the descendants of Fang Xiandao" said that, the monk's body trembled.

The general of the town government was silent for a while, and after a while, he said: "If you do this, you will definitely have karma after you die, and you will not even have a chance to reincarnate."

"Death is death, now you can't live forever, there will be a death, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather, for the great cause of our immortal road, I am not afraid of death."

When the general heard this, he retreated, and did not stand still until he was three miles away.

I don't know when the sky changed color, and the gray clouds and mist drifted down the snowflakes.

An old man in gray appeared not far from the monk, this was the ancestor of the empire.

"Did you ask me to come here for a decisive battle?" Although the ancestor's voice was not loud, it spread for more than ten miles.

"You and I are here today to fight the winner, if you win, our Immortal Dao will disappear completely, return to your state capital, if I win, your dynasty will change hands for thousands of miles" The monk of Fang Immortal Dao was flushed, obviously abnormal.

The Imperial Ancestor looked at the corpses piled up into several mountains in the distance, and sighed slowly: "You interfered with the operation of heaven and earth twice, just to disrupt the order of heaven and earth, force refugees to rebel, and now you have killed so many people, don't you have anything to say."

"Hahaha, it's already been done anyway, my life is not long, I just ask if you agree."

"Do you think you have any hope of victory?" asked the Imperial Ancestor rhetorically.

Monk Fang Xiandao was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Since I asked you to come here, I am naturally sure."

"The vitality in your body is depleted, and your life is short, I can't see where your certainty is" The Imperial Ancestor looked at the monk with a mocking face.

"Alas, I miss this world so much, I'm afraid of dying when I'm dying, I haven't lived enough" Monk Fang Xiandao looked at the sky, his eyes missing a look of nostalgia.

"Give you a chance to make a move" The Imperial Ancestor carried his hands behind his back, full of arrogance, facing the monks who had entered the Dao realm, especially the monks who had been broken, he had this confidence.

"Then you're welcome" Monk Fang Xiandao put away his infatuation, his eyes were firm, he knelt on the ground, and offered sacrifices to the endless existence in the sky.

The wind and clouds in the sky changed color, and a vicissitudes of ancient breath permeated the radius of more than ten miles.

A mocking look flashed in the eyes of the Imperial Ancestor: "I see the corpse behind you and know that your abacus is just an evil art, you really think that evil art can kill me, in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are paper tigers, I want you to die in despair, I want you to know that all your efforts are in vain."

The Imperial Ancestor has been cultivating for so many years, he is an old fox, how can this kind of thing deceive him, as for the sacrificial technique, although he has heard of it, he will never believe that there is such an evil method in the world, if there is, he should have heard of it for so many years.

"Hahaha, you are really confident" Fang Xiandao's monk laughed wildly, he already felt the essence of his whole body slowly flowing, he saw the projection of the altar in the distant time and space, the sacrifice not only requires sacrifices, but also sacrifices one's own vitality, the greater the request, the more vitality is needed.

"Loyal to Fang Xiandao, it's not a pity to die, and it's not a pity for the soul to be scattered" After finishing speaking, Fang Xiandao's vitality was completely drained, and his body turned into ashes, leaving only a ball of soul.

The soul turned around at the last moment, looked at the general of the town government, looked at the ancestor of the empire, laughed, and the words echoed repeatedly in the sky: "Be loyal, it is not a pity to die, and there is no regret when the soul is scattered."

Endless karma descended and swarmed towards the monk's soul, and at the same time as those karma arrived, the altar took the lead in draining its soul essence.

For the sake of the great cause, the monks of Fang Immortal Dao slaughtered sentient beings, committed boundless karma, countless living beings died unknown, and millions of human beings ambushed corpses, was he wrong? .

Perhaps, in the eyes of some people, he is right, and in his own eyes, that qiē effort is worth it.

But in the eyes of innocent beings, he is a devil, an out-and-out big devil.

For some reason, the last glance of Monk Fang Xiandao was firmly imprinted in the heart of the general of the town government, lingering.

In the past, he was contemptuous of the monk Fang Xiandao, and even had some disgust, but at this time, he couldn't get disgusted, this was a warrior who sacrificed his life for his ideals and his own wishes.

Millions of corpses were devoured, and a blood-colored figure crossed endless time and space and descended into the world.

Feeling the momentum that turned the earth upside down and overwhelmed all beings, the ancestor of the empire finally felt that something was wrong.

At the same time, all the cultivators above the Divine Power Realm in the Forbidden Sea felt the aura that overwhelmed the eternals, and everyone's souls trembled.

The blood-colored figure was slightly illusory, looking at the ancestor opposite, expressionless, as if there was no intelligence, only instinct.

With a wave of his hand and a finger, the space was blocked, time and space froze, and the thunder in the sky roared.

Without a trace of fireworks, the ancestor of the empire was completely erased by this blood shadow, and felt the roaring thunder punishment in the sky, and the blood-colored figure seemed to remember something: "Thousands of times in a hurry, in a snap of my fingers, I will come back."

After finishing speaking, a palm split the thunder penalty in the sky and disappeared into the long river of history. (To be continued......)